kendoddsdadsdogsdead Posted May 17, 2017 Share Posted May 17, 2017 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 DisasterAnd treat those two impostors just the same;If you can bear to hear the truth you've spokenTwisted 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-throw,And lose, and start again at your beginningsAnd never breathe a word about your loss;If you can force your heart and nerve and sinewTo serve your turn long after they are gone,And so hold on when there is nothing in youExcept 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 minuteWith 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 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
S36 OWL Posted May 17, 2017 Share Posted May 17, 2017 Brilliant Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
kendoddsdadsdogsdead Posted May 17, 2017 Author Share Posted May 17, 2017 Says it all really. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Davetherave Posted May 17, 2017 Share Posted May 17, 2017 ah ah Kipling ..... onward and upward Owls. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
RenishawOwl Posted May 17, 2017 Share Posted May 17, 2017 1 minute ago, Davetherave said: ah ah Kipling ..... onward and upward Owls. What's cakes got to do with it? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Havin-a-hoot Posted May 17, 2017 Share Posted May 17, 2017 I've got this on my wall, powerful stuff Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sonofbert2 Posted May 17, 2017 Share Posted May 17, 2017 Not bad that but he's no lmc is he? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lombardo Posted May 17, 2017 Share Posted May 17, 2017 16 minutes ago, Davetherave said: ah ah Kipling ..... onward and upward Owls. Do you like Kipling?? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
spike1867 Posted May 17, 2017 Share Posted May 17, 2017 Not in the same league in terms of poetry but still I like this one (and before Matt Damon ever made a movie about the South African rugby team!). Ironically first published the year the Football League was founded. Out of the night which covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeoning of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds, and shall find me, unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul. -William Ernest Henley 1888 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
spike1867 Posted May 17, 2017 Share Posted May 17, 2017 Or maybe this is more appropriate? It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat. -Theodore Roosevelt 1910 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The only way is S6 Posted May 17, 2017 Share Posted May 17, 2017 I was expecting a photo of Kojak Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
royalowlisback Posted May 17, 2017 Share Posted May 17, 2017 Thought it was gonna be about bluetones. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MAL Posted May 17, 2017 Share Posted May 17, 2017 46 minutes ago, Davetherave said: ah ah Kipling ..... onward and upward Owls. Kipling, bah. I was expecting Telly Savalas Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ChapSmurf Posted May 17, 2017 Share Posted May 17, 2017 (edited) 50 minutes ago, kendoddsdadsdogsdead said: 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 DisasterAnd treat those two impostors just the same;If you can bear to hear the truth you've spokenTwisted 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-throw, t o s sAnd lose, and start again at your beginningsAnd never breathe a word about your loss;If you can force your heart and nerve and sinewTo serve your turn long after they are gone,And so hold on when there is nothing in youExcept 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 minuteWith 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 Without a doubt, my favourite song by Bread - whoever the flip they are. I had to search for a song called "If" because I couldn't think of one and they came up. I don't know much about poetry - who really does - but Kipling's If is without a doubt my favourite. Followed closely by Daffodils by Wordsworth. Edit: I don't believe this. OT has actually sanistised this poem. For the love of God....... Edited May 17, 2017 by ChapSmurf Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Havin-a-hoot Posted May 17, 2017 Share Posted May 17, 2017 I feel that Tennyson's Ulysses belongs here (Bolded bits for the particularly meaningful bits for our situation) There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail: There gloom the dark, broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with me— That ever with a frolic welcome took The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed Free hearts, free foreheads—you and I are old; Old age hath yet his honour and his toil; Death closes all: but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods. The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks: The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, 'T is not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down: It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles, whom we knew. Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho' We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are; One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield. - Alfred Lord Tennyson Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
JoeMaloney92 Posted May 17, 2017 Share Posted May 17, 2017 Thought this was the poem from the Plus Net advert then... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Inspector Lestrade Posted May 17, 2017 Share Posted May 17, 2017 Prefer his cakes to be honest, exceedingly good. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
the mighty wednesday Posted May 17, 2017 Share Posted May 17, 2017 Have to laugh at the swear filter changing "pitch and t o s s" to pitch and throw. Kipling and Daffodils..are we going soft...cupcakes and pansies! If is a cracking poem but I'm waiting for asteener to come up with something better...no pressure Andy !! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
helmut_rooster Posted May 17, 2017 Share Posted May 17, 2017 1 hour ago, kendoddsdadsdogsdead said: 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 DisasterAnd treat those two impostors just the same;If you can bear to hear the truth you've spokenTwisted 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-throw,And lose, and start again at your beginningsAnd never breathe a word about your loss;If you can force your heart and nerve and sinewTo serve your turn long after they are gone,And so hold on when there is nothing in youExcept 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 minuteWith 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 ENGLAND WILL BE PLAYING 4,4,FÚCKÍNG 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MAL Posted May 17, 2017 Share Posted May 17, 2017 There comes a point in life when No compromise seems too large If it dulls the ache of being alone. There comes a moment in growth when Memories are deceptive and Lure us back to seasons of embittering pain. There comes a fork in the road that Forces us to choose whether we will have the Freedom of courage or crippling fear. There comes a stirring in our soul that Whispers of journeys worth daring because We have faith that love Rewards the brave. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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