POETRY

[Grumpy Cat]

I had a non-religious English professor in college who had this poem by Gerard Manley Hopkins memorized:

God's Grandeur by Gerard Manley Hopkins : The Poetry Foundation

The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
And wears man's smudge and shares man's smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.

And for all this, nature is never spent;
There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs —
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.

Poetry isn't easy for me to understand, but I went online and read the meaning of this poem.
Very beautiful.

 

[Sparticus]

"My Humps"

What you gon' do with all that junk?

All that junk inside your trunk?

I'ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,

Get you love drunk off my hump.

My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,

My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely little lumps (Check it out)



I drive these brothers crazy,

I do it on the daily,

They treat me really nicely,

They buy me all these ices.

Dolce & Gabbana,

Fendi and that Donna

Karan, they be sharin'

All their money got me wearin' fly

Brother I ain't askin,

They say they love my ass ‘n,

Seven Jeans, True Religion's,

I say no, but they keep givin'

So I keep on takin'

And no I ain't taken

We can keep on datin'

I keep on demonstrating.



My love (love), my love, my love, my love (love)

You love my lady lumps (love),

My hump, my hump, my hump (love),

My humps they got you,



She's got me spending.

(Oh) Spendin' all your money on me and spending time on me.

She's got me spendin'.

(Oh) Spendin' all your money on me, up on me, on me



What you gon' do with all that junk?

All that junk inside that trunk?

I'ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,

Get you love drunk off my hump.

What you gon' do with all that ass?

All that ass inside them jeans?

I'm a make, make, make, make you scream

Make you scream, make you scream.

Cos of my hump (ha), my hump, my hump, my hump (what).

My hump, my hump, my hump (ha), my lovely lady lumps (Check it out)



I met a girl down at the disco.

She said hey, hey, hey yea let's go.

I could be your baby, you can be my honey

Let's spend time not money.

I mix your milk wit my cocoa puff,

Milky, milky cocoa,

Mix your milk with my cocoa puff, milky, milky riiiiiiight.



They say I'm really sexy,

The boys they wanna sex me.

They always standing next to me,

Always dancing next to me,

Tryin' a feel my hump, hump.

Lookin' at my lump, lump.

You can look but you can't touch it,

If you touch it I'ma start some drama,

You don't want no drama,

No, no drama, no, no, no, no drama

So don't pull on my hand boy,

You ain't my man, boy,

I'm just tryn'a dance boy,

And move my hump.



My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,

My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump.

My lovely lady lumps (lumps)

My lovely lady lumps (lumps)

My lovely lady lumps (lumps)

In the back and in the front (lumps)

My lovin' got you,



She's got me spendin'.

(Oh) Spendin' all your money on me and spending time on me.

She's got me spendin'.

(Oh) Spendin' all your money on me, up on me, on me.



What you gon' do with all that junk?

All that junk inside that trunk?

I'ma get, get, get, get you drunk,

Get you love drunk off my hump.

What you gon' do with all that ass?

All that ass inside them jeans?

I'ma make, make, make, make you scream

Make you scream, make you scream.

What you gon' do with all that junk?

All that junk inside that trunk?

I'ma get, get, get, get you drunk,

Get you love drunk off this hump.

What you gon' do wit all that breast?

All that breast inside that shirt?

I'ma make, make, make, make you work

Make you work, work, make you work.



(A-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha) [x4]



She's got me spendin'.

(Oh) Spendin' all your money on me and spendin' time on me

She's got me spendin'.

(Oh) Spendin' all your money on me, up on me, on me.



So real [x17]

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BLACK EYED PEAS

 

[Wintertime]

LOL. Well played, Spartacus.

 

[donkey_kebab]

Genius

 

[Sev]

I guess, it might not be directly classified as a poem, but I think it would be close

 

[donkey_kebab]

One of my all-time favourites...


The Stolen Child

W. B. Yeats, 1865 - 1939



Where dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water rats;
There we've hid our faery vats,
Full of berrys
And of reddest stolen cherries.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim gray sands with light,
Far off by furthest Rosses
We foot it all the night,
Weaving olden dances
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight;
To and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubbles,
While the world is full of troubles
And anxious in its sleep.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wandering water gushes
From the hills above Glen-Car,
In pools among the rushes
That scarce could bathe a star,
We seek for slumbering trout
And whispering in their ears
Give them unquiet dreams;
Leaning softly out
From ferns that drop their tears
Over the young streams.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Away with us he's going,
The solemn-eyed:
He'll hear no more the lowing
Of the calves on the warm hillside
Or the kettle on the hob
Sing peace into his breast,
Or see the brown mice bob
Round and round the oatmeal chest.
For he comes, the human child,
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than he can understand.




Beautiful interpretation here...

 

[Andygriffith3351]

Perfection
© Sophia
I look at you and see perfection
I look in the mirror and see the opposite.

I see what you do and know you will succeed
I know what I do and I will fail forever

I watch how they look at you and I see pride
They look at me and I get disappointment.

I hear how they talk to us
Lectures for me, praise for you.

You were always better at everything
I could never hate you, but jealous? I am.

I know that I burden everybody I know

Everybody loves you
They all hate me.

You say you aren't perfection
But I know those words have no meaning

 

[Jasmine]

when profit wasn't enough,
they needed total control,
thats when they marketed and sold
the teenager's soul~
Micheal t. Coe

 

[gonzerd]

Howl - Allen Ginsberg

 

[Evy the Owl]

I sometimes feel as if
I'm scared of the world
-of society-, with it's
unwritten expectations
being able to to talk
mindless words into
clear blue skies
which have been painted
by people who also lie

lie in fields of gold
with its' flowers
and representing
the good
has never been
this bad before

Evy.

 

[gonzerd]

"My Humps"

View attachment 9300 View attachment 9301 View attachment 9302 View attachment 9303 View attachment 9304 What you gon' do with all that junk?

All that junk inside your trunk?

I'ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,

Get you love drunk off my hump.

My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,

My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely little lumps (Check it out)



I drive these brothers crazy,

I do it on the daily,

They treat me really nicely,

They buy me all these ices.

Dolce & Gabbana,

Fendi and that Donna

Karan, they be sharin'

All their money got me wearin' fly

Brother I ain't askin,

They say they love my ass ‘n,

Seven Jeans, True Religion's,

I say no, but they keep givin'

So I keep on takin'

And no I ain't taken

We can keep on datin'

I keep on demonstrating.



My love (love), my love, my love, my love (love)

You love my lady lumps (love),

My hump, my hump, my hump (love),

My humps they got you,



She's got me spending.

(Oh) Spendin' all your money on me and spending time on me.

She's got me spendin'.

(Oh) Spendin' all your money on me, up on me, on me



What you gon' do with all that junk?

All that junk inside that trunk?

I'ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,

Get you love drunk off my hump.

What you gon' do with all that ass?

All that ass inside them jeans?

I'm a make, make, make, make you scream

Make you scream, make you scream.

Cos of my hump (ha), my hump, my hump, my hump (what).

My hump, my hump, my hump (ha), my lovely lady lumps (Check it out)



I met a girl down at the disco.

She said hey, hey, hey yea let's go.

I could be your baby, you can be my honey

Let's spend time not money.

I mix your milk wit my cocoa puff,

Milky, milky cocoa,

Mix your milk with my cocoa puff, milky, milky riiiiiiight.



They say I'm really sexy,

The boys they wanna sex me.

They always standing next to me,

Always dancing next to me,

Tryin' a feel my hump, hump.

Lookin' at my lump, lump.

You can look but you can't touch it,

If you touch it I'ma start some drama,

You don't want no drama,

No, no drama, no, no, no, no drama

So don't pull on my hand boy,

You ain't my man, boy,

I'm just tryn'a dance boy,

And move my hump.



My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,

My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump.

My lovely lady lumps (lumps)

My lovely lady lumps (lumps)

My lovely lady lumps (lumps)

In the back and in the front (lumps)

My lovin' got you,



She's got me spendin'.

(Oh) Spendin' all your money on me and spending time on me.

She's got me spendin'.

(Oh) Spendin' all your money on me, up on me, on me.



What you gon' do with all that junk?

All that junk inside that trunk?

I'ma get, get, get, get you drunk,

Get you love drunk off my hump.

What you gon' do with all that ass?

All that ass inside them jeans?

I'ma make, make, make, make you scream

Make you scream, make you scream.

What you gon' do with all that junk?

All that junk inside that trunk?

I'ma get, get, get, get you drunk,

Get you love drunk off this hump.

What you gon' do wit all that breast?

All that breast inside that shirt?

I'ma make, make, make, make you work

Make you work, work, make you work.



(A-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha) [x4]



She's got me spendin'.

(Oh) Spendin' all your money on me and spendin' time on me

She's got me spendin'.

(Oh) Spendin' all your money on me, up on me, on me.



So real [x17]

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BLACK EYED PEAS

Someone, please make a version of this featuring Quasimodo, the hunchback of the Notre-Dame.

 

[Sev]

Mending Wall
Written by Robert Frost

Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun,
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
The work of hunters is another thing:
I have come after them and made repair
Where they have left not one stone on a stone,
But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,
No one has seen them made or heard them made,
But at spring mending-time we find them there.
I let my neighbor know beyond the hill;
And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we go.
To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
We have to use a spell to make them balance:
'Stay where you are until our backs are turned!'
We wear our fingers rough with handling them.
Oh, just another kind of out-door game,
One on a side. It comes to little more:
There where it is we do not need the wall:
He is all pine and I am apple orchard.
My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, 'Good fences make good neighbors'.
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
'Why do they make good neighbors? Isn't it
Where there are cows?
But here there are no cows.
Before I built a wall I'd ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offence.
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That wants it down.' I could say 'Elves' to him,
But it's not elves exactly, and I'd rather
He said it for himself. I see him there
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me~
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father's saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, "Good fences make good neighbors."

 

[Sparticus]

Or maybe reverse the gender roles? Have a man as the sex symbol...singing and dancing to the tune/words that the woman in the video says?

Someone, please make a version of this featuring Quasimodo, the hunchback of the Notre-Dame.

 

[gonzerd]

Or maybe reverse the gender roles? Have a man as the sex symbol...singing and dancing to the tune/words that the woman in the video says?

Tbh, while just reading the lyrics, I didn't know who would be saying what. There or so many humps. All in all I think the poems lacks clarity.
I've just watched the actual video for the first time and I see what you mean.

Maybe something like this...

(every excuse is good to post some flight of the conchords)

EDIT: changed the video to one with better sound

 

[Sparticus]

Written to my favorite woman on her birthday last year-the woman I dated for many moons....she is my best friend though our relationship is now more friendship than boyfriend-girlfriend:

To the wonderful beautiful
butterfly who gently
brushes against my cheek

May this day + year
Find you fly, fly fly
Beautiful butterfly

Everyday spent with you
Gives me an excellent view
of your heart and gentleness

Thank you for being YOU!

c2013-2014 all rights reserved

 

[Sparticus]

Whatever works....as long as it's funny!!!!!

Tbh, while just reading the lyrics, I didn't know who would be saying what. There or so many humps. All in all I think the poems lacks clarity.
I've just watched the actual video for the first time and I see what you mean.

Maybe something like this...

(every excuse is good to post some flight of the conchords)

 

[Sparticus]

Oh how i wish my audio worked...but Homeland InSecurity? [or a virus] stops my speakers from hearing the singing. Seems very funny! Perhaps your creative mind can create something better. Liked the video you showed! Maybe we should show animated camel humps per this song? Thanks!!!!!!! for your humor.

Tbh, while just reading the lyrics, I didn't know who would be saying what. There or so many humps. All in all I think the poems lacks clarity.
I've just watched the actual video for the first time and I see what you mean.

Maybe something like this...

(every excuse is good to post some flight of the conchords)

 

[gonzerd]

Oh how i wish my audio worked...but Homeland InSecurity? [or a virus] stops my speakers from hearing the singing. Seems very funny! Perhaps your creative mind can create something better. Liked the video you showed! Maybe we should show animated camel humps per this song? Thanks!!!!!!! for your humor.

I changed the video, I noticed the audio in the original version was very low volume.
About a new video, I'm already quite stuck in too many projects for now. But yes, as many types of humps would be good. There's also talk of junk in trunks, so I don't know if this means they have Sid Vicious in the back of the car, or are describing some Indian scrapyard employing elephants as cranes. And then there's a donkey wearing jeans! It's just all over the place.

 

[Sparticus]

You made me laugh about Sid Vicious...

I changed the video, I noticed the audio in the original version was very low volume.
About a new video, I'm already quite stuck in too many projects for now. But yes, as many types of humps would be good. There's also talk of junk in trunks, so I don't know if this means they have Sid Vicious in the back of the car, or are describing some Indian scrapyard employing elephants as cranes. And then there's a donkey wearing jeans! It's just all over the place.

 

[gonzerd]

You made me laugh about Sid Vicious...

Thank you. That was sort of the intention.
Come to think of it, it might just be ok if it were the original video, and then Sid Vicious joined in like this...

Poor Sid. And poor thread. Someone please post some poetry