Harold Pinter


Harold Pinter Poems

1. Death May Be Ageing 12/29/2015
2. Meeting 12/29/2015
3. After Lunch 12/29/2015
4. God 12/29/2015
5. Poem 12/29/2015
6. He 12/29/2015
7. Laughter 12/29/2015
8. Lust 12/29/2015
9. Weather Forecast 12/29/2015
10. The Old Days 12/29/2015
11. Ghost 12/29/2015
12. To My Wife 12/29/2015
13. Cancer Cells 10/16/2015
14. It Is Here 12/29/2015
15. The Islands of Aran Seen from the Moher Cliffs 12/29/2015
16. Romantic Ireland 12/29/2015
17. God Bless America 12/29/2015
18. The Bombs 12/29/2015
19. Paris 1/14/2014
20. I Saw Len Hutton In His Prime... 1/13/2003
21. The Ventriloquists 1/13/2003
22. I know the place 12/29/2015
23. Don'T Look... 1/13/2003
24. Restaurant 1/13/2003
25. Message 1/13/2003

Comments about Harold Pinter

  • Jaime Lee (7/18/2017 8:42:00 PM)

    I Know the Place... Gives hope. ❤

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  • Christelle S (10/16/2005 5:43:00 PM)

    I have always adored the work of playwright Mr. Harold Pinter,
    the Arthur Miller of the United Kingdom.

    CONGRATUALTIONS on winning the Nobel Prize in Literature
    to this highly talented British and Jewish artist.

  • Nagamuthu Osho (10/14/2005 4:26:00 AM)

    Respected Nobel Laureate,

    I am indeed delighted and felt gratitude to greet the Great Savant, Nobel Laureate for Literature 2005.
    The great feat of Noble Laureate already imbibes as multifarious Poet, Stage producer, Screenwriter, indulges in peace, is also well known for his strong
    opposition to the war in Iraq.
    It is the rare and pure joy for which all Noble Soul are greeted and granted, bestowed with immaculate worth of eternal Glory.
    The rare Soul shares, showers the unfathomed, unfettered of ken towards the transient World, who harness the hospice of holy harmony to harbor on Earth.

    God Bless you,

    Thanking You,

    Yours cordially,

    N.Karthikeyan Osho

Best Poem of Harold Pinter


Jill. Fred phoned. He can't make tonight.
He said he'd call again, as soon as poss.
I said (on your behalf) OK, no sweat.
He said to tell you he was fine,
Only the crap, he said, you know, it sticks,
The crap you have to fight.
You're sometimes nothing but a walking shithouse.

I was well acquainted with the pong myself,
I told him, and I counselled calm.
Don't let the fuckers get you down,
Take the lid off the kettle a couple of minutes,
Go on the town, burn someone to death,
Find another tart, giver her some hammer,
Live while you're young, until it ...

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Cancer Cells

'Cancer cells are those which have forgotten how to die' - nurse, Royal Marsden hospital

They have forgotten how to die
And so extend their killing life.
I and my tumour dearly fight.
Let's hope a double death is out.
I need to see my tumour dead
A tumour which forgets to die
But plans to murder me instead.

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