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February 4, 2010 10:01:43 PM

I NEED HELP WITH POETRY

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March 10, 2010 5:09:00 AM

The Clock is ticking
And then it starts tocking
Always ticking
Never stopping
And then it starts ringing
So you get out of bed
You got up too fast
Now you've got a great big lump on your head.

~ By Lieutenant JAK
March 10, 2010 5:21:16 AM

There once was a man from nantucket....
....ancient american proverb
March 10, 2010 10:07:59 AM

Maybe one of the funniest threads I've read in awhile.
March 11, 2010 8:52:01 PM

PsyKhiqZero said:
There once was a man from nantucket....


Whom of fried chicken ordered a bucket?? :p 
March 12, 2010 12:25:09 AM

fazers_on_stun said:
Whom of fried chicken ordered a bucket?? :p 



They were all in the clear
and so very near
and eventually were told to go and
March 12, 2010 3:22:33 PM

Lieutenant JAK said:
They were all in the clear
and so very near
and eventually were told to go and


Shuck it?? :D 
March 12, 2010 9:35:19 PM

fazers_on_stun said:
Shuck it?? :D 


The end.
March 12, 2010 10:26:03 PM

You relly do need help since your asking for it in a TECH forum!!
March 12, 2010 10:35:32 PM

True but i thought i'd help out the anonymous user who has probably forgotten about the post.
March 13, 2010 1:11:55 AM

Actually while in college (& having to take 2 courses in English to satisfy the stupid credit requirements, despite being an engineering major), I had poetry for part of one semester. Of course I hated it, and the prof revelled in making me sweat as I was the only engineer in his class.

Anyway we were assigned to do some in-depth analysis of one on a list of poems, and I chose one entitled Death of a Toad, by a Richard Wilbur. Dunno if he was a shining light in the poetry universe or not, but I liked the imagery of the poem:

Quote:
Richard Wilbur, "The Death of a Toad" (1950)

THE DEATH OF A TOAD

A toad the power mower caught,
Chewed and clipped of a leg, with a hobbling hop has got
To the garden verge, and sanctuaried him
Under the cineraria leaves, in the shade
Of the ashen and heartshaped leaves, in a dim,
Low, and a final glade.

The rare original heartsbleed goes,
Spends in the earthen hide, in the folds and wizenings, flows
In the gutters of the banked and staring eyes. He lies
As still as if he would return to stone,
And soundlessly attending, dies
Toward some deep monotone,

Toward misted and ebullient seas
And cooling shores, toward lost Amphibia's emperies.
Day dwindles, drowning and at length is gone
In the wide and antique eyes, which still appear
To watch, across the castrate lawn,
The haggard daylight steer.



Anyway, my analysis had to do with the toad representing the ancient order of Amphibia, which once ruled the earth, until displaced by Reptilia (dinosaurs) and then later Mammalia (incl. mankind). My point was that the lawnmower represented the next dominant species, Mechanica, which would soullessly and dispassionately exterminate all before it, including mankind.

Needless to say, the prof was so impressed that I got an "A" in the course :p ..
March 13, 2010 1:43:47 AM

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I NEED HELP WITH POETRY


I'll ask my Girlfriend( :love:  ) for help. She's good at it.

But at least tell the topic!!
March 18, 2010 9:54:21 AM

^reported
March 20, 2010 1:48:18 PM

'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 thought.

And 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 hast 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.
March 21, 2010 1:38:32 PM

^ Hmm, from Alice in Wonderland? The fat egg guy, IIRC :p 
March 22, 2010 5:53:35 AM

Na that's Jabberwocky :) 
March 22, 2010 4:47:26 PM

?? In Through the Looking Glass (aka Alice in Wonderland), I thought it was the Humpty Dumpty egg guy who recited the Jabberwocky poem.

But I am often wrong :p ...
March 23, 2010 2:41:58 AM

I think Jabberwocky is much older than Alice in Wonderland. Although it may have been repeated there.
March 23, 2010 3:46:52 AM

The Red Wheelbarrow:

so much depends
upon

a red wheel
barrow

glazed with rain
water

beside the white
chickens.

-- William Carlos Williams
January 9, 2011 1:44:23 PM

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