Your browser isn't supported
It looks like you're using an old web browser. To get the most out of the site and to ensure guides display correctly, we suggest upgrading your browser now. Download the latest:

Welcome to the MSE Forums

We're home to a fantastic community of MoneySavers but anyone can post. Please exercise caution & report spam, illegal, offensive or libellous posts/messages: click "report" or email forumteam@.

Search
  • FIRST POST
    • avogadro
    • By avogadro 28th Sep 17, 1:53 PM
    • 3,689Posts
    • 6,431Thanks
    avogadro
    National Poetry Day
    • #1
    • 28th Sep 17, 1:53 PM
    National Poetry Day 28th Sep 17 at 1:53 PM
    Post up your favourite poem, or write one if you feel inspired!

    I don't know much poetry but I remember hearing Night Bus by Owen Shears, and liking it

    https://loveshoteyes.deviantart.com/journal/Night-Bus-240258267
Page 1
    • NaughtiusMaximus
    • By NaughtiusMaximus 28th Sep 17, 2:04 PM
    • 539 Posts
    • 1,320 Thanks
    NaughtiusMaximus
    • #2
    • 28th Sep 17, 2:04 PM
    • #2
    • 28th Sep 17, 2:04 PM
    There once was a young man from Nantucket
    ...
    ...
    ...
    ...

    • amistupid
    • By amistupid 28th Sep 17, 2:04 PM
    • 52,393 Posts
    • 166,517 Thanks
    amistupid
    • #3
    • 28th Sep 17, 2:04 PM
    • #3
    • 28th Sep 17, 2:04 PM
    WH Auden's

    Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
    Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone.
    Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
    Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

    Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
    Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead,
    Put cr!pe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
    Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

    He was my North, my South, my East and West,
    My working week and my Sunday rest,
    My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song,
    I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong

    The stars are not wanted now, put out every one;
    Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
    Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
    For nothing now can ever come to any good.
    In memory of Chris Hyde #867
    • avogadro
    • By avogadro 28th Sep 17, 2:07 PM
    • 3,689 Posts
    • 6,431 Thanks
    avogadro
    • #4
    • 28th Sep 17, 2:07 PM
    • #4
    • 28th Sep 17, 2:07 PM
    There once was a young man from Nantucket
    ...
    ...
    ...
    ...

    Originally posted by NaughtiusMaximus
    Who went on a trip to Phuket?
    • Jackmydad
    • By Jackmydad 28th Sep 17, 2:23 PM
    • 1,319 Posts
    • 2,862 Thanks
    Jackmydad
    • #5
    • 28th Sep 17, 2:23 PM
    • #5
    • 28th Sep 17, 2:23 PM
    Well flippin' 'eck!
    Another "day"
    It's poetry this time. So,
    Hurrah!
    "World Heart Day's" Next
    Then "The Big Draw"
    Then many, many, many, more,
    Each one a worthy cause I see,
    But most I feel just pass by me.
    • pollypenny
    • By pollypenny 28th Sep 17, 6:17 PM
    • 23,164 Posts
    • 60,021 Thanks
    pollypenny
    • #6
    • 28th Sep 17, 6:17 PM
    • #6
    • 28th Sep 17, 6:17 PM
    Just one of my favourites:

    Forgetfulness
    The name of the author is the first to go
    followed obediently by the title, the plot,
    the heartbreaking conclusion, the entire novel
    which suddenly becomes one you have never read,
    never even heard of,

    as if, one by one, the memories you used to harbor
    decided to retire to the southern hemisphere of the brain,
    to a little fishing village where there are no phones.

    Long ago you kissed the names of the nine Muses goodbye
    and watched the quadratic equation pack its bag,
    and even now as you memorize the order of the planets,

    something else is slipping away, a state flower perhaps,
    the address of an uncle, the capital of Paraguay.

    Whatever it is you are struggling to remember,
    it is not poised on the tip of your tongue,
    not even lurking in some obscure corner of your spleen.

    It has floated away down a dark mythological river
    whose name begins with an L as far as you can recall,
    well on your own way to oblivion where you will join those
    who have even forgotten how to swim and how to ride a bicycle.

    No wonder you rise in the middle of the night
    to look up the date of a famous battle in a book on war.
    No wonder the moon in the window seems to have drifted
    out of a love poem that you used to know by heart.

    Billy Collins
    Member #14 of SKI-ers club

    Words, words, they're all we have to go by!.

    (Pity they are mangled by this autocorrect!)
    • As Poor As A Church Mouse
    • By As Poor As A Church Mouse 28th Sep 17, 6:55 PM
    • 96 Posts
    • 160 Thanks
    As Poor As A Church Mouse
    • #7
    • 28th Sep 17, 6:55 PM
    • #7
    • 28th Sep 17, 6:55 PM
    Roses are red.

    Violets are blue.

    I'm so pretty.

    Lucky you.
    I'm so poor, I can't even afford to pay attention.
    • Jackmydad
    • By Jackmydad 28th Sep 17, 8:10 PM
    • 1,319 Posts
    • 2,862 Thanks
    Jackmydad
    • #8
    • 28th Sep 17, 8:10 PM
    • #8
    • 28th Sep 17, 8:10 PM
    A couple I like. Both from the World Wars.
    https://www.indymedia.org.uk/en/2012/11/502521.html

    http://www.poetrybyheart.org.uk/poems/naming-of-parts/
    • Pyxis
    • By Pyxis 28th Sep 17, 10:36 PM
    • 31,195 Posts
    • 114,966 Thanks
    Pyxis
    • #9
    • 28th Sep 17, 10:36 PM
    • #9
    • 28th Sep 17, 10:36 PM
    There once was a young man from Nantucket
    ...Who got his foot stuck in a bucket.
    ...He'd run out of luck -
    ...The bucket was stuck.
    ...So he went off to A&E to get it removed.

    Originally posted by NaughtiusMaximus

    And for pudding.....

    Oh woe is me! Oh woe is me!
    My me is oh so woeful!

    "But why is that", I hear you ask?
    Because I'm feeling low-ful. .................

    My toe is eee! My crow got free!
    My runner beans aren't grow-ful.
    My mood is flat, my face a mask,
    I've no get-up and-go-ful.

    Oh woe is me! Oh woe is me!
    My me is oh so woeful!
    I cannot even do the task
    Of finishing this ode-ful.
    (I just lurve spiders! )
    INFJ(Turbulent).

    Her Greenliness Baroness Pyxis of the Alphabetty, Pinnacle of Peadom
    Founder Member: WIMPS ANONYMOUS
    • SamsReturn
    • By SamsReturn 29th Sep 17, 12:06 PM
    • 1,707 Posts
    • 3,047 Thanks
    SamsReturn
    SailorSam bought a computer and went online,
    He hoped to learn new skills and trace his bloodline,
    But it wasn't just family trees and the names of his Nanna
    There were forums to chat, cooking; fixing the car, even playing the piano.
    One of them he discovered had women, lonely and hoping for a better life.
    He thought that sounded a good idea, i'll give a try. I might get myself a wife.
    So he washed his face and had a shave, took a few pics and tried his luck.
    But it wasn't love that women, it was his money, somewhere to live, and a quick f**k.
    • DoubleDoors
    • By DoubleDoors 29th Sep 17, 1:01 PM
    • 259 Posts
    • 465 Thanks
    DoubleDoors
    DoubleDoors ode to MSE
    DD decided to go to the Arms
    To see all the forumites, with their quirks and charms
    It ain't was it was, but it still ain't too bad
    Just one or two people who seem a bit sad

    For more gritty subjects just pop to DT
    If people get banned they just make an AE
    But it is the trolls there that make the place funny
    with their weird oddball stories and brags about money

    The Harpies board often makes me smile
    Though it often reminds one of Jeremy Kyle
    Are any of those threads actually true
    The worst troll on there is the lass that turned blue

    So how did MSE get this way?
    They rely on reporting and don't want to pay
    for a team that would actually moderate the site
    by spending some time on here by day or by night

    So how long d'you think this post will stay here?
    Are the button pushers reading or is the coast clear?





    The End

    • Pyxis
    • By Pyxis 29th Sep 17, 1:03 PM
    • 31,195 Posts
    • 114,966 Thanks
    Pyxis
    DD decided to go to the Arms
    To see all the forumites, with their quirks and charms
    It ain't was it was, but it still ain't too bad
    Just one or two people who seem a bit sad

    For more gritty subjects just pop to DT
    If people get banned they just make an AE
    But it is the trolls there that make the place funny
    with their weird oddball stories and brags about money

    The Harpies board often makes me smile
    Though it often reminds one of Jeremy Kyle
    Are any of those threads actually true
    The worst troll on there is the lass that turned blue

    So how did MSE get this way?
    They rely on reporting and don't want to pay
    for a team that would actually moderate the site
    by spending some time on here by day or by night

    So how long d'you think this post will stay here?
    Are the button pushers reading or is the coast clear?





    The End

    Originally posted by DoubleDoors
    Very good!

    Good rhymes and almost perfect scansion!
    (I just lurve spiders! )
    INFJ(Turbulent).

    Her Greenliness Baroness Pyxis of the Alphabetty, Pinnacle of Peadom
    Founder Member: WIMPS ANONYMOUS
    • DoubleDoors
    • By DoubleDoors 29th Sep 17, 1:06 PM
    • 259 Posts
    • 465 Thanks
    DoubleDoors
    Aw thanks, not quite sure on my iambic pentameters but I can write a rhyme
    • Pyxis
    • By Pyxis 29th Sep 17, 1:09 PM
    • 31,195 Posts
    • 114,966 Thanks
    Pyxis
    Aw thanks, not quite sure on my iambic pentameters but I can write a rhyme
    Originally posted by DoubleDoors
    That's ok........ I don't always manage to get the scansion quite right, either!

    Also, sometimes it's possible to read a poem one way, and it scans, but read it another way, and it doesn't, ifswim, so you're relying on the reader sussing that out!
    (I just lurve spiders! )
    INFJ(Turbulent).

    Her Greenliness Baroness Pyxis of the Alphabetty, Pinnacle of Peadom
    Founder Member: WIMPS ANONYMOUS
    • colinw
    • By colinw 29th Sep 17, 1:42 PM
    • 50,901 Posts
    • 139,030 Thanks
    colinw
    Thou Gloomy December - Robert Burns

    read by Robert Carlyle

    • onomatopoeia99
    • By onomatopoeia99 29th Sep 17, 2:29 PM
    • 3,636 Posts
    • 8,001 Thanks
    onomatopoeia99
    Celia Celia, by Adrian Mitchell:

    When I am sad and weary,
    When I think all hope is gone,
    When I walk along High Holborn,
    I think of you with nothing on.
    INTP, nerd, libertarian and scifi geek.
    Home is where my books are.
    • SamsReturn
    • By SamsReturn 7th Oct 17, 11:22 AM
    • 1,707 Posts
    • 3,047 Thanks
    SamsReturn
    I picked up a Pam Ayres book yesterday and have just been reading this. I laughed 'cos it reminded me of some of those that post here on Mse.

    They should have asked my husband.

    You know, this world is complicated and imperfect and oppressed,
    And it's not to hard to feel timid, apprehensive and depressed,
    It seems that all around us, rides of questions ebb and flow,
    And people want solutions, but they don't know where to go,


    Opinions abound but who is wrong and who is right ?
    People need a prophet, a diffuser of the light,
    Someone they can turn to as the crises rage and swirl,
    Someone with the remedy, the wisdom, the pearl ......

    Well they should have asked my husband, he'd told them, there and then,
    His thoughts on immigration, teenage mothers, Tony Blair,
    The future of the monarchy, house prices in the South,
    The wait for hip replacements, BSE and foot-and-mouth,

    Yes, they should have asked my husband, he can sort out any mess,
    He can rejuvenate the railways, he can cure the NHS,
    So every little niggle, anything you want to know,
    Just run it past my husband, wind him up and let him go,

    Congestion on the motorways, free holidays for thugs,
    They may defeat the brain of any politician bloke,
    But present it to my husband, he will solve it at a stroke,

    He'll clarify the situation, he will make it crystal clear,
    You'll feel your eyeballs and the bending of your ear,
    Corruption at the top, he's an authority on that,
    And the Maf1a, Gaddafia, and Yasser Arafat,

    Upon these areas he brings his intellect to shine,
    In a great compelling voice, that's twice as loud as yours or mine,
    I often wonder what it must be like to be so strong,
    Infallible, articulate, self-confident and wrong

    When it comes to tolerance he hasn't got a lot,
    Joy-riders should be guillotinned and muggers should be shot,
    The sound of his own voice becomes like music to his ears,
    And he hasn't got an inkling that he's boring us to tears,

    Oh, it's relentless, it's unstoppable, the hunting ban was grim,
    I fantasise at night about the hounds persuing him,
    We went out to the cinema but how the films have changed,
    They were showing Brakeback Mountain and he nearly went deranged,

    My friends don't call so often, they have busy lives i know,
    But it's not every day you want to hear a windbag suck and blow,
    Encylopdias, On them we never have to call,
    Why clutter up the bookshelf when my husband .... knows it all.


    From Pam Ayres, The new collection.
    Last edited by SamsReturn; 07-10-2017 at 11:54 AM.
    • z1a
    • By z1a 7th Oct 17, 4:42 PM
    • 821 Posts
    • 659 Thanks
    z1a
    Boom boom boom boom
    boom boom boom
    boom boom boom boom.
    • SamsReturn
    • By SamsReturn 7th Oct 17, 5:59 PM
    • 1,707 Posts
    • 3,047 Thanks
    SamsReturn
    Boom boom boom boom
    boom boom boom
    boom boom boom boom.
    Originally posted by z1a
    Who wrote that, Basil Brush ?
    • Head The Ball
    • By Head The Ball 7th Oct 17, 6:37 PM
    • 2,980 Posts
    • 6,858 Thanks
    Head The Ball
    Baldrick said that in Blackadder Goes Forth.
    Who'll remember the ones
    who only rode in them to die
    All their lives are just a smudge
    of smoke against the sky
Welcome to our new Forum!

Our aim is to save you money quickly and easily. We hope you like it!

Forum Team Contact us

Live Stats

3,856Posts Today

7,106Users online

Martin's Twitter