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  • Premier Icon bedmaker

    But even a pleberian numpty like me thinks this is rather good.

    Cold pavement indeed
    the night you died,
    but the airborne drop of blood
    from your wound
    was a seed
    your mother sewed
    into hard ground –
    your life’s length doubled,
    unlived, stilled,
    till one flower, thorned,
    in her hand,
    love’s just blade.



    Poetry-its all total crap (fixed it for me)
    Not only do I not get it,I find it cringe inducing.Is there a phobia of poetry?
    Edit-I suffer from Metrophobia

    Put this down for “Thread title of the year 2012” already.


    Poetry. Mostly,
    I think,
    It’s a bit crap.


    Premier Icon tthew

    Dun’t even rhyme.


    If you think it’s crap then you ain’t doing the right stuff:



    And another:


    Premier Icon epicyclo

    Poetry is a bit crap,
    in fact most of it is pap,
    but if you do rhyme
    don’t do it all the time
    or you’ll look a bit of a sap

    …or an artiste of rap

    Premier Icon Northwind

    Here is poetry that I like… The sense of rage and horror in this just struck me first time and I’ve never got it out of my head. It’s translated from Norwegian so doesn’t neccesarily rhyme.

    Dare not to sleep!
    By Arnulf Øverland

    I was awakened one morning, by the quaintest of dreams
    ‘twas like a voice, spoken to me
    It sounded afar – like an underground stream,
    I rose and said: Why do you call me?

    Dare not to slumber! Dare not to sleep!
    Dare not believe, it was merely a dream!
    Yore I was judged.
    The gallows were built in the court this evening,
    They’ll come for me — 5’ in the morning

    This dungeon is teeming,
    And barracks stand dungeon by dungeon
    we lie here, awaiting, in cold cells of stone,
    We lie here, we rot, in these murky holes.

    We know not ourselves, what does lie ahead
    Who will be the next one they’ll reach for.
    We moan and we shriek: But do you take heed?
    Is there none among you who’ll hearken?

    No one can see us,
    None know what befalls us.
    Yet more:
    None will believe – what the day will bring us!

    And then You defy: This dare not be true!
    That men can be utterly evil.
    There has to be some one with merits pure
    Oh, brother, you still have a great deal to learn

    They said: You will give your life, if commanded
    We’ve given it now, for naught it was handed
    The world has forgotten, we’ve all been deceived
    Dare not to sleep in this hour – this eve.

    You oughtn’t go to your business hence,
    Or think: What’s your loss – or what is your gain?
    You oughtn’t attribute your fields and your kine,
    Nor say you’ve enough – with all that is thine.

    You oughn’t abide, sitting calm in your home
    Saying: Dismal it is, poor they are, and alone
    You cannot permit it! You dare not, at all.
    Accepting that outrage on all else may fall!
    I cry with the final gasps of my breath:
    You dare not repose, nor stand and forget

    Pardon them not – they know what they do!
    They breathe on hate-glows, and evil pursue,
    They fancy to slay, they revel with cries,
    Their desire is to gloat, when our world is at fire!
    In blood they are yearning to drown one and all!
    Don’t you believe it? You’ve heard the call!

    You know how infants will soldiers remain,
    While dashing through streets, fields, chanting ‘bout pain
    Aroused by their mothers‘ assurance of glory
    They’ll shelter their land – and they’ll never worry

    You know the fatality of the lies,
    that glory and faith and honor abides
    You discern the dauntless dreams of a child,
    A saber, a banner, he’ll flaunt them so wild,

    And then they’ll leave home for a rainfall of steel,
    ‘Till last they hang ragged on barbed wire will,
    Decaying for Hitler’s Aryan call,
    That is what a man’s for – after all…

    I couldn’t imagine – too late now it is
    My sentence is just: The verdict’s no miss
    I believed in prosperity, dreamt about peace
    In labor and fellowship; love’s fragrant kiss
    Yet those who don’t die on the battlefield,
    Their heads for the axeman, will certainly yield

    I cry in the gloom – if only you’d knew
    There is but one thing – befitting to do
    Defend yourself, while your hands are still yearning,
    Protect your offspring – Europe is burning.

    I shook from the chill. To dress, up I rose
    Without stars were shining, so far, yet so close
    ‘twere simply a brilliant ray in the east,
    Admonishing warning from the dream that just ceased

    The day that soared up from earths furthermost strand
    Augmenting with blood — and with firebrand
    It grew with terror – like a breath that was lost
    It seemed like the starlight – was slain by the frost.

    I weighed: Something is imminent – and it’s dire
    Our era is over — Europe’s on fire!

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