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Yesterday (I missed it) was National Poetry Day here in the UK.  I can't even write peotry, but I know what I like.  Perhaps the poets  amongst us would like to donate a poem. The rest  might leave a link to a favourite poem.  This is mine http://www.online-literature.com/yeats/816/

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We have POETS day here in Aus every Friday 

POETS meaning piss off early tomorrow's saturday

LOL

Apart from that I know of just 1 poem that also falls into dad joke status

roses are red

violets are blue

most poems rhyme 

this one doesn't 

LOL again

Regards

James

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Song of The Open Road, by Walt Whitman rates high with me (as does much of the original edition of Leaves of Grass.

I like The Road Less Travelled By by Robert Frost

Clancy of The Overflow and Come by Chance, both by Banjo Patterson

I also like the poetry of the Viking poet Egil Skallagrimsson

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27 minutes ago, Sydheel said:

Agree

love banjo

Banjo captured the beauties of the bush like nobody else. 

I like Lawson too, mind you, but they were very different characters and saw the bush in very different ways. There is a great deal of truth in both interpretations. Lawson's The Drover's Wife is a powerful counterpoint to Clancy - both capture an essence of the bush that is instantly recognisable to anyone who has spent time out there.

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Among other things I seem to have stirred the Aussies.  They might like this, that I was taught by my mentor when I was learning to teach;

Dyna t'yn eistedd y deryn dy, /Brennin y goedwig fawr wyt ti,/Can deryn deryn,/Can deryn deryn,/ Dyna hardd wyt ti.  It's in Welsh, so I'll give you a translation.  Literally, There you sit blackbird, King of the great wood are you, sing bird, sing bird, there's beautiful you are.  It's sung to a tune that I was taught at school, which I think is an Australian song https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ysaskdFpPz8  Not entirely as I knew it, but close enough.  Given New South Wales, I suppose the tune must have travelled there from Old Wales.

I rather like the Metaphysics too, John Donne in particular. https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems-and-poets/poems/detail/44131 Say it to your partner tomorrow before you go to work.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             

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Yes, the song is Kookaburra Sits on The Old Gum Tree

I'm sure it's lovely in Welsh, but I think I prefer the Australian version

The tune for Waltzing Matilda was originally Scottish - Thou Bonnie Wood of Craiglea

Of course for true lovers of poetry there is always this classic Eddie Murphy Skit from Saturday Night Live many years ago. The poem? Images, by Tyrone Greene

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SGx3IA7oXho

 

  

 

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I'll write the Welsh one out for you phonetically.  Sing it to yourself and I'm sure you'll like it better:

Dunner teen eye stethe a derrin dee,

Brennin a goid wig vower oy tee

Can derrin derrin, can derrin derrin,

Dunner harthe oy tee.

Don't you think  'goedwig' is a lovelier word than' forest'?  In the same way that I'd rather be 'enwogion' than 'famous'.  I fell into conversation recently with one of the residents at Mum's who said she'd enjoyed talking with Mum about Wales, because that was where she came from.  When she mentioned it I could hear the slight Welsh lilt in her accent.  I asked where she was from, thinking maybe Aberaeron or Abergavenny, Machynlleth or Llantrissant.  No, Port Talbot.  It sounds like an especially rubbish Vauxhall car, like being born in an Austin Allegro https://www.google.co.uk/search?q=austin+allegro&client=firefox-b&tbm=isch&tbo=u&source=univ&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwjMoM_azczPAhWLCSwKHT8pB7wQ7AkIKg&biw=1231&bih=600#imgrc=SksT6vBzHhi2yM%3A Life doesn't get less poetic than the Austin Allegro.

                                                                                                                                                                                       

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It has to be Dylan, doesn't it?  Given that he's now a Nobel Laureate.  I'm not sure that I'm convinced, but it's hard not to like this.  Still take the tune away and is it poetry?  I can see how songwriting is literature, but enough to merit a Nobel prize?   His prose is rubbish (in my opinion) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MGxjIBEZvx0

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Consider eyes rolled.  But moving on, I worry that today's one is too obvious.  There's a lot of interesting poetry, but none of you are offering it, and this one by Auden makes me weep, because I know no-one will ever feel this about me, but I have someone I do feel that way about. http://homepages.wmich.edu/~cooneys/poems/auden.stop.html

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My Mum told me today that she'd seen a thing on the news where a chap pretending to knowledge said that Bob Dylan had changed his name (I think we all know that) and chosen his name because he admired the 'American' poet, Dylan Thomas.  My first feeling is just to give a Dylan Thomas poem, so I will. http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/do-not-go-gentle-into-that-good-night/   But look at this http://oedipa.tripod.com/thomas.html There's a man incapable of writing prose, because all the words that spill out of him are poetry.

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Indeed.  Thank you, Shyheels.

A man who made me want to read peotry (sic) when I was young was Spike Milligan.

Mary Pugh was nearly two

When she went out of doors.

She went out standing up, she did,

And came back on all fours.

The moral of this story is,

Please meditate and pause,

Never send a baby out with loosely waisted drawers.

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There's a joy to be had in subverting poetry, and songs.

Whistle while you work,

Hitler is a twerp.

He's half barmy,

So's his army,

Whistle while you work.

I know, I'm pushing it a bit, but none of you are interested anyway.

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In 1892 two of Australia's best loved poets, Banjo Paterson and Henry Lawson engaged in a sort of poetic duel in the pages of a popular weekly magazine - they each had very different takes on life in the bush and for several weeks they wrote verses directed at each other. It was a witty duel that became quite heated. Members of the public contributed with their own send-ups of the two poets' verse, some of it quite clever. I shall try to find some links

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