Discussion in 'The Book Club' started by BlotBangRub, Aug 10, 2007.

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  2. Always liked Dulce et Decorum est...........the great lie.
    Can remember The Horses, senility robs me of the poets name, want to say Morgan but am not sure.
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  4. Anything by Dorothy Parker.
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  6. B.B.R.

    Try the last verse of Alfred, Lord Tennyson's poem ' Ulysses'.

    Where were you carrying that Glock in SO19..?

    Anyone else reading this - check out the verse above.. Last line of the poem is on Scott's memorial near the Pole.

    I need say no more..
  7. Gremlin

    Gremlin LE Good Egg (charities)

  8. Can anyone paste in the verse I mentioned above into this thread. I'm not a hot shot on the internet. I think it's worth adding, if only to prevent a lot of research by fellow Arrse readers.

    It's pretty stirring stuff.
  9. Another classic from Spike:

    Silly Old Baboon - Spike Milligan
    There was a Baboon
    Who one afternoon
    said 'I think I will fly to the sun'
    So with two great palms,
    strapped to his arms,
    He started his take-off run.

    Mile after mile,
    he galloped in style,
    but never once left the ground,
    'You're running too slow',
    Said a passing crow,
    'try reaching the speed of sound'.

    So he put on a spurt,
    By god how it hurt,
    The soles of his feet caught fire,
    There were great clouds of steam,
    As he raced through a stream,
    But he still didn't get any higher.

    Racing on through the night,
    Both his knees caught alight,
    And smoke billowed out from his rear,
    Quick to his aid
    Came the fire brigade
    Who chased him for over a year,

    Many moons passed by,
    Did Baboon ever fly?
    Did he ever get to the sun?
    I've just heard today,
    That he's well on his way,
    He'll be passing through Acton at one.
  10. We have some things in common then BBR poetry and;

    On the point - muffs and glasses.. look to your front..
  11. Here's another one then. The last line of the, ' Rime of the Ancient Mariner '.

    He went like one that hath been stunned,
    And is of sense forlorn:
    A sadder and a wiser man,
    He rose the morrow morn.

    Could apply to any discipline board, relationship, the consequences of any serious drinking offences, or involuntary transfer.. Blah..!
  12. Yonder moons ago when I was in High School, I had the incredible fortune to happen upon Maya Angelou and her work, one of her poems in particular means an incredible amount to me, and I imagine I shall doubtless call on it during my career many a time:

    Still I Rise:

    You may write me down in history
    With your bitter, twisted lies,
    You may trod me in the very dirt
    But still, like dust, I'll rise.

    Does my sassiness upset you?
    Why are you beset with gloom?
    'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
    Pumping in my living room.

    Just like moons and like suns,
    With the certainty of tides,
    Just like hopes springing high,
    Still I'll rise.

    Did you want to see me broken?
    Bowed head and lowered eyes?
    Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
    Weakened by my soulful cries.

    Does my haughtiness offend you?
    Don't you take it awful hard
    'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
    Diggin' in my own back yard.

    You may shoot me with your words,
    You may cut me with your eyes,
    You may kill me with your hatefulness,
    But still, like air, I'll rise.

    Does my sexiness upset you?
    Does it come as a surprise
    That I dance like I've got diamonds
    At the meeting of my thighs?

    Out of the huts of history's shame
    I rise
    Up from a past that's rooted in pain
    I rise
    I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
    Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
    Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
    I rise
    Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
    I rise
    Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
    I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
    I rise
    I rise
    I rise.

    This one always stuck with me, even features in my sigs everywhere I am on tinterweb.