mintstick999 485 Posted December 7, 2011 Report Share Posted December 7, 2011 and in poverty, in health and in sickness. He will sleep on the cold ground where the wintery winds blow, and the snow drives fiercely, if only he may be near his master's side. He will kiss the hand that has no food to offer, he will lick the sores and wounds that come in encounter with the roughness of the world. He guards the sleep of his Pauper master as if he were a prince. When all other friends desert, he remains. When riches take wings and reputation falls to pieces, he is as constant in his love as the sun in it's journey through the heavens. If misfortune drives the master forth an outcast in the world, friendless and homeless, the faithful dog asks no higher privilege than that of accompanying him to guard against danger, to fight against his enemies. And when the last scene of all comes, and death takes the master in it's embrace, and his body is laid away in the cold ground, no matter if all other friends pursue their way, there by the graveside will the noble dog be found, his head between his paws, his eyes sad, but open in alert watchfulness, faithful and true, even in death.'>The one absolutely unselfish friend that a man can have in this selfish world, the one that never deserts him, the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous, is his dog. A man's dog stands by him in prosperity and in poverty, in health and in sickness. He will sleep on the cold ground where the wintery winds blow, and the snow drives fiercely, if only he may be near his master's side. He will kiss the hand that has no food to offer, he will lick the sores and wounds that come in encounter with the roughness of the world. He guards the sleep of his Pauper master as if he were a prince. When all other friends desert, he remains. When riches take wings and reputation falls to pieces, he is as constant in his love as the sun in it's journey through the heavens. If misfortune drives the master forth an outcast in the world, friendless and homeless, the faithful dog asks no higher privilege than that of accompanying him to guard against danger, to fight against his enemies. And when the last scene of all comes, and death takes the master in it's embrace, and his body is laid away in the cold ground, no matter if all other friends pursue their way, there by the graveside will the noble dog be found, his head between his paws, his eyes sad, but open in alert watchfulness, faithful and true, even in death. always liked this one That was a lovely read and very touching. Quote Link to post Share on other sites
Simoman 110 Posted December 7, 2011 Report Share Posted December 7, 2011 As has been mentioned the Raven by Edgar Allen Poe, also Tiger Tiger by Rudyard Kipling........ Quote Link to post Share on other sites
johnny 2 367 Posted December 7, 2011 Report Share Posted December 7, 2011 Today in the pit i did meet my match, but my legs are broken and i can't make the scratch. Please pick me up now so i can fight another day, but money and pride has got in the way. You know I can't win as I let out a battle cry, looks like this pit is where I will die. Look into my eyes did I not give my best? But you knew that allready when you did the game test. This is for all the game pitbulls that never gave up, your masters betrayed you for fear of losing a buck Quote Link to post Share on other sites
lanesra 4,007 Posted December 7, 2011 Report Share Posted December 7, 2011 Some crackin poems there boys , the lighthouse episode is a mystery i think will always raise different thoughts . Quote Link to post Share on other sites
gonetoearth 5,144 Posted December 7, 2011 Report Share Posted December 7, 2011 there are many but HUNT WITH ME has been very relivent over the last year Quote Link to post Share on other sites
scothunter 12,609 Posted December 7, 2011 Report Share Posted December 7, 2011 A soldier told me before he died i never knew if the b*****d lied he had a wife with a c**t so wide it just could not be satisfied. so he built her a cock made out of steel that was driven by a krank and a f*****g great wheel he got two balls and filled them with cream and the whole f*****g issue was driven by steam in and out went that cock of steel round and round went that f*****g great wheel till at last she cried oh im satisfied now we come to the terrible bit there was no way of stopping it and from her arse to her tits she split and the whole f*****g issue was covered in shit! Quote Link to post Share on other sites
asanley 1,009 Posted December 7, 2011 Author Report Share Posted December 7, 2011 As has been mentioned the Raven by Edgar Allen Poe, also Tiger Tiger by Rudyard Kipling........ Simo , do you mean Tyger tyger , by Blake ? Quote Link to post Share on other sites
asanley 1,009 Posted December 7, 2011 Author Report Share Posted December 7, 2011 I went for a walk in the woods today , with a gun and a faithful old friend With tears in my eye , and a pain in my heart , I knew he was nearing the end We sat for a while and as it got dark , he rested his head on my knee His eyes seemed to tell me that he was in pain , and my job was to let him go free So then with a sigh and tears in my eye , I lifted the gun to his head but I started to twitch and then son of a bitch , I shot off my big toe instead 2 Quote Link to post Share on other sites
scothunter 12,609 Posted December 7, 2011 Report Share Posted December 7, 2011 I went for a walk in the woods today , with a gun and a faithful old friend With tears in my eye , and a pain in my heart , I knew he was nearing the end We sat for a while and as it got dark , he rested his head on my knee His eyes seemed to tell me that he was in pain , and my job was to let him go free So then with a sigh and tears in my eye , I lifted the gun to his head but I started to twitch and then son of a bitch , I shot off my big toe instead i thought it was gonna be a moving wee ode lol Quote Link to post Share on other sites
Neal 1,930 Posted December 8, 2011 Report Share Posted December 8, 2011 Two of my favourite sections from poems, rather than the whole poem, are: The beginning of John Betjeman's "Upper Lambourne": Up the ash tree climbs the ivy, Up the ivy climbs the sun, With a twenty-thousand pattering Has the valley breeze begun. Near the end of Roald Dahl's "Litle Red Riding Hood and the Wolf": Then Little Red Riding Hood said, "But Grandma, what a lovely great big furry coat you have on." "That's wrong!" cried Wolf. "Have you forgot To tell me what BIG TEETH I've got? Ah well, no matter what you say, I'm going to eat you anyway." The small girl smiles. One eyelid flickers. She whips a pistol from her knickers. She aims it at the creatures head And bang bang bang, she shoots him dead. 1 Quote Link to post Share on other sites
dixiebop 125 Posted December 8, 2011 Report Share Posted December 8, 2011 Yours He may be smooth, he may be rough - he may be big or wee, A mongrel from his tail to tip - a hound of pedigree, He may love postmen (he may not) - he may be scared of cats, He may object to moonlit nights - he may be rough on rats, You whistle an he comes - or else you call until your tired, The laughing stock of all your friens - by everyone admired, He may have grasped the mystic truth that paths are where one treads, He may rout up your new-sewn seeds and bury bones in beds- You do not really care a bit- enough that he's your own, Yes, just your dog - the only dog - just yours and yours alone Quote Link to post Share on other sites
scothunter 12,609 Posted December 8, 2011 Report Share Posted December 8, 2011 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mwGnCIdHQH0 posted this before,but its another good one. Quote Link to post Share on other sites
danw 1,748 Posted December 8, 2011 Report Share Posted December 8, 2011 GAMEKEEPERS DAUGHTER Lazy Sunday afternoon The ducks were in the water, We kissed passionately on the river bank She was the gamekeepers daughter. Her breath smelt of cider And pheasant sandwiches, She was a pleasant kind of girl She knew several bad languages. Her skin was all flaky and spotty She even had some on her botty, But I thought what the heck And kissed her fat neck. Right down to her breastie balloons I said they looks inviting, It was really exciting They certainly wasn't no macaroons. She said, yes you can touch em But don't you dare munch em, Cause I comes out in spots Like little red dot's. She said I get em all over Tis a thing I cant help, As I ran me hand up her thigh She gave out a big yelp. I said what's the matter? We can still have some fun, Take ya clothes off They might heal up in the sun. She started to giggle And said don't be so daft, I ain't going in the bushes either That made I laugh. Then I spotted the gamekeeper With evil in his eye, A shotgun over his arm Shouting at me I wondered why. I ran across the green But as I ran I feared for me llife, As he let go a blast he peppered me ass For it wasn't his daughter it was his wife. As I lay in the hospital bed The gamekeeper looked down on I with glee, He said you in a lot of pain boy? Well let that be a lesson to thee. Quote Link to post Share on other sites
littlefish 596 Posted December 8, 2011 Report Share Posted December 8, 2011 One of the most moving I have ever read, I read on this site recently. 'I loved a papish girl'. I don't know how to put on a link but I think it is a truly beautiful poem by the genius James Young. Read it and weep or watch on Youtube.............I dare you not to. Quote Link to post Share on other sites
poacher3161 1,766 Posted December 8, 2011 Report Share Posted December 8, 2011 my favourite 1 Quote Link to post Share on other sites
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