Rewritten in the style of John McEnroe You’ve got to be kidding me! Under some owl-light? In a half-way house? The guy’s just lying there-like, totally graveward-with furies! What even are furies? And Abaddon? Are you telling me this dude just cracks out of a hangnail? That’s not how anything works! And a fork? A fork with a dog? Among fairies? No way! No freakin’ way! And then there’s this atlas-eater-what, like some big-jawed monster, chomping on a mandrake and screaming about tomorrow? That’s absurd! And this gentleman, this penny-eyed guy, just casually unbuttons his bones? Unbuttons his bones!? That’s not real! That’s not even close to real! Then he’s all, "Hey, I’m some long-world gentleman, and I sleep with Capricorn and Cancer." Are you serious right now? You can’t be serious!

When it comes to war... Rarely do so many owe so much to so few.

Who else came here from Jedi Mind Tricks - Muerte , album violent by design?

Nobody Told Me by John Lennon has the line, inspired from this poem, 'There's a little yellow idol to the north of Kathmandu'

Lest we forget

Amazing sonnet that I recite to every Petra visitor I meet 😊

Hi. I love your voice on this recording. Can I please use the short clip of the "They shall not grow old" verse to use in a 15 second video I am making for the Royal Navy?

Well done poem ❤❤❤❤

2024, still works.Jus gotta make it your own for todays time

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Cool!

Bogisich Heights

Sylvan Trace

Zulauf Villages

Kraig Course

Kelsi Station

Fanny Mountain

Zulauf Burgs

Joanny Radial

Wilkinson Plains

Tess Harbor

Lakin Row

This is the reading my grandfather chose for me to read at my grandmothers funeral today. I was given two options. This verse stood out to me because I believe it can be interpreted multiple ways.

5853 Deontae Fall

Grow NOT old

Didn't understand the last verse

This is equally beautiful and badass.

Thank you for sharing this.

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I wish I could remember it etlone recite it

The first poem I ever learned off by heart

His voice is so rare.

Transporting. All things for The Maiden Of Mount Ida.

This makes me think of Edson Range... if you know what I'm talkin' about.

To Althea from Prison put to music . Enjoy! kzbin.info/www/bejne/sGLIeqGGhpmZrKs

Romantic twaddle

His voice is so relaxing 🤤

I sang this poem in college and it still stays with me, I hum it often

Found you

I am here from a HFY story of the same name. It's a short sci-fi story, 'humans are space orcs' stuff. It was a future where we learned our lesson the hard way. We left one person as the grave keeper for the solar system, honoring the dead of any found drifting in space.

Yooo....I guess I'm the only one in 2024

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Beautiful

One is reassured by poetry

Pass the buck.

I wonder if we know who Jane was , her full name for starters.

For God’s sake hold your tongue, and let me love, Or chide my palsy, or my gout, My five gray hairs, or ruined fortune flout, With wealth your state, your mind with arts improve, Take you a course, get you a place, Observe his honor, or his grace, Or the king's real, or his stampèd face Contemplate; what you will, approve, So you will let me love. Alas, alas, who’s injured by my love? What merchant’s ships have my sighs drowned? Who says my tears have overflowed his ground? When did my colds a forward spring remove? When did the heats which my veins fill Add one more to the plaguy bill? Soldiers find wars, and lawyers find out still Litigious men, which quarrels move, Though she and I do love. Call us what you will, we are made such by love; Call her one, me another fly, We're tapers too, and at our own cost die, And we in us find the eagle and the dove. The phoenix riddle hath more wit By us; we two being one, are it. So, to one neutral thing both sexes fit. We die and rise the same, and prove Mysterious by this love. We can die by it, if not live by love, And if unfit for tombs and hearse Our legend be, it will be fit for verse; And if no piece of chronicle we prove, We’ll build in sonnets pretty rooms; As well a well-wrought urn becomes The greatest ashes, as half-acre tombs, And by these hymns, all shall approve Us canonized for Love. And thus invoke us: “You, whom reverend love Made one another’s hermitage; You, to whom love was peace, that now is rage; Who did the whole world's soul contract, and drove Into the glasses of your eyes (So made such mirrors, and such spies, That they did all to you epitomize) Countries, towns, courts: beg from above A pattern of your love!”

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Brialliant, utterly brilliant, your McGonagall readings bring me great joy <3