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11-23-2010, 05:14 PM
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Location: Central Virginia
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O blessed bard! You understood
me! Likewise, I rejoice
to once have known a man who could
appreciate my voice!
Most said it sounded crazy, or
they'd laughingly dispute
my song as being really more
a hiccup in a hoot.
A golden time indeed to hear
my music set to words!
But now that you're no longer near,
my singing's for the birds.
My empty cry just fades away
in echoes through the hills.
I wander, lonely, since the day
You spied those daffodils.
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11-23-2010, 08:55 PM
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My feathered butt is sore
from sitting in a tree
and serenading you, John Keats,
while you’re in misery.
You say you want to fly to me,
but nothing doing, sir!
Pack up your pain, invent a plane,
and get thee to Big Sur!
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Last edited by Petra Norr; 11-23-2010 at 09:04 PM.
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11-24-2010, 08:21 AM
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Join Date: Jun 2001
Location: New York
Posts: 16,476
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TWEETS TO KEATS
Mr. Keats, you are confused.
I'm glad you like my song,
And yet the premise of your poem
Is simply, flat-out wrong.
We nightingales live just two years.
Your jealousy's misplaced.
While human beings feast on life,
We birds have just a taste.
So even if you get TB
And die at twenty-five,
Don't be envious of me:
I will not be alive.
Last edited by Roger Slater; 11-24-2010 at 12:52 PM.
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11-24-2010, 09:47 AM
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Join Date: Jun 2001
Location: New York
Posts: 16,476
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Limerick
I pour forth my soul in the thicket.
My song is eternity's ticket.
Yet each of my tweets
means, "Dear Mr. Keats,
just take your damm poem and stick it."
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11-24-2010, 09:48 AM
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Join Date: Jan 2010
Location: lancashire
Posts: 1,090
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mortal, not immortal
Neatly macabre, Roger.
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11-24-2010, 10:27 AM
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Join Date: Nov 2006
Location: Australia
Posts: 4,664
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Is there anybody else who simply can't read this:
O BLITHE New-comer! I have heard,
I hear thee and rejoice.
O Cuckoo! shall I call thee Bird,
Or but a wandering Voice?
without hearing this?
A-well everybody’s heard about the bird
A-well a bird bird bird well-a bird is the word
Well everybody knows that the bird is the word
Drives me cuckoo!
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11-24-2010, 05:25 PM
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Join Date: Mar 2003
Location: Pasadena, California
Posts: 2,378
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And you, who chat up every birdie,
rejoicing to your core,
O Wordsorth! Shall I call you Wordy,
or but a wandering Bore?
You dare to say I babble, Bill?
Among your verses, plodding,
you never a met a daffodil
you didn’t set to nodding.
My twofold call has brevity.
What’s more, it has some wit,
regarded as a commentary
on who’s the bigger Twit.
Frank
__________________
-- Frank
Last edited by FOsen; 11-25-2010 at 12:38 AM.
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11-25-2010, 09:11 AM
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Join Date: Mar 2009
Posts: 1,592
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A Nightingale by Any Other Name Would Be in Another Ode
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All this warbling makes me weary,
my throat is sore, my life is dreary,
I can’t stand your poesy, Johnny, anymore.
When you croak, I’ll croak along,
I’ll sing a hoarse and merry song,
at your coffin I’ll be ravin’ "Nevermore!"
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Last edited by Petra Norr; 11-25-2010 at 03:09 PM.
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