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    I present to you, an original.

    Never much got poetry,
    though its written globally,

    I prefer fart jokes and limericks.
    I had to use spell check and google a rhyme for poetry to write this.
    The end.
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    www.twitch.tv/3piecesofbread
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    Like you I
    love love, life, the sweet smell
    of things, the sky-blue
    landscape of January days.

    And my blood boils up
    and I laugh through eyes
    that have known the buds of tears.

    I believe the world is beautiful
    and that poetry, like bread, is for everyone.

    And that my veins donít end in me
    but in the unanimous blood
    of those who struggle for life,
    love,
    little things,
    landscape and bread,
    the poetry of everyone.

    - Like You
    - Roque Dalton, 1935 - 1975
    - translated by Jack Hirschman

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    Quote Originally Posted by Avaia View Post
    Like you I
    shart sharts, farts, the foul smell
    of logs, the mud-brown
    landscape of Taco Bell days.

    And my crack boils up
    and I laugh through eyes
    that have known the burn of sriracha

    I believe the world is beautiful
    and that sharts, like bread, are for everyone.

    And that my intestines donít end in me
    but in the unanimous bowl
    of those who struggle to flush,
    heave,
    little things,
    landscape and logs,
    the dumps of everyone.

    - Number Two
    - Wrath Bringer, 1935 - 1975
    - translated by Anticor Rifling
    That was deep. I didn't know WB was a poet.
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    Quote Originally Posted by Methais View Post
    That was deep. I didn't know WB was a poet.
    ...or that he died in 1975 and has been posting from beyond the grave all this time!

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    Quote Originally Posted by Avaia View Post
    ...or that he died in 1975 and has been posting from beyond the grave all this time!
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    I'm not saying I'm a poem genius or anything, but I am saying that I know who Charles Bukowski is, and not only because I googled him after watching Sideways. Just mostly because I googled him after watching Sideways.

    Also, here's a poem I recognize:

    Tell me not (Sweet) I am unkind,
    That from the nunnery
    Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind
    To war and arms I fly.

    True, a new mistress now I chase,
    The first foe in the field;
    And with a stronger faith embrace
    A sword, a horse, a shield.

    Yet this inconstancy is such
    As you too shall adore;
    I could not love thee (Dear) so much,
    Lov’d I not Honour more.

    - Lovelace
    Last edited by Stumplicker; 04-30-2019 at 12:11 PM.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Stumplicker View Post
    I'm not saying I'm a poem genius or anything, but I am saying that I know who Charles Bukowski is, and not only because I googled him after watching Sideways. Just mostly because I googled him after watching Sideways.

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    Mother, will my stones drop
    Ere I turn twenty-nine?
    I tire of this empty sack
    Against my hairless thigh.

    And when will I awaken,
    To find my mattress wet?
    It's happened to the other boys,
    But I've not known it yet.

    And will my wanker bolden?
    And shed its pinkish skin?
    And will it grow a hairy nest
    To spend its evenings in?

    And, Mother, what's a clitoris?
    And is it hard to find?
    My cousin said she'd show me hers,
    If I would show her mine.
    Ceterum censeo Carthaginem esse delendam

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    Half a league half a league,
    Half a league onward,
    All in the valley of Death
    Rode the six hundred:
    'Forward, the Light Brigade!
    Charge for the guns' he said:
    Into the valley of Death
    Rode the six hundred.

    'Forward, the Light Brigade!'
    Was there a man dismay'd ?
    Not tho' the soldier knew
    Some one had blunder'd:
    Theirs not to make reply,
    Theirs not to reason why,
    Theirs but to do & die,
    Into the valley of Death
    Rode the six hundred.

    Cannon to right of them,
    Cannon to left of them,
    Cannon in front of them
    Volley'd & thunder'd;
    Storm'd at with shot and shell,
    Boldly they rode and well,
    Into the jaws of Death,
    Into the mouth of Hell
    Rode the six hundred.

    Flash'd all their sabres bare,
    Flash'd as they turn'd in air
    Sabring the gunners there,
    Charging an army while
    All the world wonder'd:
    Plunged in the battery-smoke
    Right thro' the line they broke;
    Cossack & Russian
    Reel'd from the sabre-stroke,
    Shatter'd & sunder'd.
    Then they rode back, but not
    Not the six hundred.

    Cannon to right of them,
    Cannon to left of them,
    Cannon behind them
    Volley'd and thunder'd;
    Storm'd at with shot and shell,
    While horse & hero fell,
    They that had fought so well
    Came thro' the jaws of Death,
    Back from the mouth of Hell,
    All that was left of them,
    Left of six hundred.

    When can their glory fade?
    O the wild charge they made!
    All the world wonder'd.
    Honour the charge they made!
    Honour the Light Brigade,
    Noble six hundred!

    - The Charge Of The Light Brigade
    - Alfred, Lord Tennyson

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