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  • Rookie Josh Breson (8/4/2008 2:16:00 AM) Post reply
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    hey i was wondering if anyone could tell me if they know about a poem that is from the perspective of a vietnam vet when people started recgonising them as heros?

  • Rookie Ann Mcdermott (7/29/2008 11:25:00 AM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

    looking for the lyrics to a poem about aging...
    ' the sword of Charlemagne the just, is ferric oxide known as rust
    .... great Ceaser's bust is on the shelf, and I don't feel so well, myself'
    can you help find the title/poet? thanks

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    • Rookie Ann Mcdermott (8/9/2008 5:11:00 PM) Post reply

      thank you! that was quick! just what I needed. :)

    • Rookie Laura Burns (7/29/2008 8:20:00 PM) Post reply

      ON THE VANITY OF EARTHLY GREATNESS The tusks which clashed in mighty brawls Of mastodons, are billiard balls. The sword of Charlemagne the Just Is Ferric Oxide, known as rust. The grizzly ... more

  • Rookie xxxxx xxx (7/27/2008 7:01:00 AM) Post reply

    hey i have new poetry on my page feel free to check them out, comment or rate them if you wish


    Uthman Ibn Aziz

  • Rookie Chase Masters (7/25/2008 9:30:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    A friend of my mother is looking for a poem that she only remembers a few lines to. It was a favorite of her niece when she was little. If anyone can help me out, it'd be appreciated!

    Here are the few lines we know:

    Jonathan Preble age three
    Has a lamb for company
    Carved of marble smooth and white

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  • Rookie Stephen West (7/22/2008 8:31:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Does every one get verbal dire rush when they first join this site?

    Years ago I taught adult literacy at night classes.
    Wonderful, because all the students REALLY WANTED to be there.
    One of their favourite poems was this little ditty used to demonstrate pronunciation.

    There's a man in our village
    Who lives in a little cottage
    He grows some beans and cabbage
    And rides a donkey carriage

    He used to work at Dulwich
    A porter in the college
    He'd carry up the luggage
    And carry out the garbage

    He never thought of marriage
    And now he's in his dotage
    He sits outside his cottage
    And wonders how he'll manage

    And the favourite hand writing verse-

    Snail upon the wall, have you anything at all to tell about your shell?
    Only this, my child. When the wind is wild or the sun is hot: it's all I've got.

    Any ideas on their origins?

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  • Rookie Stephen West (7/19/2008 5:36:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    There is a poem once used as part of a film script (I think)
    The last line is repeated twice
    We have come through.
    We will come through.
    Any ideas please?

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    • Rookie Avery Brown (6/24/2009 1:28:00 AM) Post reply

      This is a bit of a long shot but could it have been....? 'I will come back, come back to you.' If so, the film was 'Breaker Morant' starring Edward Woodward. The true story of an Australian soldier ... more

  • Rookie Bernadette Jay (7/18/2008 6:53:00 PM) Post reply

    hi, im new. if anyone could be of help. id appreciate it so much. ive been trying to look for a poem that had something like this....a leaf, once so green is now tattered and torn, tossed by wind......it talks about courage and hope...and not giving up....

    thank you so much...

  • Rookie Gary James Smith (7/18/2008 10:10:00 AM) Post reply

    Actually my wife has been looking for a poem for years which she heard read at a baby shower with the line in it, 'This too shall pass! ' Does anyone out there know where to find this poem. She would love to have the poem as she quotes this line to many new mothers after herself raising ten children, who are all grown now. Thank you

  • Rookie Mark Stalnaker (7/17/2008 1:50:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    My name is Mark Stalnaker, I have been browsing and enjoying your site!

    I live in North Carolina (USA) , and the summers here often are hot and terribly humid. I have noticed, over the last few years, that this time of year leads me to be sad, wistful, etc. It feels as if each long day might never end. I had similar feelings when quite young—looking down the street as the sun was slowly sinking and thinking, “what am I doing here? ” Sort of like “ontological shock” or “angst.” As if all of the meaning might drain from life.

    In any case, I wonder if you know of poems that might touch on such issues?


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    • Rookie Stephen West (7/20/2008 11:35:00 AM) Post reply

      Thee Dog Night or similar did a number in the sixties which started, , , , Hot town Summer in the city Back of my neck getting pretty sticky...... or similar. Also browse Rudyard Kipling for tro ... more

  • Rookie Stephen West (7/16/2008 2:39:00 PM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

    Three items for which I need info please. So I can sleep at night.
    A poem by DH Lawrence the last line being something like
    'The old have only lies to tell......
    A music hall comic song called 'The Physician' wherein a woman laments how her medic loved all the bits of her body but, as the last line declares,
    'But he never said he loved me'.
    A poem called 'Potephars Wife' wherein Joseph sits in his dotage with his memories, recalls his master's woman and her seductive ways.The last line is 'Oh Lord what a fool I was'.
    Help Please. I would do the same for you!

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    • Rookie Laura Burns (11/3/2008 7:20:00 PM) Post reply

      The Physician by Cole Porter. I posted the whole thing earlier but accidentally deleted it. But Stephen West has seen it and others can Google it.

    • Rookie Laura Burns (7/17/2008 1:58:00 PM) Post reply

      The only 'Potiphar's Wife' I know of is the one by Edwin Arnold, but it does not match your description. You can find it at: http: //dev.hil.unb.ca/Texts/EPD/UNB/view-works.cgi? c=arnoldsi.1448&pos= ... more

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