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Old 24-05-2013, 22:19
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Future Rider.

In tomorrowmorrow land;
everything will be grand
and exactly half price.
Everyone will be nice.

All the bad eliminated.
All the sad rejuvenated.
Nothing but the very best
and as high as Everest.

Replicating machines
build the finest limousines.
Then drive us to our dreams
of when we were has beens.

Like roller coaster clowns
we survive the ups and downs
casting pitfalls in our stride.
In future - we ride.

(Inspired by the What Will Happen In The Future? thread. )
Continuation of: Is Poetry a Dead Art? (Part 3)
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Old 24-05-2013, 22:47
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look Musty, it's moved.
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Old 24-05-2013, 22:48
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_wow! Thanks DS. Honoured to start a part.
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Old 24-05-2013, 22:50
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Thanks DS. Honoured to start a part.
On the first page Archiver.
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Old 24-05-2013, 22:50
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Are we wiser as we get older?
always looking over our shoulder.
Should we spend time, a few minutes a day,
just watching and listening to the children at play?
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Old 24-05-2013, 22:59
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It's grooving, moving on a friday night
the poems of the past onwards new
find a place such a new thread
part4 already how time flew.

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Old 25-05-2013, 20:25
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Is poetry a dead art?
(Parts One To Three)
Were made to depart
By the powers that be.
Not long before came
A Part Four that most
People reading Gen D.
Shall de rigeur ignore.
Let's face those facts:
Poetry impacts on few,
It's chacun à son gout.
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Old 26-05-2013, 09:25
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I go away for a while and look what happens Who'd have thought the love of poetry would create such a lengthy thread? I think we all deserve a tipple and the first round's on me By the way I've thoroughly enjoyed the recent contributions and there'll be a multi-quote about them a bit later on

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Old 26-05-2013, 09:52
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look Musty, it's moved.
Indeed Sandy It's always a bit of a shock, but this new gaff looks alright My Tears is stunning, it's like a beautiful sad memory. I've read it four times and I didn't know which bit to quote

round and round there as it falls
like the sea as along with the tide


Honoured to start a part.
As the actress said to Frankenstein's monster I think you were quoted at the start of another poetry thread too Archiver. Future Rider's great, it has really strong images. Time travel's always fascinated me and the poem puts forward some interesting possibilities. I also love the idea of being in

Tomorrowmorrowland

Should we spend time, a few minutes a day,
just watching and listening to the children at play?
A very relevant poem Flower. It got me thinking about childhood innocence and how it's being drained away these days.

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Shall de rigeur ignore.
So true Frank I enjoyed this but I need a translation for the last line
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Old 26-05-2013, 10:00
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I'm getting a bit concerned about Biz, I hope she's alright
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Old 26-05-2013, 10:41
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My Tears is stunning, it's like a beautiful sad memory. I've read it four times and I didn't know which bit to quote

round and round there as it falls
like the sea as along with the tide


Thanks Musty
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Old 26-05-2013, 10:42
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I'm getting a bit concerned about Biz, I hope she's alright
It has been a while since she posted.
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Old 26-05-2013, 12:43
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As the actress said to Frankenstein's monster I think you were quoted at the start of another poetry thread too Archiver. Future Rider's great, it has really strong images. Time travel's always fascinated me and the poem puts forward some interesting possibilities.
Thanks Musty and you're right. One of mine was quoted at the start of part three (more than two years ago!)

I also love the idea of being in

Tomorrowmorrowland
Borrowed from Beyond Thunderdome. I hope they don't mind.


I'm getting a bit concerned about Biz, I hope she's alright
I just remembered something Biz wrote a while back "Hahahahaha! I should be "Bizzy" more often as it's been lots of fun in here. Promise me you poets that if I do come in you won't stay away."

I meant to respond at the time, but forgot: I promise!
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Old 26-05-2013, 14:09
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I go away for a while and look what happens Who'd have thought the love of poetry would create such a lengthy thread? I think we all deserve a tipple and the first round's on me
Can I have a J20 with ice please.
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Old 26-05-2013, 14:22
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Fear Of Clowns

You danced the clown in front of my face
and told me lies about the way
the baby clowns are born
with chalk-white skin,
a seared grin
beneath a rounded red-horn nose.

You pulled at his strings for a crazy dance
while holding my fear in the palm of your hand.
Beware the clown whose painted face
hides nothing,
yet masks the truth:
he makes us laugh at a ridiculous soul.

And you told me how they were kept from sight
with their skinned heads and tragic eyes,
old-man’s jowls,
stretched feet,
fat-bottomed seats
and dressed, from birth, in motley clothes.

And that night the clowns came while I was asleep,
with rainbow gums and needle teeth,
tear-daubed plaster cheeks,
star-crossed eyes,
custard pies,
honking horns, stamping feet.

They spun me around to a circus beat,
tumbled and tripped me over their over-stretched feet
and under a shower of paper strip rain
they passed me along,
one from one,
and cast me back to my bed to sleep.

That morning I took your clown and cut his strings,
left him dead to repent for your sins.
Then in the mirror I painted my face
etched tears of joy
into this clown-boy,
as my smile cracked over the death of a clown.
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Old 27-05-2013, 05:40
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Borrowed from Beyond Thunderdome. I hope they don't mind.
As long as Mad Max doesn't come after you Archiver I nick things too, it's inevitable really. The thread about the future is great by the way Thanks for the quote by Biz too.

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Certainly Sandy - I had to Google that, I think it's a Britvic Maybe I'm getting concerned over nothing with Biz. Archiver's quote doesn't give any clues but it's unlike her to stay away this long, especially on a new thread

Fear Of Clowns

And that night the clowns came while I was asleep,
with rainbow gums and needle teeth,
About four lines into this I could feel a tingling sensation and by the end it had spread all over. A completely terrifying poem about the primal fear of clowns that not only captures it, but takes it into a world of fright not many visit, only in their worst nightmares. Which reminds me I'm glad I didn't read this late at night. If I could reach this level of horror in a scary poem I think I'd stop writing that sort - where do you go after complete and utter horror? I'll be reading this over and again. Thanks Scottie, for contributing another great poem to the thread and one that's easy to find on the first page
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Old 27-05-2013, 06:11
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The Waterfall

The path I walked was serpentine
Where I first heard a sonnet
Read out by nature's voice divine,
Then soon I came upon it;

A waterfall with waves like milk
Foamed white and undefended,
Its water seemed as rich as silk,
How lovely it descended.

Surrounded by the forest sheen
Its secret home was hooded,
An overlooked and pleasant scene
In regions thickly wooded.

Tides fell in colonnades onto
A stream where they collected
More splashing drops of silver-blue,
Like diamonds all connected.

My mind recalls the waterfall
And after having been there
I felt as if I'd heard the call
Of god within his green lair.


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Old 27-05-2013, 06:15
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A bit of an indulgence - I posted The Waterfall at the end of the last thread. Just now I gave it a few teaks in the file and this is the final version, hopefully I don't re-post anything that quickly as a rule but this is part four
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Old 27-05-2013, 22:06
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Wow, it's gone a bit quiet - lucky I've got a brand new poem to post later
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Old 27-05-2013, 22:53
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Quiet you say Well here's one with shouting in it:

Drinki.

Drinking down the strongest ale.
To prove I am the hardest male.
Drinki you under the table.
'Til you are well unable.

Down the hatch and Bob's yer uncle.
Red nose, gout and huge carbuncle,
don't stop me from drinking more
than all those flat out on the floor.

Market days were best of all.
By 10 am I'd watch them fall,
then rise again for skinfull two.
You taught me well - what Men do.

So pull that tag and hear the fizz.
Then fall down shouting what it is.
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Old 27-05-2013, 23:30
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So pull that tag and hear the fizz.
Then fall down shouting what it is.
Excellent Archiver, a hilarious look at the pissheads of this world And for the first coincidence of Part 4, this evening I wrote a poem on a very similar subject To be posted later on tonight
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Old 28-05-2013, 08:31
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The Geezer

As warming as a freezer,
The loudest in the pub,
Come in and meet the geezer
Whose mates think it’s their club.

Nobody ever muzzles
The geezer, he’s that type,
The Ship is where he guzzles
And spouts his endless tripe.

How weird a woman picked him,
Her sentence feels like life,
Poor Brenda is the victim
Who chose to be his wife.

For cheap laughs he will work all
The evening and by far
In his pathetic circle
He stays the crudest star.

Why talk at normal levels
When you can shout it out?
A fool enjoys the revels,
Though boozing makes you stout.

Red-faced and fat and wearing
A horrid bulging shirt,
When his act turns to swearing
You should be on alert.

With stale jokes getting dumber
An awful beer-gut shakes,
He’ll also taint the summer
With fashion’s worst mistakes.

The geezer’s donned his flip-flops,
In shorts he looks so bad
And only when The Ship stops
At closing time feels sad.

Rolls home from one more bender,
Too drunk for any cares
He goes up, waking Brenda
Who moans and goes downstairs.

The geezer is soon sleeping,
Snores underlining this:
The motto’s his for keeping,
Yes, ignorance is bliss.


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Old 28-05-2013, 11:46
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A bit of an indulgence - I posted The Waterfall at the end of the last thread. Just now I gave it a few teaks in the file and this is the final version, hopefully I don't re-post anything that quickly as a rule but this is part four
very good Musty.


Today's weather is like a waterfall, good weather for ducks.
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Old 28-05-2013, 11:54
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The Geezer

Come in and meet the geezer
Whose mates think it’s their club.

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funny Musty

Geezer with his Bacardi Breezer
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Old 28-05-2013, 15:57
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Excellent Archiver, a hilarious look at the pissheads of this world And for the first coincidence of Part 4, this evening I wrote a poem on a very similar subject To be posted later on tonight
Strange how we coincide on things sometimes. Yours has a shout too, but shouting goes with the subject really...

I've known a few Geezers in my time
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