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O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou, Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The wingèd seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave,until Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill (Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air) With living hues and odours plain and hill: Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere; Destroyer and Preserver; hear, O hear! II Thou on whose stream, 'mid the steep sky's commotion, Loose clouds like Earth's decaying leaves are shed, Shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and Ocean, Angels of rain and lightning: there are spread On the blue surface of thine airy surge, Like the bright hair uplifted from the head Of some fierce Maenad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height, The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge Of the dying year, to which this closing night Will be the dome of a vast sepulchre Vaulted with all thy congregated might Of vapours, from whose solid atmosphere Black rain, and fire, and hail will burst: O hear! III Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams The blue Mediterranean, where he lay, Lulled by the coil of his crystalline streams, Beside a pumice isle in Baiae's bay, And saw in sleep old palaces and towers Quivering within the wave's intenser day, All overgrown with azure moss and flowers So sweet, the sense faints picturing them! Thou For whose path the Atlantic's level powers Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear The sapless foliage of the ocean, know Thy voice, and suddenly grow grey with fear, And tremble and despoil themselves: O hear! IV If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear; If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee; A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share The impulse of thy strength, only less free Than thou, O Uncontrollable! If even I were as in my boyhood, and could be The comrade of thy wanderings over Heaven, As then, when to outstrip thy skiey speed Scarce seemed a vision; I would ne'er have striven As thus with thee in prayer in my sore need. Oh! lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud! I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed! A heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed One too like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud. V Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth! And, by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind! Be through my lips to unawakened Earth The trumpet of a prophecy! O Wind, If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind? -Percy Bysshe Shelley |
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04-21-2013, 10:48 PM | #32 |
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Pablo Neruda's poem about his discovery of poetry
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04-21-2013, 10:56 PM | #34 |
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What's he building in there?
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I hate that a below average QB is the only QB the Chiefs have, Draft Geno Smith. The end.
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LOL I saw daves post above & deleted mine
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04-21-2013, 11:27 PM | #39 |
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Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings; Sunward I’ve climbed and joined the tumbling mirth of sun-split clouds, – and done a hundred things You have not dreamed of wheeled and soared and swung High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there, I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung My eager craft through footless falls of air... Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace Where never lark, nor eer eagle flew – And, while with silent lifting mind I’ve trod The high, untrespassed sanctity of space, Put out my hand and touched the face of God. |
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04-21-2013, 11:32 PM | #40 |
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04-21-2013, 11:35 PM | #41 |
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A long time ago, when the earth was green
and there was more kinds of animals than you've ever seen, and they run around free while the world was bein' born, and the lovliest of all was the Unicorn. There was green alligators and long-neck geese. There was humpy bumpy camels and chimpanzees. There was catsandratsandelephants, but sure as you're born the lovliest of all was the Unicorn. But the Lord seen some sinnin', and it caused him pain. He says, "Stand back, I'm gonna make it rain." He says, "Hey Brother Noah, I'll tell ya whatcha do. Go and build me a floatin' zoo. And you take two alligators and a couple of geese, two humpy bumpy camels and two chimpanzees. Take two catsandratsandelephants, but sure as you're born, Noah, don't you forget my Unicorn." Now Noah was there, he answered the callin' and he finished up the ark just as the rain was fallin'. He marched in the animals two by two, and he called out as they went through, "Hey Lord, I got your two alligators and your couple of geese, your humpy bumpy camels and your chimpanzees. Got your catsandratsandelephants - but Lord, I'm so forlorn 'cause I just don't see no Unicorn." Ol' Noah looked out through the drivin' rain but the Unicorns were hidin', playin' silly games. They were kickin' and splashin' in the misty morn, oh them silly Unicorn. The the goat started goatin', and the snake started snakin', the elephant started elephantin', and the boat started shaking'. The mouse started squeakin', and the lion started roarin', and everyone's abourd but the Unicorn. I mean the green alligators and the long-neck geese, the humpy bumpy camels and the chimpanzees. Noah cried, "Close the door 'cause the rain is pourin' - and we just can't wait for them Unicorn." Then the ark started movin', and it drifted with the tide, and the Unicorns looked up from the rock and cried. And the water come up and sort of floated them away - that's why you've never seen a Unicorn to this day. You'll see a lot of alligators and a whole mess of geese. You'll see humpy bumpy camels and lots of chimpanzees. You'll see catsandratsandelephants, but sure as you're born you're never gonna see no Unicorn |
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Casey at the Bat
* by Ernest Lawrence Thayer The outlook wasn't brilliant for the Mudville nine that day: The score stood four to two, with but one inning more to play, And then when Cooney died at first, and Barrows did the same, A pall-like silence fell upon the patrons of the game. A straggling few got up to go in deep despair. The rest Clung to the hope which springs eternal in the human breast; They thought, "If only Casey could but get a whack at that— We'd put up even money now, with Casey at the bat." But Flynn preceded Casey, as did also Jimmy Blake, And the former was a hoodoo, while the latter was a cake; So upon that stricken multitude grim melancholy sat, For there seemed but little chance of Casey getting to the bat. But Flynn let drive a single, to the wonderment of all, And Blake, the much despisèd, tore the cover off the ball; And when the dust had lifted, and men saw what had occurred, There was Jimmy safe at second and Flynn a-hugging third. Then from five thousand throats and more there rose a lusty yell; It rumbled through the valley, it rattled in the dell; It pounded on the mountain and recoiled upon the flat, For Casey, mighty Casey, was advancing to the bat. There was ease in Casey's manner as he stepped into his place; There was pride in Casey's bearing and a smile lit Casey's face. And when, responding to the cheers, he lightly doffed his hat, No stranger in the crowd could doubt 'twas Casey at the bat. Ten thousand eyes were on him as he rubbed his hands with dirt; Five thousand tongues applauded when he wiped them on his shirt; Then while the writhing pitcher ground the ball into his hip, Defiance flashed in Casey's eye, a sneer curled Casey's lip. And now the leather-covered sphere came hurtling through the air, And Casey stood a-watching it in haughty grandeur there. Close by the sturdy batsman the ball unheeded sped— "That ain't my style," said Casey. "Strike one!" the umpire said. From the benches, black with people, there went up a muffled roar, Like the beating of the storm-waves on a stern and distant shore; "Kill him! Kill the umpire!" shouted someone on the stand; And it's likely they'd have killed him had not Casey raised his hand. With a smile of Christian charity great Casey's visage shone; He stilled the rising tumult; he bade the game go on; He signaled to the pitcher, and once more the dun sphere flew; But Casey still ignored it and the umpire said, "Strike two!" "Fraud!" cried the maddened thousands, and echo answered "Fraud!" But one scornful look from Casey and the audience was awed. They saw his face grow stern and cold, they saw his muscles strain, And they knew that Casey wouldn't let that ball go by again. The sneer is gone from Casey's lip, his teeth are clenched in hate, He pounds with cruel violence his bat upon the plate; And now the pitcher holds the ball, and now he lets it go, And now the air is shattered by the force of Casey's blow. Oh, somewhere in this favoured land the sun is shining bright, The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light; And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout, But there is no joy in Mudville—mighty Casey has struck out. |
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And you hear something spray Diarrhea diarrhea When your sitting on a mountain and your butt becomes a fountain Diarrhea, Diarrhea When it’s hanging likes a chad and your butt hurts really bad Diarrhea, diarrhea When you're driving in your car, and your house is just too far Diarrhea, diarrhea When your stomach is in pain, and your making chocolate rain Diarrhea, diarrhea When you think it's chicken soup but it's really liquid poop. Diarrhea diarrhea When you have Thanksgiving turkey and your stool is a stank hot slurpee Diarrhea*Diarrhea Then your mind begins to linger, Wrongly saying "Pull my finger" Diarrhea, Diarrhea When you're walking like CP3O and your shit looks like radicchio Diarrhea, Diarrhea When you think your friends are joking but your pants are brown and soaking: Diarrhea, diarrhea. Now you think you're feeling better but you keep on getting wetter: Diarrhea, diarrhea. When your stomach starts a rollin' and you're cleaning out your colon: Diarrhea, diarrhea. When you're on the seat for hours and it doesn't smell like flowers: Diarrhea, diarrhea. When the feeling's not that nice and you have to flush it twice: Diarrhea, diarrhea. When you're rolling like a tire and your intestines are on fire: Diarrhea, diarrhea. When you’re sitting in your Chevy and you feel something heavy: Diarrhea, diarrhea. When you’re rummaging in the attic and your ass goes automatic: Diarrhea, diarrhea. When you do a little dance and it's gooey in yer pants: Diarrhea, diarrhea. When you’re lounging by the pool and your ass begins to drool: Diarrhea, diarrhea. When it floats down the gutter and it looks like peanut butter: Diarrhea, diarrhea. When your tummy’s feeling funny and your pants are hot n’ runny: Diarrhea, diarrhea. When you’re looking at your shoes and you feel something ooze: Diarrhea, diarrhea. When you really want to shout and it keeps on gushing out: Diarrhea, diarrhea. When it sounds just like a horn and your butt pops out like corn: Diarrhea, diarrhea. When*you know that certain smell and were eating Taco Bell. Diarrhea, diarrhea.
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