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    An LDS haiku (by anonymous):

    Just between us two

    Admit you know it aint true

    No one knows you here
    When a true genius appears, you can know him by this sign: that all the dunces are in a confederacy against him.

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    Quote Originally Posted by SeattleUte View Post
    An LDS haiku (by anonymous):

    Just between us two

    Admit you know it aint true

    No one knows you here
    Hey, nice job SU ....errrr..... anonymous.
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    Quote Originally Posted by SeattleUte View Post
    An LDS haiku (by anonymous):

    Just between us two

    Admit you know it aint true

    No one knows you here
    Well, at least it's poetry and tries to say something, rather than yet another effort at one-upping the wacky irreverence that seems to be so popular here (and which is soooo boring, guys).

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    ee cummings would be proud:

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    Quote Originally Posted by LA Ute View Post
    Well, at least it's poetry and tries to say something, rather than yet another effort at one-upping the wacky irreverence that seems to be so popular here (and which is soooo boring, guys).
    What is this? Grumpy Monday?
    "There is no creature more arrogant than a self-righteous libertarian on the web, am I right? Those folks are just intolerable."
    "It's no secret that the great American pastime is no longer baseball. Now it's sanctimony." -- Guy Periwinkle, The Nix.
    "Juilliardk N I ibuprofen Hyu I U unhurt u" - creekster

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    Quote Originally Posted by TripletDaddy View Post
    ee cummings would be proud:

    prid e is great (stumbling block). seatt
    leUte is a friend to all of us. mikeWAters got

    mad at-

    (DDD). Godfatheravatars. LOST. confu
    s
    ion.

    d
    . .o
    . .w
    . .nf
    . .a . l
    . . .l

    cuf

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    You aren't getting enough credit for this. So I'll give it (grudingly). Brilliant! A masterpiece! (I think cummings was the Jackson Pollack of poetry. I wonder if I'm the only one who ever said that.)
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    Quote Originally Posted by Jeff Lebowski View Post
    What is this? Grumpy Monday?
    Yeah, now that you mention it, probably. It's a cold, blustery rainy day today and people all around me are misbehaving or otherwise disappointing me. So my patience with the tendency here to make light of everything was probably not as durable as it should be.

    I will now go sing a few verses of "There's Sunshine in My Soul."

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    Quote Originally Posted by LA Ute View Post
    Well, at least it's poetry and tries to say something, rather than yet another effort at one-upping the wacky irreverence that seems to be so popular here (and which is soooo boring, guys).
    Tell me about it. Nothing is off limits to some of the clowns on this board.

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    Quote Originally Posted by LA Ute View Post
    It's a cold, blustery rainy day today
    You mean "cold" - it hits the 50's around here, and my wife and daughter are pulling on the snow parkas.

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    An opening hymn - grooving
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    A youth talk - humiliating
    A hired speaker from another ward - stimulating
    An intermediate hymn - arousing
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    A new book of Eliza Snow's poetry from BYU Press.

    It's over 1300 pages long.
    "More crazy people to Provo go than to any other town in the state."
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    My great-grandmother had a book of poetry published. Here is a sample of her work:

    TO MY GRANDMOTHER MARIE GARFF GUDMUNDSON
    WRITTEN BY FANNY GUDMUNDSON BRUNT

    Today we sang the old songs you sang so long ago,
    Today I read your history, proud to let my friends all know
    That in my veins runs noble blood, so fine so pure and true
    Inherited from pioneers, such fearless ones as you.

    All is well, I hear you singing by your campfire on the plains,
    As the darkness of the prairie vibrates the sweet refrains;
    I see your fretful baby nestle closer to your breast,
    As those strains of gentle music, lull the little one to rest.

    I see the baby start with fear get closer, hold you tight,
    As the cry of a hungry wolf pack breaks the stillness of the night,
    Perhaps your heart would start to pound and wake him from his sleep
    A thousand dangers threatened, as your vigil you would keep.

    I see your husband lowered in a hole beside the trail
    Watched by weeping children, and you so weak and frail,
    The spot obliterated, and a few miles farther west,
    In a little prairie grave your tiny girl is laid to rest.

    I see you pushing on your heavy laden cart,
    Laughing talking with your boys, to hide a breaking heart;
    Your hands and face, that in Denmark had been so soft and fair,
    Now calloused, blistered, bleeding, and tanned by sun and desert air.

    How the memory of your homeland must have caused your blood to burn,
    Comparing this with life back home, if you would but return;
    But you kept your face turned westward, praying for a helping hand
    To guide you and your hungry boys into the Promised Land.

    And then your reach that summit of that last steep rocky hill,
    And you look down in the valley, barren, desolate, and still,
    As you viewed that land of promise you had come so far to gain,
    Ah, Grandma, did your heart ache, did you whimper and complain?

    No, bravely down the mountain side with blistered feet you go,
    Cheered by smoke from chimneys in some mud roofed huts below,
    That curling smoke, and those little huts, and the fragrance in the air,
    Bespoke of warmth and friendship, that pilgrims long to share.

    To the mountain tops of Zion, you had wandered from afar,
    Security and freedom had been your guiding star,
    But when you go to bed that night, weary sore and weak,
    Your bed is made among strangers, whose tongue you cannot speak.

    A frail little Danish mother, with hand unused to work,
    Must feed four husky hungry boys, you must not could not shirk,
    Your money gone and nothing left to feed the little breed,
    Your dear dead baby’s precious clothes were traded off for food.

    Volumes could be written on the hardships that you bore,
    Sometimes it seemed the heavens were sealed, and your prayers were heard no more.
    The faith that had sustained you through those long, long weary miles,
    Was often weakened, almost lost through unexpected trials.

    You passed by ninety milestones, never reached a place of fame,
    But you left a great posterity, who honors your dear name.
    No earthly goods you left behind, to cause discord or strife,
    No bells tolled, nor flags flew half mast, when you passed out of life.

    The world moved on without a pause, and when your bit of clay,
    Was tucked back into mother earth, and the mourners went their way,
    Me thinks I hear the angel ushers, there at Heavens Gate,
    Say, “Welcome, and well done Marie, take your place among the great!”
    http://colesherd.wetpaint.com/page/Gen-Garff-Gudmundsen

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    Quote Originally Posted by Solon View Post
    A new book of Eliza Snow's poetry from BYU Press.

    It's over 1300 pages long.
    That's an awful lot of Eliza R. Snow.

    For those interested, LDS Radio has a podcast on-line of an interview with Jill Mulvay Derr, one of the authors of that book. Description:

    Jill Mulvay Derr is director of the Church History Research and Development Division in the Church History Department. Jill recently completed a study of Eliza R. Snow and the record she kept of the Relief Society meetings in Nauvoo. At the age of 38 years old, Eliza R. Snow was called as the secretary of the female Relief Society of Nauvoo in 1842. She recorded the proceedings of 19 of the 33 recorded meetings. She created, preserved, and shared this book of records to create meaning and ensure memories of the Relief Society origins.

    If you have a few minutes and are so inclined, give a listen. I was really surprised (pleasantly) at Derr's level of candor and openness, given her position.
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    Quote Originally Posted by Indy Coug View Post
    An opening hymn - grooving
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    A youth talk - humiliating
    A hired speaker from another ward - stimulating
    An intermediate hymn - arousing
    An unbuttoned blouse
    Bodies become one



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    Quote Originally Posted by UtahDan View Post
    What have you done with Indy?
    my thoughts exactly

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    Quote Originally Posted by RoseBud View Post
    my thoughts exactly
    Would you like more poetry?

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    Quote Originally Posted by TripletDaddy View Post
    ee cummings would be proud:

    prid e is great (stumbling block). seatt
    leUte is a friend to all of us. mikeWAters got

    mad at-

    (DDD). Godfatheravatars. LOST. confu
    s
    ion.

    d
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    I hadn't seen this until now. e.e. cummings is one of my favorites. I have seduced Mrs. wuapinmon with cummings many times. This poem is a solid homage.

    A+!
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    Quote Originally Posted by Indy Coug View Post
    Would you like more poetry?
    Mmmm... mmmm... yes please -- especially if it's of the caliber of the other poems on this thread.

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    Quote Originally Posted by RoseBud View Post
    Mmmm... mmmm... yes please -- especially if it's of the caliber of the other poems on this thread.
    I couldn't be bothered. I hate poetry.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Indy Coug View Post
    I couldn't be bothered. I hate poetry.
    Shocker....

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    If I hear that damn poem "Footprints" recited one more time in Sacramental Meeting, I am leaving the church...

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    Quote Originally Posted by SuperGabers View Post
    If I hear that damn poem "Footprints" recited one more time in Sacramental Meeting, I am leaving the church...
    I knew you were looking for an out!
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    Well, because he thought it was good sport. Because some men aren't looking for anything logical, like money. They can't be bought, bullied, reasoned, or negotiated with. Some men just want to watch the world burn.

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    Quote Originally Posted by DrumNFeather View Post
    I knew you were looking for an out!
    heh heh heh....

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    Quote Originally Posted by SuperGabers View Post
    If I hear that damn poem "Footprints" recited one more time in Sacramental Meeting, I am leaving the church...
    Isn't that by C.S. Lewis?
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    Quote Originally Posted by wuapinmon View Post
    Isn't that by C.S. Lewis?
    I thought it was T.S. Elliott. Or maybe Poe?
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    Quote Originally Posted by il Padrino Ute View Post
    I thought it was T.S. Elliott. Or maybe Poe?
    If he were Mormon:

    "The Battle Hymn of Elder J. Alfred Prufrock"

    LET us go then, you and I,
    When the pamphlet is spread out against the tablecloth
    Like a tract unfolded upon a table;
    Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
    The muttering retreats
    Of restless investigators in one-room cheap hovels
    And questionable restaurants with garbage pails:
    Streets that follow like a tedious argument
    Of theological intent
    To lead you to a baptismal covenant …
    Let us get on with it,
    Let us go and make our visit.

    In the room, the elders come and go
    Talking of Mahonri Moriancumr.
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    Quote Originally Posted by il Padrino Ute View Post
    I thought it was T.S. Elliott. Or maybe Poe?
    Well it darn sure wasn't Kristofferson.

    When I was a freshman at Ricks, I was on the newspaper staff for a semester. One night, I get a call from the editor who is in a panic and needs something by the next morning. I wrote a cheezy poem for her and it was published in the paper that week.

    Fast forward 15 years, and my wife is the YW president. She's looking at some YW site and sees this poem posted online and women commenting on how touching it was. I knew I'd be famous someday.

    I'm not posting it here because 1) it has my name on it, and 2) I don't want you people to know I'm capable of writing such drivel.

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    Quote Originally Posted by cowboy View Post
    Well it darn sure wasn't Kristofferson.

    When I was a freshman at Ricks, I was on the newspaper staff for a semester. One night, I get a call from the editor who is in a panic and needs something by the next morning. I wrote a cheezy poem for her and it was published in the paper that week.

    Fast forward 15 years, and my wife is the YW president. She's looking at some YW site and sees this poem posted online and women commenting on how touching it was. I knew I'd be famous someday.

    I'm not posting it here because 1) it has my name on it, and 2) I don't want you people to know I'm capable of writing such drivel.
    Do you ever do Cowboy Poetry? Some of those guys are a hoot.

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    Quote Originally Posted by YOhio View Post
    Do you ever do Cowboy Poetry? Some of those guys are a hoot.
    I've written a few cowboy poems, but none of them are funny. I have a hired man who recites cowboy poetry all the time. If Elko wasn't such a crap hole in January, I'd take a trip out there for the cowboy gathering.

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