PoetryI'll change the poem here (some of which are written by me) every so often:-)
This is the pure genious of my dear smell Stef, and you're only likely to get it if, like us, you are not quite there upstairs, share our sense of humour and have a thorough knowledge of Harry Potter...
GOD REST YE MERRY HIPPOGRIFFS
God rest ye merry Hippogriffs,
Do not feel sad or bored,
For Harry P our saviour,
Has vanquished the Dark Lord,
And now there is no doubt
That number one is Dumbledore.
Oh praises to the Boy-Who-Lived,
To the Boy-Who-Lived,
Oh praises to the Boy-Who-Lived.
He used to be a scary git,
We called him You-Know-Who,
He found the hidden Potters
With some help from Pettigrew,
The first part of the prophecy
The only bit he knew.
Oh praises to the Boy-Who-Lived,
To the Boy-Who-Lived,
Oh praises to the Boy-Who-Lived.
The prophecy was not fulfilled,
The curse bounced back on him,
Sybill Trelawny, she had known,
The Potter child would win,
And as for You-Know-Who, he fled,
His future looking dim.
Oh praises to the Boy-Who-Lived,
To the Boy-Who-Lived,
Oh praises to the Boy-Who-Lived.
The Dark Lord bides his time out there,
A soul without a bod,
We know that he'll return one day,
The nasty little sod,
And try once more to take over,
It's like he thinks he's god.
Oh praises to the Boy-Who-Lived,
To the Boy-Who-Lived,
Oh praises to the Boy-Who-Lived.
This, IMO, is one of the most beautiful things ever written...
POETRY by Pablo Neruda
And it was at that age...Poetry arrived
in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where
it came from, from winter or a river.
I don't know how or when,
no, they were not voices, they were not
words, nor silence,
but from a street I was summoned,
from the branches of night,
abruptly from the others,
among violent fires
or returning alone,
there I was without a face
and it touched me.
I did not know what to say, my mouth
had no way
with names
my eyes were blind,
and something started in my soul,
fever or forgotten wings,
and I made my own way,
deciphering
that fire
and I wrote the first faint line,
faint, without substance, pure
nonsense,
pure wisdom
of someone who knows nothing,
and suddenly I saw
the heavens
unfastened
and open,
planets,
palpitating planations,
shadow perforated,
riddled
with arrows, fire and flowers,
the winding night, the universe.
And I, infinitesmal being,
drunk with the great starry
void,
likeness, image of
mystery,
I felt myself a pure part
of the abyss,
I wheeled with the stars,
my heart broke free on the open sky.
xxx
