I am in an excellent mood after watching the 3rd episode of Supernatural for the season, so you get some lovely Roald Dahl:

The most important thing we've learned,
So far as children are concerned,
Is never, NEVER, NEVER let
Them near your television set --
Or better still, just don't install
The idiotic thing at all.
In almost every house we've been,
We' ( Read more... )

"In the coffin my room has become ( Read more... )

I just went to copy a poem down in one of the many notebooks I have of random quotations and poetry I come across, and discovered the book was full. Bugger. I'm one of those people who enjoy the sensation of writing with a pen over typing, even though typing is much faster. Now that I can't, its really annoying me. Must buy a new one on the morrow.

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Don't make fun, I've been watching Singin in the Rain. Hee.

"In the Book of the Disappearing Book" - John Gallaher

It's a spring flowered dress that was her effacement.

On a train, and because of what windows do sometimes.
Her face is floating above the landscape
unaware.

I used to think that I was reporting my life to someone.
I was a radio.

I used to ( Read more... )

( Bluebird - Charles Bukowski )

Love after Love.

The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other's welcome,

and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was
your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ( Read more... )

 Here lies the body of this world,
Whose soul alas to hell is hurled.
This golden youth long since has past,
It's silver manhood went as fast,
An iron age drew on at last;
'Tis vain its character to tell,
The several fates which it befell,
What year it died, when 'twell arise,
We only know that here it lies.

- Henry David Thoreau

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair,
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

- Pablo Neruda

Lovely, really. I'd give my right arm to be able to write like that. Which would be kind of ironic, because then I wouldn't be able to write at all. : ( Read more... )

So, I've been looking for some poetry to give to Beck when she and Bryan tie the knot next June. And I think I've found the perfect one. What do you guys think?

A Map of the World

One of the ancient maps of the world
is heart-shaped, carefully drawn
and once washed with bright colours,
though the colours have faded
as you might expect feelings to fade
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In an effort to get people to look ( Read more... )