Dan's Landing » Poetry http://www.dannyvacar.ca/blog Flying Dan's adventures in the air, on the ground and in between Thu, 27 May 2010 03:47:13 +0000 en hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.0 Limerick-rolled http://www.dannyvacar.ca/blog/limerick-rolled/ http://www.dannyvacar.ca/blog/limerick-rolled/#comments Tue, 15 Apr 2008 05:32:53 +0000 Danny http://www.dannyvacar.ca/blog/?p=242 From LimerickDB limerick #383:

There once was a man named Bertold Who drank beer when the weather grew cold As he reached for his cup… “NEEEEVER GONNA GIVE YOU UP!!!” Oh, snap! You just got limerickrolled!

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]]> From LimerickDB limerick #383:

There once was a man named Bertold
Who drank beer when the weather grew cold
As he reached for his cup…
“NEEEEVER GONNA GIVE YOU UP!!!”
Oh, snap! You just got limerickrolled!

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La Seine a de la chance Elle n’a pas de soucis Elle se la coule douce Le jour comme la nuit Et elle sort de sa source Tout doucement sans bruit Et sans se faire de mousse Sans sortir de son lit Elle s’en va vers la mer En passant par Paris

La Seine a de la chance Elle n’a pas de soucis Et quand [...]]]> by Jacques Prévert

La Seine a de la chance
Elle n’a pas de soucis
Elle se la coule douce
Le jour comme la nuit
Et elle sort de sa source
Tout doucement sans bruit
Et sans se faire de mousse
Sans sortir de son lit
Elle s’en va vers la mer
En passant par Paris

La Seine a de la chance
Elle n’a pas de soucis
Et quand elle se promène
Tout le long de ses quais
Avec sa belle robe verte
Et ses lumières dorées
Notre-Dame jalouse
Immobile et sévère
Du haut de toutes ses pierres
La regarde de travers

Mais la Seine s’en balance
Elle n’a pas de soucis
Elle se la coule douce
Le jour comme la nuit
Et s’en va vers le Havre
Et s’en va vers la mer
En passant comme un rêve
Au milieu des mystères
Des misères de Paris

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If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too: If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, Or being hated, don’t give way [...]]]> by Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same:
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

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Run and tell all of the angels This could take all night Think I need a devil to help me get things right Hook me up a new revolution Cause this one is a lie We sat around laughing and watched the last one die

And I’m looking to the sky to save me Looking for a sign of [...]]]> by the Foo Fighters

Run and tell all of the angels
This could take all night
Think I need a devil to help me get things right
Hook me up a new revolution
Cause this one is a lie
We sat around laughing and watched the last one die

And I’m looking to the sky to save me
Looking for a sign of life
Looking for something to help me burn out bright

I’m looking for a complication
Looking cause I’m tired of lying
Make my way back home when I learn to fly

I think I’m done nursing the patience
It couldn’t wait one night
I’d give it all away if you give me one last try
We’ll live happily ever trapped if you just save my life
Run and tell the angels that everything is alright…

I’m looking to the sky to save me
Looking for a sign of life
Looking for something to help me burn out bright

I’m looking for a complication
Looking cause I’m tired of trying
Make my way back home when I learn to fly
Make my way back home when I learn to

Fly along with me, I can’t quite make it alone
Try to make this life my own

Fly along with me, I can’t quite make it alone
Try to make this life my own

I’m looking to the sky to save me
Looking for a sign of life (sign of life)
Looking for something to help me burn out bright

I’m looking for a complication
Looking cause I’m tired of trying (tired of trying)
Make my way back home when I learn to

I’m looking to the sky to save me
Looking for a sign of life (sign of life)
Looking for something to help me burn out bright

I’m looking for a complication
Looking cause I’m tired of trying
Make my way back home when I learn to fly
Make my way back home when I learn to fly
Make my way back home when I learn to… (Learn to, learn to, learn, to learn to…)

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