Who Is Your Favorite Poet??

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Who is Your Favorite Poet? Or Favorite Writer??
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  • Profile picture of the author Patrician
    Bob Dylan
    Allen Ginsburg
    Oswald Chambers
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  • I like that guy who writes about Nantucket a lot...I can't think of his name, but they all start:

    There once was a girl from Nantucket...
    -or-
    There once was a man from Nantucket...

    Why, he's probably even more famous than Carl Sandburg...
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    • Profile picture of the author MissTerraK
      At the moment it is Dr. Seuss.

      I find it awesome that he can tell a complete story all in rhyme. It's a fun thing to read to the grand-kiddies too.

      As a matter of fact, I found them such fun, I recently have written two short stories for them Dr. Seuss style.

      Terra
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    • Profile picture of the author yukon
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      Originally Posted by MoneyMagnetMagnate View Post

      I like that guy who writes about Nantucket a lot...I can't think of his name, but they all start:

      There once was a girl from Nantucket...
      -or-
      There once was a man from Nantucket...

      Why, he's probably even more famous than Carl Sandburg...

      Andrew Dice Clay?
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  • Profile picture of the author yukon
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    Antigonish - Hughes Mearns


    Yesterday, upon the stair,
    I met a man who wasn't there
    He wasn't there again today
    I wish, I wish he'd go away...

    When I came home last night at three
    The man was waiting there for me
    But when I looked around the hall
    I couldn't see him there at all!
    Go away, go away, don't you come back any more!
    Go away, go away, and please don't slam the door... (slam!)

    Last night I saw upon the stair
    A little man who wasn't there
    He wasn't there again today
    Oh, how I wish he'd go away
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  • Profile picture of the author HeySal
    There was a young man named Thor
    He nailed his kids to the floor
    He then stuck a knife
    through the heart of his wife
    And said "hope the neighbors aren't sore.

    UM.........me, I guess.
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    Sal
    When the Roads and Paths end, learn to guide yourself through the wilderness
    Beyond the Path

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  • Profile picture of the author hardraysnight
    my favourite poet is annonymous

    there were once two cats of kilkenny
    who each thought there was one cat too many
    so the swallowed and they bit
    they fought and they fit
    until, except for their tails and the tips of their tails
    instead two cats of kilkenny
    there werent any

    - annonymous
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  • Profile picture of the author whateverpedia
    A certain young gal once begat
    Three sons named Nit, Nat and Tat
    "It was fun in the breeding
    But hell in the feeding"
    'Cause she didn't have a tit for Tat.

    You can't beat the classics.
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    Why do garden gnomes smell so bad?
    So that blind people can hate them as well.
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  • Profile picture of the author cuccu88
    I loved Emily Dickinson
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  • Profile picture of the author Jesse L
    Robert Frost...

    Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
    And sorry I could not travel both
    And be one traveler, long I stood
    And looked down one as far as I could
    To where it bent in the undergrowth;

    Then took the other, as just as fair,
    And having perhaps the better claim
    Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
    Though as for that the passing there
    Had worn them really about the same,

    And both that morning equally lay
    In leaves no step had trodden black.
    Oh, I marked the first for another day!
    Yet knowing how way leads on to way
    I doubted if I should ever come back.

    I shall be telling this with a sigh
    Somewhere ages and ages hence:
    Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
    I took the one less traveled by,
    And that has made all the difference.
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    The difference between a successful person and others is not a lack of strength, not a lack of knowledge, but rather a lack of will. – Vince Lambardi

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  • Profile picture of the author dallas playboy
    " An aged man is but a paltry thing, a tattered coat upon a stick
    unless soul clap its hands and sings. "

    Willian Butler Yeats

    " Poems are made by fools like me, but only GOD can make a tree"

    Joyce Kilmer
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    • Profile picture of the author hisuccess
      I love Thiruvalluvar.
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