Looking For A Poem
(9/15/2013 12:48:00 AM)
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Hi. My Gran (90 yrs) remembers learning this part of a poem, she thinks the author was Allan Paton, or Allan Junior, please help. Gran can remember the following: some men thank God for the day that is done, but I thank him rather for one begun, for the chance to live as I know I should, and with his good grace as I know I could. So I face the world each morn anew, glad of the work I have to do. The work that tests and trains and try's what manner of spirit within me lies. The work that shows to the men I meet the man I shall be at the Judgement seat.
(9/12/2013 7:19:00 AM)
I'm looking for a poem I studied a few years ago. I can't remember specific lines, nor title nor author, but the poem was centered around a library, possibly after the end of the world, I think there was mention of humans having left earth, and it was about the decay of the books and how it was being forgotten. Any ideas?
(9/10/2013 8:24:00 PM)
Looking for a poem my Grandfather recited to me many years ago - can't recall verse, structure or author, only a vague outline of the content. A big ask I know, but I have tried typing the general premise in to various search engines without any success, so I come to this community on my knees. Please help!
The poem is about a young boy excited to be given a slingshot or air rifle, he then takes it outside and kills a sparrow. The big line is something about him wounding his own heart with the weapon. Will be very thankful to whoever can figure this out.
(9/10/2013 5:10:00 AM)
I wish an angel descend the sky
To save my juvenile body
From the yab of these beasts
Who played hide and seek
With my pride
Will i again ever have my say
In the midst of my peers
When i no more can lay claim
On my chastity with a swear?
How long will this memory last
Feasting on my joys, forever?
Forever?Let me die
Than live with this 'beast mark'
Mounted on my brow
You beast better take my life
As you do to my virginity
I can't stand stinking gobs
Spitting venom on my face
Knowing that i am a deflowered girl
A symbol of dilemma
Come ease my pains
(9/10/2013 12:35:00 AM)
I'm trying to find a copy of a children's poem by Rupert Loydell called " If you were made of chocolate" . I managed to find a version on the internet, but only 5 of the 6 stanzas, will the final stanza missing. I know it can be found in Loydell's book of poems called " The Fantasy Kid" , and in a collection of children's poems called " Sensational: Poems chosen by Roger McGough" , but unfortunately I can't find copies of either book where I'm based.
Any help would be much appreciated. Thanks loads!
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(9/6/2013 7:03:00 PM)
I'm looking for an anonymously written poem (or at least I believe I remember reading that its author was anonymous when I had it) . The only lines I remember are something to the effect of:
You are not where you are,
You're where you're getting to,
And I'd like to get there too.
I believe those to be the closing lines of the poem though I can't remember very well.
(9/6/2013 3:05:00 PM)
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The poem is an English poem, from England.
It is an old poem, the setting is the 16th/17th/18th century.
I'm not sure when it was written.
The poem is about a man riding to somewhere north of London.
I had thought it was Edmonton, but I haven't found anything of that name.
The poem is also humorous. It is written in the style of a ballad. I believe Ballad
may actually be in the title itself.
I think the rider may have been called John.
The poem must be quite famous as I studied it at school.
(9/6/2013 5:42:00 AM)
help friends! I am looking for an older poem given to the mother-of-the-groom upon his wedding/shower....basic premise: funny accounting of how you the mother did all the work and the new bride " gets him" help please? Appreciate!
(9/5/2013 3:11:00 PM)
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I am looking for a poem/author i heard yesterday on radio 4 i think it was on womans hour but I'm not sure. The poem had the final line " from the father(dad?) I hardly knew(Know?) "
I know its vague but I'm hoping someone else was listening to the poem and is familiar with the author