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The Common Cold
by Ogden Nash
Go hang yourself, you old M.D.! You shall no longer sneer at me. Pick up your hat and stethoscope, Go wash your mouth with laundry soap; I contemplate a joy exquisite In never paying for your visit. I did not call you to be told My malady is a common cold.
By pounding brow and swollen lip; By fever's hot and scaly grip; By these two red redundant eyes That weep like woeful April skies; By racking snuffle, snort, and sniff; By handkerchief after handkerchief; This cold you wave away as naught Is the damnedest cold man ever caught.
Give ear, you scientific fossil! Here is the genuine Cold Colossal; The Cold of which researchers dream, The Perfect Cold, the Cold Supreme. This honored system humbly holds The Super-cold to end all colds; The Cold Crusading for Democracy; The Führer of the Streptococcracy.
Bacilli swarm within my portals Such as were ne'er conceived by mortals, But bred by scientists wise and hoary In some Olympian laboratory; Bacteria as large as mice, With feet of fire and heads of ice Who never interrupt for slumber Their stamping elephantine rumba.
A common cold, gadzooks, forsooth! Ah, yes. And Lincoln was jostled by Booth; Don Juan was a budding gallant, And Shakespeare's plays show signs of talent; The Arctic winter is fairly coolish, And your diagnosis is fairly foolish. Oh what derision history holds For the man who belittled the Cold of Colds!
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"Why I like this thread. I forget about poetry for a bit and it always brings me back to it. Is enjoyable."
Wrote that almost 4 years ago. Shroomery is a cloud unto itself and it is great to remember. Some Blake. But not that dour.
FOR HENCE IS THE HOUR!
My spectre around me night and day Like a wild beast guards my way; My Emanation far within Weeps incessantly for my sin.
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`A fathomless and boundless deep, There we wander, there we weep; On the hungry craving wind My Spectre follows thee behind.
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`He scents thy footsteps in the snow, Wheresoever thou dost go, Thro' the wintry hail and rain. When wilt thou return again?
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`Dost thou not in pride and scorn Fill with tempests all my morn, And with jealousies and fears Fill my pleasant nights with tears?
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`Seven of my sweet loves thy knife Has bereavèd of their life. Their marble tombs I built with tears, And with cold and shuddering fears.
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`Seven more loves weep night and day Round the tombs where my loves lay, And seven more loves attend each night Around my couch with torches bright.
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`And seven more loves in my bed Crown with wine my mournful head, Pitying and forgiving all Thy transgressions great and small.
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`When wilt thou return and view My loves, and them to life renew? When wilt thou return and live? When wilt thou pity as I forgive?'
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`O'er my sins thou sit and moan: Hast thou no sins of thy own? O'er my sins thou sit and weep, And lull thy own sins fast asleep.
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`What transgressions I commit Are for thy transgressions fit. They thy harlots, thou their slave; And my bed becomes their grave.
Disclaimer. Don't murder anyone in life. Never knew Blake got that dark in his poetry but shit that is a long poetry book.
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Re: Post a poem you like [Re: Barnaby] 1
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A Given
by Rumi
The drum we hear inside us now we may not hear tomorrow.
We have such fear of what comes next. Death. These loves are like pieces of cotton. Throw them in the fire.
Death will be a meeting like that flaring up, a presence you have always wanted to be with.
This body and this universe keep us from being free.
Those of you decorating your cells so beautifully, do you think they won't be torn down?
The eventual demolishing of prisons is a given. Fire-change, disaster-change, you can trust that those will come around to you.
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The Witch-Mother by Charles Swinburne
"O where will ye gang to and where will ye sleep, Against the night begins?" "My bed is made wi' cauld sorrows, My sheets are lined wi' sins.
"And a sair grief sitting at my foot, And a sair grief at my head; And dule to lay me my laigh pillows, And teen till I be dead.
"And the rain is sair upon my face, And sair upon my hair; And the wind upon my weary mouth, That never may man kiss mair. "And the snow upon my heavy lips, That never shall drink nor eat; And shame to cledding, and woe to wedding, And pain to drink and meat.
"But woe be to my bairns' father, And ever ill fare he: He has tane a braw bride hame to him, Cast out my bairns and me."
"And what shall they have to their marriage meat This day they twain are wed?" "Meat of strong crying, salt of sad sighing, And God restore the dead."
"And what shall they have to their wedding wine This day they twain are wed?" "Wine of weeping, and draughts of sleeping, And God raise up the dead."
She's tane her to the wild woodside, Between the flood and fell: She's sought a rede against her need Of the fiend that bides in hell.
She's tane her to the wan burnside, She's wrought wi' sang and spell: She's plighted her soul for doom and dole To the fiend that bides in hell.
She's set her young son to her breast, Her auld son to her knee: Says, "Weel for you the night, bairnies, And weel the morn for me."
She looked fu' lang in their een, sighing, And sair and sair grat she: She has slain her young son at her breast, Her auld son at her knee.
She's sodden their flesh wi' saft water, She's mixed their blood with wine: She's tane her to the braw bride-house, Where a' were boun' to dine.
She poured the red wine in his cup, And his een grew fain to greet: She set the baked meats at his hand, And bade him drink and eat.
Says, "Eat your fill of your flesh, my lord, And drink your fill of your wine; For a' thing's yours and only yours That has been yours and mine."
Says, "Drink your fill of your wine, my lord, And eat your fill of your bread: I would they were quick in my body again, Or I that bare them dead."
He struck her head frae her fair body, And dead for grief he fell: And there were twae mair sangs in heaven, And twae mair sauls in hell.
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Our Lady of Outer Space
by Arlen Riley Wilson
Reach down for the sun, reach down for the stars, reach deeper for the secret places of the body of her the stars adorn. You are lost and found in her embrace. There is nowhere else for you to fall and no escaping from her love for she is black and pulsating source, her million twinkling nipples nurse all life, her jewelled ardent body twines around you always and there is no place to go but home to her
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Beautiful.
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Agape Lodge's Oriflamme, Vol I, No I, Feb 21, 1943
By Jack Parsons
I hight Don Quixote, I live on Peyote,
marihuana, morphine and cocaine.
I never knew sadness but only a madness
that burns at the heart and the brain,
I see each charwoman ecstatic, inhuman,
angelic, demonic, divine,
Each wagon a dragon, each beer mug a flagon
that brims with ambrosial wine.
I went to the city and found it a pity
the devil was playing at hell,
And ten million mortals had entered hell’s portals
and thought they were all doing well.
I said: “See, dear people, on every church steeple
an imp of the devil at play,
See ghouls cut their capers in daily newspapers
and fiends in police courts hold sway;
The mountains are palaces, women are chalices
meant to be supped and not sold,
The desert a banquet hall set for a festival,
ripe for the free and the bold;
The wind and the sky are ours, heaven and all its stars,
waken, and do what you will;
Break with this demon spawn’d hel-inspired nightmare
bond—Magick lies over the hill.”
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They said I was crazy, ambiguous, lazy,
disgusting, fantastic, obscene;
So I hied for my sagebrush and cactus and corn mush,
To see if the air was still clean.
Oh, I hight Don Quixote, I live on peyote,
marihuana, morphine and cocaine,
And may I be twice damned for a bank-clerk or store hand
if I visit the city again.
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Quote:
Early of ages when nothing was. There was neither sand nor sea nor cold waves. The earth was not found nor the sky above. Ginnungagap was there, but grass, nowhere.
(The Sibyl’s Prophecy. 3) Snorri Sturluson. The Prose Edda
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Thokk will weep dry tears at Baldr’s funeral pyre. Alive or dead the old man’s son gave me no joy. Let Hel hold what she has.
Lost Poem
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Mushrooms
Overnight, very Whitely, discreetly, Very quietly
Our toes, our noses Take hold on the loam, Acquire the air.
Nobody sees us, Stops us, betrays us; The small grains make room.
Soft fists insist on Heaving the needles, The leafy bedding,
Even the paving. Our hammers, our rams, Earless and eyeless,
Perfectly voiceless, Widen the crannies, Shoulder through holes. We
Diet on water, On crumbs of shadow, Bland-mannered, asking
Little or nothing. So many of us! So many of us!
We are shelves, we are Tables, we are meek, We are edible,
Nudgers and shovers In spite of ourselves. Our kind multiplies:
We shall by morning Inherit the earth. Our foot's in the door.
-Sylvia Plath
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Barnaby
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Like it when people post on this thread. Reminds me to enjoy poetry again.
Short one. People on the shroomery have the attention span of gnats for the most part.
I Found the Phrase to every thought I ever had, but one
Emily D.
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I, the sage, am the holy one among men. I am Milarepa. I am he who goes his own way; I am he who has counsel for every circumstance; I am the sage who has no fixed abode. I am he who is unaffected whatever befall; I am the alms-seeker who has no food; I am the naked man who has no clothes; I am the beggar who has no possessions. I am he who takes no thought for the morrow; I am he who has no house here nor dwelling there; I am the victor who has known consummation. I am the madman who counts death happiness; I am he who has naught and needs naught.
--from Songs of Milarepa, 12th C. Tibetan sage
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Barnaby
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As you simplify your life, the laws of the universe will be simpler; solitude will not be solitude, poverty will not be poverty, nor weakness weakness. Henry David Thoreau
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He drinks because she scolds, he thinks; She thinks she scolds because he drinks; And neither will admit what's true, That he's a sot and she's a shrew.
--Ogden Nash
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Barnaby
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“The movie will begin in five moments. The mindless voice announced all those unseated will await the next show. We filed slowly, languidly into the hall.
“The auditorium was vast and silent as we were seated and were darkened, the voice continued. The program for this evening is not new. You’ve seen this entertainment through and through. You’ve seen your birth your life and death you might recall all of the rest.
“Did you have a good world when you died? Enough to base a movie on? I’m getting out of here. Where are you going? To the other side of morning.
“Please don’t chase the clouds, pagodas. Her cunt gripped him like a warm, friendly hand. It’s alright, all your friends are here. When can I meet them? After you’ve eaten I’m not hungry. Uh, we meant beaten. Silver stream, silvery scream. Oooooh, impossible concentration.”
Mr. Morrison.
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To-day
by Ambrose Bierce
I saw a man who knelt in prayer, And heard him say: 'I'll lay my inmost spirit bare To-day.
'Lord, for to-morrow and its need I do not pray; Let me upon my neighbor feed To-day.
'Let me my duty duly shirk And run away From any form or phase of work To-day.
'From Thy commands exempted still Let me obey The promptings of my private will To-day.
'Let me no word profane, no lie Unthinking say If anyone is standing by To-day.
'My secret sins and vices grave Let none betray; The scoffer's jeers I do not crave To-day.
'And if to-day my fortune all Should ebb away, Help me on other men's to fall To-day.
'So, for to-morrow and its mite I do not pray; Just give me everything in sight To-day.'
I cried: 'Amen!' He rose and ran Like oil away. I said: 'I've seen an honest man To-day.'
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The Hermit’s Hymn to Solitude
by Aleister Crowley
Mightiest self! Supreme in Self-Contentment! Sole Spirit gyring in its own ellipse; Palpable, formless, infinite presentment Of thine own light in thine own soul’s eclipse! Let thy chaste lips Sweep through the empty aethers guarding thee (As in a fortress girded by the sea The raging winds and wings of air Lift the wild waves and bear Innavigable foam to seaward), bend thee down, Touch, draw me with thy kiss Into thine own deep bliss, Into thy sleep, thy life, thy imperishable crown! Let that young godhead in thine eyes Pierce mine, fulfil me of their secrecies, Thy peace, thy purity, thy soul impenetrably wise.
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There was a young man from Dundee, Who buggered an ape in a tree. The results were most horrid, All ass and no forehead, Three balls and a purple goatee.
--Kurt Vonnegut
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There once was a man from Nantucket Whose dick was so long he could suck it. And he said with a grin As he wiped off his chin, "If my ear were a cunt, I could fuck it."
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Suicide’s Note
The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
- Langston Hughes
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