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Closest to the SELF
Posted by: Satirical (---.nc.res.rr.com)
Date: July 17, 2005 03:58PM

Any body know of some odd poetry that delves in great depths of the self?


Re: Closest to the SELF
Posted by: Satirical (---.nc.res.rr.com)
Date: July 17, 2005 04:01PM

I have one for you

He would answer to "Hi!" or to any loud cry,
Such as "Fry me!" or "Fritter my wig!"
To "What-you-may-call-um!" or "What-was-his-name!"
But especially "Thing-um-a-jig!"

While, for those who preferred a more forcible word,
He had different names from these:
His intimate friends called him "Candle-ends",
And his enemies "Toasted-cheese"

Excerpt from The Hunting of a Snark- Lewis Carroll


Re: Closest to the SELF
Posted by: marian2 (---.range86-130.btcentralplus.com)
Date: July 18, 2005 03:28AM

is this odd enough? I always think he peels himself, like an onion,
.

A HYMN TO GOD THE FATHER.
by John Donne



I.

WILT Thou forgive that sin where I begun,
Which was my sin, though it were done before?
Wilt Thou forgive that sin, through which I run,
And do run still, though still I do deplore?
When Thou hast done, Thou hast not done,
For I have more.


II.

Wilt Thou forgive that sin which I have won
Others to sin, and made my sin their door?
Wilt Thou forgive that sin which I did shun
A year or two, but wallowed in a score?
When Thou hast done, Thou hast not done,
For I have more.


III.

I have a sin of fear, that when I have spun
My last thread, I shall perish on the shore ;
But swear by Thyself, that at my death Thy Son
Shall shine as he shines now, and heretofore ;
And having done that, Thou hast done ;
I fear no more.


Re: Closest to the SELF
Posted by: Talia (---.ply.kconline.com)
Date: July 18, 2005 08:53AM

Mad Girl's Love Song
by Sylvia Plath

"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"


Re: Closest to the SELF
Posted by: PandoraBlue (---.hsd1.wa.comcast.net)
Date: July 20, 2005 03:49PM

yeah I write odd poetry...as I have never taken any class on how to write it properly....

anyways...


"The power to be
Is the power to deceive
The strength to lie
Is the strength to believe
Faith in dreams
And nothing else
No one there
But the Self."




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