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    • Hella
      Hella last edited by

      I get inspired to write and RP through reading the incredible words of others so I'd love to read some of people's favourite poetry, if they'd care to share.

      I read Hymn for the Hurting by Amanda Gorman today and fell in love with the poignant urgency of her words.

      Hymn for the Hurting
      by Amanda Gorman

      Everything hurts,
      Our hearts shadowed and strange,
      Minds made muddied and mute.
      We carry tragedy, terrifying and true.
      And yet none of it is new;
      We knew it as home,
      As horror,
      As heritage.
      Even our children
      Cannot be children,
      Cannot be.

      Everything hurts.
      It’s a hard time to be alive,
      And even harder to stay that way.
      We’re burdened to live out these days,
      While at the same time, blessed to outlive them.

      This alarm is how we know
      We must be altered —
      That we must differ or die,
      That we must triumph or try.
      Thus while hate cannot be terminated,
      It can be transformed
      Into a love that lets us live.

      May we not just grieve, but give:
      May we not just ache, but act;
      May our signed right to bear arms
      Never blind our sight from shared harm;
      May we choose our children over chaos.
      May another innocent never be lost.

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        hobos @Hella last edited by

        @Hella

        My favorite poet is my sister and I don't feel safe about posting her privately-shared poems publicly, but... my second favorite poet these days is Mary Oliver, and this is one of my favorite poems of hers.

        Making the House Ready for the Lord

        Dear Lord, I have swept and I have washed but
        still nothing is as shining as it should be
        for you. Under the sink, for example, is an
        uproar of mice — it is the season of their
        many children. What shall I do? And under the eaves
        and through the walls the squirrels
        have gnawed their ragged entrances — but it is the season
        when they need shelter, so what shall I do? And
        the raccoon limps into the kitchen and opens the cupboard
        while the dog snores, the cat hugs the pillow;
        what shall I do? Beautiful is the new snow falling
        in the yard and the fox who is staring boldly
        up the path, to the door. And still I believe you will
        come, Lord: you will, when I speak to the fox,
        the sparrow, the lost dog, the shivering sea-goose, know
        that really I am speaking to you whenever I say,
        as I do all morning and afternoon: Come in, Come in.

        • Mary Oliver
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        • Misadventure
          Misadventure last edited by

          I happened across Hollie McNish last year. She has books, but a lot of her work is available in snippets online.

          She writes on being a mother, on expectations of being a woman, on her body and other personal topics.

          I'm still trying to find a poem she did that as I remember it was basically a mother preparing her daughter the rough path to self supporting wisdom she had, and the daughter accepting it and pushing on. Sort of a hopeful generational progress thing.

          I have a waggish sense of humor.

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          • il-volpe
            il-volpe last edited by

            Animals

            Have you forgotten what we were like then
            when we were still first rate
            and the day came fat with an apple in its mouth

            it’s no use worrying about Time
            but we did have a few tricks up our sleeves
            and turned some sharp corners

            the whole pasture looked like our meal
            we didn’t need speedometers
            we could manage cocktails out of ice and water

            I wouldn’t want to be faster
            or greener than now if you were with me O you
            were the best of all my days

            — Frank O’Hara

            "... you'll find the story doesn’t end how you think, and the most important characters aren’t who you expect.” - Penny 40 to Derek, The Magicians S04E07 ‘The Side Effect’

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            • il-volpe
              il-volpe last edited by il-volpe

              "I knelt beside a stream which was manifesting on a polished wooden floor in an apartment above Central Park. A feathered shield was fastened to my left forearm. A feathered helmet was lowered on my head. I was invested with a duty to protect the orphan and the widow. This made me feel so good I climbed on Alexandra's double bed and wept in a general way for the fate of men. Then I followed her into the bathroom. She appeared to turn gold. She stood before me as huge as the guardian of the harbour. How had I ever thought of mastering her? With a hand of chrome and an immense Gauloise cigarette she suggested that I give up and worship her, which I did for ten years. Thus began the obscene silence of my career as a lady's man."

              -- Leonard Cohen

              "... you'll find the story doesn’t end how you think, and the most important characters aren’t who you expect.” - Penny 40 to Derek, The Magicians S04E07 ‘The Side Effect’

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              • il-volpe
                il-volpe last edited by il-volpe

                Somebody reading Ethan Coen's You Want Spooky?

                https://youtu.be/HpL5tGY9Ycs

                "... you'll find the story doesn’t end how you think, and the most important characters aren’t who you expect.” - Penny 40 to Derek, The Magicians S04E07 ‘The Side Effect’

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                • Derp
                  Derp Admin last edited by

                  So not necessarily poetry per se, but I still like the Desiderata. When I'm bummed sometimes I read through it because it just has some feel-good qualities that doesn't necessarily feel like self-help drivel.

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                  Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons.

                  Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even to the dull and the ignorant; they too have their story.

                  Avoid loud and aggressive persons; they are vexatious to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or bitter, for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.

                  Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.

                  Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism.

                  Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment, it is as perennial as the grass.

                  Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth.

                  Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.

                  Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here.

                  And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be. And whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul. With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.

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                  Racism isn't Tinkerbell. It doesn't need you to believe in it for it to exist.

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                  • il-volpe
                    il-volpe last edited by

                    Chris Clarke's Coyote Crossing is amazing.

                    https://web.archive.org/web/20190121200835/http://coyot.es/crossing/2008/07/19/coyote-crossing/

                    "... you'll find the story doesn’t end how you think, and the most important characters aren’t who you expect.” - Penny 40 to Derek, The Magicians S04E07 ‘The Side Effect’

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                    • il-volpe
                      il-volpe last edited by

                      BAZONKA
                      by
                      Spike Milligan

                      Say 'Bazonka' every day
                      That's what my grandma used to say
                      It keeps at bay the Asian Flu'
                      And both your elbows free from glue.
                      So say Bazonka every day
                      That's what my grandma used to say

                      Don't say it if your socks are dry!
                      Or when the sun is in your eye!
                      Never say it in the dark
                      The word you see emits a spark
                      Only say it in the day
                      That's what my grandma used to say

                      Young Tiny Tim took her advice
                      He said it once, he said it twice
                      He said it till the day he died
                      And even after that he tried
                      To say Bazonka! every day
                      Just like my grandma used to say.

                      Now folks around declare it's true
                      That every night at half past two
                      If you'll stand upon your head
                      And shout Bazonka! from your bed
                      You'll hear the word as clear as day
                      Just like my grandma used to say!

                      The end

                      "... you'll find the story doesn’t end how you think, and the most important characters aren’t who you expect.” - Penny 40 to Derek, The Magicians S04E07 ‘The Side Effect’

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                      • Hella
                        Hella last edited by

                        "If" by Rudyard Kipling

                        If you can keep your head when all about you
                        Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
                        If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
                        But make allowance for their doubting too;
                        If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
                        Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
                        Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
                        And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

                        If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
                        If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
                        If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
                        And treat those two impostors just the same;
                        If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
                        Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
                        Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
                        And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

                        If you can make one heap of all your winnings
                        And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
                        And lose, and start again at your beginnings
                        And never breathe a word about your loss;
                        If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
                        To serve your turn long after they are gone,
                        And so hold on when there is nothing in you
                        Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

                        If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
                        Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
                        If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
                        If all men count with you, but none too much;
                        If you can fill the unforgiving minute
                        With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
                        Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
                        And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

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                        • il-volpe
                          il-volpe last edited by il-volpe

                          By Fleda Brown

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                          "... you'll find the story doesn’t end how you think, and the most important characters aren’t who you expect.” - Penny 40 to Derek, The Magicians S04E07 ‘The Side Effect’

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                          • il-volpe
                            il-volpe last edited by il-volpe

                            As Into The Garden Elizabeth Ran
                            by A. E. Housman

                            As into the garden Elizabeth ran,
                            Pursued by the just indignation of Ann,
                            she trod on an object that lay in her road,
                            She trod on an object that looked like a toad.

                            It looked like a toad, and it looked so because
                            A toad was the actual object it was;
                            And after supporting Elizabeth's tread
                            It looked like a toad that was visibly dead.

                            Elizabeth, leaving her footprint behind,
                            Continued her flight on the wings of the wind,
                            And Ann in her anger was heard to arrive
                            At the toad that was not any longer alive.

                            She was heard to arrive, for the firmament rang
                            With the sound of a scream and the noise of a bang,
                            As her breath on the breezes she broadly bestowed
                            And fainted away on Elizabeth's toad.

                            Elizabeth, saved by the soul of her boot,
                            Escaped her insensible sister's pursuit;
                            And if ever hereafter she irritates Ann,
                            She will tread on a toad if she possibly can.

                            "... you'll find the story doesn’t end how you think, and the most important characters aren’t who you expect.” - Penny 40 to Derek, The Magicians S04E07 ‘The Side Effect’

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