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22 June, 2008 at 7:09 pm #311812
nice one toy i like that xx
22 June, 2008 at 7:11 pm #311813Edgar Allen Poe I think he is very underated as a poet.
Annabel Lee
Edgar A. Poe
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee; –
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love –
I and my Annabel Lee –
With a love that the wingéd seraphs in Heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her high-born kinsmen came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre,
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,
Went envying her and me –
Yes! – that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we –
Of many far wiser than we –
And neither the angels in Heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee: –
For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee: –
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling – my darling – my life and my bride,
In her sepulchre there by the sea –
In her tomb by the sounding sea
22 June, 2008 at 7:12 pm #311814A DREAM WITHIN A DREAM
Edgar A. Poe, 1827
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep-while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
22 June, 2008 at 7:13 pm #311815gotta remember that one TBD, was quite enraptured by it
22 June, 2008 at 7:19 pm #311816Suicide in the Trenches
I knew a simple soldier boy
Who grinned at life in empty joy,
Slept soundly through the lonesome dark,
And whistled early with the lark.In winter trenches, cowed and glum,
With crumps and lice and lack of rum,
He put a bullet through his brain.
No one spoke of him again.You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye
Who cheer when soldier lads march by,
Sneak home and pray you’ll never know
The hell where youth and laughter go.Siegfried Sassoon
22 June, 2008 at 11:14 pm #311817Many people will walk in and out of your life;
But only true friends will leave footprints in yourheart….To handle yourself, use your head;
To handle others use your heart.Anger is only one letter short of danger.
If someone betrays you once, it is their fault;
If someone betrays you twice, it is your fault.Great minds discuss ideas;
Average minds discuss events;
Small minds discuss people.Those who lose money;lose much.
Those who lose a friend lose much more;
Those who lose their faith, lose everything.Beautiful young people are accidents of nature;
But beautiful old people are works of art.Learn from the mistakes of others;
You cant live long enough to make them all yourself.Yesterday is history,tomorrow is a mystery;
Today is a gift;thats why its called the present.
8) dont know the authors name but I love it.23 June, 2008 at 3:54 pm #311818Dance Me To The End Of Love
Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic ’till I’m gathered safely in
Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of loveLeonard Cohen
23 June, 2008 at 10:37 pm #311819‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!”He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought —
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thoughtAnd as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!One, two! One, two! and through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.“And has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
He chortled in his joy.‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.23 June, 2008 at 10:44 pm #311820Some of the lyrics from the Mighty Boosh
Firstly… Eels!
Eels up inside ya
Findin an entrance where they can
Eels up inside ya
Findin an entrance where they canBoring through your mind, through your tummy, through your anus, eels!
Eels!
Eels (x14)
Give it up now!
Eels!
Eels, eels, give it up now!
Eels, eels, give it up now!I was obselete
I couldn’t hear the beat
Staggerin about on me old mans feet
I had one foot in the grave
But now I’m nu rave!
But now I’m nu rave!It’s a mash up!
Pie and mash up!Elements of the past
And elements of the future
Comin atcha
I’m the hitcher
Let me put you in the picture!Eels up inside ya
Findin an entrance where they can
Eels up inside ya
Findin an entrance where they canElements of the past and the future combining to make something not quite as good as either…
And my favorite, the trampoline song, so much fun! :lol:
Bouncy Bouncy
Oh such a good time
Bouncy Bouncy
Shoes all in a line
Bouncy Bouncy
Everybody
summersault,
summersault
Summertime
Everybody sing along
Bouncy Bouncy
oh such a good time
Bouncy Bouncy
White socks slipping down
Bouncy Bouncy
Styletos are a no no
Bouncy Bouncy oh
Bouncy Bouncy oh
Everytime i bounce i feel i could touch the skyeemighty boosh 8)
24 June, 2008 at 5:31 am #311821Sharon, sometimes I wonder if you’re really taking it seriously
” red sky at night, shepherd’s delight,
meat and potatoes…….. Shepherd’s Pie ! “
( w i n k )
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