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Subject: BS: worst poets
From: The Sandman
Date: 02 Jan 21 - 05:44 PM

i have 3 candidates, mcgonagle, julia a moore and a mckittrick ros, if people would like to select poems so we can decide who is the worst of the 3


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Subject: RE: BS: worst poets
From: Joe_F
Date: 02 Jan 21 - 06:50 PM

You might want to browse in _The Stuffed Owl: An Anthology of Bad Verse_ (D. B. Wyndham Lewis & Charles Lee, Eds., 1930). Julia Moore is copiously represented, as are many respectable poets in off-key moments.


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Subject: RE: BS: worst poets
From: Steve Shaw
Date: 02 Jan 21 - 07:57 PM

Well, Dick, I'll try to rescue you from this, thus...

I think that most poetry is shite. I think that ordinary language expressed by ordinary people is often as lyrical and poetic as it comes. I don't need some pompous bloke who thinks he's both articulate in language and in possession of some muse or other to express ideas to me that I can process for myself - if I'm in the mood. I do try to read poetry but I find most of it to be suffering from strain. Just now and again I find a line that really hits the emotional nail on the head for me, that sez something that I couldn't have articulated for myself, or that I didn't know needed to be articulated. It's usually in a poem that some would find trivial. Miss Joan Hunter Dunn does it for me every time. And I can find real poetry in song lyrics too. Rainy Night in Soho...

And, Dick, I do know that you and I share a massive admiration for William McGonagall, one poet who at least wasn't up his own arse....


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Subject: RE: BS: worst poets
From: keberoxu
Date: 02 Jan 21 - 10:24 PM

Rapparee favors the anthology
Pegasus Descending, as do I.

Which brings us to Sydney Thompson Dobell:

Oh the wold, the wold,
Oh the wold, the wold,
Oh the mystery
Of the blasted tree
On the wold, the wold, the wold . . .


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Subject: RE: BS: worst poets
From: Jack Campin
Date: 03 Jan 21 - 01:28 AM

From a current Mudcat thread:

Antje Duvekot


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Subject: RE: BS: worst poets
From: Joe Offer
Date: 03 Jan 21 - 01:42 AM

As Dick mentioned, there's always William McGonagall, World's Worst Poet.


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Subject: RE: BS: worst poets
From: The Sandman
Date: 03 Jan 21 - 02:22 AM

Christmas
Hail the coming holiday,
With a hearty joyous feast,
And drive away sorrow, friends,
For a day or two at least;
Lay all business cares aside,
And make the world resound,
With music and festivals
Throughout our merry town.

May every person in our land
A voice to heaven raise,
And welcome in Christ's birthday,
With everlasting praise;
Praise Him who died upon the cross,
Our sinning souls to save,
The great Redeemer, Christ our lord,
That dwells beyond the grave.

We should meet in reverence,
And God's commands obey,
And make each other happy
Throughout the holiday;
And not forget the orphans,
The aged or the blind,
The rich, the poor and needy,
To each one pray be kind.

May every parent in the land,
Hail Christmas day with joy,
And not forget a present for
Their little girls and boys;
They are looking forth anxiously,
For Santa Claus to come
And fill their little stockings,
With toys and sugar-plumbs.

God grant a merry Christmas eve
And happy Christmas day,
To every person in the land,
At home or far away.
That festive day will soon be here,
Alas, will soon be o'er;
Welcome, welcome the coming of
Christmas day once more.
JULIA A MOORE,
now Mcgonagle
Welcome, sweet Christmas, blest be the morn
That Christ our Saviour was born!
Earth's Redeemer, to save us from all danger,
And, as the Holy Record tells, born in a manger.

Chorus --

Then ring, ring, Christmas bells,
Till your sweet music o'er the kingdom swells,
To warn the people to respect the morn
That Christ their Saviour was born.

The snow was on the ground when Christ was born,
And the Virgin Mary His mother felt very forlorn
As she lay in a horse's stall at a roadside inn,
Till Christ our Saviour was born to free us from sin.

Oh! think of the Virgin Mary as she lay
In a lowly stable on a bed of hay,
And angels watching O'er her till Christ was born,
Therefore all the people should respect Christmas morn.

The way to respect Christmas time
Is not by drinking whisky or wine,
But to sing praises to God on Christmas morn,
The time that Jesus Christ His Son was born;

Whom He sent into the world to save sinners from hell
And by believing in Him in heaven we'll dwell;
Then blest be the morn that Christ was born,
Who can save us from hell, death, and scorn.

Then he warned, and respect the Saviour dear,
And treat with less respect the New Year,
And respect always the blessed morn
That Christ our Saviour was born.

For each new morn to the Christian is dear,
As well as the morn of the New Year,
And he thanks God for the light of each new morn.
Especially the morn that Christ was born.

Therefore, good people, be warned in time,
And on Christmas morn don't get drunk with wine
But praise God above on Christmas morn,
Who sent His Son to save us from hell and scorn.

There the heavenly babe He lay
In a stall among a lot of hay,
While the Angel Host by Bethlehem
Sang a beautiful and heavenly anthem.

Christmas time ought to be held most dear,
Much more so than the New Year,
Because that's the time that Christ was born,
Therefore respect Christmas morn.

And let the rich be kind to the poor,
And think of the hardships they do endure,
Who are neither clothed nor fed,
And Many without a blanket to their bed.
William Topaz McGonagall
now which is the worst poem


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Subject: RE: BS: worst poets
From: The Sandman
Date: 03 Jan 21 - 02:28 AM

“The Old Home” from Fumes of Formation a mckittrick ros

Don’t I see the old home over there at the base
Of a triangle not overcrowded with space:
‘Twas there I first breathed on the eighth of December,
In the year of Our Lord the month after November.

I’ve been told it was snowy and blowy and wild
When I entered the home as a newly-born child,
There wasn’t much fuss, nor was there much joy
For sorrow was poignant I wasn’t a boy.

I felt quite contented as years flitted on
That I to the coarser sex did not belong
Little dreaming that ever the time would arrive
That of female attire I would be deprived.

By a freak of the lustful that spreads like disease
Which demanded that females wear pants if you please,
But I stuck to the decentest style of attire
And to alter my “gender” I’ll never aspire.

During that hallowed century now dead and gone
In which good Queen Victoria claimed to be born
From childhood her modesty ever was seen
Her exalted position demanded when Queen.

She set an example of decency rare,
That no English Queen before her you’d compare
Neither nude knee nor ankle, nude bosom nor arm
Dare be seen in her presence this Queen to alarm.

She believed in her sex being loving and kind,
And modesty never to march out of line
By exposing those members unrest to achieve,
Which pointed to morals immorally grave.

But sad to relate when she bade “Adieu”
To earth and its vanities tainted with “rue,”
That centre of fashion, so French in its style,
Did its utmost to vilify decency’s smile

And mock at these garments which proved in their day,
At a glance-who was who-and wherein gender lay,
But alas! Since the death of our great and good Queen
That attribute “Modesty”‘s ne’er to be seen.

It wasn’t long after till modesty grew
A thing of the past for me and for you;
Last century’s fashions were blown quite aside,
The ill-advised folk of this age now deride.

The petticoat faded away as we do
In circumference it covered not one leg but two,
Its successor exposes the arms, breasts and necks,
Legs, knees and thighs and too often-the —.


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Subject: RE: BS: worst poets
From: Bonzo3legs
Date: 03 Jan 21 - 05:32 AM

Poems are best sung by Johnny Coppin with a full band!!!


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Subject: RE: BS: worst poets
From: The Sandman
Date: 03 Jan 21 - 07:03 AM

bonzo, stop talking crap, some poems do not suit music, do you really mean that johnny coppin should sing mcgonagle


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Subject: RE: BS: worst poets
From: Jos
Date: 03 Jan 21 - 07:07 AM

I can't bear poems read, often by the poet herself or himself, in that monotonous, wistful "poetry voice", with each pair of words alternating, the second slightly higher than the first - 'di-dah di-dah di-dah di-dah, di-dah di-dah di-dah di-dah, di-dah di-dah di-dah di-dah', and so on without variation, on and on and on ...


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Subject: RE: BS: worst poets
From: Steve Shaw
Date: 03 Jan 21 - 07:12 AM

Absolutely, Jos!


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Subject: RE: BS: worst poets
From: The Sandman
Date: 03 Jan 21 - 08:14 AM

oh for feck sake reading poetry is a skill as is reading monologues , first, do not read too quickly, leave gaps to allow the meaning to sink in before continuing. if the poem has a story , tell it
what you are saying is as stupid as saying i do not like guitars because they are sometimes played badly.


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Subject: RE: BS: worst poets
From: The Sandman
Date: 03 Jan 21 - 08:21 AM

ok soorylads i take your point its about performance, i tried to offer constructive critism recntly to a poet who read too fast in a private message, no reply, same old story its likre the floorsingers who never improve , if only they would listen or get someone else to listen to them


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Subject: RE: BS: worst poets
From: Jos
Date: 03 Jan 21 - 08:43 AM

I suspect that the poetry readers in question believe that they are making their poems sound deep and meaningful.

I have even heard someone on the radio, when asked to read his poem, say:
"I'm sorry, I can't do the poetry voice" as if he thought reading poetry in a normal voice wasn't good enough.


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Subject: RE: BS: worst poets
From: Jeri
Date: 03 Jan 21 - 09:29 AM

"i tried to offer constructive critism recntly..."

Does that EVER go well?


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Subject: RE: BS: worst poets
From: Donuel
Date: 03 Jan 21 - 10:33 AM

In America there was an explosion of amateur poetry after 9-11.
It seems there is an explosion of song and lyric during this catastrophe.
President Clinton and Obama made great selections of Poet Laureates.

Trumps poet laureate may have been Goebbles. poetry

As for the worst, it is in the shrunken heart of the beholder


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Subject: RE: BS: worst poets
From: Senoufou
Date: 03 Jan 21 - 11:40 AM

While wading through the most enormous list of worthy bards and poets at Edinburgh University, I found such light relief in the verses of William McGonagall. Don't mock him - he was hilarious.
I have a feeling these lines are parodies of his poetry though, but funny just the same:-

"On yonder hill there stood a doocot.(a dovecote)
It's no there noo cos someone took it"
"On yonder hill there stood a coo.
If it's gone it's no there noo".

His Tay Disaster thing was so awful we all giggled like anything during the lectures. Pure doggerel.
All the blooming so-called Romantic poets drove me mad. 'Ode To A Grecian Urn' for example. And loads of other 'Odes'. So affected. (and boring!)


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Subject: RE: BS: worst poets
From: Donuel
Date: 03 Jan 21 - 12:38 PM

Old man Potter wanted to eat the tiny Baily Savings and Loan
Old man Walgreen devoured Rexall and Rite Aid it's told
Old man Sam ate Mom's and Pop's by the truckload
Now Wall mart-green will dispense vaccine
that got too warm and is way too old.


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Subject: RE: BS: worst poets
From: keberoxu
Date: 03 Jan 21 - 12:58 PM

Yes, Senoufou,
the Pegasus Descending anthology has got
all of the Tay disaster poems in it,
and they cracked me up, as well:

"Beautiful new railway bridge o'er the silvery Tay!"
or some such.


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Subject: RE: BS: worst poets
From: Steve Shaw
Date: 03 Jan 21 - 12:59 PM

Non-poetry in a normal voice does it for me most of the time, Jos! :-)

"I wandered lonely as a cloud..."

The bugger had clearly never been to Cornwall!

I'm being a bit too negative, so a couple of lines that hit the nail on the head for me:

"The Child is father of the Man" (Wordsworth again)

"While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day" (Keats's Autumn jobbie)

And now, my favourite. A Subaltern's Love Song, by John Betjeman

Miss J.Hunter Dunn, Miss J.Hunter Dunn,
Furnish'd and burnish'd by Aldershot sun,
What strenuous singles we played after tea,
We in the tournament - you against me!

Love-thirty, love-forty, oh! weakness of joy,
The speed of a swallow, the grace of a boy,
With carefullest carelessness, gaily you won,
I am weak from your loveliness, Joan Hunter Dunn

Miss Joan Hunter Dunn, Miss Joan Hunter Dunn,
How mad I am, sad I am, glad that you won,
The warm-handled racket is back in its press,
But my shock-headed victor, she loves me no less.

Her father's euonymus shines as we walk,
And swing past the summer-house, buried in talk,
And cool the verandah that welcomes us in
To the six-o'clock news and a lime-juice and gin.

The scent of the conifers, sound of the bath,
The view from my bedroom of moss-dappled path,
As I struggle with double-end evening tie,
For we dance at the Golf Club, my victor and I.

On the floor of her bedroom lie blazer and shorts,
And the cream-coloured walls are be-trophied with sports,
And westering, questioning settles the sun,
On your low-leaded window, Miss Joan Hunter Dunn.

The Hillman is waiting, the light's in the hall,
The pictures of Egypt are bright on the wall,
My sweet, I am standing beside the oak stair
And there on the landing's the light on your hair.

By roads "not adopted", by woodlanded ways,
She drove to the club in the late summer haze,
Into nine-o'clock Camberley, heavy with bells
And mushroomy, pine-woody, evergreen smells.

Miss Joan Hunter Dunn, Miss Joan Hunter Dunn,
I can hear from the car park the dance has begun,
Oh! Surrey twilight! importunate band!
Oh! strongly adorable tennis-girl's hand!

Around us are Rovers and Austins afar,
Above us the intimate roof of the car,
And here on my right is the girl of my choice,
With the tilt of her nose and the chime of her voice.

And the scent of her wrap, and the words never said,
And the ominous, ominous dancing ahead.
We sat in the car park till twenty to one
And now I'm engaged to Miss Joan Hunter Dunn.


Now that's what I CALL a poem!


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Subject: RE: BS: worst poets
From: The Sandman
Date: 03 Jan 21 - 01:14 PM

i call it trite
spare us john betjeman, i remember alan bennett did a wonderful parody called sitting on a loo in camden town


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Subject: RE: BS: worst poets
From: Senoufou
Date: 03 Jan 21 - 01:20 PM

keberoxu, the very first time I took my husband on the train from Edinburgh over the Forth and the Tay bridges to Perthshire to visit my sister, I stupidly told him about the Tay Bridge disaster. If ever a very black man could go white with terror, he definitely came close!

John Masefield's poem Tewkesbury Road was recited to me frequently by my mother when I was about four. I always sobbed at the last line, "...the dear wild cry of the birds". I soon learned it by heart, but it always made me cry (and still does!)


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Subject: RE: BS: worst poets
From: Bill D
Date: 03 Jan 21 - 02:30 PM

Poetry, like music and food and 'art' does not resonate the same way with everyone.
Some do not consider poetry to deserve the name unless it rhymes.
e.e. cummings would disagree.

Others think it should be 'pretty'...but..

I think some of Kipling's is moving and important while being stark and sad. It is amazing how it feels when turned into music by Peter Bellamy. Ford o' Kabul River

And Soldier, Soldier is as moving a portrait of the results of war as I can imagine.

There are 'pretty' poems, but I prefer paintings and photos for imagery.

Diffrn't strokes for diffrn't blokes.



Oh... here's my New Year's offering..

At the New Year

In the shape of this night, in the still fall
       of snow, Father
In all that is cold and tiny, these little birds
       and children
In everything that moves tonight, the trolleys
       and the lovers, Father
In the great hush of country, in the ugly noise
       of our cities
In this deep throw of stars, in those trenches
       where the dead are, Father
In all the wide land waiting, and in the liners
       out on the black water
In all that has been said bravely, in all that is
       mean anywhere in the world, Father
In all that is good and lovely, in every house
       where sham and hatred are
In the name of those who wait, in the sound
       of angry voices, Father
Before the bells ring, before this little point in time
       has rushed us on
Before this clean moment has gone, before this night
       turns to face tomorrow, Father
There is this high singing in the air
Forever this sorrowful human face in eternity’s window
And there are other bells that we would ring, Father
Other bells that we would ring.

Kenneth Patchen


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Subject: RE: BS: worst poets
From: Donuel
Date: 03 Jan 21 - 03:31 PM

Old man Potter wanted to eat the tiny Baily Savings and Loan
Old man Walgreen devoured Rexall and Rite Aid it's told
Old man Sam ate Mom's and Pop's by the truckload
Now Wall mart-green will dispense vaccine
that got too warm and is way too old.
There's another hunger of the poor and cold
They've been down so long they wish death on everyone
Armageddonist vs anti armeggeddonist is the civil war to come
Race wars and Face wars have police on the run
Amid disease some forgot to have fun
I didn't notice the poet write his very last one.
Or the homeless eat the last palm oil nutrition free crumb.
The wealthy have their secret supply and can luxuriate in the sun
Only the newly dead are perfectly mum all except for a hiss
Earth has its revenge as thriving life is kissed
DNA has a trick to again and again
take the ultimate risk

Webster Blagg
the klaxon bell rhymer


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Subject: RE: BS: worst poets
From: Steve Shaw
Date: 03 Jan 21 - 03:36 PM

I try to stick with you most of the time, Dick, but I must say that if you find that "trite," then you sound like a bloke with no soul...

Here's one that was written over a decade ago by children's author and socialist Michael Rosen for the 60th anniversary of the NHS. I first read it in my trade union magazine last May, when I had to spend a night in hospital, looked after wonderfully by fearful nurses and doctors after their first two months of hell:

These are the hands, by Michael Rosen

These are the hands
That touch us first
Feel your head
Find the pulse
And make your bed.

These are the hands
That tap your back
Test the skin
Hold your arm
Wheel the bin
Change the bulb
Fix the drip
Pour the jug
Replace your hip.

These are the hands
That fill the bath
Mop the floor
Flick the switch
Soothe the sore
Burn the swabs
Give us a jab
Throw out sharps
Design the lab.

And these are the hands
That stop the leaks
Empty the pan
Wipe the pipes
Carry the can
Clamp the veins
Make the cast
Log the dose
And touch us last.


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Subject: RE: BS: worst poets
From: Backwoodsman
Date: 03 Jan 21 - 03:49 PM

Excellent poem, Steve.


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Subject: RE: BS: worst poets
From: Bonzo3legs
Date: 03 Jan 21 - 03:51 PM

Leonard Clark's "Song for Loaders" put to music by Johnny Coppin!

Now this is poetry!!!


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Subject: RE: BS: worst poets
From: Steve Shaw
Date: 03 Jan 21 - 03:53 PM

John Betjeman is buried in a tiny and lovely little churchyard fairly close to where we live, at St Enodoc's church near Daymer Bay in north Cornwall, near where he lived. The church has a rather crooked steeple, and was once buried in blown sand. We park up at Daymer Bay car park, then walk over what must be one of our most picturesque golf courses (never played golf in my life and never will, but hey), passing the church, paying homage of course, seeing the views over the Camel estuary and ending up at the sea front at Rock. We then take the foot ferry over to Padstow, where we buy a pasty at the finest pasty shop in Cornwall, Chough Bakery, and a mug of tea at the nearby kiosk. We then have to stave off the hungry gulls as we scoff the pasties. Then it's back on the ferry, and a lovely stroll back on the beach from Rock back to Daymer Bay (you have to be somewhat canny to get the tide times right). A poetic day out, not too strenuous.


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Subject: RE: BS: worst poets
From: The Sandman
Date: 03 Jan 21 - 04:39 PM

now this is what i call a powerful poem ThomasHardy
Christmas: 1924

'Peace upon earth!' was said. We sing it,
And pay a million priests to bring it.
After two thousand years of mass
We've got as far as poison-gas.
yes Steve, i am sorry to offend you find you,
but i find Betjeman, light weight, i find the rhymes in the poem in question predictable,, i suppose it describes an upper class situation and tennis match accurately, all is well in the empire, the sun never sets and there are no unemplyed nasty working class miners going on strike in the vicinity of miss hunter dunn
betjemans rhymes are predictable and he has so little to say[imo] ,other than how polite, we jolly good chaps all are, betjeman appears to like to fantasise about women as   objects,

imo this poem of betjemans is a bit like a voyeur or peeping tom, this next poem of his sums him up an upper middle class snob
Here from my eyrie, as the sun went down,
I heard the old North London puff and shunt,
Glad that I did not live in Gospel Oak.
here is a quote about him from wiki
After university


Betjeman left Oxford without a degree. Whilst there, however, he had made the acquaintance of people who would later influence his work, including Louis MacNeice and W. H. Auden.[10] He worked briefly as a private secretary, school teacher and film critic for the Evening Standard, where he also wrote for their high-society gossip column, the Londoner's Diary. He was employed by the Architectural Review between 1930 and 1935, as a full-time assistant editor, following their publishing of some of his freelance work. Timothy Mowl (2000) says, "His years at the Architectural Review were to be his true university".[2] At this time, while his prose style matured, he joined the MARS Group, an organisation of young modernist architects and architectural critics in Britain.

Betjeman's sexuality can best be described as bisexual, and his longest and best documented relationships were with women, and a fairer analysis of his sexuality may be that he was "the hatcher of a lifetime of schoolboy crushes – both gay and straight", most of which progressed no further.[11] Nevertheless, he has been considered "temperamentally gay", and even became a penpal of Lord Alfred 'Bosie' Douglas of Oscar Wilde fame.[
The poem you quoted is like a schoolboy crush, immature and lightweight


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Subject: RE: BS: worst poets
From: The Sandman
Date: 03 Jan 21 - 04:50 PM

this thread is about three particular bad poets, if you want to talk about betjeman or johhny coppin , start your own thread.
betjeman was at worst mediocre, but not spectacularly bad, like mcgonagle or julia a clarke.


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Subject: RE: BS: worst poets
From: Jos
Date: 03 Jan 21 - 04:56 PM

Well here is a poem by Betjeman with no class, no empire, no tennis, no sex, nothing that I, at least, find trite.

Winter Seascape

The sea runs back against itself
With scarcely time for breaking wave
To cannonade a slatey shelf
And thunder under in a cave

Before the next can fully burst.
The headwind, blowing harder still,
Smooths it to what it was at first —
A slowly rolling water-hill.

Against the breeze the breakers haste,
Against the tide their ridges run
And all the sea's a dappled waste
Criss-crossing underneath the sun.

Far down the beach the ripples drag
Blown backward, rearing from the shore,
And wailing gull and shrieking shag
Alone can pierce the ocean roar.

Unheard, a mongrel hound gives tongue,
Unheard are shouts of little boys:
What chance has any inland lung
Against this multi-water noise?

Here where the cliffs alone prevail
I stand exultant, neutral, free,
And from the cushion of the gale
Behold a huge consoling sea.


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Subject: RE: BS: worst poets
From: Jos
Date: 03 Jan 21 - 05:04 PM

I am so sorry, Sandman, I didn't realise we were restricted to your three chosen poets and not allowed to discuss the merits or otherwise of any other poets we might be more familiar with.
I'll leave you to it.


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Subject: RE: BS: worst poets
From: Donuel
Date: 03 Jan 21 - 05:12 PM

The canine ways will gladden you, His antics bring a smile, As a faithful friend he will, Be loyal all the while.

He'll bring his charms to grace your life, And though his stay is brief, When he's gone the memories, Are solace for our grief.

I cannot promise he will stay, All on earth won't return, But lessons only a dog can teach, I want you each to learn.

I've looked the whole world over, In search of guardians true, And from the folk that crowd life's land, I have chosen you.

Whatever love you give to him, Returns in triple measure, Follow his lead and gain a life, Brim full of simple pleasures.

Enjoy each day as it comes, Allow your heart to guide, Be loyal and steadfast in love, As the dog there by your side.

Now will you give him all your love, Nor think the labor vain, Nor hate me when all is done, To see him go again?

I guess each of us would say, A glad heaart is not all they have For all the joys this dog shall bring, The risk of grief can stun.

We'll shelter him with tenderness, We'll love him while we may, And for the happiness we've known, over the grateful days.

But should the angels call for him, Much sooner than we've planned, We'll brave the bitter grief that comes, And try to understand.

If by our love we've managed, to make his life a joy, In memory of him that we have loved, And to help us while we grieve;

When our faithful friend departs, This earthly world of strife, We'll just get another pup, And love him all his life.


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Subject: RE: BS: worst poets
From: Donuel
Date: 03 Jan 21 - 05:20 PM

Ohmywhatafauxpas!!!
Only3thatwemaytalk?


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Subject: RE: BS: worst poets
From: Steve Shaw
Date: 03 Jan 21 - 05:33 PM

We can take it wherever we like, Jos. And I'd just like to say that one man's trite and lightweight is another man's life-affirming and lyrical. And that your last post, Dick, is misanthropic in the extreme.


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Subject: RE: BS: worst poets
From: Bonzo3legs
Date: 03 Jan 21 - 06:03 PM

Never heard of these 3 poets. Viv Stanshall was a clever poet!!


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Subject: RE: BS: worst poets
From: Steve Shaw
Date: 03 Jan 21 - 06:11 PM

My doggy pees
On all the trees
And poops on all the flowers.
He does no tricks
Like fetching sticks,
Just licks himself for hours.

:-)


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Subject: RE: BS: worst poets
From: Bill D
Date: 03 Jan 21 - 07:25 PM

Oh... genuine doggerel..


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Subject: RE: BS: worst poets
From: Steve Shaw
Date: 03 Jan 21 - 08:32 PM

You beat me to it, Bill...


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Subject: RE: BS: worst poets
From: The Sandman
Date: 04 Jan 21 - 02:26 AM

john betjeman was a product and a representive of the upper class. he was an establishment poet who glorified aspects of the british empire he was uncritical of the class sytem or the empire. in a subtle way betjeman glorifies the english upperclass and their tennis matches and miss jopan hunter dunn, all jolly hockey sticks jolly good chaps etc.
jos,
all you have to do is read the title of the post and the original thread, if you want to discuss other things start your own thread ,same applies to steve shaw.

Subject: BS: worst poets
From: The Sandman - PM
Date: 02 Jan 21 - 05:44 PM

i have 3 candidates, mcgonagle, julia a moore and a mckittrick ros, if people would like to select poems so we can decide who is the worst of the 3.


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Subject: RE: BS: worst poets
From: The Sandman
Date: 04 Jan 21 - 02:47 AM

bonzo has not heard of mcgonagle ,well bonzo start your own thread on johnny coppin.
if people here think it is funny to feck up a thread deliberately with irrelevancies that just shows the level of their childishness, if it is accidental ,perhaps you should read the original posts more carefully.
bonzo , the fact you have not heard of those bad poets is irrelevantwhy post other than as a wind up


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Subject: RE: BS: worst poets
From: Manitas_at_home
Date: 04 Jan 21 - 03:54 AM

Betjeman was far from upper-class. Upper middle at best.


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Subject: RE: BS: worst poets
From: Bonzo3legs
Date: 04 Jan 21 - 04:09 AM

I am working today, so better things to do!!!!!


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Subject: RE: BS: worst poets
From: Steve Shaw
Date: 04 Jan 21 - 04:22 AM

Poor Dick...


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Subject: RE: BS: worst poets
From: Senoufou
Date: 04 Jan 21 - 05:34 AM

Could I just point out, The Sandman, since you are being a bit of a stickler, that you have misspelt one of your 'bad poets' names. It's William McGonagall, not mcgonagle.


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Subject: RE: BS: worst poets
From: The Sandman
Date: 04 Jan 21 - 08:19 AM

i am not being a stickler over spelling.
Betjeman was born John Betjemann. He was the son of a prosperous silverware maker of Dutch descent. His parents, Mabel (née Dawson) and Ernest Betjemann, had a family firm at 34–42 Pentonville Road which manufactured the kind of ornamental household furniture and gadgets distinctive to Victorians.
he went to fee paying schools, he was upper middle class and establishment, he wrote nothing that challenged the status quo, miss joan hunter dunn is an example of glorifying the upper and middle classes.
ok, manitas, do you understand. tyis thread is not about betjeman coppin shakespeare wordsworth. john clare if you want to talk about them, do it somewhere else far from rescuing this thread steve you have sabotaged it.
sitting on a loo in camden town
joan hunter dunn with her knickers down
hark the bell strikes ten past three
has my crumpet done its pee


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Subject: RE: BS: worst poets
From: Manitas_at_home
Date: 04 Jan 21 - 08:43 AM

What do you want me to understand? You started discussing Betjeman's background I merely pointed out that you had it, or a least part of it, wrong as you have agreed. It would make your posts a lot easier to understand if you would only use some capitals and a bit more punctuation.


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Subject: RE: BS: worst poets
From: Raggytash
Date: 04 Jan 21 - 09:22 AM

The title of the thread is "worst poets" Now one persons worst poet may be another persons favourite poet.

The opening post states that the poster has three candidates, not that they are the worst but that they are merely candidates, thus the thread should not be limited to those three alone.

So crack on lads and lassies and discuss whom you choose to.

One a personal note I would not criticise any poet, some I like, some I don't but more than anything I no time for critics.


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Subject: RE: BS: worst poets
From: Jeri
Date: 04 Jan 21 - 11:09 AM

You have a choice to either discuss "worst poets" or go after each other, which seems to be a popular variety of blood-sport on Mudcat.

The latter will get posts deleted and the thread closed.

And "worst" is based on opinion. Period.


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