Did you know today is World Poetry Day? – IOTW Report

Did you know today is World Poetry Day?

Saturday, 21 March 2020, 18:30 MJA Uncategorized 48

That’s what today’s BING’s homepage told me:

World Poetry Day is celebrated on 21 March, and was declared by UNESCO in 1999, “with the aim of supporting linguistic diversity through poetic expression and increasing the opportunity for endangered languages to be heard”. Its purpose is to promote the reading, writing, publishing and teaching of poetry throughout the world and

Blah blah blah.

Well? What are you waiting for? Get to poetizin’!

48 Comments on Did you know today is World Poetry Day?

  1. Lets see here,
    “There was an old man from Boston, Who bought himself a new Austin.
    There was room for his ass, and a gallon of gas, but the rest hung out and he lost em.”

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  3. I have two legs from me hips to the ground
    And when I moves ’em they walks around
    And when I lifts ’em they climbs the stairs
    And when I shaves ’em they ain’t got hairs

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  8. I think I shall never see…
    A poem as lovely as this tree…
    Because you can’t pee on a poem…
    And I never get lost in the library…
    Now I’m lost in the woods cuz of that fucking road less traveled…
    My GPS resides in my car…
    I could use a stiff drink at a bar….
    I can find neither..

    I think I might die…drown slowly , In fucking Walden’s pond…

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  13. Bitches and cheese, bitches…..and cheese.
    Kill Seth Rich, get off scott free.

    Oh build me a wall, that’s 30 stories tall
    something outrageous, so when the illegals fall
    they can chat with UNESCO on their iphones last call.

    Bitches and cheese, bitches and cheese
    the meaning of life doesn’t smell like febreeze

    I once saw a man who just didn’t know
    which fuggin’ toilet was for dames or regular joes
    He cried and he moaned and threw a hissy fit
    but no square peg in a circle will fit

    Bitches and cheese it’s not one or the other
    unless you’re a freak who marries her brother.

    BITCHES AND CHEESE, BITCHES AND CHEESE
    KUNG FLU IS A LIE BUT THE T.P. AIN’T FREE

    By Aaron Burr, American Literary Icon

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  17. …I like this one…

    “When the blazing sun hangs low on the western sky
    when the wind dies away on the mountain
    when the song of the meadow lot sings still
    and the sea foams sleeps like a maiden at rest
    and twilight touches the shape of the wondering earth
    and I came home….

    Through the blue shadows and purple woods
    I turn home….

    I turn to the place I was born
    to the mother that bought me
    and the father that taught me
    long ago, long ago
    long ago…

    Alone in this mist wandering world
    yet still when the blazing sun hangs low
    when the wind dies away and the sea foam sleeps
    and twilight touches the wandering earth
    I turn home…”

    “When I Turn Home”, from Spartacus (1960)

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  20. The Gods of the Copybook Headings

    AS I PASS through my incarnations in every age and race,
    I make my proper prostrations to the Gods of the Market Place.
    Peering through reverent fingers I watch them flourish and fall,
    And the Gods of the Copybook Headings, I notice, outlast them all.

    We were living in trees when they met us. They showed us each in turn
    That Water would certainly wet us, as Fire would certainly burn:
    But we found them lacking in Uplift, Vision and Breadth of Mind,
    So we left them to teach the Gorillas while we followed the March of Mankind.

    We moved as the Spirit listed. They never altered their pace,
    Being neither cloud nor wind-borne like the Gods of the Market Place,
    But they always caught up with our progress, and presently word would come
    That a tribe had been wiped off its icefield, or the lights had gone out in Rome.

    With the Hopes that our World is built on they were utterly out of touch,
    They denied that the Moon was Stilton; they denied she was even Dutch;
    They denied that Wishes were Horses; they denied that a Pig had Wings;
    So we worshipped the Gods of the Market Who promised these beautiful things.

    When the Cambrian measures were forming, They promised perpetual peace.
    They swore, if we gave them our weapons, that the wars of the tribes would cease.
    But when we disarmed They sold us and delivered us bound to our foe,
    And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: “Stick to the Devil you know.”

    On the first Feminian Sandstones we were promised the Fuller Life
    (Which started by loving our neighbour and ended by loving his wife)
    Till our women had no more children and the men lost reason and faith,
    And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: “The Wages of Sin is Death.”

    In the Carboniferous Epoch we were promised abundance for all,
    By robbing selected Peter to pay for collective Paul;
    But, though we had plenty of money, there was nothing our money could buy,
    And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: “If you don’t work you die.”

    Then the Gods of the Market tumbled, and their smooth-tongued wizards withdrew
    And the hearts of the meanest were humbled and began to believe it was true
    That All is not Gold that Glitters, and Two and Two make Four
    And the Gods of the Copybook Headings limped up to explain it once more.

    As it will be in the future, it was at the birth of Man
    There are only four things certain since Social Progress began.
    That the Dog returns to his Vomit and the Sow returns to her Mire,
    And the burnt Fool’s bandaged finger goes wabbling back to the Fire;

    And that after this is accomplished, and the brave new world begins
    When all men are paid for existing and no man must pay for his sins,
    As surely as Water will wet us, as surely as Fire will burn,
    The Gods of the Copybook Headings with terror and slaughter return!

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  22. My dad’s business got started in Rudyard MT, so I am predisposed to Kipling anyway. The Gods of the Copybook Headings has long been a favorite of mine.

    I’m not a big fan of Glen Beck, but he does a magnificent job dissecting and giving an analysis of that poem. Absolutely magnificent.
    https://youtu.be/oKEwHUq0qDk

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  26. I was told a secret
    I promised not to tell
    But felt the need to speak it
    So I whispered down a well

    O’er the stone wall I peered
    As I spoke into the pail
    And pondered there my folly
    I hadn’t kept it very well

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  27. Like a taunt,
    Far hope glitters,
    In the dark,
    My soul shivers,

    Not knowing what I need,
    To become,

    But the winds of Fate are blowing,
    From their depths, the seeds are sowing,
    What was, what is, and all that is to come…

    All times as one…
    Strive to touch the sun…

    Destiny beckons,
    Across the gorge of mind,
    Like a hallucination,
    You can never find,
    A mirage in the desert,
    In the burning sands of time,
    It shines as dark as the sun…

    That you see…
    When you’re blind.

    Mine is not to reason why,
    So I keep reaching for the sky,
    But doubting I can touch,
    The clouds at all,

    And I hear the future calling,
    It takes the lead, I start following,
    Even though it seems,
    My race is run,

    Flee the nightmare of a life,
    Built on pain and strife,

    Destiny beckons,
    Across the gorge of mind,
    Like a hallucination,
    You can never find,
    A mirage in the desert,
    In the burning sands of time,
    It shines as dark as the sun…

    That you see…
    When you’re blind.

    “Destinys Child”, MUCH younger me

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  31. Mary had a little lamb,
    Who’s fleece was white as snow,
    And everywhere that Mary went,
    The lamb was sure to go.

    One shopping day young Mary saw,
    No meat, which didn’t please her,
    Tonight she’s having leg of lamb,
    The rest is in the freezer.

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  32. The paddle board hangs
    No more on the wall
    Defiance by the child
    Stands adamant and tall

    Today’s millennials
    Are ignorant and crass
    It’s time us old-timers
    Kicked their ass
    ————————————————

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  34. I’ve done good things and bad things
    And things in between
    But I’ve never helped a King
    Turn into a Queen

    To turn a husband into a wife
    Seems counterproductive to anyone’s life
    Pursuing a delusion seems fruitless at best
    Don’t chop off your dick while feeling oppressed
    —————————————————–

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  35. Imagine my surprise, imagine my awe,

    when I went onto Iowntheworld and I saw;

    that my sister’s birthday was the day that they chose to celebrate the written word and a poet’s prose.

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  37. Uncle Al, how many people who aren’t geezers even know who Ernie Kovaks was, let alone Mickey Spillane. Reading I The Jury was one of my guilty pleasures in my youth. I knew about Ernie Kovaks from my old issues of Mad Magazine from the 50’s, I was too young to watch the TV show.

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  40. I’ll give it a homo money shot!

    There once was a lad named Petey B
    Who couldn’t wait to be inside of me
    He called me a man whore
    As he rammed my back door
    And now I’m walking around with HIV!

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  45. one of the best limericks:

    There was a young girl from the Azores
    Whose ass was covered in sores
    All the dogs in the street
    Would lick the foul meat
    That hung, infested, from her drawers.

  47. Each time I see a little girl
    Of five or six or seven
    I can’t resist a joyous urge
    To smile and say
    Thank heaven for little girls
    …
    Especially if she’s related.

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