My Favorite Poem

[SusieMisajon]

It goes so well with my favorite topic.
http://www.hawaiithreads.com/showthr...light=pandemic


A Woman’s Ode to Survivalism, by Deborah (Moderator, JerichoCBS Forum)

I’m not into fashion
I like camouflage
I got surveillance equipment
Stashed out in my garage
I don’t wear many skirts
I kinda like my jeans
And they go so much better with
My bullets and my beans.

Now don’t be thinking that I’m crazy,
Not a sociopath, not even mean,
But if you come a knockin’
Keep your hands where they are seen…..

I got a Smith & Wesson,
AK and Mossberg too,
One Colt, two Berettas,
A Kel-Tec.. Hmm that one’s new

I don’t know when the SWHTF
But I’ll let you in on a secret,
Let you in on my plan ….
I’ve got water, and I’ve got fish
I’ve got ammo in my pockets
And a camera in my Dish.

I got flour, sugar and my salt,
And if you don’t, that’s not my fault

I’m replanting my lawn with berries and their thorns
All just to protect, all just to warn.
Maybe a few bushes, maybe a few vines,
And as far as you know, maybe a few mines…

The pantry is full of canned goods
Closets are filled up too
Everything’s been inventoried
Even all my shoes.

Kerosene is for the lamp light
And matches are a must.
No one knows what I have
For there’s no one that I trust.

Chickens I will raise, maybe some rabbits on my land,
And a nice big garden, to help me feed the clan .
Seeds I’ve got, oh, ain’t it nice,
I got all that and three kinds of rice.

I got flour, sugar and my salt,
And if you don’t, that’s not my fault

I don’t get the hurricanes
No floods or earthquakes here,
Just lots of icy blizzard snow
And Mutant Zombie Deer.

I’m ready for a nuke blast
Solar flares or acid rain
I’m ready for the Bird Flu
When the world gets quite insane.

I’ve done my preps,
Checked them double twice,
Not like in Jericho
Cause folks won’t be that nice.

My BOB is packed ..
Now what did I forget?
Oh yeah, the gennie’s full
And sitting on the deck.

When TEOTWAWKI is finally here,
I’ll be hunkered in my retreat,
family will be near,

And I got flour, sugar and my salt,
And if you don’t, that’s your own d**n fault

[alohatim]

Re: My favorite poem.

Hi Susie..Nice poem

What's a BOB and a TEOTWAWKI?

[Leo Lakio]

Re: My favorite poem.

What's a ... TEOTWAWKI?

The
End
Of
The
World
As
We
Know
It

[Keanu]

Re: My favorite poem.

The Stanzas lack structure and flow. It's an alphabet soup of forced rymes. If I were to grade this poem, I'd give it a D.

[1stwahine]

Re: My favorite poem.

The HURT

Dear God, I prayed, it's here once more
The aching loss,
The desperate pain,
That brings the loneliness again.

How can I fight?
What is the cure
For something sensed,
A soul felt thing,
That robs all hope and flees again?

Then Jesus answers tenderly,
Remember child I died for thee.
Your load would doubtless lighter be,
If you would pray and learn of me.

Why fret and struggle through each day,
And face tomorrow with dismay?
If you but ask, "I'll come to stay,
To walk and talk and show the way.

In Jesus I find solace sweet,
A sacrosanct,
A place of rest,
His love dispels the loneliness.

By Loraine LeBlanc

[Leo Lakio]

Re: My favorite poem.

The Stanzas lack structure and flow. It's an alphabet soup of forced rymes. If I were to grade this poem, I'd give it a D.

Then you will probably dislike this one, one of my favorites:

The Revenant

I am the dog you put to sleep,
as you like to call the needle of oblivion,
come back to tell you this simple thing:
I never liked you--not one bit.

When I licked your face,
I thought of biting off your nose.
When I watched you toweling yourself dry,
I wanted to leap and unman you with a snap.

I resented the way you moved,
your lack of animal grace,
the way you would sit in a chair to eat,
a napkin on your lap, knife in your hand.

I would have run away, but I was too weak,
a trick you taught me while I was learning to sit and heel,
and--greatest of insults--shake hands without a hand.

I admit the sight of the leash would excite me
but only because it meant
I was about to smell things you had never touched.

You do not want to believe this,
but I have no reason to lie.
I hated the car,
the rubber toys,
disliked your friends
and, worse, your relatives.

The jingling of my tags drove me mad.
You always scratched me in the wrong place.
All I ever wanted from you was food
and fresh water in my metal bowls.

While you slept, I watched you breathe
as the moon rose in the sky.
It took all of my strength not to raise my head and howl.

Now I am free of the collar,
the yellow raincoat, monogrammed sweater,
the absurdity of your lawn,
and that is all you need to know about this place
except what you already supposed
and are glad it did not happen sooner--
that everyone here can read and write,
the dogs in poetry,
the cats and the others in prose.

- Billy Collins

[anapuni808]

Re: My favorite poem.

WARNING


When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we’ve no money for butter.

I shall sit down on the pavement when I’m tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.

I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick the flowers in other people’s gardens
And learn to spit.

You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.

But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.

But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.

By Jenny Joseph

[Leo Lakio]

Re: My favorite poem.

When I am an old woman I shall wear purple

I love the effect this poem has had over the years, which can be measured by all the variations on it that now exist.

[Keanu]

Re: My favorite poem.

Then you will probably dislike this one, one of my favorites:

The Revenant

I am the dog you put to sleep,
as you like to call the needle of oblivion,
come back to tell you this simple thing:
I never liked you--not one bit.

This is an excellent poem. This poem personifies poetry, I love it!

[Leo Lakio]

Re: My favorite poem.

This is an excellent poem. This poem personifies poetry, I love it!

You are deep, Keanu, most assuredly deep. (And you know I mean that as a compliment.)

[Keanu]

Re: My favorite poem.

You are deep, Keanu, most assuredly deep. (And you know I mean that as a compliment.)

Why thanks Leo. I appreciate the compliment.

[Vanguard]

Re: My favorite poem.

The Second Coming by W.B. Yeats

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in the sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

[Cameron]

Re: My favorite poem.

My favorite has always been

Birdy birdy in the sky
drop a turdy in my eye
gee I'm glad cows don't fly