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Old 28-09-2015, 10:07
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Love and Fish and Chips

I never shall forget Natasha Callum,
Like Helen, an immortal beauty queen,
The face that launched a thousand chips in Balham,
Which isn't Troy, but you know what I mean.

On Friday nights I'd go down to the chippie
To worship her, the girl who stole my heart,
Natasha was a student and a hippie
But serving fish she turned into an art.

No words of wisdom ever could have cured me,
Had she been out with many other boys?
Was it the way she shovelled cod that lured me
Or just the contour of her saveloys?

To break the ice would need the greatest caution,
A chat-up line is awkward when you're near
A goddess who is wrapping up a portion
And there's a queue behind you that can hear.

I wondered if she felt the same desire,
For every time I gazed into her eyes
She focussed on the chips inside the fryer
Or walked away to rearrange the pies.

A few words would have been so reassuring,
I'd never hear 'I love you' come from Nat,
The only thing she said to me was boring;
'Do you want salt and vinegar with that?'

Then I heard through a mate called Sidney Perkins
Some shocking news about my English rose;
Disgruntled with the haddock, plaice and gherkins
She'd swapped them for a job at Rumbelows.

Her absence left me feeling rather jaded,
Although I miss Natasha's luscious lips,
I ask myself today, now passion's faded
Was I in love with her or fish and chips?


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Old 28-09-2015, 10:11
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I had the song 'Waterloo Sunset' stuck in my head just the other day.
A classic

until we're embraced
by the suns healing hands.
A beautiful poem Izzy I love cold autumn days like today
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Old 28-09-2015, 11:18
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A classic


A beautiful poem Izzy I love cold autumn days like today
Indeed!. Aw thank you I mentioned my poetry to my therapist this morning, for the first time. She's asked me to bring one of my poems in to show her but only if I feel comfortable with that. I think I'll bring the magazine in to show her that, when im back in a couple of weeks.

I don't mind autumn days, as long as there's no frost or ice yet. One step from me anywhere around the vicinity of (black) ice and I skid down like a knife sliding through butter lol
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Old 02-10-2015, 10:00
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I, Banana

An ode to praise bananas,
It's high time one was penned,
I'm not like dull sultanas,
For I, banana bend.

I'm also smooth and dandy,
Nutritional as grapes
And come in very handy
For feeding chimps and apes.

I keep emotions guarded,
Without a stone or pip
Yet if I am discarded
Be careful you don't slip.

A coconut, you crack it,
No struggle comes with me;
My lovely yellow jacket
Peels off so easily.

When I hear Mellow Yellow
By Donovan, it's true
I want to thank the fellow,
Bananarama too.

As fruits go, I'm a great one
But as you know my friend,
You'll never see a straight one,
For I, banana bend.


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Old 02-10-2015, 10:03
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I mentioned my poetry to my therapist this morning, for the first time.
I actually think writing poetry is really good therapy. Personal poems can say things that it's hard to in conversation
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Old 02-10-2015, 20:50
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I actually think writing poetry is really good therapy. Personal poems can say things that it's hard to in conversation
I think it can be quite therapeutic, yes.
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Old 02-10-2015, 22:04
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I, Banana

As fruits go, I'm a great one
But as you know my friend,
You'll never see a straight one,
For I, banana bend.


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But according to EU rules you can bend, but you can't have "abnormal curvature"

Great peoms Musty, really liked the Chippy ode too.
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Old 03-10-2015, 12:29
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Originally Posted by mr. mustard

A few words would have been so reassuring,
I'd never hear 'I love you' come from Nat,
The only thing she said to me was boring;
'Do you want salt and vinegar with that?'



Great poem and very funny
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Old 03-10-2015, 12:34
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Originally Posted by IzzyS
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.
That's good, Izzy. What was the poem about?
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Old 03-10-2015, 12:38
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Originally Posted by mr. mustard;
I, Banana

An ode to praise bananas


Bananas
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Old 03-10-2015, 19:41
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That's good, Izzy. What was the poem about?
Health anxiety.
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Old 03-10-2015, 19:45
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Health anxiety.
Hopefully your poem will help others in a positive way.
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Old 03-10-2015, 19:48
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Hopefully your poem will help others in a positive way.
Maybe, thanks.
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Old 06-10-2015, 09:12
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But according to EU rules you can bend, but you can't have "abnormal curvature"
Great poem and very funny
Thanks all (sod the EU )
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Old 06-10-2015, 09:22
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Coalbrookdale

At Coalbrookdale the only goal
Was smelting tons of coking coal,
In industry's initial phase
Men hammered here for nights and days,
A citadel where sparks flew high
To mutilate the English sky.

The workers stoked an open gorge,
With iron ore to shape and forge,
They found a seam of liquid pitch
That boiled and sweating like a bitch,
Toil guaranteed increasing sales
For cylinders and wheels and rails.

At Iron Bridge the rise of trade
Would split the rich and poorly paid;
While evening glistened hot and blushed
And spurting, belching rivers gushed
An empire saw the way ahead,
When profits from the soil were bled.

Volcanic bellows used to blast
But market forces never last,
The furnaces went like the mill
And Iron bridge, they all fell still,
Now peace has claimed the noisy glen;
At Coalbrookdale life's calm again.


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Old 06-10-2015, 10:22
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Forlorn Hope

The siege guns worked the fortress wall,
Ten thousand pounds of iron ball,
Now it’s no longer standing tall,
Behold the crumbled breach.

Inside they scrambled ‘round to shore,
That gaping hole the balls have tore,
With baskets, chairs and wooden doors,
They built a shambling pleach.

Out here the evening’s dark conceals,
The grinder at his sharpening wheel,
To edge our murderous blades of steel,
Now carefully sheathed away

That distant fiddle won't abate
Our thoughts of what may come of fate
At campfires, we in silence wait
For night to come to day
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Old 09-10-2015, 21:20
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Are you there?

Are you there?
or are you not
speaking in a crowd
to be big or what
with words you've said
to upset the few
who help the very
words you drew
to carry on through
you will be who
remember this as before
without them you are
essentially lost at core
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Old 09-10-2015, 21:40
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We're In Woking

As we're dancing
we're romancing
As we're laffing
we're entrancing
As we're joking
we're in Woking
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Old 10-10-2015, 07:57
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one for a mother and daughter https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nmUN8o26nf8
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Old 10-10-2015, 09:12
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Forlorn Hope

They built a shambling pleach.
Another great military ode - I found this had a deep sense of foreboding Elyan. I'm not familiar with the term pleach though
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Old 10-10-2015, 09:14
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speaking in a crowd
to be big or what
I don't know why but this reminded me of that deluded twit Jeremy Corbyn
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Old 10-10-2015, 09:15
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As we're joking
we're in Woking
I went to Woking once, it's nice. The Jam came from there too Sandy
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Old 10-10-2015, 09:16
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Thanks for that Jimmy
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Old 10-10-2015, 09:29
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The Pink Dalek

Far off in outer space there was a world of metal dudes,
The Daleks lived on Skaro and were always in bad moods
But brightly through the ranks of that unkind robotic race
A pink one made its way, a most extraordinary case.

What caused the different mind-set and the shocking vivid tone?
I have no explanation, though unrest was not unknown;
Its sucker and its laser never seemed to be a threat
Yet it unsettled nearly every Dalek that it met.

'EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE!' the others used to shout
And while it had the same voice, here's what generated doubt:
It bellowed 'HELLO DUCKY' and if very bored, for dares
It made flamboyant entrances, despite the lack of stairs.

When Davros heard the rumours and invited it along,
The leader's questions only made it burst into a song
But Abba's Mamma Mia didn't need a full-on roar
And as it slaughtered Dancing Queen guards rolled it out the door.

One night it span in circles and was seen by Doctor Who,
The Time Lord gave a warning but it only yelled 'GET YOU',
It spared the Doctor's life and when he'd thanked his lucky stars
He started up the Tardis and he buggered off to Mars.

It saw world domination as a silly little fad,
It hosted Dalek parties, more a diva than a cad,
The Cybermen were passing and they thought it was a hoot
And now they're dressed in pink without a single silver suit.


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Old 10-10-2015, 10:19
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Thanks for that Jimmy
thought I may be the only one that liked it
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