Brit/pol/ American Women love Black Irish edition

I BIN LONGDONG

poetryfoundation.org/poems/43822/and-thou-art-dead-as-young-and-fair

Seriously Eddie I'm.worried for you

>Mental health helpline
030O304700O

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I
When the lamp is shattered
The light in the dust lies dead—
When the cloud is scattered
The rainbow’s glory is shed.
When the lute is broken,
Sweet tones are remembered not;
When the lips have spoken,
Loved accents are soon forgot.

II
As music and splendor
Survive not the lamp and the lute,
The heart’s echoes render
No song when the spirit is mute:—
No song but sad dirges,
Like the wind through a ruined cell,
Or the mournful surges
That ring the dead seaman’s knell.

III
When hearts have once mingled
Love first leaves the well-built nest;
The weak one is singled
To endure what it once possessed.
O Love! who bewailest
The frailty of all things here,
Why choose you the frailest
For your cradle, your home, and your bier?

IV
Its passions will rock thee
As the storms rock the ravens on high;
Bright reason will mock thee,
Like the sun from a wintry sky.
From thy nest every rafter
Will rot, and thine eagle home
Leave thee naked to laughter,
When leaves fall and cold winds come.

>tfw only 5.5x inches and still a virgin at 28
I feel my dick is too small to please a woman

BUT AV U BIN KONGFONG

bots & schizos
shicoz & bots
undermine your liberty
try dictate your thoughts

>Shelley
I recognise that one.

What happens here,who will be on top

Why art thou yet so fair? shall I believe
That unsubstantial death is amorous,
And that the lean abhorred monster keeps
Thee here in dark to be his paramour?
For fear of that, I still will stay with thee;
And never from this palace of dim night
Depart again: here, here will I remain
With worms that are thy chamber-maids; O, here
Will I set up my everlasting rest,
And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars
From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last!
Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, O you
The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss
A dateless bargain to engrossing death!
Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide!
Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on
The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark!
Here's to my love!

AV ALSER BIN BUNGKUCK

yeah probably, even asian birds wont be happy with it

Eddie this is fucking hilarious bit get help before you try sailing your vessel in the Mersey

WHA BOWT MINGMONDS

Is he going to be the next Prime Minister?

It shows that no one is doing better than anyone else. If everyone is moving at the same rate, it's due to the wider global economy doing something.

Thats what your tongues for, mate.

>The heart’s echoes render
>No song when the spirit is mute:—

>Why choose you the frailest
>For your cradle, your home, and your bier?

>Bright reason will mock thee,
>Like the sun from a wintry sky.
>From thy nest every rafter
>Will rot

mine isn’t that big either Aussie bro. dw about it. your size is not why you are a virgin - only because you care about it is the reason.
calm down Eddie D:

or is this man going to oust Mummy?

dumb frogposter

Literal Victorian England steretype

>6 seconds to reply

NO FUCKING OFF
I'M SAVING BRITAIN

Oh fuck it was 16 seconds
JUST

A willy in ur bum MUM
A baby in ur tum MUM
look what you've done MUM

Bum, MUM, tum

...

post relatable feels poems please
all hq so far

I only knew what hunted thought
Quickened his step, and why
He looked upon the garish day
With such a wistful eye;
The man had killed the thing he loved
And so he had to die.

Yet each man kills the thing he loves
By each let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword!

Some kill their love when they are young,
And some when they are old;
Some strangle with the hands of Lust,
Some with the hands of Gold:
The kindest use a knife, because
The dead so soon grow cold.

Some love too little, some too long,
Some sell, and others buy;
Some do the deed with many tears,
And some without a sigh:
For each man kills the thing he loves,
Yet each man does not die...

youtube.com/watch?v=OEunVObSnVM

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H E L P

AV U BIN HRONKON
I BIN HENGKONG
AV U BIN HINGBONG
I BIN KINGDING

poetryfoundation.org/poems/44885/annabel-lee

poetryfoundation.org/poems/47548/acquainted-with-the-night

Rachel's Tomb
Nicholas Michell
What mouldering pile near Ephrath stands alone,
With dome-shaped top, and base of massy stone?
Rude is the chamber where her bones repose,
Yet here, 'tis said, fair Rachel's pillar rose.
Ah! sad her fate in Nature's pangs to die;
To sorrowing friends I hear her parting sigh;
I see her husband's woe, his streaming tear,
His last fond kiss before he laid her here,
His anguished brow, where smiles no more would be,
For ne'er was wife, poor Rachel! loved like thee.

height of blackpill

I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain—and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.

I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.

I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,

But not to call me back or say good-bye;
And further still at an unearthly height,
One luminary clock against the sky

Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night.

10/10

Miss World

Yeats was a Deano apologist

Weep no more, woeful shepherds, weep no more,
For Lycidas, your sorrow, is not dead,
Sunk though he be beneath the wat'ry floor;
So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed,
And yet user repairs his drooping head,
And tricks his beams, and with new spangled ore
Flames in the forehead of the morning sky:
So Lycidas sunk low, but mounted high
Through the dear might of him that walk'd the waves;
Where, other groves and other streams along,
With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves,
And hears the unexpressive nuptial song,
In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love.
There entertain him all the Saints above,
In solemn troops, and sweet societies,
That sing, and singing in their glory move,
And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Now, Lycidas, the shepherds weep no more:
Henceforth thou art the Genius of the shore,
In thy large recompense, and shalt be good
To all that wander in that perilous flood.

Holy Jesus Christ is that shopped?If not he is the only good leftist out there.He truly doesn't look like Champagne Socialist but a working class person

100% Irish blood here I’m just gonna say I have green eyes red hair and my two brothers have blonde hair and blue eyes. I’ve also got pink nipples so you gonna tell me I’m black? Fuck off shitskin

lonely feels

No you don't lol

Remind me not, remind me not,
Of those beloved, those vanish'd hours,
When all my soul was given to thee;
Hours that may never be forgot,
Till Time unnerves our vital powers,
And thou and I shall cease to be.

Can I forget---canst thou forget,
When playing with thy golden hair,
How quick thy fluttering heart did move?
Oh! by my soul, I see thee yet,
With eyes so languid, breast so fair,
And lips, though silent, breathing love.

When thus reclining on my breast,
Those eyes threw back a glance so sweet,
As half reproach'd yet rais'd desire,
And still we near and nearer prest,
And still our glowing lips would meet,
As if in kisses to expire.

And then those pensive eyes would close,
And bid their lids each other seek,
Veiling the azure orbs below;
While their long lashes' darken'd gloss
Seem'd stealing o'er thy brilliant cheek,
Like raven's plumage smooth'd on snow.

I dreamt last night our love return'd,
And, sooth to say, that very dream
Was sweeter in its phantasy,
Than if for other hearts I burn'd,
For eyes that ne'er like thine could beam
In Rapture's wild reality.

Then tell me not, remind me not,
Of hours which, though for ever gone,
Can still a pleasing dream restore,
Till Thou and I shall be forgot,
And senseless, as the mouldering stone
Which tells that we shall be no more.

no

when mary thought of fankenstein
her thoughts belonged to her
then bots arrived
and ruled her mind
and drove her to despair
take this blackpill
you'll' feel no ill
and then no longer care

stand up stand up
brave british men
stand up do not despair

stand up speak free
you cannot see
your thoughts fly in the air

Lovely Yeats lyric-

A mermaid found a swimming lad,
Picked him for her own,
Pressed her body to his body,
Laughed; and plunging down
Forgot in cruel happiness
That even lovers drown.

At last the secret is out, as it always must come in the end,
The delicious story is ripe to tell to the intimate friend;
Over the tea-cups and in the square the tongue has its desire;
Still waters run deep, my dear, there’s never smoke without fire.
Behind the corpse in the reservoir, behind the ghost on the links,
Behind the lady who dances and the man who madly drinks,
Under the look of fatigue, the attack of migraine and the sigh
There is always another story, there is more than meets the eye.
For the clear voice suddenly singing, high up on the cement wall,
The scent of the elder bushes, the sporting prints in the hall,
The croquet matches in summer, the handshake, the cough, the kiss,
There is always a wicked secret, a private reason for this.

Eddie what is actually up?

too positive

LOVE ME OR HATE ME STILL AN OBSESSION
LOVE ME OR HATE ME THAT IS THE QUESTION
BECAUSE IF YOU LOVE ME THEN THANK YOU
AND IF YOU HATE ME THEN FUCK YOU

Living in the Kia has gotten to him.

>I’ve also got pink nipples

Post em. Goota have proof.

been there
>enjoy thinking about it
>it's incredibly painful

Have you read the Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock?

poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poems/44212/the-love-song-of-j-alfred-prufrock

savage

I actually met Maisie Williams last year while on holiday in Florida. Me and the family were on a scuba diving trip off the coast of Key Largo when we found her.

Being a huge Game of Thrones fan I obviously tried to approach but got no response, no matter how much I tried I just couldnt get her attention, she seemed to be entirely focused on circling a group of Stingrays huddled nearby.

pink nipples and blue/grey/green eyes mean you are white.

that would make a good short film

When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.

The dew of the morning
Sunk chill on my brow-
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame:
I hear thy name spoken,
And share in its shame.

They name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear;
A shudder comes o'er me-
Why were thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee,
Who knew thee too well:-
Long, long shall I rue thee,
Too deeply to tell.

In secret we met-
In silence I grieve,
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee?-
With silence and tears.

BASED
EDDIE
EMPIRE
BY
XMAS

We should sterilise Tory voters.

>'i know i'll write a poem while i'm having a panic attack'

What has happened to /Are Ed/?

I don't like this .. I don't like this at all.

aages ago i'll read it again

always loved the
>measured out my life in coffee spoons
meme

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oh fucking hell

RULE BRITAIN
BRITAIN RULES THE WAVES
NEVER EVER EVER TO BE WAVES

Nice.

An Irish Airman Foresees His Death- Yeats

I know that I shall meet my fate
Somewhere among the clouds above;
Those that I fight I do not hate,
Those that I guard I do not love;
My country is Kiltartan Cross,
My countrymen Kiltartan’s poor,
No likely end could bring them loss
Or leave them happier than before.
Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,
Nor public men, nor cheering crowds,
A lonely impulse of delight
Drove to this tumult in the clouds;
I balanced all, brought all to mind,
The years to come seemed waste of breath,
A waste of breath the years behind
In balance with this life, this death.

Byron, lad. He'll get you every time...

In secret we met-
In silence I grieve,
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee?-
With silence and tears.

fucking ow

My candle burns at both ends
It will not last the night
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends —
It gives a lovely light!

>black
>Irish

Pick one

No it wouldn't.

21cm×15cm

oh ok

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I come from Scots, Irish and English people with brown eyes.

Dark house, by which once more I stand
Here in the long unlovely street,
Doors, where my heart was used to beat
So quickly, waiting for a hand,

A hand that can be clasp'd no more—
Behold me, for I cannot sleep,
And like a guilty thing I creep
At earliest morning to the door.

He is not here; but far away
The noise of life begins again,
And ghastly thro' the drizzling rain
On the bald street breaks the blank day.

And Hazel eyes

Get out of this thread, you uneducated leafblower.

You are like George Clooney then

>Your train arrives at the train station
>You get off the train
>You see Her walking in the opposite direction towards you
>You lock eyes

What do you do?

I'm going.

Good, sort your head out.

One had a lovely face,
And two or three had charm,
But charm and face were in vain
Because the mountain grass
Cannot but keep the form
Where the mountain hare has lain.

no

...

What remains of all that misery?
A girl in a shabby green coat on a railway station platform.

Does anyone actually read Magazines at all?

yes im sure you do

Brits out, niggers in! Up the IRA

As an actual Irishman living this side of the puddle, can confirm to be true.

We're at the top of the chain over here lads

For the real soldier Eddie
youtube.com/watch?v=dDQMVFgRv10

"Black Irish" just remnants of WHG in Britain, IE the actual descendants of Cheddar man. Real nigger-esque aren't they...

When I was 18 I watched the girl I had a crush on hide from me in a shop at a train station
I was listening to a crime and punishment audiobook so my headspace was already pretty romantic. I didn't go to school that day I sat in the library and read. I was absolutely devastated.

A heart that's been broken
Is an umbrella that won't open
To someone who's lost in the rain.

Oh darndest dotht my willy float
In the bath, like a little boat
But what journey has so fair a todger
In what sea a jolly rodger?
The seamen whip up quite a frenzy
From window neighbours bust do I see
And so my ship arrives at port
The captain cheers and pops a cork
This voyage turned out sure and lucky
But I spunked all over my rubber ducky

This Man built Pyramides and had contact with aliens,show some respect

Is that you, Keats?

For good?

My dad is a George Clooney lookalike

Did he marry a sandperson like george did then?

It's not funny nigger mountain, it's an attack on muh heritage

Last week I swear I saw her at the train station when I got off
I looked at her for a good while but I was unsure
She span round so I couldn't see her face
I casually walked past pretending not to notice (embarrassing if you get it wrong)
I sat in a cafe opposite where she was stood to try and see but she was stood in such a way that I couldn't see her face
I'll never know if it was her and she hid from me a second time

Bit tragic that. Are you one of my usual anons?

Dont fret, its just a proto hominig. He had a pet, you know. A tyroneasaur.

No. He married a pale skinny hazel eyed woman with German and French ancestry

He's not working class. His father was an engineer and he went to a fee-paying school then a grammar, and then got 2 Es at A level.

If it was her I'd rather not know

we dated for a while and she explained her first hiding as 'I just didn't want to talk to anyone' didn't buy it like

Mate you ever dodged a bird you fancied cos you got tongue tied or felt you didnt look your best etc? Maybe shes just doing that. When I met the love of my life, finally screwed up courage to talk to her, thought she was way out my league, turned out shed been wanting me to ask her out for ages. Course i later fucked it up royally...

I am sorry desu,but it's not my who invented that bullshit and spread it all over British media and now most Brits think they WUZ because BBC and Guardian said so :-(

>Course i later fucked it up royally
Go on.

Which user are you and why the small 'a'?

if she dodged me a second time after all these years it will have been out of spite

Sounds hot. Pics?

i'm not telling

The day Germany died forever....

Were you around before I left for a month?

But by that time the hominids in Europe were Neanderthal hybrids, yet despite that the reconstruction has no Neanderthal features. Cheddar man lived some 30k years after Neanderthal "died" out. His Haplogroup is the same as the one found in Spain some years earlier. I fucking hate your media

...

i'm not telling

Was a bit fucked up on various substances at the time, she thought i was sneaking off to see other women. Sordid tale. Years ago, married now, still think of her and kick myself for being a fucking idiot.

I hope you're not Pubes.

>married now
Always surprises me when I hear anons are married.

Yeah, the original research even stressed he wasn't actually related to modern britons. Negrolithic man is just an anomaly.

i'm not pubes

The basement dwelling teen neet thing really is a meme. Plenty of us are a bit older now. Nadiya and WN are married etc

Yes what happen to all those studies linking original Britons to northern Iberia?But in this (((study))) they claimed he came from Africa instead but that doesn't explain how come modern Brits have no similarities with Africans by DNA almost at all?
Except if DNA didn't magically changed on it's own,and that's impossible

>Nadiya and WN are married etc

Damn congrats

It's time to let me go

They make a cute couple, no doubt...

i'm not pubes

who dis

Black Irish here, no they dont. American women are just idiots with the attention spans of toddlers.
They make terrible choices, just look at how many single moms are in America.
End of discussion.

post-wank shame hitting HARD lads

I would unironically love to nail that little goblin. I bet shes filthy as a bait box in the sack

>American women are just idiots
can confirm

Better kind/slaggy American women than the bugs that are Anglo women

I think you mean all women are idiots, American ones are just more outspoken

The 56 percent isn't worth saving.
youtube.com/watch?v=fSkHMSKgIWs

>2 earrings
>150% chance of homosexuality

unbelievably based

yeah desu it is kinda cool

...

>implying
this guy got it right GASTHEKIKESintensifies.jpg

wot did you wank to?

>tfw Irish father with fair skin blue eyes but 18% black Irish Iberian DNA
>mother is Germanic flemish/Dutch
>I get the rare black Irish phenotype and look like an Armenian

A blessing in that I have very masculine dark features like a sean Connery, unlike blonde feminine soyboys. A curse in that most don't think I'm white at first unless they see my name

that gay shit

nothing that extreme desu

post your saddest anime song ladas

>Peacefully split from Serbia

What the FUCK is wrong with you people, your barely any different ethnically from Serbs, fucking horseshit black mountain nation

oi oi ladas on tour

youtube.com/watch?v=t0qekaOkt7E

Wahey!

youtu.be/9FIkJReEtEY

youtube.com/watch?v=f3IgwLT_mYc

>mfw 4.5 inch dick and fucked over 50 sluts

lmao i don't give a shit how big or small cock size is in fact i dont even know if its tha size because i never measured it im just guessing

still slap it upon the heads of hoes m8

youtube.com/watch?v=eO696B03l48

youtube.com/watch?v=eO696B03l48

youtube.com/watch?v=eO696B03l48

OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

I fucking hope so. Last PM who was similar was John Major.

>tfw the years start coming and they don't stop coming

>english women are ugl-
oh...

i love british women