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The Cloud
The vale was sunny and pleasant As I hiked across the way, Till a cloud appeared in the distance, A juggernaut vast and grey. No thunder or bolts of lightning, No storm-driven gusts were planned, Just a battleship slowly sailing Over surrendered land. The countryside lost importance As the cloud enlarged on high, A dark unashamed visitation Filling the canvas of sky. That all-enveloping giant Conquered from west to east; Where horizons lost former colour Regions of shadow increased. Despite the looming oppression And lack of anything blue I never sensed total foreboding Yet smiled when the sun broke through. And then the beams formed a heaven, A reprieve had been allowed And angels arrived in the darkness Of a suddenly changing cloud. © |
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Ms Dunn [pastiche updating of Miss J Hunter Dunn]
Ms Jordan Dunn,
Ms Jordan Dunn Seeing her dancing She's sort of a hun Around a white handbag At quarter to one, Off her face with vodka shots Eyelashes peeling False tan on the run. What's not to fancy? Bra's already undone. Ms Dunn for me or me mate When the pound coin is spun. Ms Jordan Dunn, Ms Jordan Dunn, In the club in the dark She's our bit of fun. |
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LOL, what a great contemporary take on John Betjeman's object of affection Frank
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LOL, what a great contemporary take on John Betjeman's object of affection Frank ![]() |
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Avebury in its original state would have been amazing Biz - each stone avenue was a mile long! Alas, those in ignorance of our heritage destroyed it. Luckily, what's left is still incredible
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Gosh that was quick Musty - I was still editing, adding another ending, afterthoughts. Thanks.
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Amazing indeed. I wonder how they discovered that the mound was originally gleaming white.
We have the same weather here - it's actually nice to see a bit of rain again, especially as the reservoirs are running low
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Oooer Frank - it sounds as if you and your mate had had a few too. ![]() The fictional characters Biz maybe, whose promiscuity is described, of course neither I nor any of my real friends being so implicated I hasten to declare.
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The fictional characters Biz maybe, whose promiscuity is described, of course neither I nor any of my real friends being so implicated I hasten to declare. ..........You shouldn't take everything I say literally either you know.
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Hahahaha! You mean poets use their imagination Frank?
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. You're not German are you?
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Unmade bed
In an upper room of a suburban house,
Lowering her eyes from the pop pin-up Photo above a bed a woman lies down, Head on a soft pillow. "God, it's so hard," She says, slipping under the eiderdown, Her body moulding into a foetal shape. Here her little girl had nightly taken ease Sweet memory of Mum's kiss, now she's Gone, her little pearl. She'll so miss this, Those many magic moments they shared Young, innocent, with freckles, often scared; Now it's me, she thought, who's unprepared, A hollow in a bed , and life to be remade. |
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Now it's me, she thought, who's unprepared, A hollow in a bed, and life to be remade. |
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Boulevard of Lovers Bar
Boulevard of Lovers Bar, Neon sign of blue Calling people from afar, Happily they queue. Here Art Deco lanterns give Misfits hope at night, Tables for the lonely with Bottled candlelight. Outsiders who need release Sample gold absinthe, Ornaments portraying Greece, Bacchus on a plinth. Omens of Vienna's end, Renoir paintings shine, Atmospheric scenes befriend, As does vintage wine. Alcoves where the couples go, While somewhat apart Others sit to see the show That is due to start: On a darkened stage exempt From life's moral way Femme fatales prepare to tempt With their cabaret. Curtains part, the girls revive Hearts in married debt, Sensually they pose and writhe, Making men forget. Bodies let the music lead, Lissom and supreme, Semi-naked, glad to feed Lust's forbidden dream. Those desires you choose to keep Always have a cost, There's a high price when the deep Rubicon is crossed. Modern fashions tend to mar But she'll last I think; Boulevard of Lovers Bar, Where the poets drink. © |
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..................................... Modern fashions tend to mar But she'll last I think; Boulevard of Lovers Bar, Where the poets drink. © ![]() From Chambers Dictionary :- "fantasy or phantasy noun (fantasies or phantasies) 1 a pleasant daydream; something longed-for but unlikely to happen. 2 a mistaken notion. 3 imaginings. 4 the activity of imagining. 5 a product of the imagination; a fanciful piece of writing, music, film-making, etc. fantasist noun. ETYMOLOGY: 14c, in the sense 'delusive imagination': from Greek phantasia image in the mind, imagination." |
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From Chambers Dictionary :-
"fantasy or phantasy noun (fantasies or phantasies) 1 a pleasant daydream; something longed-for but unlikely to happen. 2 a mistaken notion. 3 imaginings. 4 the activity of imagining. 5 a product of the imagination; a fanciful piece of writing, music, film-making, etc. fantasist noun. ETYMOLOGY: 14c, in the sense 'delusive imagination': from Greek phantasia image in the mind, imagination." Thanks for posting those definitions
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Time does not exist
Time is non-existent, Though it will resist, Solid and persistent, Time does not exist. Pink Floyd deemed it stronger, Dali watches melt But it's lasted longer Than Orion's belt. How has this arisen? Why on earth do we Tolerate this prison? Listen now to me: Throughout autumn's season When leaves fall in wealth, Time is not the reason, More the tree itself. And although it cages With a key that locks Humans lived for ages Free of any clocks; Both the sun's subsidence And the moonrise paved All the farming guidance Ancient people craved. Then Time was invented, Coldly primed to spoil, Tying regimented Masses to their toil. Poor as rats in ditches, While the workers tried Bosses gained the riches Schedules now supplied. A void, a blank, a nothing Ratified by us, Straining hard and puffing, Weary from the fuss. Though we'll be resistant Laying in our graves, Time is non-existent And we are the slaves. © |
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It's odd isn't it? I've got more clocks in my house now than I've ever had - fortunately most of them are radio-controlled, but I must admit to being irritated by having to keep appointments and to have to get up in time to pay the blinking milkman.
![]() ![]() The poem's about something that's always struck me as very odd, the fact that time doesn't exist but we really believe it does. Seconds, minutes and hours are inventions. All were created as measuring devices. Yet we often talk about time as if it's actually a real thing - it isn't and never has been. |
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I recently bought an ornamental Dali melting watch Biz - it hangs over the top of one of my bookshelves
![]() The poem's about something that's always struck me as very odd, the fact that time doesn't exist but we really believe it does. Seconds, minutes and hours are inventions. All were created as measuring devices. Yet we often talk about time as if it's actually a real thing - it isn't and never has been. ![]() Dali certainly had issues with time, but then he had his very own take on reality. Interesting that you bought one of his timepieces.
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Oh it exists all right; time would pass whether we measured it or not. We're just lucky that someone else created systems to enable us to keep some sort of order in our lives and (try to) keep chaos at bay.
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But time doesn't exist Biz. Time isn't an entity, it has no shape, form, substance or mind. Gravity exists because we know of its effects, as does the wind. Both of them are invisible but present. Time isn't like that, there's no such thing.
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Time does not exist
Time is non-existent, Though it will resist, Solid and persistent, Time does not exist. Pink Floyd deemed it stronger, Dali watches melt But it's lasted longer Than Orion's belt. How has this arisen? Why on earth do we Tolerate this prison? Listen now to me: Throughout autumn's season When leaves fall in wealth, Time is not the reason, More the tree itself. And although it cages With a key that locks Humans lived for ages Free of any clocks; Both the sun's subsidence And the moonrise paved All the farming guidance Ancient people craved. Then Time was invented, Coldly primed to spoil, Tying regimented Masses to their toil. Poor as rats in ditches, While the workers tried Bosses gained the riches Schedules now supplied. A void, a blank, a nothing Ratified by us, Straining hard and puffing, Weary from the fuss. Though we'll be resistant Laying in our graves, Time is non-existent And we are the slaves. © |
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My mirror tells me that time has an effect.
![]() Throughout autumn's season When leaves fall in wealth, Time is not the reason, More the tree itself. The effects of age are caused by the gradual decline of the body itself, not time. I guess it might be best to agree to disagree on this whole time thing though ![]() Quote:
Excellent musing on the enemy Musty. Our need to run on time going back as you say to the ancestor of clocks the sundial. Oh and many moons passing as the first Yanks said.
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I guess it might be best to agree to disagree on this whole time thing though
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LOL, what a great contemporary take on John Betjeman's object of affection Frank 
The fictional characters Biz maybe, whose promiscuity is described, of course neither I nor any of my real friends being so implicated I hasten to declare.
