Mystery Poet

MyNecroticSnail

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What famous genius wrote? Can you guess?

Whence did all that fury come?
From empty tomb or Virgin womb?
Saint Joseph thought the world would melt
But liked the way his finger smelt.
 
do I get a prize for saying it's Yeat's A Stick Of Incense?
 
MyNecroticSnail said:
What famous genius wrote? Can you guess?

Whence did all that fury come?
From empty tomb or Virgin womb?
Saint Joseph thought the world would melt
But liked the way his finger smelt.


W.B Yeats

;)
 
this one ?????????

And when you sigh from kiss to kiss
I hear white Beauty sighing, too,
For hours when all must fade like dew....
 
you two guys Googled . . . admit it. :D

there are no secrets in the world, anymore.

somewhere, on the web, if you look hard enough, you can find a naked picture of your own ass . . . even if one has never been taken.
 
MyNecroticSnail said:
What famous genius wrote? Can you guess?
You may want to add "Give it your best guess. This isn't a game of who can google the fastest."
Or you may not want to add that. I had to google. :D
 
TheRainMan said:
you two guys Googled . . . admit it. :D

there are no secrets in the world, anymore.

somewhere, on the web, if you look hard enough, you can find a naked picture of your own ass . . . even if one has never been taken.
Ha ha! I just said something too about googling. I need my google. lol

Pat, I found a naked pic of your ass.
 
vampiredust said:
do I get a prize for saying it's Yeat's A Stick Of Incense?
Your good!!! It is a good case of the title really saving the poem. Couldn't believe he had it in him.
Here's a rose :rose:
 
RhymeFairy said:
this one ?????????

And when you sigh from kiss to kiss
I hear white Beauty sighing, too,
For hours when all must fade like dew....
same guy? :nana:
 
MyNecroticSnail said:
same guy? :nana:

and a :rose: for you too ~ ;)

Same guy, ppfftt. A magnificent guy. :D


( OK, I am woman enough to admit ... I googled and loved it. :catroar: )
 
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You who led me by the nose,
I saw you as you were.
Then I thought of your body
as one thinks of murder . . .


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