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Angus and the Monster
'Twas on a gloomy Loch Ness shore Where swirling fog had whitened That Angus J McTavish saw A thing that left him frightened. A strange occurrence while he drank Disturbed his nightly tipples; Despite the booze inside his tank He noticed lots of ripples. And then a giant slowly rose, A prehistoric classic, Poor Angus dropped his flask and froze, The monster looked Jurassic! While running to the nearest inn His tam-o'-shanter bobbled And when he heard the creature's din His sporran shook and wobbled. The locals mocked his drunken lilt, They told him he was crackers, So Angus lifted up his kilt And flashed them with his knackers. Although he lives with ridicule And wishes they would knock less, Despite the laughter as a rule He still goes down to Loch Ness. So if you're there and hear odd sounds The tide may not be risky; If not old Nessie on her rounds It's Angus pissed on whisky. © |
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Lovely, Musty.
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Lovely, Musty.
Autumn will come soon by the looks of those trees![]() National Trust properties are far too expensive now in my opinion - I used to visit loads though
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I stand amongst the flowers
with scent so sweet around
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The heat of the sun,
the cool of the rain, ![]() Speak soon gang
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National Trust properties are far too expensive now in my opinion - I used to visit loads though ![]() I visited Osterley House recently and what's lovely is that they have volunteers that are there to help answer any questions, I did ask a few ![]() Also what was interesting, was that there was a running race on the grounds but I didn't see the racing, just saw the signs to say, go this way, don't go this way
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Another corker Sandy - I love walking near wild flowers
![]() ![]() The bees love the flowers also. though a bee landed on me the other day, I asked the bee what are you doing and the bee then flew away
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Angus and the Monster
It's Angus pissed on whisky. ![]() Angus shouldn't drink the whisky
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Who holds that light in the woods? Hand-held in the dark, darting between trunks, looping branches. Now fixed, still, looking unblinking at me - who holds that light in the woods? Who opened the gate in the middle of the night? Left scraping on its rusted fingers in the swaying wind so the dog could rush out free away from the house to follow invisible scents - who opened the gate in the middle of the night? Whose steps disturb the gravel path? In silence, chipped edges rolled away heavy under foot, soil exposed, grey stones muddied – whose steps disturb the gravel path? Is that a shadow on the bedroom wall? Slicing through the whitened room, arm outstretched reaching for the other side, then gone from the corner of my eye - Whose shadow was on the bedroom wall? Whose lips brush my face? Whose breath clouds my eyes? Whose hand seals my mouth and nose? Whose grinning face sears, then fades with the dying of the night? |
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Some lovely places to visit but I usually visit the London houses
![]() I prefer bees to wasps
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Who opened the gate in the middle of the night?
This kept me riveted the whole way through, no mean feat for a lengthy piece of work. I like the way you only used one word on some of the lines. Superbly scary
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Jack Looks Back
I had the best solution For rampant prostitution, How my resentment grew, I hated every harlot Adorned in black and scarlet Who marred the East End view. They offered thighs so milky In stockings tight and silky, Assuming I would pay, Among those I selected Not one of them suspected They were in fact my prey. To whores extremely willing I never paid a shilling, I pounced before they stripped, To murder every tramp right In foggy London's lamplight I plunged the knife and ripped. My actions made the law twitch, Fear rippled out of Shoreditch To Whitechapel and back, The body-parts I'd taken Left lords and ladies shaken, I signed my name as 'Jack'. Five girls had come a cropper, Before long every copper Worked like a busy bee, I used to go out strolling And watch the fools patrolling Who failed to capture me. I stayed free and unbeaten, Though not a son of Eton Or hero of the State, What mystery I triggered, A riddle none have figured Since eighteen eighty-eight. © |
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Whoopeee - we made 100,000 views
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I visited the Tower of London years ago but it was completely packed with tourists
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I visited The Tower of London, many years ago when I was a schoolgirl.
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T'thread's gone a bit quiet
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I Am by John Clare 1793-1864
I am: yet what I am none cares or knows, My friends forsake me like a memory lost; I am the self-consumer of my woes, They rise and vanish in oblivious host, Like shades in love and death's oblivion lost; And yet I am! and live with shadows tost Into the nothingness of scorn and noise, Into the living sea of waking dreams, Where there is neither sense of life nor joys, But the vast shipwreck of my life's esteems; And e'en the dearest - that I loved the best - Are strange - nay, rather stranger than the rest. I long for scenes where man has never trod; A place where woman never smil'd or wept; There to abide with my creator, God, And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept: Untroubling and untroubled where I lie; The grass below - above the vaulted sky. |
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I'm back again, here to depress everyone again(!) only kidding (somewhat). I hope to write a more cheery piece perhaps a bit later, if I can think of something not relating to the sun/sunsets or the weather, since thats what I tend to write about, aside from my personal issues. This is my latest poem anyway.
Elusive Clarity (One Day) by IzzyS. My mind thinks, constantly, frantically, this worry or that, have I done this...or that...? what if? they must have thought...? I'm sure im supposed to be doing something else but I can't quite remember *what*. Staring at my computer screen, as seconds turn to minutes, minutes fade away and still my mind is kept busy - wondering, thinking, questioning, supposing... a part of me prays for the peace of quiet. Glossing over, staring at social media news feeds, unsure what to comment - reading, reading, scrolling, scrolling, thinking ever so much; constantly, my mind goes blank and I realise I don't know what im doing. Why is my mind so full of fog? there are few things as truly frustrating, so I find, as the inability to word quite what I'm thinking, how im feeling, in a precise manner, to express my constant busyness properly, to convey what lies within. How I wish for that elusive clarity, so often hidden; out of sight, if only there were; the existence of a pause button, a way to clear my mind, produce enforced relaxation; as I often feel unable to allow myself that small mercy. Can you really force yourself to just let go? to shrug things off and not allow yourself to contain, to keep any trace of anxiety, doubt, nerves or worries, about whatever may have been on your mind, to quieten your talkative mind and let things just be? appreciate the now for what it is, what it offers you. If so, that must surely be a powerful ability, one I'd be most envious of, without a shadow of a doubt. Can anyone point me in the direction, of this imagined ability?. I believe I need to give myself a break. Thinking so quickly, thoughts constantly appear then hide away, I have to be quick witted to keep things in focus, its a tiring affair. One day perhaps, I'll win the battle, the fog will clear and clarity will arrive, and stay there for some time, so I can take slow down the bombardment, of thoughts, fears, questions and so on - One day. One day. |
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I really enjoy your nature poetry Izzy - thanks for sharing
![]() Speak soon gang ![]() I enjoy writing those pieces.
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I came up with this - short and sweet (and cheesy).
Thank you, for all that you do, for being there for me, for the connection that is true thank you, for being you. |
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I just wrote this too
![]() How To Put Across...? by IzzyS As I sit here, I wonder how, how to put across, the beauty out there, all that our eyes can behold - scanning the horizons, of the wide outdoors. I struggle, to convey what we may glimpse on the best of days. There are breathtaking beauty spots, panoramas just waiting to be experienced, proudly displayed for those who wish to see, from the most tranquil country corner to the loudest coastal cliff, waves crashing fiercely, the lifeblood contained within clearly beckoning. Do you see what I see? you may not need to travel far, peer out your window and look, really look, look as far as the eye can see, what do you see?. What is out there, waiting to be noticed, to be seen and appreciated?. The Earth offers many wonders, if you care to look, you may be surprised by what you discover. |
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To The Wife
There was a fellow called Percy who loved to shout arrivederci! while leaving the pub with a bottle of stout and some egg cress sandwiches gathered about he tipsyed along on his way home to the wife who sat up waiting, watching The Meaning of Life as he reached his front gate, he heard laughing galore aww he thought to himself, home, to the wife I adore |
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It's a great place, full of history
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Originally Posted by IzzyS
I came up with this - short and sweet (and cheesy).
Thank you, for all that you do, for being there for me, for the connection that is true thank you, for being you.
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Asked the curious hare to the rabbit, How depraved is the hole you inhabit? Told it's not that uncommon, For the does in the warren, To take out your carrot and grab it. |
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Wow, quite a bit to catch up on - great stuff
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