Well Dusty it seems that Mr Kipling does make some "exceedingly" good poetry ;D ;D :D ;D
However on a less flippant note. Although I am not a great poetry lover I do like Samuel Taylor Coleridge the one that starts like this:
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea
I feel sure that a variation of this poem was used in a pop video in the 80's. Can't quite remember the song :-? :y :y
The Soldier
by Rupert Brooke
If I should die, think only this of me:
That there's some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,
A body of England's, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.
And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;
Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;
And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,
In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.
In my younger days I would never have read poetry, but, recently following a personal crisis I became an avid reader, and found the words both comforting and soothing.
If by Rudyard Kipling was a favourite, and I even had a copy printed out and carried it always to this day in my handbag. Just makes me feel better.
I wonder if any of you OOFers have ever read poetry? And what your favourite poem might be?
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IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!
:-* :-* :-* :-*
[/highlight]QuoteWell Dusty it seems that Mr Kipling does make some "exceedingly" good poetry ;D ;D :D ;D
However on a less flippant note. Although I am not a great poetry lover I do like Samuel Taylor Coleridge the one that starts like this:
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea
I feel sure that a variation of this poem was used in a pop video in the 80's. Can't quite remember the song :-? :y :y
"Frankie Goes to Hollywood" the song IIRC was "Two Tribes" ;)
Not a poem, but I have this printed and is on the wall behind my desk, serves as a inspration to my team that our work is just and as a warning to others to not cross our path...[size=12]Allow me to impress upon you the severe mistake you have made. For years my conduct has been largely benign. And yet, without provocation, you have severed our détente and forced me to unleash upon you the vengeful flames of a thousand suns. You shall curse your mothers for the day of your birth. For, go now, go, and begin your life of fear, knowing that when you least expect it, the looming sword of Damocles will crash down upon you, cleaving you in twain and as you gaze upon the smoking wreckage that was once your life, you will regret the day you crossed the wrong team.
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(Bonus prize if you know where I got it from)
QuoteNot a poem, but I have this printed and is on the wall behind my desk, serves as a inspration to my team that our work is just and as a warning to others to not cross our path...[size=12]Allow me to impress upon you the severe mistake you have made. For years my conduct has been largely benign. And yet, without provocation, you have severed our détente and forced me to unleash upon you the vengeful flames of a thousand suns. You shall curse your mothers for the day of your birth. For, go now, go, and begin your life of fear, knowing that when you least expect it, the looming sword of Damocles will crash down upon you, cleaving you in twain and as you gaze upon the smoking wreckage that was once your life, you will regret the day you crossed the wrong team.
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(Bonus prize if you know where I got it from)
Klaus the goldfish from American Dad? :D ;D :-* :-*
No that takes me back to 1972/3 HMS Ganges. the poem was displayed either side of the 'Screen' in the gym that was also used as a picture house.......... :) :) :)
;D ;D ;D If only they knew ;)QuoteQuoteNot a poem, but I have this printed and is on the wall behind my desk, serves as a inspration to my team that our work is just and as a warning to others to not cross our path...[size=12]Allow me to impress upon you the severe mistake you have made. For years my conduct has been largely benign. And yet, without provocation, you have severed our détente and forced me to unleash upon you the vengeful flames of a thousand suns. You shall curse your mothers for the day of your birth. For, go now, go, and begin your life of fear, knowing that when you least expect it, the looming sword of Damocles will crash down upon you, cleaving you in twain and as you gaze upon the smoking wreckage that was once your life, you will regret the day you crossed the wrong team.
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(Bonus prize if you know where I got it from)
Klaus the goldfish from American Dad? :D ;D :-* :-*
Yup :)
No one at work has twigged !
Even the MD said "jings your scarry Bast&&&ds down here" :)
Seem to remember something I posted at work many many years ago that did not impress the boss, can't remember it but started with:Rings a bell but can't remember it either. ::)
We the willing
Led by the unknowing
etc
“We the willing, led by the unknowing, are doing the impossible for the ungrateful. We have done so much, with so little, for so long, we are now qualified to do anything, with nothing.”