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[flame99]

I can't help but notice that there isn't really another thread devoted to poetry in general on the forums. Sure, there's some DF Poetry threads on the higher boards, but nothing less focused. Hence, I've decided to create this thread, for discussion about poetry, poetry that you've written, and poems and poets you'd like to recommend. In other words, just about anything with "Poe-" in it.

So, to start things off, I wrote an honestly pretty bad poem after a bit of a Lovecraft marathon and a bit of free time in class.

Spoiler: Where the World Ends (click to show/hide)

Meet me there
Where everything fades
Into distant gray shades
And pay the fare.

Where the world ends,
Where we'll be free;
Where we can hear the banshees,
Where everything comes tumbling down.

So see the eternal Void,
Bask in the unending madness
Emenating from the blackness,
And find your mind devoid.

Meet me there,
Where Darkness claims all,
And we'll watch the god's fall,
And pay the fare.

Where the world ends;
Where we'll all die,
Where we'll find Eternity,
Where our pain will be unending;

Where the world ends;
Meet me there.

Meet me there.

~Zavier Yohe

Don't bother trying to analyze that, by the way; I'm not even sure what I intended the meaning to be, nor whether I intended for there to be a deeper meaning or not.

[IndigoFenix]

The poem that inspired my name.  Or maybe it was the other way around, I can't remember.

Spoiler: Phoenix (click to show/hide)

A brazen heart outstretched, destroyed
By longing to break free
Sun’s glory burns the crying voice
Life sinks beneath the sea.

As the silver thread unwinds, might it
Be sewn to mend the seams
Of tears, and dry the tears released
By burned and broken dreams?

And golden song bursts from the throat
As shining wings extend
New hope from burned out ashes
New beginning from the end.

[T-Mick]

I LOVE Hilaire Belloc. His prose has its high points(The Path to Rome, in particular, is genius, though most of his novels bore), and he may have been the greatest Edwardian essayist, but poetry is where he really shines.

The Pelagian Drinking Song is good fun, particularly for the image of an aged Arch-Bishop whacking people with his staff.

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Pelagius lived at Kardanoel
And taught a doctrine there
How, whether you went to heaven or to hell
It was your own affair.
It had nothing to do with the Church, my boy,
But was your own affair.

No, he didn't believe
In Adam and Eve
He put no faith therein!
His doubts began
With the Fall of Man
And he laughed at Original Sin.
With my row-ti-tow
Ti-oodly-ow
He laughed at original sin.

Then came the bishop of old Auxerre
Germanus was his name
He tore great handfuls out of his hair
And he called Pelagius shame.
And with his stout Episcopal staff
So thoroughly whacked and banged
The heretics all, both short and tall --
They rather had been hanged.

Oh he whacked them hard, and he banged them long
Upon each and all occasions
Till they bellowed in chorus, loud and strong
Their orthodox persuasions.
With my row-ti-tow
Ti-oodly-ow
Their orthodox persuasions.

Now the faith is old and the Devil bold
Exceedingly bold indeed.
And the masses of doubt that are floating about
Would smother a mortal creed.
But we that sit in a sturdy youth
And still can drink strong ale
Let us put it away to infallible truth
That always shall prevail.

And thank the Lord
For the temporal sword
And howling heretics too.
And all good things
Our Christendom brings
But especially barley brew!
With my row-ti-tow
Ti-oodly-ow
Especially barley brew!

"An Authors Hope"

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

When I am dead, I hope it may be said:
‘His sins were scarlet, but his books were read.’

And of course, "May All My Enemies Go To Hell", which is a Christmas Carol.

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Noël! Noël! Noël! Noël!
A Catholic tale have I to tell! And a Christian song have I to sing
While all the bells in Arundel ring.

I pray good beef and I pray good beer
This holy night of all the year,
But I pay detestable drink for them
That give no honour to Bethlehem.

May all good fellows that here agree
Drink Audit Ale in heaven with me
And may all my enemies go to hell!
Noël! Noël! Noël! Noël!
May all my enemies go to hell!
Noël! Noël!