One Ring to Rule Them All

12 by friend:

``From Kaka Hathrasri to Sumitra Nandan Pant, I can jhelo and enjoy everyone..``

friend (and other interested in poetry)

please paste some poems by these and other poets and other potery related articles you like/come across on the poetry thread in the unplugged section...thanks

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Ok ana madam, you win. It is a poem, it is a lullaby ...

I will also add YLHisque

your poem zindabad
my comments mu....

Re: #12

Dear friend,

You`re a poet
And you didn`t know it.

Hey Chowkies, forget the ring. The question is: Got Milk?
Read the blond joke below: (It will give you a few laughs and keep your mind off the impending (?) US-Iraq war for some time.)

A blonde heard that milk baths make you beautiful. So she left a note for
her milkman to leave 15 gallons of milk.

When the milkman read the note, he felt there must be a mistake. He thought she probably meant 1.5 gallons, so he knocked on the door to clarify the point. The blonde came to the door and the milkman said: ``I found your note to leave 15 gallons of milk. Did you mean 15 gallons or 1.5 gallons?``

The blonde said, ``I want 15 gallons. I`m going to fill my bathtub with milk
and take a milk bath.``

The milkman asked, ``Pasteurized?``

The blonde said, ``No just up to my boobs.``

[HEY LADIES?... IS THAT THE SAME LEVEL AS KNEES??? (Ha Ha --I think?)]

I changed my mind again – I don`t think it’s a poem.

This is what I call poetry:

Janoon-e-Ishq meiN gareebaN phaar deta hooN
woh zaalim muskra kar do taropay mar jaati hay.

And there is a challenge if anyone could bring a couplet like this:

Mein maarooN ga mann`a kar usko baybay
Jamala mujh pay thookaiN sooT-ta hay

Here is something for those who are dieting:

Aah bharti hooi ayee ho slimming center
``aah ko chaheeyay ik umar asar honay tak``
Dieting khail nahiN chand dinnoN ka baigum
Ik sadi chaheeyay kamray ko kamar honay tak

Here is another one:

Larki kahaN say laooN meiN shaadi kay wastay
Shayad keh is meiN meray muqaddar ka dosh hay
Azra, nasim, kausar-o-tasneem bhi gayeeN
``Ik Shamma reh gayee hay, so who bhi kh`mosh hay``

And those who are not lamenting as in the poem above, would say:

Meray ghar paanch bachchay ho gayay haiN teen saaloN meiN
Mohabbat ki yahi hay ibted`a to inteha kya hay
Mera hamsaya lay aya hay color tv
Meri beewee nay poocha hay, bata teri raza kya hay.

Ok Ok, its a poem, if you insist, but tell me why I still feel insulted. Here is what I call a poem:



`O WHAT can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
Alone and palely loitering?
The sedge is wither`d from the lake,
nd no birds sing.

`O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
So haggard and so woe-begone?
The squirrel`s granary is full,
And the harvest `s done.

`I see a lily on thy brow
With anguish moist and fever dew
And on thy cheeks a fading rose
fastt withereth too.`

`I met a lady in the meads,
Full beautiful—a faery`s child,
Her hair was long, her foot was light, 15
And her eyes were wild.

`I made a garland for her head,
And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;
She look`d at me as she did love,
And made sweet moan. 20

`I set her on my pacing steed
And nothing else saw all day long,
For sideways would she lean, and sing
A faery`s song.

`She found me roots of relish sweet, 25
And honey wild and manna dew,
And sure in language strange she said,
``I love thee true!``

`She took me to her elfin grot,
And there she wept and sigh`d fill sore; 30
And there I shut her wild, wild eyes
With kisses four.

`And there she lullèd me asleep,
And there I dream`d—Ah! woe betide!
The latest dream I ever dream`d 35
On the cold hill`s side.

`I saw pale kings and princes too,
Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;
They cried—``La belle Dame sans Merci
Hath thee in thrall!`` 40

`I saw their starved lips in the gloam
With horrid warning gapèd wide,
And I awoke and found me here,
On the cold hill`s side.

`And this is why I sojourn here 45
Alone and palely loitering,
Though the sedge is wither`d from the lake,
And no birds sing.`

Las Belle Dame sans Merci by John Keats

#7,#16,#14

wow, I used to read about knights in shining armour coming to the rescue of ... What do I see here? Amazonians, Axa girls, Xena..
Guys jamana badal gaya hai.
(I am tempted to say ``Here I see who? witches on their broom``, but I will get thrashed, so I won`t say that)

Now this is poetry:
`Gaai hamaari mathaa hai
Atal Bihari khaatha hai`

(Election slogan of Cong I)

````But do you know whom I have wed? A red, white and blue American.
I hope to join him in his country soon.````

I think now we know -- whom u have wed -- A red, white and blue American --

Congratulations kaukuB jhumra smith --

btw -- did he `convert`? -- good -- did u `convert`? -- better -- or it`s ``as it is``? -- best!

none of my business? -- I know -- anyway, thanks for the card.

just kidding -- kaukub --

remember -- u r marrying at ur free will -- aren`t u? -- the nuclear incapable mr. smith -- NOT a nuclear capable dimwit called bush -----

NOT an arranged marriage? -- I presume.

a great poem indeed --