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Postby Tiffany » Tue Oct 04, 2011 2:49 pm

That is brilliant, Batty! :lol:
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Postby pip » Tue Oct 04, 2011 2:50 pm

Pure genius :lol:
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Postby Jan Van Quirm » Tue Oct 04, 2011 3:06 pm

:lol: I think man flu should be made the sixth citable cause for divorce :twisted:
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Postby Batty » Tue Oct 04, 2011 5:54 pm

Thanks, peeps! The trouble with poetry is that once your brain starts ticking over, it takes a while to stop!

Here's another ...

Funny Bunny rubbed his tummy
'I'm hungry! Where's my dinner?'
Crunchy, munchy salad stuff
Is bound to be a winner!
Sunny Mummy licked her lips
'I wouldn't be so hasty -
The casserole is on the hob,
For you are looking tasty!'

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Postby Kin Arad » Tue Oct 04, 2011 6:06 pm

:shock:
It's really good but :shock: :D
It reminds me of the Beatrix Potter tales - there's one part that goes 'something something, papa was turned into rabbit pie'
It always kinda scared me :? It was more dramatic that 'something' though... :)
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Postby Tiffany » Wed Oct 12, 2011 5:52 pm

Today is the aniversary of his death & I wrote this poem on the day he died. This day, 14 years ago.

John Denver

Annie's song will never sound the same
The Flower That Shattered The Stone won't bloom again
Poem's, Prayers and Promises that you can't keep
And all I do this fateful day is weep

I met you once when you were in my land
You spoke to me and then you shook my hand
I went to many concerts, where you sang
I loved your music and I loved the man

I feel as if I've lost a special friend
Will this raw pain and heartache ever mend!!
But through your music I'll keep your memory
And I will never forget you,Dear J.D.

Val.
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Postby meerkat » Wed Oct 12, 2011 5:55 pm

:shock: Was it Fourteen years ago!? Where is time going? :shock:

(must have a quiet word with the History Monks. They are clearly up to something) :wink:
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Postby MongoGutman » Fri Oct 14, 2011 9:57 pm

talking of country music...

"Hey, Joe Ah’m a fixing ta mosey on inta town, ta see if’n ah caint raise me up some Hell. Y’all wanna come along?"
"You dang tooting ah does!"
"Well then: saddle-up Joe!"


Saddle-Up Joe


Joe came to town with a powerful thirst
Started with the drinking, then it got worse
Got in a fight and broke up a bar
Shot him a man with a silver star
Cut outta town just ahead of the Law
Joe’s not welcome in Dodge no more!

(chorus)
Saddle-up Joe, saddle-up, saddle-up,
Riding the trails and pushing your luck
Don’t care a damn and you don’t give a ****
So Saddle-up Joe, saddle-up, saddle-up!


Little Miss Maisie was teaching school
Joe came to town playing it cool
Things got hot the moment they met
Joe wound up as teacher’s pet
But Saddle-up Joe, he knew when to leave
When Joe and Maisie and baby made three

(chorus)

Joe met the devil way out on the range
Devil sez: "Joe, you sure gotta change
‘Cause when you die you aint welcome in Hell
I could stand the singing but I don’t want the smell."
Joe sez : "I guess I better learn me some tact,"
Then he got behind the Devil and shot him in the back!

(chorus)

Yee-Haw!


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Postby Tiffany » Fri Oct 14, 2011 10:16 pm

I like that! :lol:
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Postby Who's Wee Dug » Fri Oct 14, 2011 10:23 pm

Awe naw not bloody filkin in word form. Imageam fur the offski. Image :lol:
He willnae tak' a drink! I think he's deid! , on the other hand though A Midgie in yir hand is worth twa up yir kilt.
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Postby high eight » Mon Oct 24, 2011 11:34 pm

Nobody does the South Downs like Masefield:

Night Is On The Downland
John Masefield


Night is on the downland, on the lonely moorland,
On the hills where the wind goes over sheep-bitten turf,
Where the bent grass beats upon the unploughed poorland
And the pine-woods roar like surf.

Here the Roman lived on the wind-barren lonely,
Dark now and haunted by the moorland fowl;
None comes here now but the peewit only,
And moth-like death in the owl.

Beauty was here in on this beetle-droning downland;
The thought of a Caesar in the purple came
From his palace by the Tiber in the Roman townland
To this wind-swept hill with no name.

Lonely Beauty came here and was here in sadness,
Brave as a thought on the frontier of the mind,
In the camp of the wild upon the march of madness,
The bright-eyed Queen of the Blind.

Now where Beauty was are the wind-withered gorses,
Moaning like old men in the hill-wind's blast;
The flying sky is dark with running horses,
And the night is full of the past.

Even better:

Up on the Downs
John Masefield


Up on the downs the red-eyed kestrels hover,
Eyeing the grass.
The field mouse flits like a shadow into cover
As their shadows pass.

Men are burning the gorse on the down's shoulder;
A drift of smoke
Glitters with fire and hangs, and the skies smoulder,
And the lungs choke.

Once the tribe did thus on the downs, on these downs burning
Men in the frame,
Crying to the gods of the downs till their brains were turning
And the gods came.

And to-day on the downs, in the wind, the hawks, the grasses,
In blood and air,
Something passes me and cries as it passes,
On the chalk downland bare.
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Postby Tiffany » Tue Oct 25, 2011 2:01 pm

He certainly had a way with words. Thanks for posting those.
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Postby Broccolee » Tue Oct 25, 2011 3:51 pm

"Now run along and don´t get into mischief.And don´t go into Mr.McGregors garden.Your father had an accident there,he was put into a pie by Mrs McGregor." :D


No,it doesn´t rhyme.I just couldn´t help myself supplying the "something something" as I love B.Potter and know a lot of her stories more or less by heart,of course it does also help that I read them for bedtime stories here... :)
It´s still magic even if you know how it´s done.
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Postby Dotsie » Fri Nov 04, 2011 9:47 pm

I went to a poetry reading last saturday, Wendy Cope was reading from her new collection (with a few oldies) :D I got her to sign a book for me and one for Our Sadie (I read a Wendy Cope poem at her wedding). She sat next to me in the interval and I couldn't say a word to her :oops: It was like meeting Sir Terry all over again. Ah well.
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Re: Poetry

Postby MongoGutman » Sun Jan 01, 2012 5:11 pm

The Lizard Wizard

Don't go to see the Lizard Wizard
Dare you not, my only son
He lives past the chilling blizzard
And he's a one you ought to shun.

Seek him not in his eyrie tower
Don't ascend the mountain high
Or seek to tap his mystic power
Past the pastures of the pegasi.

Be aware it's a risky business
Though if you ask he'll grant a boon
For the favours of the Lizard Wizard
Always seem to end in doom.

Pity you the Lizard Wizard
For once he was as you and I
Ere he ate of a wyvern's gizzard
And it's magic twisted him awry.

Never you cross the burning bridges
Where the aching chasm yawns
Every year that yearning wizard
Is more and more the devil's spawn.

Captive King of the goblin nation
He sits a throne of reptile bones
Seeking to cure his transformation,
Poring over Merlyn's tomes.

So stay away from the Lizard Wizard
Keep well clear my bonny lad
It's not worth the dizzy hazard
Just listen to your loving Dad.


…Mongo
Why don't you knock it off with them negative waves? Why don't you dig how beautiful it is out here? Why don't you say something righteous and hopeful for a change? ~~ Oddball
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