Awww, Frank. I know exactly what you're saying. There's too much so-called information put before us these days, and there's absolutely nothing we can do to influence it except switch off. I expect you've come across "Desiderata". It's excellent advice.

Now you're just rubbing it in

I'm glad you liked the Noddy Snatchers Frank I must agree with you on broadcasting techniques and the strange addiction to Twitter. It's sad that technological advances have resulted in the desperate media need for 'breaking news' and a sea of meaningless twaddle about celebrities. A good poem on the lack of intelligence that comes with the endless barrage of information

a personal dislike

And I was like
And he was like
And I'm like so frustrated
How language has been messed around,
Ripped up and decimated.

The young say like,
It's always like,
Like this which isn't clever
But chances are they'd shun my ode
And just say like, whatever.


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I know what you mean, at the end of the day, like.

Absolutely Biz, absolutely

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I like this one Musty.

LMAO

If it doesn't rhyme,
I haven't got time.
So most of it..
Is a load of shit.
In my opinion.

That's brilliant Musty. The last line actually made me laugh out loud and I don't do that very often. Cheered me up in the midst of a bit of a bad patch. Thanks.

Hi Archiver I'm glad I gave you a laugh, I hope things improve for you soon

Hello Pat - did I say I’m from the Emerald Isle?
Remarkably I can profess without the wryest smile
My ancestors were Mick and Bridie - Seamus and Colleen
But all the records were destroyed and so cannot be seen

Hello Fred - did I say I’m from this Sceptred isle?
And I’m prepared to say that boldly - never to beguile
The family were all from England I am proud to say
Except those on the Kenyan side - that’s for another day

This must be about Obama, Johnny I enjoyed seeing the Irish crowds enthuse when he turned up, it made a change from the apathy and cynicism in England.

Some great stuff by our resident poets; I always enjoy reading their work on this thread.

Keep them coming folks.

My name? Err ... It's Bond,
Birds all call me James
Often I go far beyond
Taking down their names.
I love I kill for beauty,
Spying's my real skill -
So is bedding a cutey.

I am Commander Bond
Esthete, spy and swine
Or 007 to tout le monde
Licensed to kill and dine;
OHMS, serve I truly will.

Villains beware Meester Bond
Faced by my Walther automatic PPK,
When I whip out my agent's wand
The girls will ejaculate: "I say!"

I'm a connoseur of finest wine
And the best of vintage bubbly
Shaken martini I'll not decline
Shaven to the manner born,
I am never, never stubbly.

They don't come quicker-witted
Lethal with all arms and gadgets
Whatever Q has fitted wherever
Whichever goon gets agitated
And inclined to say: "Oh golly!"
Or maybe: "Aarh!" when I whip
Out my gun shaped like a brolly.

The Nazca Lines

These designs aren't in
Green Wiltshire fields, Egypt or Madagascar,

How can I begin
To illustrate the awesome Lines of Nazca?

In Peru they are:
Gigantic pictures hidden on the vast plains,

What guru or star
Inspired the Nazcans where the sacred past reigns?

Dust-clouds here don't break,
Earth's gypsum glues and pebbles stay in situ,

They watched flatlands bake,
When easels form by chance great notions hit you.

So inclined to draw
The ancients cleared new spaces where the dirt is,

No-one ever saw
A thing till planes flew over in the Thirties.

Some huge tracks I've heard
Stretch more than five straight miles no time could sever,

Spider, hummingbird,
Four hundred feet of condor set forever.

Close up you can't see
Art this immense, what honed such fine precision?

That's the mystery
Of Nazca where the wise used land for vision.


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Thanks Troy

LMAO, great summary of James Bond, Frank I automatically think of Sean Connery whenever Bond crops up. The lines I've quoted were very fitting I thought - Ian Fleming was almost Carry On in tone at times, with names like Pussy Galore

Wonderfully descriptive Musty.

Love the situ > hit you rhyme.

Thanks Troy - I've wanted to sneak situ into a poem for ages The research for this poem came from Graham Hancock's book The Fingerprints Of The Gods, which claims that many ancient monuments are much older than official records state.

Thanks again to Musty for commenting on the Bond one. Hello Biz, I'm familiar with Desiderata. Have a good weekend & holiday thread.

Whatever you want
Whatever you like
Whatever you say....

You too Frank

Are Status Quo still going BTW?

(en)No bling.

I know the fall you're heading for,
for I was once like you.
For forty f'king years or more
I didn't have a clue.

Yet certainly I was so sure
I knew how right I was
and forcibly I would implore
you, mainly, just because... ?

My father and his fathers dad
had fought for something - right?
None could say that they were bad,
but what they had was shite.

Fighting for the freedom
to fight another day.
While gay commie heathens
rarely dared stay.

But somewhere there's a passion.
I see it in your eyes.
I know that your reaction
will be one of great surprise.

When you come to the decision
that you don't know a thing
and you revel in excision
as you shed your worthless bling.

The Tomb of King Arthur

Relentless rain that lashes
And hot sun beating down
Do not disturb the ashes
Of one who wore a crown.

A stealthy fox is questing,
An early magpie cries,
Below a king is resting
Whose legend never dies.

This chamber by earth covered,
This secret priceless maw
Stays dark and undiscovered
Near Glastonbury Tor.

Where serpentine paths narrow
No cross shines on the grass,
No dolmen, cairn or barrow
Stands where fate came to pass.

Excalibur does not lie
With him, for freedom's sake
That revered sword was caught by
The Lady of the Lake.

Though pieces of the holy
Round table in the tomb
Time pressed and rotted slowly
Rich treasure lights the room;

What offerings friends gave him,
Fine gold and bronze that shone,
Their saddest tears would bathe him
As he met Avalon.

Queen Guinevere so tender
And loyal knights here keep
King Arthur in the splendour
Of his eternal sleep.


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I know that feeling Archiver A great write on how experience can change perceptions

Blinding stuff Musty.

Superb word choice and tantalising imagery.