Any Arbpoets

[jomoco]

Read some of Kipling's stuff mate, you'll catch on.

 

What of the hunting, hunter bold?

Brother, the watch was long and cold.

What of the quarry ye went to kill?

Brother, he crops in the jungle still.

Where is the power that made your pride?

Brother, it ebbs from my flank and side.

Where is the haste that ye hurry by?

Brother, I go to my lair to die!

"Tiger-Tiger!"

 

Jomoco

[miker]

Heard this somewhere years ago

My poodle had a piddle

Till the puddle reached his middle

I used to call my poodle scamp

Now i call him rising damp

[jomoco]

Good stuff mate!

 

Very down to earth verse.

 

Jomoco

[jomoco]

I've been an avid reader of Tolkien's poetry since grade school, like Aragorn's Song.

 

All that is gold does not glitter,

Not all those who wander are lost;

The old that is strong does not wither,

Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

From the ashes a fire shall be woken,

A light from the shadows shall spring;

Renewed shall be blade that was broken,

The crownless again shall be king.[1]

 

Jomoco

[the village idiot]

Roses are red.

My names Dave.

I don't really get poetry.

Microwave.

 

:lol:

[TGB]

Roses are red.

My names Dave.

I don't really get poetry.

Microwave.

 

 

I like it; poetry doesn't have to rhythm and more often than not it does not.