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Witch Hunt
The crops had failed, Suspicion trailed Till fingers pointed at The widow Joan who lived alone In rags with her black cat. As rumours grew Some said she flew With demons late at night, They judged the hag and in a gag Led her with beacons bright. Despite the chill On Gallows Hill, Pulsating went the throb Among the crowd who shouted loud, A Devil-fearing mob. She swung aloft, The hangman coughed And spat but didn't check, For it was clear from every cheer The noose had snapped her neck. They threw the witch Into a ditch, They cursed the one who died, A country breed content indeed That God was on their side. © |
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Which fused all their bits
From their toes to their tits. ![]() Such a funny poem Barbeler - welcome to thread by the way
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Don't have sex – there's too much about
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Nelson left this glorious life
And Victory was his fate Nice to see a title for this one too Elyan
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Do you just do these as a pastime? They're really good.
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For above the clouds Olympians reign directing lives with humour
Greek gods not yet at rest today, still ruling by their rumour. I can't resist a bit of mythology and this ticked all the right boxes. The poem must have taken a lot of research, as it details so many characters and events. Nice to see Cyclops in there, he's one of my favourite monsters! I'm going to dig out my Jason and the Argonauts DVD now ![]() An excellent ride through Olympus
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A veritable epic BB
I can't resist a bit of mythology and this ticked all the right boxes. The poem must have taken a lot of research, as it details so many characters and events. Nice to see Cyclops in there, he's one of my favourite monsters! I'm going to dig out my Jason and the Argonauts DVD now ![]() An excellent ride through Olympus ![]() Actually I read it in a pamphlet lying on a sun bed ![]() Ohhh Jason and the Argonauts ! Great film...as long as it's the original with the fighting skeletons ![]() Great witch poem It's a good job I didn't live back then as I've got a Mallen streak these days and I think that was the sign of a witch ! Mind you I dye it, just incase I end up in a ditch
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Each Human Person by IzzyS
So many thoughts,
such a variety of emotions, thoughts, fears, wishes, hopes, daydreams, nightmares... such compassion and such anger - all are potentials, contained within, each human person. Such possibilities exist in both one and all, to experience, share, spread, confide; to connect and to devastate, for as a species we're born to be, born to feel, born to live, born to leave our mark, on those around us, others, companions of the human race. Each human person contains such potential, living out their own life, shaping those of others, the question is - which direction will yours go in? good or bad, have you any real control? does whats inside, dictated by past events, humiliation, insults, compliments, thrills, experiences and tragedy alike, form the future we face?. Or do we hold the possibilities, to break free, fly away, sever the presumptions be what is right for you and me?. Can you tell the thoughts, emotions, all that make me, me? based on what I say, do and write, or do you have the wrong idea entirely? perhaps as you read this, you sub-consciously think you know maybe, I can guess your outlook based on your outbursts, or maybe we hide, hide our true selves, deep within. Each human person has the key, symbolically, the option, to be who and what they want to be, if they can accept what they've been given and genuinely motivate themselves, you can become the good you want to see more of in the world. |
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I think I meant aspen
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Ta Sandy
I doubt if an apple actually did hit Isaac on the head - it's a nice story though ![]() ![]() Hey Little Bird Hey little bird what do you do? I sit on apples that make cider for you this apple will fall so outta the way many apples to pick for your basket today
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To find a tree with cooling shade Through meadows I would roam
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Are you having a laugh?
It was actually alpine ![]() http://portraitsofalpineplants.com/P...e%20Plants.htm |
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Great witch poem
It's a good job I didn't live back then as I've got a Mallen streak these days and I think that was the sign of a witch!![]() 'Tis the original Jason with the fighting skeletons
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Such possibilities exist
in both one and all
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I sit on apples
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Wenge
'Wenge' upset English scholars, They got in such a huff That BBC white-collars Banned Wenge from Call My Bluff. No dictionary logs it, The word receives disdain, A tawdry feeling dogs it, Perhaps I should explain; The surge when men see females Is all that Wenging means, A thrill as fast as e-mails From nice curves or tight jeans. Ingrained since we were tribal, Nobody can deny Some ladies get the eyeball As they go passing by. The same condition rightly Stirs frog and cockatoo, I've Wenged at Keira Knightley And Cher's left knocker too. The Church of England hid it, The term may not have stuck But Charles the Second did it And so did Friar Tuck. To Wenge: a sudden tingle That helps those who've been ditched, It happens when you're single Or even if you're hitched. © |
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Wenge will probably annoy hard-line feminists - I can't imagine Harriet Harperson enjoying it
The poem was meant to be funny, so I make no apologies for the content. No doubt I'll have a few Wenges on the way home too
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As ever Izzy, another thought-provoking piece. Much enjoyed
![]() I've had a poem published in a charity magazine - thats the first time I've had a poem published/printed in an official publication! I'm quite proud of that.Thats quite possibly the closest I'll get to being published but it still counts
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Land Shanty
Marching uphill, t’ward the French and their guns, A batallion of redcoats walked into the sun, With orders to capture the top of that hill, They’d need guts of iron and unwavering will The drums from the summit, accompanied by song Sent chills through the ranks of the red-coated throng But a Major on horseback, to courage provoke Raised a hat to his soldiers and sang Hearts of Oak "We’ll still make them fear And we’ll still make them flee And drub them on shore As we’ve drubbed them at sea Then cheer up my lads And with one heart let’s sing Our soldiers, our sailors Our leaders, our King" The men sang it loud as the muskets fired down And gaps in the ranks formed as some went to ground The smoke filled the air and the ranks closed again A column of England’s best red-coated men Through volleys of fire they kept marching toward The hilltop, and with it the deadly French hoard But with bayonets before them, and steel in their eyes They humbled their killers as loudly they cried "We’ll still make them fear And we’ll still make them flee And drub them on shore As we’ve drubbed them at sea Then cheer up my lads And with one heart let’s sing Our soldiers, our sailors Our leaders, our King" |
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I've had a poem published in a charity magazine - thats the first time I've had a poem published/printed in an official publication! I'm quite proud of that.
Keep plugging away - you never know where it might lead
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Land Shanty
![]() Superb imagery Elyan
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Ophelia, as painted by John Everett Millais
Among the reeds and clutching Dead Man's Fingers A form disturbed the quiet riverside; The presence of Ophelia still lingers, Though long ago it is now since she died. She'd climbed a weeping willow as intended, Yet halfway through an absent-minded dream The branch beneath her snapped and she descended, Then plunged into the unforgiving stream. The air possessed an atmosphere forbidden And as her final moments played out there A thing of beauty stayed forever hidden; The way the ripples combed her flowing hair. The flowers she'd collected for their colour Remained within her grasp despite the cold, She faded as the afternoon grew duller But still the pretty bouquet did she hold. No elegy or final tributes were made, No soul would ever witness what occurred, She drifted with the aura of a mermaid And sank into the depths where nothing stirred. http://www.tate.org.uk/art/artworks/...ophelia-n01506 |
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That's great news Izzy
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Another excellent war poem! This one reminded me of Waterloo with the red-coated English soldiers giving the French what for
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Winter vs Spring by IzzyS
What lies ahead,
after the cold, bitter winter?. Am I right to believe; there will always be, a spring on the other side?. How fleeting a reprieve can be, yet a lifeline it is indeed, for season follows season, hand in hand, from one year to the next - so will it be, always the same for me?. Happiness enforced, sadness, worry, fear; ebbed away, positivity bravely fighting; on my behalf and yours - the battle can be won, no matter how severe the frostbite, you can thaw, we will stand firm, until we're embraced by the suns healing hands. |
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I can't resist a bit of mythology and this ticked all the right boxes. The poem must have taken a lot of research, as it details so many characters and events. Nice to see Cyclops in there, he's one of my favourite monsters! I'm going to dig out my Jason and the Argonauts DVD now