A favourite poem

joanlawson
joanlawson Member Posts: 8,681
edited 19. Oct 2012, 15:33 in Community Chit-chat archive
Hi

This is one of my favourite poems because I think it expresses an appreciation of the infinite variety of nature.

Pied Beauty

by Gerard Manley Hopkins

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Have you got a favourite poem?

Joan

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  • maud48
    maud48 Member Posts: 170
    edited 30. Nov -1, 00:00
    Mine is:

    Warning - When I Am an Old Woman I Shall Wear Purple.
    By Jenny Joseph.

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    and I'm practising,
    Maudxx

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  • skezier
    skezier Member Posts: 11,333
    edited 30. Nov -1, 00:00
    Hi Joan,

    Apart from the stupid ones I love...... A.A.MIlne as an example..... I actually love Wordsworth..... Sorry bit boring but sometimes I am conventional :wink: Purrs from Velcro to Tommy. x

    Hi Maud,

    i got that one printed up and on a wall...... AND I will!!! xx
  • frogmorton
    frogmorton Member Posts: 29,332
    edited 30. Nov -1, 00:00
    Me too Maud me too
    BUT.....
    when am I old - how old is old?
    Toni x
  • robertls
    robertls Member Posts: 2,304
    edited 30. Nov -1, 00:00
    How about:

    Things that go bump in the night, :shock:
    Should not really give one a fright. :oops:

    Its the 'ole in each ear, that lets in the fear, :roll:
    That, and the absence of light. :idea: :idea:

    Could only be Spike Milligan eh??? 8)

    Luv.....Rob x
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  • ninakang
    ninakang Member Posts: 1,367
    edited 30. Nov -1, 00:00
    Rob!

    That is SO spooky, I was reading through this posting and thinking about posting that very same poem when I realised you'd already done it!

    Nx
  • chris7
    chris7 Bots Posts: 2,696
    edited 30. Nov -1, 00:00
    Desiderata

    - written by Max Ehrmann in the 1920s --
    Not "Found in Old St. Paul's Church"! --

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    Chris

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  • joanlawson
    joanlawson Member Posts: 8,681
    edited 30. Nov -1, 00:00
    Hi

    Sorry, I didn't think about copywrite problems when I posted this thread. Strange though, because I quoted a passage from Chaucer recently, and that was allowed. Perhaps Chaucer lived too long ago to bother suing me :!: :D

    Joan
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  • chris7
    chris7 Bots Posts: 2,696
    edited 30. Nov -1, 00:00
    sorry Joan and moderator

    I too never considered copyright and should have known better :oops: :oops: my apologies
    Chris
  • robertls
    robertls Member Posts: 2,304
    edited 30. Nov -1, 00:00
    So how does Spike Milligan get missed.............or isn't his work 'real' poetry????

    Rob x
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  • joanlawson
    joanlawson Member Posts: 8,681
    edited 30. Nov -1, 00:00
    Hi Rob

    I wondered about that too, but trust Spike to get through :!: :lol:

    Joan
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  • arfaitis
    arfaitis Member Posts: 155
    edited 30. Nov -1, 00:00
    I thought it was fine to print words of a poem, provided they are acredited to the author , please correct me if I am wrong.
    I would be only too pleased if people had recognised my work.
    Writing poetry is nice, I wrote some back in 2007, I suddenly had inspiration to try, believe it or not I wrote over 50 in less than a year, and as suddenly as it came it went.
    A friend of mine encouraged me, because she is a poet, and she produced a book for charity, which inspired me to write this one.
    You have my full permission to show my poems wherever you wish, I would be honoured, some good some rubbish, but all inspired by events that happened in my life.
    I don't like writing at all, because my English and grammar are appalling.

    For those in Need

    There was some talented folk you see,
    They met because of their love of poetry.
    They decided to publish a book for fun,
    One that would be appreciated by everyone.

    Hoping the book would inspire the nation,
    To put hands in pockets for the publication.
    The money raised would be all donated,
    To all the charities already created.

    There are many deserving cases in the UK,
    One we would hope will benefit one day.
    There’s animals and children who are in need,
    We must get those pens going at great speed.

    Copyright © - Arthur Kebble 2007 - All rights reserved

    And this one was inspired by seeing a tramp walking through the crowds in town.



    The Tramp

    I travelled down the town one day,
    And I saw a tramp wending his way,
    Amongst the crowds, with a hand held out,
    Often the kids would jeer and shout.

    Down and out and he looked quite grim,
    Everybody ignoring the man so slim.
    I offered to take him to the pub,
    Thanks kind sir, I would like some grub.

    He spoke very well, for a man so down,
    Then he told me he used to be a clown.
    Nobody seems to want me these days,
    I live by the canal that’s where I lays.

    He ate his food then off he went,
    I thought that was money well spent.
    I thought maybe I would look him out,
    And see if I could find the down and out.

    A couple of weeks later I took a walk
    And found him, and we had a long talk.
    Down by the canal we sat and chatted,
    About how he looked with his hair so matted.

    I have some shampoo and brush with me,
    Some clothes I had that might fit thee.
    With tears down his face, he took the gift,
    How such a small thing his spirit did lift.

    I said tomorrow I would come again,
    I would come I promised, sun or rain.
    Come the next day I could not wait,
    To go and chat to my new found mate.

    Along the towpath I looked for him,
    Then this young chap smart and slim.
    Came towards me and took my hand,
    I have found faith now in this land.

    I kept in touch with the tramp now smart,
    He thanked me again for his new start.
    He had now got a job and lived in a flat,
    I was very pleased for him about that.

    Just goes to show what a pound can do,
    He is married now with kiddies too.
    I’m Godfather now to John and Jack,
    I never did get my pound back.

    Copyright © - Arthur Kebble 2007 - All rights reserved

    Arfa
  • joanlawson
    joanlawson Member Posts: 8,681
    edited 30. Nov -1, 00:00
    Hi Arfa,
    Wow, this is an old thread from 2009 which you've unearthed :!: :!: :D

    I like your poems, and especially the ending of the second one.
    I'm surprised that you say that you don't like writing at all when you can produce poetry like this.
    Your English and grammar are far from appalling :!:

    Joan :D
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  • arfaitis
    arfaitis Member Posts: 155
    edited 30. Nov -1, 00:00
    Thank you Joan.
    I didn't look for this thread it came to the top when I went on New posts, I only use New Posts and View your posts.
    Strange??

    Arfa
  • arfaitis
    arfaitis Member Posts: 155
    edited 30. Nov -1, 00:00
    This is the story of a mate Dave, who sadly passed away at a very young age.

    Dave the Rave

    This is the story of our Dave the rave,
    He was a miner and worked like a slave.
    Oh how he hated going down that hole,
    Digging for the countries supply of coal.

    Dave thought one day, it’s fresh air I want,
    I will buy some golf clubs and go for a jaunt.
    Dave not knowing golf, started the wrong end,
    The nineteenth where his arm he would bend.

    He learnt more about golf, drinking at the last,
    Alas it was the nineteenth Dave never past.
    One day I’ll go get a hole in one, said Dave,
    He did that day they laid him in his grave.


    Copyright © - Arthur Kebble 2007 - All rights reserved

    Arfa
  • joanlawson
    joanlawson Member Posts: 8,681
    edited 30. Nov -1, 00:00
    Tody, the last lines of 'Pied Beauty' by Gerard Manley Hopkins are:

    With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;
    He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:
    Praise him.


    I interpret that to mean that God created nature in all its infinite beauty and variety. Hopkins praises God for giving us such beauty.

    Joan
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