ASF Poetry Thread

[chops_a_must]

Here's one for nude girl.

One of my ex-girlfriends, who I was with for a long time, and who I remained closed to after it was over, has been in a coma for the last month. Unfortunately, they haven't been able to bring her out, so it appears she is brain-dead.

Anyway, she was a great poet, so I thought I would post some of the stuff she wrote for me.

Cheers,
Chops.

A Day to Remember

On the 16th of December,
Is a day I’ll always remember.
This is the day we agreed on together,
I’ll remember this day always and forever.

We’ve had our share of ups and downs,
And I know there’s been times I’ve made you frown.
The first year was rough, but we’ve made it through,
The only reason why is because of the Love I have for you.

I never thought I could love someone as much as I Love you,
I’ve proven to myself and hopefully proven it to you too.
From the day I met you, you’ve had a special place in my heart,
Not a day I want to go by and us spend it apart.

All the years before this really seem quite wasted,
Especially since your love I’ve tasted.
All the Love I have for you, you’ll never completely know,
But for the last 365 days I’ve really tried to show.

You truly mean so very much to me,
You’re so incredible, I know you’ll become all you can be.
You’ve made me laugh, you’ve made me cry,
And there’s times that I Love you so much I feel I could die.

This has been one year, all I can pray for is many more,
For the rest of my life this year I will always adore.
The name of this poem is “A Day to Rememer,”
The day I refer to is the 16th of December.

 

[2020hindsight]

sad story bud. she must be young and all. commisserations.
makes you realise how short life is yes?

 

[Nifty]

Heres one of mine

Fetch me the handled vessel
So I may commit plasmatic consummation
Then kiss the maiden who in her country skirts
Came forth from the vineyard
Bearing grapes overflowing in baskets
That in chemical metamorphosis
Will blossom in my senses
Stumbling into dreams

 

[chops_a_must]

sad story bud. she must be young and all. commisserations.
makes you realise how short life is yes?

She must have been brain-dead to go out with me in the first place. Lol!

Jokes aside, there are so many more important things in life than money. You've just got to do all you can for the people you care about while you can. These people's happiness is priceless.

 

[2020hindsight]

There's a quote somewhere, "Salt water is the cure for everything, tears sweat or the sea".

Here's a couple of French songs about sea, sailing etc. one written in 1943 by Charles Trenet, one more recent - could be applied to many "farewell" situations I guess.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/La_mer_(popular_song) "La mer" is a popular song written by French lyricist Charles Trenet (1913 – 2001). It became the basis for the popular song "Beyond the Sea."
It is claimed that Trenet wrote the song with Leo Chauliac in 1943 while riding on a train. It was not until 1946 that he recorded the song.

The english song (Bobby Darin etc) says "We'll meet beyond the sea, and never again go sailing". No such sentiments apparently in the original French version.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KHYj1-3QrrY&mode=related&search= Charles Trenet - La Mer (live Olympia)

LA MER
La mer , Qu'on voit danser le long des golfes clairs, A des reflets d'argent
La mer , Des reflets changeants, Sous la pluie
La mer , Au ciel d'été confond , Ses blancs moutons ,Avec les anges si purs
La mer, bergère d'azur infinie.

Voyez , Près des étangs , Ces grands roseaux mouillés.
Voyez , Ces oiseaux blancs, Et ces maisons rouillées.

La mer , Les a bercés , Le long des golfes clairs, Et d'une chanson d'amour
La mer , A bercé mon cœur pour la vie.

THE SEA (English Translation)
The sea , which we see dancing along the clear gulfs, has silver sparkles.
The sea , has changing sparkles, Under the rain.
The sea, To the summer sky's confuses her white sheep ,With angels so pure.
The sea, Shepherdess of infinite sky.

See , Next to the ponds ,Those tall wet reeds.
See , Those white birds ,And those rusty houses.

The sea , Has rocked them like a baby , Along the clear gulfs
And with a love song The sea , Has rocked my heart for life.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fCW-a_58KqA&NR three videos combined sous le vent Garou Celine Dion

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o0uHHbhn5_s&NR same song, this one's a threesome – trust the French Garou, Elodie & Sophia - Sous le vent

SOUS LE VENT
Et si tu crois que j'ai eu peur, c'est faux
Je donne des vacances a mon coeur, un peu de repos
Et si tu crois que j'ai eu tord, attends
Respire un peu le souffle d'or qui me pousse en avant
Et, fais comme si j'avais pris la mer
J'ai sorti la grande voile et j'ai glisse sous le vent
Fais comme si je quittais la terre
J'ai trouve mon etoile, je l'ai suivie un instant
Sous Le Vent
Et si tu crois que c'est fini, jamais
C'est juste une pause, un repit apres les dangers
Et si tu crois que je t'oubli, ecoute
Ouvre ton port aux vents de la nuit, ferme les yeux

Et fais comme si j'avais etcetc
Sous Le Vent

Et si tu crois que c'est fini, jamais
(Sous le vent)
C'est juste une pause, un repit apres les dangers
Fais comme si j'avais pris la mer
etc
Sous Le Vent

UNDER THE WIND ( Translation: )

And if you think I was frightened
It's not true
I'm giving vacations to my heart
Some rest
And if you think I was wrong
Wait
Breathe a little the golden blast
Which pushes me ahead
And

Do as if I took to the sea
I set the main sail
And I glided with the wind
Do as if I left the ground
I found my star
I followed it for a while
Under the wind

And if you think it's over
Never
It's just a pause, a break
After the dangers

And if you think I forget you
Listen
Open your body to the winds of the night
Close your eyes
And

Do as if I took to the sea , etc......
And if you think it's over , etc ......
Do as if I took to the sea , etc......
Do as if I took to the sea , etc......
….
Under the wind

 

[2020hindsight]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YgSATgDjoJA&NR
I mentioned this one a few posts back - found the song at last.

I WON'T SEND ROSES from the musical Mack and Mabel

I won't send roses, Or hold the door
I won't remember, Which dress you wore
My heart is too much in control
The lack of romance in my soul
Will turn you grey, kid , So stay away, kid

Forget my shoulder , When you're in need
Forgetting birthdays , Is guaranteed
And should I love you, you would be, The last to know
I won't send roses , And roses suit you so

My pace is frantic , My temper's cross
With words romantic, I'm at a loss
I'd be the first one to agree
That I'm preoccupied with me
And it's inbred, kid , So keep your head, kid

In me you'll find things , Like guts and nerve
But not the kind things , That you deserve
And so while there's a fighting chance, Just turn and go
I won't send roses , And roses suit you so.

 

[Garpal Gumnut]

Dear 2020'

For you as requested



They **** you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.

PLarkin

Garpal

 

[2020hindsight]

They **** you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you. ..PLarkin

top stuff m8

Song: Youve Got To Be Carefully Taught Lyrics
Cable:
You've got to be taught
To hate and fear,
You've got to be taught
From year to year,
It's got to be drummed
In your dear little ear
You've got to be carefully taught.

You've got to be taught to be afraid
Of people whose eyes are oddly made,
And people whose skin is a diff'rent shade,
You've got to be carefully taught.

You've got to be taught before it's too late,
Before you are six or seven or eight,
To hate all the people your relatives hate,
You've got to be carefully taught!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BU1FuozjiAg

 

[Garpal Gumnut]

top stuff m8

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BU1FuozjiAg

Dear 2020'

Bravo mate,

Garpal

 

[insider]

I say get over it... make some cash and move out.... That's what I'm doing... I don't play the blame game... remember this

you are the common denominator

so get your life handled... no, whinging just do it

 

[Garpal Gumnut]

Dear Insider,

There is no need to shout.

a poem by Philip Larkin , just for you

Money

Quarterly, is it, money reproaches me:
'Why do you let me lie here wastefully?
I am all you never had of goods and sex.
You could get them still by writing a few cheques.'

So I look at others, what they do with theirs:
They certainly don't keep it upstairs.
By now they've a second house and car and wife:
Clearly money has something to do with life

- In fact, they've a lot in common, if you enquire:
You can't put off being young until you retire,
And however you bank your screw, the money you save
Won't in the end buy you more than a shave.

I listen to money singing. It's like looking down
From long French windows at a provincial town,
The slums, the canal, the churches ornate and mad
In the evening sun. It is intensely sad.

-- Philip Larkin

A couple of notes: "bank your screw" refers to putting your wages in the
bank; this is British slang and no longer current. And the "shave"
referred to is the shave you get from the mortician when you are dead,
to make you look good in the coffin.

Garpal

 

[2020hindsight]

lol, another similar (I forget the author of this rhyming quote - call it a short poem i guess):-
"money talks", i hear some cry ...
I heard it once it said "goodbye"

 

[2020hindsight]

maybe others heard a talk about Furphy on Macca this morning.
I only heard the quote about his motto "until the good was better and until the better best", hence the following.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Furphy
A furphy is Australian slang for a rumour, or an erroneous or improbable story.
An original Furphy. The word is derived from water carts made by a company established by John Furphy: J. Furphy & Sons of Shepparton, Victoria. Many Furphy water carts were used to take water to Australian Army personnel during World War I. The carts, with "J. Furphy & Sons" written on their tanks, became popular as gathering places where soldiers could exchange gossip, rumours and fanciful tales.
..
Originally it was synonymous with "rumour" and "scuttlebutt", but the modern meaning (especially in Australian politics) is "an irrelevant or minor issue raised to specifically divert attention away from the real issue".

THE JOHN FURPHY MOTTO
when the diggers craved discussion, when their brave nerve needed rest
they invented boast and blushin’, cos the cure for fear was jest
and amongst the falling mortar, they were generals (second guessed)
and they’d gather at the watercart, and come back de- possessed.
- and the rumours used to give their lives some zest.

these old tanks were made by Furphy, something like the local well
they were manufactured perfect, - gave the old man pride to sell, -
and the lads would find the pathways to oases in the dell
and they’d walk towards the laughter, and the odd exploding shell –
- and their yarns were even heard by mates who fell.

with the motto on the nametag re-emblazened in their chest
(for these tanks inspired some famous tales, as sun sunk in the west)
their throats would leave the wetter, with their yarns all self-confessed-
“until the good was better and until the better best”
- (while a few came home by letter, , to a man , they came home blessed.)

 

[2020hindsight]

The following poem is English translation and would probably be known to many Philipinos. It was written by Jose Rizal, the first Asian leader to propose non-violent protest against (Spanish) colonialism - ahead of Ghandi - using his writing to awake the sense of freedom in Philipinos.

It was written the night before he was executed by the Spanish (on trumped up charges), aged 35 yrs. (written in Spanish - this is translation)
http://www.ac.wwu.edu/~fasawwu/resources/rizal/my-last-farewell/

MY LAST FAREWELL, By Jose Rizal

Farewell, my adored Land, region of the sun caressed,
Pearl of the Orient Sea, our Eden lost,
With gladness I give you my Life, sad and repressed;
And were it more brilliant, more fresh and at its best,
I would still give it to you for your welfare at most.

On the fields of battle, in the fury of fight,
Others give you their lives without pain or hesitancy,
The place does not matter: cypress laurel, lily white,
Scaffold, open field, conflict or martyrdom's site,
It is the same if asked by home and Country.

I die as I see tints on the sky b'gin to show
And at last announce the day, after a gloomy night;
If you need a hue to dye your matutinal glow,
Pour my blood and at the right moment spread it so,
And gild it with a reflection of your nascent light!

My dreams, when scarcely a lad adolescent,
My dreams when already a youth, full of vigor to attain,
Were to see you, gem of the sea of the Orient,
Your dark eyes dry, smooth brow held to a high planev
Without frown, without wrinkles and of shame without stain.

My life's fancy, my ardent, passionate desire,
Hail! Cries out the soul to you, that will soon part from thee;
Hail! How sweet 'tis to fall that fullness you may acquire;
To die to give you life, 'neath your skies to expire,
And in your mystic land to sleep through eternity !

If over my tomb some day, you would see blow,
A simple humble flow'r amidst thick grasses,
Bring it up to your lips and kiss my soul so,
And under the cold tomb, I may feel on my brow,
Warmth of your breath, a whiff of your tenderness.

Let the moon with soft, gentle light me descry,
Let the dawn send forth its fleeting, brilliant light,
In murmurs grave allow the wind to sigh,
And should a bird descend on my cross and alight,
Let the bird intone a song of peace o'er my site.

Let the burning sun the raindrops vaporize
And with my clamor behind return pure to the sky;
Let a friend shed tears over my early demise;
And on quiet afternoons when one prays for me on high,
Pray too, oh, my Motherland, that in God may rest I.

Pray thee for all the hapless who have died,
For all those who unequalled torments have undergone;
For our poor mothers who in bitterness have cried;
For orphans, widows and captives to tortures were shied,
And pray too that you may see you own redemption.

And when the dark night wraps the cemet'ry
And only the dead to vigil there are left alone,
Don't disturb their repose, don't disturb the mystery:
If you hear the sounds of cithern or psaltery,
It is I, dear Country, who, a song t'you intone.

And when my grave by all is no more remembered,
With neither cross nor stone to mark its place,
Let it be plowed by man, with spade let it be scattered
And my ashes ere to nothingness are restored,
Let them turn to dust to cover your earthly space.

Then it doesn't matter that you should forget me:
Your atmosphere, your skies, your vales I'll sweep;
Vibrant and clear note to your ears I shall be:
Aroma, light, hues, murmur, song, moanings deep,
Constantly repeating the essence of the faith I keep.

My idolized Country, for whom I most gravely pine,
Dear Philippines, to my last goodbye, oh, harken
There I leave all: my parents, loves of mine,
I'll go where there are no slaves, tyrants or hangmen
Where faith does not kill and where God alone does reign.

Farewell, parents, brothers, beloved by me,
Friends of my childhood, in the home distressed;
Give thanks that now I rest from the wearisome day;
Farewell, sweet stranger, my friend, who brightened my way;
Farewell, to all I love. To die is to rest.

[
http://www.univie.ac.at/Voelkerkunde/apsis/aufi/jorizal.htm

Dr. José Rizal
In full, JOSÉ PROTACIO RIZAL MERCADO Y ALONSO REALONDA (born 19 June 1861, Calamba, Philippines- died 30 December 1896, Manila, Philippines), patriot, physician and man of letters whose life and literary works were an inspiration to the Philippine nationalist movement.
Rizal was the son of a prosperous landowner and sugar planter of Chinese-Filipino descent on the island of Luzon. His mother, Teodora Alonso, one of the most highly educated women in the Philippines at that time, exerted a powerful influence on his intellectual development.

He was educated at the Ateneo de Manila and the University of Santo Tomas in Manila. In 1882, he went to study medicine and liberal arts at the University of Madrid. A brilliant student, he soon became the leader of the small community of Filipino students in Spain and committed himself to the reform of Spanish rule in his home country, though he never advocated Philippine independence. The chief enemy of reform, in his eyes, was not Spain, which was going through a profound revolution, but the Franciscan, Augustinian and Dominican friars who held the country in political and economic paralysis.

Rizal continued his medical studies in Paris and Heidelberg. In 1886, he published his first novel in Spanish, Noli Me Tangere, a passionate exposure of the evils of the friars rule, comparable in its effect to Harriet Beecher Stowe's Uncle Tom's Cabin. A sequel, El Filibusterismo, 1891, established his reputation as the leading spokesman of the Philippine reform movement. He annotated an edition in 1890 on Antonio Morga's Sucesos de las Islas Filipinas, which showed that the native people of the Philippines had a long history before the coming of the Spaniards.

He became the leader of the Propaganda Movement, contributing numerous articles to its newspaper, La Solidaridad, published in Barcelona. Rizal's political program, as expressed in the newspaper, included integration of the Philippines as a province of Spain, representation in the Cortes (the Spanish parliament), the replacement of the Spanish friars by the Filipino priests, freedom of assembly and expression, and equality of Filipinos and Spaniards before the law.

Against the advice of his parents and friends, Rizal returned to the Philippines in 1892. He found a nonviolent reform society, La Liga Filipina, in Manila, and was deported to Dapitan, in northwest Mindanao, an island south of the Philippines. He remained in exile for four years, doing scientific research and founding a school and hospital. In 1896, the Katipunan, a nationalist secret society, launched a revolt against Spain. Although he had no connections with that organization or any part in the insurrection, Rizal was arrested and tried for sedition by the military. Found guilty, he wa publicly executed by a firing squad in Manila. His martyrdom convinced Filipinos that there was no alternative to independence from Spain. On the eve of his execution, while confined in Fort Santiago, Rizal wrote Mi Ultimo Adios ("My Last Farewell"), a masterpiece of 19th-century Spanish verse.

http://www.univie.ac.at/Voelkerkunde/apsis/aufi/rizal/rzpoem4.htm
he spent much of his adult life in Spain - studied extensively in medicine, poetry, sculpture, engineering, you name it .

..A plant I am, that scarcely grown,
Was torn from out its Eastern bed,
Where all around perfume is shed,
And life but as a dream is known;
The land that I can call my own,
By me forgotten ne'er to be,
Where trilling birds their song taught me,
And cascades with their ceaseless roar,
And all along the apreading shore
The murmurs of the sounding sea.

While yet in childhood's happy day,
I learned upon its sun to smile,
And in my breast there seems the while
Seething volcanic fires to play.
A bard I was, my wish alway
To call upon the fleeting wind,
With all the force of verse and mind:
"Go forth, and spread around its flame
From zone to zone with glad acclaim,
And earth to heaven together bin ... etc

Philippinos worship this guy
mountains of info here if anyone is interested in reading further:-
http://www.joserizal.ph/in01.html

 

[2020hindsight]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B0yn7nS_wuc Here's a poem by an america's (prior?) poet laureate
different! lol

 

[2020hindsight]

NOTES ON PAYING THE RENT
If you basejump, if you wing it, if you dare things to go wrong
and you dare your soul to sing it, though it may be your last song,
will your chute tear accidental, is this 'bad luck' if it does
or are YOU some yearly rental, in some game of "chase the buzz"
- you were doing what you loved with mates, and that's what fortune does.

If you hangglide mountain ranges where the misty clouds recline
where the colour pattern changes with the arching sun behind
mostly wind like magic pillows - but should gusts blow false to you
are you food for weeping willows, or just rent that's overdue.
- you were doing what you loved wth mates, praps rent was overdue.

If you surf and crash and tumble with white pointer sharks beneath,
when last year one of your number lost a leg to razor teeth
guess it's just like paying rental for the freedom you enjoy
and it's sadly incidental - there's a warning with the toy!
- and it's sad that rent is paid for by this sacrificial boy.

I have stood on sandy beaches and I've deep inhaled the scent,
and I've asked the god of creatures where do I pay back some rent,
rent for lighting up the landscape, rent for warming up the sand
and for phonecalls that are answered, by some friendly landlord's hand.
- but the answer adds "remember! rent is paid in every land."

Then the voice gets sentimental "rent is small for First World days
just be thankful that your rental is one third the Third World pays
yet you help them only rarely? yet you've means and you have ways?
you could share their rent more fairly, help your brother through his maze
- help the odds of his existence, help reduce the rent he pays".

In games of war that pollies play, with others as their pawns
Their questionable "calls to arms" that land us all in thorns,
Again some rental hardly missed, is paid as war day dawns
And "others" make up missing lists, "Another" mother mourns
- from pawn to polished granite, amid well kept tombstone lawns.

Such sadly long term rental and such sadly short term lives
And such questionable motives, as some Pollies life revives.

I wrote this poem leaning against a gum in Kings Park Perth, (dedicated to the memory of a soldier who didn't return) - and looking on a memorial to West Australians who didn't return - one of whom I had given a course of instruction, (and knew well), and two who I buried Please don't question my patriotic credentials.

 

[2020hindsight]

The Money Tree

I'd LIKE a bludy money tree – today! before I’m broke!
a thirty footer fir maybe , or eighty metre oak
or even hek a Christmas pine all laden with its fruit
as long as all the fruit was mine, and all the fruit was loot.

I'd LIKE those 50 dollar leaves, all green and dewdrop laden
or even after autumn thieves leave 20’s red and fadin’
I’d even live with bluey 10’s , or purple fives in droves-
…………
But knowing how the real world wends,
I’ll be happy with some loaves

 

[2020hindsight]

An example of Churchill "Picking the right word"...
(ps maybe skip this unless you are a Churchill fan - or need your positive thinking geed-up lol)
http://www.winstonchurchill.org/i4a/pages/index.cfm?pageid=423

"Never Give In" Speech, October 29, 1941, Harrow School
When Churchill visited Harrow on October 29 to hear the traditional songs again, he discovered that an additional verse had been added to one of them. It ran:

"Not less we praise in darker days
The leader of our nation,
And Churchill's name shall win acclaim
From each new generation.
For you have power in danger's hour
Our freedom to defend, Sir!
Though long the fight we know that right
Will triumph in the end, Sir!

Almost a year has passed since I came down here at your Head Master's kind invitation in order to cheer myself and cheer the hearts of a few of my friends by singing some of our own songs. The ten months that have passed have seen very terrible catastrophic events in the world - ups and downs, misfortunes - but can anyone sitting here this afternoon, this October afternoon, not feel deeply thankful for what has happened in the time that has passed and for the very great improvement in the position of our country and of our home? ........

Another lesson I think we may take, just throwing our minds back to our meeting here ten months ago and now, is that appearances are often very deceptive, and as Kipling well says, we must "…meet with Triumph and Disaster. And treat those two impostors just the same."

You cannot tell from appearances how things will go. Sometimes imagination makes things out far worse than they are; yet without imagination not much can be done. Those people who are imaginative see many more dangers than perhaps exist; certainly many more than will happen; but then they must also pray to be given that extra courage to carry this far-reaching imagination. But for everyone, surely, what we have gone through in this period - I am addressing myself to the School - surely from this period of ten months this is the lesson: never give in, never give in, never, never, never, never-in nothing, great or small, large or petty - never give in except to convictions of honour and good sense. Never yield to force; never yield to the apparently overwhelming might of the enemy. We stood all alone a year ago, and to many countries it seemed that our account was closed, we were finished. All this tradition of ours, our songs, our School history, this part of the history of this country, were gone and finished and liquidated.

Very different is the mood today. .....we now find ourselves in a position where I say that we can be sure that we have only to persevere to conquer.

You sang here a verse of a School Song: you sang that extra verse written in my honour, which I was very greatly complimented by and which you have repeated today. But there is one word in it I want to alter - I wanted to do so last year, but I did not venture to. It is the line: "Not less we praise in darker days."

I have obtained the Head Master's permission to alter darker to sterner. "Not less we praise in sterner days."

Do not let us speak of darker days: let us speak rather of sterner days. These are not dark days; these are great days - the greatest days our country has ever lived; and we must all thank God that we have been allowed, each of us according to our stations, to play a part in making these days memorable in the history of our race.

 

[2020hindsight]

I LOVE THE BUSH.
I love the bush - the way the trees stretch up towards an endless sky
like placards pushing some green freeze – just leave them there to stately die
I doubt that God in Heaven cares if one mere mortal questions why
but maybe sixteen million dare, to fight the greenhouse, fight the dry.

Those gently carbon trading leaves just sucking in and smiling back
those stately limbs that nature weaves where birds and blossoms interact
Like nails into the earth those trunks, that stake their claim for future life
and praps rebirth, like wooden monks, ...
or praps the coffin nails of strife.

(A bloke down the road wants me to plant a coupla trees - to help him with a development application lol - council requirement that he gets 100 trees planted - I said sure !! - then took the dog for a walk in the bush, and got to thinking about trees.

 

[2020hindsight]

Insider, I believe we were talking about "allegorical stories" on another thread . (assuming you can be bothered with this boring stuff, and reading non-trading threads

Here's a quote from that wikipedia site about allegory vs metaphor etc, about Tolkien's opinion of allegory (but I'm damned if I agree with him) :-

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Allegory An allegory (from Greek ἄλλος, "other", and ἀγορεύειν, agoreuein, "to speak in public") is a figurative mode of representation conveying a meaning other than the literal.

Allegory is generally treated as a figure of rhetoric, but an allegory does not have to be expressed in language: it may be addressed to the eye, and is often found in realistic painting, sculpture or some other form of mimetic, or representative art.

The etymological meaning of the word is broader than the common use of the word. Though it is similar to other rhetorical comparisons, an allegory is sustained longer and more fully in its details than a metaphor, and appeals to imagination, while an analogy appeals to reason or logic. The fable or parable is a short allegory with one definite moral.

Since meaningful stories are nearly always applicable to larger issues, allegories may be read into many stories, sometimes distorting their author's overt meaning. For instance, many people have suggested that The Lord of the Rings was an allegory for the World Wars, while in fact it was well under way before the outbreak of World War II and J.R.R. Tolkien's emphatic statement in the introduction to the American edition "It is neither allegorical nor topical....I cordially dislike allegory in all its manifestations, and always have done so since I grew old and wary enough to detect its presence ."

For instance, I personally really like Adam Lindsay Gordon's poem as below:-

YE WEARY WAYFARER, Fytte VI
POTTER's CLAY [An Allegorucal Interlude]

Though the pitcher that goes to the sparkling rill
Too oft gets broken at last,
There are scores of others its place to fill
When its earth to the earth is cast;
Keep that pitcher at home, may it never roam,
but lie like a useless clod,
Yet sooner or later the hour will come
When its chips are thrown to the sod.

Is it wise, then, say, in the waning day,
When the vessel is crack'd and old,
To cherish the battered potters clay ,
As though it were virgin gold?
Take care of yourself, dull, boorish elf,
Though prudent and safe you seem,
Your pitcher will break on the musty shelf
And mine by the dazzling stream.

PS like my son might say - "I metaphor a drink dad, just a drink, that's all - and then the fog closed in, and ..!"