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A wonderfully executed ode to a mysterious place.
Nice one Musty. Current personal circumstances have stopped me from getting to prehistoric sites, but I'm hoping for a day off to visit Avebury around Christmas time
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The last petunia
© Blinding stuff Musty. A heartfelt lament to a departed visitor with stunning imagery.
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Blinding stuff Musty.
A heartfelt lament to a departed visitor with stunning imagery.
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The Rise & Fall of the TV Chef
The recipe for haddock, Delicious as can be Was shown by Fanny Craddock Who fried it to a tee. Now Delia runs Norwich And cheers on every goal But once her perfect porridge And trifles blessed each bowl. When Gary Rhodes made dinner For Sunday it looked fine; The roast beef was a winner, The Yorkshire puds divine. Although Keith Floyd was clued up His booze supply was big And if he screwed the food up He'd have another swig. To make the cooking grade is Not easy, there were none Quite like the Two Fat Ladies, Eccentric yet such fun. Here's to the Hairy Bikers Whose fare for cafe and pub Suits drinkers and hitchhikers; The ideal British grub. But now there's something horrid About each gourmet show, Competitive and torrid, They've hit an all-time low. While panels judge essentials And hopefuls lose or win Without cooking credentials Celebrities join in. How odd the programme rule is, Outrageous food they boast, Let's grill a camel's goolies With kangaroo on toast. See Gordon Ramsay cursing, A kitchen full of effs; There's no way of reversing The fall of TV chefs. © |
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The Rise & Fall of the TV Chef
............................................. See Gordon Ramsay cursing, A kitchen full of effs; There's no way of reversing The fall of TV chefs. © Brief glimpses of the supercilious faces of the judges horrifies me. In fact I think the most irritating single thing on TV at the moment is the cruel and unnecessary p..a..u..s..e before the scores, which has stopped me watching lots of programmes. Thank goodness they don't do that on Strictly. |
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A brilliant potted history of TV chefdom. Gordon Ramsay cured me of watching cookery programmes, though I've seen snips of the Hairy Bikers while otherwise engaged.
Brief glimpses of the supercilious faces of the judges horrifies me. In fact I think the most irritating single thing on TV at the moment is the cruel and unnecessary p..a..u..s..e before the scores, which has stopped me watching lots of programmes. Thank goodness they don't do that on Strictly. Reality shows and contests have overlapped into far too many areas of TV. I chose to drop a verse about Jamie Oliver as I didn't want the poem to seem too bitter ![]() I'm glad you liked this one Biz and thanks for the 'feedback'
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The Fountain of Carmullen
Where spirits from the bower seep Within a forest dark and deep The Fountain of Carmullen lies Away from prying modern eyes. A clearing nature did encase, A silent unassuming place, This grove was set aside to be The fountain's home through history. Before the harsh machine age dawned It lingered, stonework unadorned Save for the lyrics held by runes, Engravings set to faerie tunes. Some say how weary knights would halt To meditate here lost in thought And while each rested mind and horse They chose to irrigate the source; All knew the bowl when filled with rain Held water that was far from plain, For those who stared a spell was due As ripples churned a magic brew. And then what colours were unrolled, The finest green and richest gold, Of writhing crimson flames they learned Where wizards dreamed and beacons burned. Refreshed, the knights went on their way, Still guarded by the trees today Beyond these grey and sullen lands The Fountain of Carmullen stands. © |
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Got to admit to avoiding quiz and contest shows on the whole, but I do watch out for Rick Stein - not for the food and cooking, more for the places he travels to.
![]() EDIT : Gosh! You've posted another. I'll have to come back to that - got to go now.
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The Fountain of Carmullen
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Oh god, yes Biz - making ten seconds seem like an hour
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Ripping yarn Musty, but not having heard of this Fountain of Carmullen, and in order to further my education, I Googled it. Guess what came up? First item was this thread on Digital Spy.
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Aaaargh! I'd forgotten that they do it on the results show of Strictly.
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A kitchen full of effs; There's no way of reversing The fall of TV chefs.© http://youtu.be/SYOIps9mjBE Other likes: the magnificently honest Keith Floyd, + your delightful poem Musty. Dislikes - Ainsley Harriott, Gordon Ramsay (an OTT swearer IMO), Gary Rhodes who tries to speak posh which he ain't. I did like the appearance of Mr Ainsley Harriott on Who Do You Think You Are? where he wasn't acting up as he does on his programmes and adverts. Provocative poem Musty (nice one too) we all have differing opinions of course, not sure about their fall yet. Frank P.S. I could not agree more with Biz about the now obligatory long pauses before announcing results, another pet hate. Could go on but ... no, enough already. |
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The Fountain of Carmullen
© A quite wonderful fantasy poem Musty. Loved the tale and the imagery was exquisite as always.
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Other likes: the magnificently honest Keith Floyd, + your delightful poem Musty.
You're right about differing views - but whether you preferred one chef then to another, they all operated in the era before X Factor-style contests infected cookery shows. I used to really like the Galloping Gourmet too ![]() Quote:
A quite wonderful fantasy poem Musty.
Loved the tale and the imagery was exquisite as always. Every so often a fantasy ode has to come out
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Mutineer's memoir
I From a dock In Blighty we set sail, The start of our long trail. For breadfruit To feed the Empire's slaves We crossed unending waves. Mariners The navy train to toil Don't cower or recoil. Yet I felt With my crew quite a share Of tension in the air. Then at last Our distant goal was due: Tahiti came in view. And that place Seemed innocent and free, A heaven by the sea. Paradise Grows love and there's no cure, Tahitian beauties lure. Five whole months We stayed and yet the plan Was ruined by one man. Captain Bligh, Dejected in the sun, Objected to our fun. Cold and smug He and his cronies logged Who shirked and who was flogged. When you watch The cat-o'-nine-tails sear It moulds a mutineer. As we left Tahiti with our stow Morale was truly low. II Leaving meant We knew we had to try Our hand and topple Bligh. Time crawled yet The moment when we pounced Came swift and unannounced. Mutiny! When Fletcher Christian rose The captain's features froze. Bligh and friends Had no more whips to lift; We cast their launch adrift. Back at base Tahitian girls and men We took on board right then. Certain that If caught all would be tried, We sailed away to hide. I sent prayers To kith and kin, they said 'From this day England's dead.' Oceans blue Shine bright when you've resigned And left the world behind. Waiting for A sailor's greatest joy, The cry of 'Land ahoy!' Then we found The island of our dreams, Sand sparkles and redeems. Anchored with Joy at the final trip We chose to burn the ship. Soon the mast And rigging were ablaze, You couldn't help but gaze. I saw flames Engulf the Bounty's deck, A charred and sinking wreck. Just we few, Mixed castaways indeed Who hoped to live and breed. But bad luck And chaos stole the smile From our idyllic isle. And although No peace there was allowed, Of mutiny I'm proud. © |
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An excellent one for the history lesson Musty. Easy to read and leaves them wanting to find out more.
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The Tin Man's lament
My friend gave me a token Then flew off in the air Forever leaving broken A heart that wasn't there. While bad witches need slaying, No good spell comforts me For feelings keep relaying How I miss Dorothy. The straw man and the lion Thought steel resolve would win, My outlook though lacks iron, I'm simply made of tin. I watch the Oz terrain glow, Through loneliness I plough, I'm here over the rainbow Yet old and creaking now. The yellow brick road we walked Looks lonely and I'm blue, It's many years since we talked, How are Toto and you? Dear Dorothy so gentle, To leave was not unjust But tears are sentimental And mine have turned to rust. © |
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as i walked out the house one day
my head fell off and rolled away when i noticed it was gone i picked it up and put it on. As i walked further down the street someone shouted look at your feet! i looked at them and sadly said i've left them both asleep in bed
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Really enjoyed The Tin Man's lament Musty. So sad, but no doubt they are together in their dreams.
![]() Hope. The young are among us all lively and quick. Big choices like Facebook or Twitter to pick and in place of for Christmas a new pair of socks is a new three sixty PSX box. Their future is coming. I hear the sobs. When all they really wanted was jobs, instead they get left overs of our greed and rhymes on how our hearts bleed. What ever they make the Chinese make cheaper. Prices and taxes grow steeper and steeper, then suddenly all back to manual toil. The engines stop. Run out of oil. From incredible growth to massive decline. All in one short life time. And when they're as old as I'm feeling right now, will they look back and see - just how it could have been a different photo if we hadn't scrapped Kyoto? So; sorry then, about the planet. We sure was a greedy gannet. But all isn't lost at all, maybe there's life on Kepler 22-b. |
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Really enjoyed The Tin Man's lament Musty. So sad, but no doubt they are together in their dreams.
![]() The young are among us all lively and quick. Big choices like Facebook or Twitter to pick and in place of for Christmas a new pair of socks is a new three sixty PSX box. I aimed for a very sad feel. I sat mesmerized in the cinema as a child when I first saw The Wizard Of Oz and the Tin Man's dilemma made me cry a lot ![]() I really like Hope, a damning look at the extremely material Christmas times we now have. I heard about our 'twin' planet - lucky for them they're so far away from us
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The Tin Man's lament
© Brilliant stuff as always Musty. I too have a real soft spot for the Wizard of Oz and recently downloaded most of the other 'Oz' books for my KIndle (Yeh, I know ).Anyway, regrettably I won't be posting as often, as I intend taking time away from the internet and these forums. I've realised that I spend far too much time on the net when I could be reading aforementioned books or doing other things. I'll try and pop in occasionally though and do let me know via PM if your book project comes to fruition. Happy writing!
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Brilliant stuff as always Musty.
Anyway, regrettably I won't be posting as often, as I intend taking time away from the internet and these forums. I've realised that I spend far too much time on the net when I could be reading aforementioned books or doing other things. ![]() I'm so sorry to hear you won't be around as much - but I fully understand your reasons. I mainly visit DS very early or late at night now; I made the same decision to drastically reduce forum/internet time some years back. Your contribution to this thread has helped it enormously ( and I don't like to see Biz burdened with all the feedback ). Please stay in touch mate and I'll be sure to contact you next year if there's a book breakthrough
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Oh! So sad! Another one bites the dust.
What did they do to him in that space ship? Are aliens afraid of poetry?The trouble is we all run out of words sooner or later, which is why I don't attempt literary criticism and just comment on the subject matter. I still miss Sixities Chick. |
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Current personal circumstances have stopped me from getting to prehistoric sites, but I'm hoping for a day off to visit Avebury around Christmas time
Reality shows and contests have overlapped into far too many areas of TV. I chose to drop a verse about Jamie Oliver as I didn't want the poem to seem too bitter 
What did they do to him in that space ship? Are aliens afraid of poetry?