abertawe_ram Posted November 15, 2013 Author Share Posted November 15, 2013 Some great choices there guys keep em coming! Some powerful words for you from Swansea's finest...Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, my father, there on that sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Dylan Thomas And, as with everything, it's even better when read by Sir Anthony Hopkins... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s1fTlIsUGks Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
needles Posted November 15, 2013 Share Posted November 15, 2013 Wilfred Owen knocks Rupert Brooke into a sentimental, jingoistic, second rate, cocked hat.IMO. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
RamDram Posted November 15, 2013 Share Posted November 15, 2013 The glory of the beauty of the morning, - The cuckoo crying over the untouched dew; The blackbird that has found it, and the dove That tempts me on to something sweeter than love; White clouds ranged even and fair as new-mown hay; The heat, the stir, the sublime vacancy Of sky and meadow and forest and my own heart: - The glory invites me, yet it leaves me scorning All I can ever do, all I can be, Beside the lovely of motion, shape, and hue, The happiness I fancy fit to dwell In beauty's presence. Shall I now this day Begin to seek as far as heaven, as hell, Wisdom or strength to match this beauty, start And tread the pale dust pitted with small dark drops, In hope to find whatever it is I seek, Hearkening to short-lived happy-seeming things That we know naught of, in the hazel copse? Or must I be content with discontent As larks and swallows are perhaps with wings? And shall I ask at the day's end once more What beauty is, and what I can have meant By happiness? And shall I let all go, Glad, weary, or both? Or shall I perhaps know That I was happy oft and oft before, Awhile forgetting how I am fast pent, How dreary-swift, with naught to travel to, Is Time? I cannot bite the day to the core. Edward Thomas Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
David Posted November 16, 2013 Share Posted November 16, 2013 A hemorrhoid deep in my ass Gives fear of even passing gas An itchiness it has deployed My comfort now is quite destroyed A hemorrhoid deep in my void All spicy foods I must avoid Oh please sweet lass your lips display And Kiss my ass to make this pain just go away Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
PrivateDerby Posted November 16, 2013 Share Posted November 16, 2013 Beautiful. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
RamDram Posted November 16, 2013 Share Posted November 16, 2013 Once an honest defender named Jake Came to Derby, his fortune to make Through his heroic deeds Against Forest and Leeds A claim to a knighthood he'd stake Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
RamDram Posted November 16, 2013 Share Posted November 16, 2013 A tall Irish striker named Connor Warmed the sub's bench and looked like a goner Then at Watford his wish To once more feed the fish Means the jury's still out yet, your honour Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
RamDram Posted November 16, 2013 Share Posted November 16, 2013 Our previous manager Clough Was tremendously loyal and tough But his five year hurrah Ended in coup d'etat Not surprising he left in a huff! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
RamDram Posted November 16, 2013 Share Posted November 16, 2013 So the new dawn continues with Schteve With much tactical nouse up his sleeve Play off hopes will be built And his low countries lilt And umbrella may earn a reprieve Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
uttoxram75 Posted November 16, 2013 Share Posted November 16, 2013 Beautiful. Bit anal if you ask me. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Archie Posted November 16, 2013 Share Posted November 16, 2013 I remember singing the following first world war poem at school all those years ago, don't know who wrote it but can still remember it word for word which shows what an impression it had on me. My clothes are wet, the trenches stink My boots are worn, I have to limp When weathers bad, the dug outs flood And no-mans lands a pool of blood The mud here's worse than i've ever seen We lost last Friday a boy of sixteen We can not advance and we will not retreat So we'll wait here until next year, when we'll more or less still be here We sweat We curse We survive here Dont stop to think who's next To save a friend we'll risk our necks So you're proud of us And reward us with this On our epitath On the casualty list So tell your children all some day of our sacrifice Tell them we died young, our lives unsung Tell them pride has its price. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
eddie Posted November 16, 2013 Share Posted November 16, 2013 The elephant is a pretty bird, it flits from bough to bough. It makes its nest in a rhubarb tree and whistles like a cow. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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