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it's National poetry day
Posted on 10/5/17 at 3:35 pm
Posted on 10/5/17 at 3:35 pm
Let's see your favorite poems or write your own
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Posted on 10/5/17 at 3:35 pm to Kige Ramsey
Poetry is for losers.
Posted on 10/5/17 at 3:36 pm to Kige Ramsey
There once was a man from Nantucket
Posted on 10/5/17 at 3:36 pm to Kige Ramsey
Hate your stupid face
You are a little teapot
Kige Ramsey frick you
You are a little teapot
Kige Ramsey frick you
Posted on 10/5/17 at 3:38 pm to Kige Ramsey
Little boy blue...
He needed the money! OHHHHH!
He needed the money! OHHHHH!
Posted on 10/5/17 at 3:38 pm to Kige Ramsey
Roses are red,
violets are blue.
Can we fire Coach O,
And Joe Alleva too
violets are blue.
Can we fire Coach O,
And Joe Alleva too
Posted on 10/5/17 at 3:42 pm to Kige Ramsey
OK, I'll play it straight my favorite is Second Coming by Yeats.
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
Posted on 10/5/17 at 3:45 pm to Obtuse1
Is that about drinking beer in high school and fumbling around in the back seat?
Posted on 10/5/17 at 3:45 pm to Kige Ramsey
Poetry is for figs,
And old dried up hags,
I can rhyme anything you throw at me,
This is Kige Ramsey for YouTube Poetry.
And old dried up hags,
I can rhyme anything you throw at me,
This is Kige Ramsey for YouTube Poetry.
Posted on 10/5/17 at 3:47 pm to Kige Ramsey
Rose are red
Hearts are too
A B C D E F U
Hearts are too
A B C D E F U
Posted on 10/5/17 at 3:47 pm to Kige Ramsey
Retard strength is real
The term is offensive still
Kige Ramsey is strong
My poetry ne'er is wrong
The term is offensive still
Kige Ramsey is strong
My poetry ne'er is wrong
Posted on 10/5/17 at 3:48 pm to Kige Ramsey
Here's an original.
In the fullness of the internet,
(I think it's a set of tubes),
There are few who rise to greatness,
For the lot are simply rubes,
But one rises o'er all others,
Outshines all the other sorts,
He's a bastion of brilliance,
He's the host of YouTube Sports,
He instructs us on endeavors,
In which he will never fail,
Lord of the Ice Bucket Challenge,
(Maybe next time, use a pail?)
He can teach us all to free throw,
Or how to select shampoo,
There is no task too mundane,
Nothing he won't have insight to,
What odds gave to us this übermensch,
Who's equal is no other?
Kige's mom drank when she was pregnant,
And her husband is her brother.
In the fullness of the internet,
(I think it's a set of tubes),
There are few who rise to greatness,
For the lot are simply rubes,
But one rises o'er all others,
Outshines all the other sorts,
He's a bastion of brilliance,
He's the host of YouTube Sports,
He instructs us on endeavors,
In which he will never fail,
Lord of the Ice Bucket Challenge,
(Maybe next time, use a pail?)
He can teach us all to free throw,
Or how to select shampoo,
There is no task too mundane,
Nothing he won't have insight to,
What odds gave to us this übermensch,
Who's equal is no other?
Kige's mom drank when she was pregnant,
And her husband is her brother.
Posted on 10/5/17 at 3:49 pm to Kige Ramsey
Dirge Without Music
BY EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY
I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.
So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind:
Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. Crowned
With lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned.
Lovers and thinkers, into the earth with you.
Be one with the dull, the indiscriminate dust.
A fragment of what you felt, of what you knew,
A formula, a phrase remains,—but the best is lost.
The answers quick and keen, the honest look, the laughter, the love,—
They are gone. They are gone to feed the roses. Elegant and curled
Is the blossom. Fragrant is the blossom. I know. But I do not approve.
More precious was the light in your eyes than all the roses in the world.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave
Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind;
Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.
I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.
BY EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY
I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.
So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind:
Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. Crowned
With lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned.
Lovers and thinkers, into the earth with you.
Be one with the dull, the indiscriminate dust.
A fragment of what you felt, of what you knew,
A formula, a phrase remains,—but the best is lost.
The answers quick and keen, the honest look, the laughter, the love,—
They are gone. They are gone to feed the roses. Elegant and curled
Is the blossom. Fragrant is the blossom. I know. But I do not approve.
More precious was the light in your eyes than all the roses in the world.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave
Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind;
Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.
I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.
Posted on 10/5/17 at 3:49 pm to Kige Ramsey
“some come here to sit and think
some come here to shite and stink
but I came here to scratch my balls
and read the writing on the walls”
- The Porta Potty Poet
some come here to shite and stink
but I came here to scratch my balls
and read the writing on the walls”
- The Porta Potty Poet
Posted on 10/5/17 at 3:51 pm to fr33manator
quote:
What odds gave to us this übermens
The should be 'Gods'...
Posted on 10/5/17 at 3:52 pm to Kige Ramsey
the golden crocus reaches up
to catch a sunbeam in her cup
to catch a sunbeam in her cup
Posted on 10/5/17 at 3:53 pm to Kige Ramsey
A haiku:
Kentucky football
sucks. LSU is bad, too
Kentucky football
sucks. LSU is bad, too
This post was edited on 10/5/17 at 3:57 pm
Posted on 10/5/17 at 3:53 pm to Kige Ramsey
when is national don't give a shite day?
Posted on 10/5/17 at 3:54 pm to Kige Ramsey
My Bitch Better Have My Money
My bitch better have my money.
Through rain, sleet or snow;
My whore better have my money.
Not half;
Not some;
But all my cash.
'Cause if she don't;
I'm gonna put my foot dead in her arse.
My bitch better have my money.
Through rain, sleet or snow;
My whore better have my money.
Not half;
Not some;
But all my cash.
'Cause if she don't;
I'm gonna put my foot dead in her arse.
This post was edited on 10/5/17 at 3:56 pm
Posted on 10/5/17 at 3:56 pm to Kige Ramsey
Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
Hillary Clinton
Is Lying to You
Violets are Blue
Hillary Clinton
Is Lying to You
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