Poem of the day

[font=Verdana]If you don't like how this site is run appeal in private messages, or on your own threads, or go somewhere else. No one's forcing you to stay here Ray. There's no censorship. All you have to do is edit your post with "message deleted" where the original content was. If you break the rules of one thread expect to have your post deleted, but also be welcome to publish that post on your own thread.

[font=Verdana]As I don't have the strength to keep fighting with Ray I've decided to discontinue this thread. Thanks to everyone who submitted. Here are the recommended poems I didn't get to publish:
recommeded by violet
Bluebird by Charles Bukowski
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I'm not going
to let anybody see
you.
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pour whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
he's
in there.
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say,
stay down, do you want to mess
me up?
you want to screw up the
works?
you want to blow my book sales in
Europe?
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody's asleep.
I say, I know that you're there,
so don't be
sad.
then I put him back,
but he's singing a little
in there, I haven't quite let him
die
and we sleep together like
that
with our
secret pact
and it's nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don't
weep, do
you?
recommended by autumn_018
Anchor Baby by Tim Burton
There was a beautiful girl
who came from the sea.
And there was just one place
that she wanted to be.
With a man named Walker
who played in a band.
She would leave the ocean
and come onto the land.
He was the one that she wanted the most.
And she tried everything
to capture this ghost.
But throughout all their lives
they never connected.
She wandered the earth
alone and rejected
She tried looking happy
she tried looking tragic,
she tried astral projecting,
sex, and black magic.
Nothing could join them,
except maybe one thing,
just maybe...
something to anchor their spirits....
They had a baby.
But to give birth to a baby
they needed a crane.
the umbilical cord
was in the form of a chain.
I t was ugly and gloomy,
and as hard as a kettle.
It had no pink skin,
just heavy gray metal.
The baby that was meant to bring them together,
just shrouded them both
in a cloud of foul weather.
So Walker took off
to play with the band.
And from that day on,
he stayed mainly on land.
And she was alone
with her gray baby anchor,
who got so oppressive
that eventually sank her.
As she went to the bottom,
not fulfilling her wish,
it was her, and her baby ...
and a few scattered fish.
recommended by Levi The Forgotten (siphondarkness)
The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
recommeded by violet
Bluebird by Charles Bukowski
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I'm not going
to let anybody see
you.
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pour whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
he's
in there.
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say,
stay down, do you want to mess
me up?
you want to screw up the
works?
you want to blow my book sales in
Europe?
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody's asleep.
I say, I know that you're there,
so don't be
sad.
then I put him back,
but he's singing a little
in there, I haven't quite let him
die
and we sleep together like
that
with our
secret pact
and it's nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don't
weep, do
you?
recommended by autumn_018
Anchor Baby by Tim Burton
There was a beautiful girl
who came from the sea.
And there was just one place
that she wanted to be.
With a man named Walker
who played in a band.
She would leave the ocean
and come onto the land.
He was the one that she wanted the most.
And she tried everything
to capture this ghost.
But throughout all their lives
they never connected.
She wandered the earth
alone and rejected
She tried looking happy
she tried looking tragic,
she tried astral projecting,
sex, and black magic.
Nothing could join them,
except maybe one thing,
just maybe...
something to anchor their spirits....
They had a baby.
But to give birth to a baby
they needed a crane.
the umbilical cord
was in the form of a chain.
I t was ugly and gloomy,
and as hard as a kettle.
It had no pink skin,
just heavy gray metal.
The baby that was meant to bring them together,
just shrouded them both
in a cloud of foul weather.
So Walker took off
to play with the band.
And from that day on,
he stayed mainly on land.
And she was alone
with her gray baby anchor,
who got so oppressive
that eventually sank her.
As she went to the bottom,
not fulfilling her wish,
it was her, and her baby ...
and a few scattered fish.
recommended by Levi The Forgotten (siphondarkness)
The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

I'm sorry, but this is just a fucking comedy.
High Five, Ray.
High Five, Ray.

I agree with Violet. Ray should of just let it be. Jack didn't do anything to deserve Ray being obnoxious.
[font=Courier New][size=2] Yes, the original screw-up WAS mine: I posted a favorite poem without
reading Jack's instructions for his thread. I was too impulsive and in
too much of a hurry and I screwed up.
What should have happened was for Jack to make a post on the thread
telling me I wasn't following the instructions. I would have seen this,
and I would have deleted my post... OF COURSE I CAN'T CAUSE I DON'T
HAVE A FUCKING DELETE BUTTON! (Insert 1000 word rant about having our
DELETE BUTTON taken away here).
What did happen was that Jack used his SUPERVISOR'S DELETE BUTTON to
delete my mistaken post without telling me.
My feeling is that a SUPERVISOR'S DELETE BUTTON should only be used in
extreme circumstances such as someone making personal threats against
another member, someone posting zillions of posts to block the rest of
us, or someone posting spam.
A regular member (even an irritating one like me) should be asked first
and given a chance to correct her/his mistake.
So I got pissed at Jack and got, I admit, carried away.
Sure, it was fun, but yes, I should have acted more diplomatically.
Jack's idea for a thread like this is fine with me. I'd like to see him
start another one fresh. But that's up to him. If he does I promise to
obey the instructions.
But (you knew this was coming): I'd like Jack to start using his
SUPERVISOR'S DELETE BUTTON in a more responsible way (the way,
I might add, that the Webmiz has always used it).
As Peter Parker says in the movie Spider-Man (2002): "Whatever life
holds in store for me, I will never forget these words: 'With great
power comes great responsibility.' This is my gift, my curse. Who am I?
I'm Spider-man."
P.S.
Miss_Sub wasn't acting obnoxiously, she was providing a critical appraisal
of the ever famous "Jack and Ray Comedy Duo". (You gotta admit, we ARE good :)
reading Jack's instructions for his thread. I was too impulsive and in
too much of a hurry and I screwed up.
What should have happened was for Jack to make a post on the thread
telling me I wasn't following the instructions. I would have seen this,
and I would have deleted my post... OF COURSE I CAN'T CAUSE I DON'T
HAVE A FUCKING DELETE BUTTON! (Insert 1000 word rant about having our
DELETE BUTTON taken away here).
What did happen was that Jack used his SUPERVISOR'S DELETE BUTTON to
delete my mistaken post without telling me.
My feeling is that a SUPERVISOR'S DELETE BUTTON should only be used in
extreme circumstances such as someone making personal threats against
another member, someone posting zillions of posts to block the rest of
us, or someone posting spam.
A regular member (even an irritating one like me) should be asked first
and given a chance to correct her/his mistake.
So I got pissed at Jack and got, I admit, carried away.
Sure, it was fun, but yes, I should have acted more diplomatically.
Jack's idea for a thread like this is fine with me. I'd like to see him
start another one fresh. But that's up to him. If he does I promise to
obey the instructions.
But (you knew this was coming): I'd like Jack to start using his
SUPERVISOR'S DELETE BUTTON in a more responsible way (the way,
I might add, that the Webmiz has always used it).
As Peter Parker says in the movie Spider-Man (2002): "Whatever life
holds in store for me, I will never forget these words: 'With great
power comes great responsibility.' This is my gift, my curse. Who am I?
I'm Spider-man."
P.S.
Miss_Sub wasn't acting obnoxiously, she was providing a critical appraisal
of the ever famous "Jack and Ray Comedy Duo". (You gotta admit, we ARE good :)
Oh bother. Allow me to disagree (diplomatically) about the deletion of you're post. In Jacks position, I'd have done the same in order to spare the person of any embarrassment he/she may have felt for being publicly corrected.
Very noble way to deal with it, imo.
Very noble way to deal with it, imo.
violet said: "...I'd have done the same..."
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Actually, you couldn't have cause you don't have a SUPERVISOR'S DELETE BUTTON.
You'd have done what anyone else here would have done: you'd have told me I
hadn't read the directions and that I should "straighten up and fly right".
P.S. If I could be embarrassed, I'd have died years ago.
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Actually, you couldn't have cause you don't have a SUPERVISOR'S DELETE BUTTON.
You'd have done what anyone else here would have done: you'd have told me I
hadn't read the directions and that I should "straighten up and fly right".
P.S. If I could be embarrassed, I'd have died years ago.
[font=Courier New][size=2] And speaking of the famous "Jack and Ray Comedy Duo";
I think this is one of our best (skip to middle of first page):
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/forum/poetry/read/173/
Warning: Only for really serious masochists.
I think this is one of our best (skip to middle of first page):
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/forum/poetry/read/173/
Warning: Only for really serious masochists.
They Are Also the Children of the Earth by Mazisi Kunene (b. 12 May 1930, d. 11 August 2006)
Cursed shall be the one whose passage in this world
Evades humaneness, engenders greed and hoarding
Cursed is he wallowing alone in caskets of wealth and
Counting rosary beads of accumulated cars
To be human is to humbly cherish the sweat of your toil
In measured style of decency and appreciation
To be human is to consider the plight of the needy
As they also are children of the earth
Yes, men and women of this blessed land
Cursed shall be the one whose passage in this world
Evades humaneness, engenders greed and hoarding
Cursed is he wallowing alone in caskets of wealth and
Counting rosary beads of accumulated cars
To be human is to humbly cherish the sweat of your toil
In measured style of decency and appreciation
To be human is to consider the plight of the needy
As they also are children of the earth
Yes, men and women of this blessed land
Casted_Runes said:They Are Also the Children of the Earth by Mazisi Kunene (b. 12 May 1930, d. 11 August 2006)
Cursed shall be the one whose passage in this world
Evades humaneness, engenders greed and hoarding
Cursed is he wallowing alone in caskets of wealth and
Counting rosary beads of accumulated cars
To be human is to humbly cherish the sweat of your toil
In measured style of decency and appreciation
To be human is to consider the plight of the needy
As they also are children of the earth
Yes, men and women of this blessed land
Mind Blown!
Those two above "Ray & Jack" while funny knew nothing of the future..
Here now 2022 and a Casted Runes (British) reads Al (South African) some top notch Zulu poetry. I am extremely impressed. More so by the choice of anti apartheid literature.
Was it already translated when you recieved it or did you do that?
Golden find... stellar guy...golden find!
Cursed shall be the one whose passage in this world
Evades humaneness, engenders greed and hoarding
Cursed is he wallowing alone in caskets of wealth and
Counting rosary beads of accumulated cars
To be human is to humbly cherish the sweat of your toil
In measured style of decency and appreciation
To be human is to consider the plight of the needy
As they also are children of the earth
Yes, men and women of this blessed land
Mind Blown!
Those two above "Ray & Jack" while funny knew nothing of the future..
Here now 2022 and a Casted Runes (British) reads Al (South African) some top notch Zulu poetry. I am extremely impressed. More so by the choice of anti apartheid literature.
Was it already translated when you recieved it or did you do that?
Golden find... stellar guy...golden find!

Holy crap… they’re dragging these threads out of the fkn ark.
FYI… I’m still obnoxious. Thank you and goodnight!! 🤣
FYI… I’m still obnoxious. Thank you and goodnight!! 🤣