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This is my attempt to create a thread more stimulating than those with links to really shit things you can buy on e-bay or those about ninjas or pirates.

So, who's everyones favourite poets? I don't really read a lot of poetry but mine would have to Allen Ginsberg. His poem books Howl and Fall of America are excellent. Some of his poems tend to be a little too homo-erotic for my liking but he shares the knack with Kerouac for catching that poignant moment when you realise something has passed but you feel like you're the only one who has noticed or cares. I've also read Saul Williams' She which was good if a little too self-indulgent. I've been meaning to read something by Phillip Larkin or Slyvia Plath but haven't as of yet. Perhaps Demon Cleaner will help me out in that respect.

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When I was one it just

Begun the day I went to

See I climbed aboard a

Pirate ship and the captain

Said to me were going this way that way

Over the deep blue sea a bottle of rum

To warm my tum and that's the right

For me.

When I was two

I went to the zoo the day I went to sea

I climbed aboard a pirate ship

And the captain said to me

We're going this way

That way over the deep blue sea.

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i've always thought poetry was just for people who weren't good enough to sing in bands

Yeah, I hear Lord Byron was desperately disappointed not to be considered good enough to join Maiden...

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Yeah' date=' I hear Lord Byron was desperately disappointed not to be considered good enough to join Maiden...[/quote']

you fuckin idiot, he probably didn't give a shit ACTUALLY

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Don't bother with any Sylvia Plath stuff, it's overrated self indulgent bollocks that really isn't standing the test of time well. Her stuff is interesting when you consider she was seriously ill - but at the end of the day, it's nothing special. And as much as some Manics fans would hate me for saying this, but Ted Hughes's stuff is far better.

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hughes and plath are both good, and its not fair to say that one is better than the other...different is the key!

some poemsss i like:

Private eye - William McIvanney

Poem IN October -Dylan Thomas

La Belle Dame sans Merci John Keats

shakespeare of course (the lovely popular sonnet 116, and 'all the worlds a stage' speachfrom as you like it and Henry IV. Part II. probably favourites)

Funeral blues - W. H. Auden

Daddy Fell into the Pond - Alfred Noyes

A Poison Tree and the Lamb William Blake

Cant forget Jabberwocky

Ozymandias of Egypt - P.B.Shelley

On the Ning Nang Nong Spike Milligan

Intimations of Immortality - wordsworth

Kubla Khan - coleridge

are we allowed to include epic poetry? in that case id go for Homer!!!

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Mikael kerfeldt = God

April Ethereal

It was me, peering through the looking-glass.

Beyond the embrace of Christ.

Like the secret face within the tapestry.

Like a bird of prey over the crest.

And she was swathed in sorrow, as if born within its mask.

Her candlelight snuffed, the icon smiled.

Emptiness followed by her wake.

I could clasp her in undying love.

Within ghostlike rapture the final word was mine.

She faced me in awe. 'twas a token of ebony colour.

Embodied in faint vapour.

Wandering through April's fire.

Compelled to grasp and to hold the one that was you.

I will endure, hide away.

I would outrun the scythe, glaring with failure.

It is a mere destiny I thought, a threshold I had crossed before.

The rain was waving goodbye, and when the night came

the forest folded its branches around me.

Something passed by, and I went into a dream.

She laughing and weeping at once: "take me away".

I don't know how or why, I'll never know WHEN.

The Leper Affinity

We entered Winter once again

Naked, freezing from my breath

Neath the lid all limbs tucked away

This coffin is your abode from now

and onwards

Your body is mine to avail

Such a tragic sight you are

Slave under my creed

Spurring me with those tears

I am beyond death

Midst a dreaming affinity

Saving strength now, faint whispers

Come erotic communion in its splendour

Fever mirrored ghosts

Night time consolation, cross the line

Draw murder into art

Sleep inside through days

In the wake of this relief

Shivering, longing for more

Insanity at it's peak

Love me to my death

Lost are days of Spring

You sighted and let me in

Keep the beast inside

Shackled within my hide

Screaming out too late

Losing to my hate

Grew together with your skin

And paced the trails of sin

Your gaze covered with virgin snow

Rigid features

It's the shallow deeds who is to blame

Deafening shrieks pierced the night

A step from oblivion

Moving into the dim lights

Hiding within a reverie

It was worth it for the wait alone

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Don't bother with any Sylvia Plath stuff' date=' it's overrated self indulgent bollocks that really isn't standing the test of time well. Her stuff is interesting when you consider she was seriously ill - but at the end of the day, it's nothing special. And as much as some Manics fans would hate me for saying this, but Ted Hughes's stuff is far better.[/quote']

HEATHEN!!! HEATHEN!!!

You're the worst Manics fan EVER :p

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