poetry
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I dont know what the poem means or what it meant. But to me it is like the most soothing poem, I ever read. Otherwise I would not have remembered it all these years since college.
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Robert Frost
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Robert Frost
packageguy
Well-Known Member
Wow finding a soft side, lol
curiousbrain
Well-Known Member
There was a woman whom I loved very dear,
Such that heaven was almost near.
I screwed it all up,
because I'm a maroon, yup.
What to do now,
A case of beer I might allow.
When you read this aloud,
you might say "He's already plowed.",
but you would be wrong,
this is just my swan song.
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God bless,
I work at UPS.
I am a master at chess,
complete with skill and finesse.
Challenge me I dare you,
and I will show you my kung fu.
But I digress,
because I still work at UPS.
I arrive in full dress,
my shirt having been dryed on permanent press.
My true feelings I repress,
and who really gives a crap about egress?
Grateful feelings I possess,
with a sweet mix of stress.
My managers ego I do caress,
as that is the sure road to success.
God bless,
I work at UPS.
Such that heaven was almost near.
I screwed it all up,
because I'm a maroon, yup.
What to do now,
A case of beer I might allow.
When you read this aloud,
you might say "He's already plowed.",
but you would be wrong,
this is just my swan song.
-------------
God bless,
I work at UPS.
I am a master at chess,
complete with skill and finesse.
Challenge me I dare you,
and I will show you my kung fu.
But I digress,
because I still work at UPS.
I arrive in full dress,
my shirt having been dryed on permanent press.
My true feelings I repress,
and who really gives a crap about egress?
Grateful feelings I possess,
with a sweet mix of stress.
My managers ego I do caress,
as that is the sure road to success.
God bless,
I work at UPS.
Yet again we tread the tapestry of verse,
We who rather than rhyme would curse?
Putting forth our vile attempts at wit,
Well count me in with this small bit
of forced and troubled rhyme.
Each morning, quiet, dark and still
as family wrapped against the chill,
I wake and to this keyboard lumber,
a clarion call to end my slumber
and raise my voice on Brown Cafe.
And here I come to air such views
as I may have on this day's news.
On UPS and Fedex too,
On wars that are old and wars that are new
I raise my voice on Brown Cafe.
On porous borders and locked down credit,
what is true and who first said it.
On Sherriff Joe and young Gov Walker,
like Rush Limbaugh, that endless talker
I raise my voice on Brown cafe.
When will it end, when will I stop?
I'll tell you right now: When the Cubs end on top!
Until that time in a year still unknown,
Here I will be but never alone
but with the other voices at Brown Cafe.
We who rather than rhyme would curse?
Putting forth our vile attempts at wit,
Well count me in with this small bit
of forced and troubled rhyme.
Each morning, quiet, dark and still
as family wrapped against the chill,
I wake and to this keyboard lumber,
a clarion call to end my slumber
and raise my voice on Brown Cafe.
And here I come to air such views
as I may have on this day's news.
On UPS and Fedex too,
On wars that are old and wars that are new
I raise my voice on Brown Cafe.
On porous borders and locked down credit,
what is true and who first said it.
On Sherriff Joe and young Gov Walker,
like Rush Limbaugh, that endless talker
I raise my voice on Brown cafe.
When will it end, when will I stop?
I'll tell you right now: When the Cubs end on top!
Until that time in a year still unknown,
Here I will be but never alone
but with the other voices at Brown Cafe.
moreluck
golden ticket member
Nave is the main part of a church. Knave is a rogue or rascal.
menotyou
bella amicizia
See if you know where these are from:
There once was an old man from Lyme.
He married three wives at a time.
When asked why a third,
He replied "One's absurd,
and two of them sir, is a crime."
A rare old bird is the pelican.
His bill holds more than his belly can.
He can take in his beak
enough food for a week.
I'm damned if I know how the hell he can!
There once was an old man from Lyme.
He married three wives at a time.
When asked why a third,
He replied "One's absurd,
and two of them sir, is a crime."
A rare old bird is the pelican.
His bill holds more than his belly can.
He can take in his beak
enough food for a week.
I'm damned if I know how the hell he can!
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moreluck
golden ticket member
The only flatfoot I can think of is a cartoon...Chilly Willy.
But the pelican poem is from a Nashville newpaper editor originally.
Dizzee
ɹǝqɯǝɯ ɹoıuǝs
Columbo
menotyou
bella amicizia
Winner! Winner! Chicken Dinner!!!
DS
Fenderbender
I thought my grandfather wrote that....saw it in his writing
in an old notebook...Who really wrote it?
