My favourite poem is Jabberwocky by lewis carroll. I can remember the entire thing from memory. 'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. Beware the jabberwock, my son! The teeth that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the jubjub bird and shun The frumious bandersnatch. He took his vorpal sword in hand, Long time the manxome foe he sought So he rested by the tumtum tree, and stood awhile in thought. Then, as in uffish thought he stood, The jabberwock, with eyes of flame Came whiffling through the tulgey wood And burbled as it came! One, two! One, two, and through and through! His vorpal sword went snicker-snack! He left it dead and with it's head, He went galumphing back. "And hast thou slain the Jabberwock? Come to my arms, my beamish boy! Oh frabjous day, calloo, callay!" He chortled in his joy. 'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe. All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe.
"There was a young lady from Venus, whose body was shaped like a penis. A fellow named Hunt was shaped like a cunt, so it all worked out fine, just between us." -David Gerrold Featured in an episode of Star Trek the Next Generation recited by the android Data (If this isn't appropriate for the forums I'll delete, but this is an actual poem) gerrold.com- Creator of the famous Star Trek episode, "The Trouble With Tribbles" and the above limerick
I've made this poem few months ago, when I was quite upset (and still I am) because of suffering from terrorism and attacks on innocent people. It was originally created as lyrics for my song created in Punk-O-Matic 2, so there's a small difference. Age of Destruction Extinction of human race, wicked mind and gun in your hands will be last thing we'll see Burning flames and bomb-filled planes are your tools to destroy our world to destroy our homes and our lands Just watch... watch our burning lives watch our burning hearts Just watch... watch our burning homes, our hopes how they turn into the dust Annihilation, purification resulting to our suicide communication, civilization, imagination... is no more Age of hell, age of hate, rage and human's genocide you can tell, you can roar, that your masterpiece is third world war We hear the echoes in the wind we feel the pain of our nation the future of the Earth is on its end because of your Age of Destruction
MAry ha d a little lam it'ss fleece was white as snow then some hoodies peed on the lam and lam was yellow oevermore!
Look closely into my eyes and you'll see the pits of darkness look carefuly into my soul and embrace the nothingness Stay and feel the wind as she hurt you more and more Stay and hear my silent words as they sing about ongoing War
