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that was an incredibly moving poem, one I had never heard or read. Thank you for sharing.

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Originally posted by katia08
that was an incredibly moving poem, one I had never heard or read. Thank you for sharing.
Oops, apologies, I was referring to the poem by Robyn Hitchcock entitled "If Death is not the End" by Robyn Hitchcock.....still learning how to navigate this site and play chess and apparently post replies correctly!
Anyway, thanks to the person who submitted the poem. It is still incredibly moving and one I had never heard or read. I really like this thread! Katia08

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"See the balls, hairy balls!
What a world of merriment impeding them forestalls!"

~ royalchicken, parodying Mr. Poe, circa 2003. I non-sub rec to anyone who can find the full text, which was mildly funny IIRC and is in Deep General somewhere.

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I thought these were to be SHORT poems. Most of these entries do not qualify.

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Originally posted by AttilaTheHorn
Another of my favourite war poem
A war poem? Imagine that. My apologies to ChronicLeaky, but I have to
say it: A war poem is like gooey come morning. Perfectly wasted energy.
Come to think of it, the same holds true for the war itself. A war is like
gooey in the morning. It made no sense, yet for some reason it had to
be done.

Aaaaand, then I read the poem and realised my folly. 😳

Oh, short poem! I can't think of any truly short poem that had any effect
on me, but this one is shortish. A poison tree by William Blake
none other:


I was angry with my friend
I told my wrath, my wrath did end
I was angry with my foe
I told it not, my wrath did grow

And I watered it in fears
Night and morning with my tears
And I sunned it with smiles
And with soft deceitful wiles

And it grew both day and night
Till it bore an apple bright
And my foe beheld it shine
And he knew that it was mine

And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled the pole
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.

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When I was 18 years old and in love, I read this poem in a magazine and memorized it.

Oh the red rose breathes of passion
And the white rose whispers of love.

The red rose is a falcon
And the white rose is a dove.

But I give you a cream-white rose
With a blush on its petal tips

For the love that is purest and sweetest
Has a kiss of desire on its lips. Audrey

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Love's Philosophy

The fountains mingle with the river,
And the rivers with the ocean;
The winds of heaven mix forever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
In another's being mingle--
Why not I with thine?

See, the mountains kiss high heaven,
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister flower could be forgiven
If it disdained its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea;--
What are all these kissings worth,
If thou kiss not me?

--Percy Bysshe Shelley, 1792-1822

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Originally posted by AttilaTheHorn
Love's Philosophy

The fountains mingle with the river,
And the rivers with the ocean;
The winds of heaven mix forever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
In another's being mingle--
Why not I with thine?

See, the mountains kiss high heaven,
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister flower cou ...[text shortened]... What are all these kissings worth,
If thou kiss not me?

--Percy Bysshe Shelley, 1792-1822
Beautiful.

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