Two Poems That will Transform Your Life.

[citizen]

Please be aware that reading these poems may lead you into realms of consciousness that could discombobulate you.
1/
The world is a farm and it is run by the pigs,
I'm a fish up a tree clinging to the twigs.
2/
I vomit into the machine,
That destroyed many a young dream.

 

[dogtowner]

Don't quit your day job.

 

[citizen]

Don't quit your day job.

Oh you are clever and so original too.

 

[citizen]

Don't quit your day job.

I'm glad your basketball team is doing so well.

 

[dogtowner]

I'm glad your basketball team is doing so well.

Thanks , so am i.

This is a favorite of mine


Percy Shelley's "Ozymandias"

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:

And on the pedestal these words appear:
'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!'
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.[4]

 

[citizen]

Yes,

Thanks , so am i.

This is a favorite of mine


Percy Shelley's "Ozymandias"

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:

And on the pedestal these words appear:
'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!'
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.[4]

Yes,it's that's a real classic.

 

[dogtowner]

Yes,
Yes,it's that's a real c
lassic.

I'm more of a Wordsworth guy but Shelley hit it out of the park with that one.

It was a friendly competition with this one. Also quite good.

Horace Smith's "Ozymandias"

In Egypt's sandy silence, all alone,
Stands a gigantic Leg, which far off throws
The only shadow that the Desert knows:—
"I am great OZYMANDIAS," saith the stone,
"The King of Kings; this mighty City shows
"The wonders of my hand."— The City's gone,—
Nought but the Leg remaining to disclose
The site of this forgotten Babylon.

We wonder,—and some Hunter may express
Wonder like ours, when thro' the wilderness
Where London stood, holding the Wolf in chace,
He meets some fragment huge, and stops to guess
What powerful but unrecorded race
Once dwelt in that annihilated place.[10]

 

[grumpy]

Please be aware that reading these poems may lead you into realms of consciousness that could discombobulate you.
1/
The world is a farm and it is run by the pigs,
I'm a fish up a tree clinging to the twigs.
2/
I vomit into the machine,
That destroyed many a young dream.

citizen, i'm glad to see your confident enough in your talent as a writer to post your own poetry. Those must have some personal meaning. Someday you will have to share it with me..lol

 

[Michael Henrik Wynn]

Thanks , so am i.

This is a favorite of mine


Percy Shelley's "Ozymandias"

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:

And on the pedestal these words appear:
'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!'
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.[4]

I love that poem. It is about the republican party, isn't it?

 

[mark francis]

I love that poem. It is about the republican party, isn't it?

Sounds like a fictional version of the true Biblical record of the human false god Dagon.

1 Samuel 5​

King James Version​

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1 And the Philistines took the ark of God, and brought it from Ebenezer unto Ashdod.​

2 When the Philistines took the ark of God, they brought it into the house of Dagon, and set it by Dagon.​

3 And when they of Ashdod arose early on the morrow, behold, Dagon was fallen upon his face to the earth before the ark of the Lord. And they took Dagon, and set him in his place again.​

4 And when they arose early on the morrow morning, behold, Dagon was fallen upon his face to the ground before the ark of the Lord; and the head of Dagon and both the palms of his hands were cut off upon the threshold; only the stump of Dagon was left to him.​

5 Therefore neither the priests of Dagon, nor any that come into Dagon's house, tread on the threshold of Dagon in Ashdod unto this day.​