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you're right....I've never read it either...but I hear it's good.

@ Barta thnx for the link. <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />

@ faile

Thanx for the title. It is really a good book. I have read it when I was younger and I find that it is a classic. <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />

One of my favourite poems is still one I have written 1986/87 myself. This is the version from 1991 as appeared in the "Abitur"-Zeitung [the Abitur ("Abi") is the last grade you can receive in a German school which allows you to visit University] :


THE TUNE (ABI-Zeitungs-Version)

I have seen the sun rising,
I've heard it all in the tune.
I've seen it again and again;
I've heardit all in the tune.

I have seen the stars rising,
Like starlight the music was (I heard);
I've seen them again and again;
I've heard it all in the tune.

I have seen the sun rising,
I remembered I had heard it in the Tune before;
I have seen it again and again,
I have heard it in the Tune.

I like your poem Alrik.

I just remember that Setharmon had written a lovely poem in the thread "A poem for a heart ?"

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~~for someone special~~

When I first saw you...
I was afraid to meet you.
When I first met you...
I was afraid to kiss you.
When I first kissed you...
I was afraid to love you.
And now that I love you...
I am afraid to lose you.
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Just don't quote me on that.
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Sorry Setharmon i quoted you !
I hope that you will be back soon.

The whole thread :
http://www.larian.com/ubbthreads/sh...Main=76774&Search=true#Post76774

Barta

Abort, Retry, Ignore?
- Author unknown

Once upon a midnight dreary, fingers cramped and vision bleary,
System manuals piled high and wasted paper on the floor,
Longing for the warmth of bed sheets, still I sat there doing spreadsheets.
Having reached the bottom line I took a floppy from the drawer,
I then invoked the SAVE command and waited for the disk to store,
Only this and nothing more.

Deep into the monitor peering, long I sat there wond'ring, fearing,
Doubting, while the disk kept churning, turning yet to churn some more.
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token.
"Save!" I said, "You cursed mother! Save my data from before!"
One thing did the phosphors answer, only this and nothing more,
Just, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"

Was this some occult illusion, some maniacal intrusion?
These were choices undesired, ones I'd never faced before.
Carefully I weighed the choices as the disk made impish noises.
The cursor flashed, insistent, waiting, baiting me to type some more.
Clearly I must press a key, choosing one and nothing more,
From "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"

With fingers pale and trembling, slowly toward the keyboard bending,
Longing for a happy ending, hoping all would be restored,
Praying for some guarantee, timidly, I pressed a key.
But on the screen there still persisted words appearing as before.
Ghastly grim they blinked and taunted, haunted, as my patience wore,
Saying "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"

I tried to catch the chips off guard, and pressed again, but twice as hard.
I pleaded with the cursed machine: I begged and cried and then I swore.
Now in mighty desperation, trying random combinations,
Still there came the incantation, just as senseless as before.
Cursor blinking, angrily winking, blinking nonsense as before.
Reading, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"

There I sat, distraught, exhausted, by my own machine accosted.
Getting up I turned away and paced across the office floor.
And then I saw a dreadful sight: a lightning bolt cut through the night.
A gasp of horror overtook me, shook me to my very core.
The lightning zapped my previous data, lost and gone forevermore.
Not even, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"

To this day I do not know the place to which lost data go.
What demonic nether world us wrought where lost data will be stored,
Beyond the reach of mortal souls, beyond the ether, into black holes?
But sure as there's C, Pascal, Lotus, Ashton-Tate and more,
You will be one day be left to wander, lost on some Plutonian shore,
Pleading, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"

Not bad : It reminds me of The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe ... <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/delight.gif" alt="" />

@Alrik: Right you are! <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/up.gif" alt="" /> It's one of many written "to the tune" of Poe's The Raven, and it scans better than most... As well as striking a fearful chord for us long-time computer users! <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/delight.gif" alt="" />

<img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/delight.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/up.gif" alt="" /> Rince
Kiya

Alfred Lord Tennyson (1809-1892)

from The Princess

The splendour falls on castle walls
And snowy summits old in story:
The long light shakes across the lakes,
And the wild cataract leaps in glory.
Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying,
Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.

O hark, O hear! how thin and clear,
And thinner, clearer, farther going!
O sweet and far from cliff and scar
The horns of Elfland faintly blowing!
Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying:
Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.

O love, they die in yon rich sky,
They faint on hill or field or river:
Our echoes roll from soul to soul,
And grow for ever and for ever.
Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying,
And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying.

Shall I reprise my poem: 'BeeGee Confronts Zandalor'?

<img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/offtopic.gif" alt="" /> Sorry to interupt... <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />
Yes - Anne of Green Gables did reciete the Highwayman at the Sands Hotel...And, other song Loreena sang that Anne reads - The Lady of Shallot. (One of my favorite peoms...also by Tennyson...and the painting by Waterhouse is wonderful too)
Faile - they are wonderful books...timeless.
The movies have Meagan Follows as Anne - thay are the best thing CBC has ever done in a movie! <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" /> They make me cry everytime i see them! Rent them if you havn't seen them!

Oh I have seen the movie. I cryed so much! It is really very nice work <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/up.gif" alt="" />

Ok so to get back on topic

WHAT THE HEART OF THE YOUNG MAN SAID TO THE PSALMIST.

Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.

Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.

Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.

In the world's broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!

Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act,--act in the living Present!
Heart within, and God o'erhead!

Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time;--

Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.

Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.

H.W. Longfellow

One of my favourite:

EVEN A MAN, WHO IS PURE IN HEART AND SAYS HIS PRAYERS BY NIGHT,
MAY BECOME A WOLF WHEN THE WOLF-BANE BLOOMS
AND THE AUTUMN MOON IS BRIGHT


This is finnish, don't know who has writed.

Yö saapui ja täysikuu nousi puiden ylle valaisten maan aavemaiseksi päiväksi, alkukantaisuuden voima pysyi elossa, uskollisuus ja omistautuminen olivat sen, silti se säilytti viileytensä ja oveluutensa ja erämaan syvyydestä kuului yhä kutsu.

And if there has been such bad luck that someone doesn't know finnish language <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/evilgrin1.gif" alt="" />, here is a translation:

Night came and the full moon raised above the trees illuminating the earth as a ghostly day,
the power of primitiveness stayed alive, loyalty and dedication were its, still it retained
its coolness and cunning, and from the depths of the wilderness was still heard a call.

Loved the poem Rince. (Abort, retry, ignore)

I myself am a fan of short verses, like Faile.

There was an old lady from Kent
Who Fa*ted wherever she went
She went to the fair
And dropped a few there
So they plugged up her ar*e with cement

Apologies for lowering the tone but Limericks are poems too. <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/biggrin.gif" alt="" />
Womble, LMAO.

pull ourselves together
flooding the horizon comes another
long dark cold winter

she descended upon
the community called the forum
with her came the sun

but that was ... how long has it been?
kindness, love, laughter shared still warms though memory dims
but lost we are now it seems

ascended elsewhere, will she return again?
to lead us gently with visions & helping hands
so goodbye & bless u, kiya, our dear dear friend


for kiya, one of the kindest person i've ever met online.

Beautiful, janggut.
I feel the same.

here here!... pip pip, and all that!! <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/up.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/biggrin.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/wave.gif" alt="" />
*applauds loudly* <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/kitty.gif" alt="" />

Good. (I cannot say more, because there are no words to express what I feel about this poem. <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/winkwink.gif" alt="" /> )

@ Janggut you are simply great.