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Smilodon
A cat designed for violence Approaches prey in silence Amid the forest green, Two fangs, it never flinches, Two fangs around ten inches, A sabre-toothed machine. And if it makes an error And mammals flee in terror, Then human food will do, No pack ever announces The moment when it pounces, Death comes out of the blue. A fascinating study, With snouts all red and bloody The gangs eat and move on, Cats now are just a sequel And none of them can equal The fangs of Smilodon. © |
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I walk through the words
as though they were fields Then I saw my mistake and re-read it - a clever play on words I thought
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I misread this as 'I walk through the woods' Sandy
Then I saw my mistake and re-read it - a clever play on words I thought ![]() ![]() Words are funny, words can be misplaced sometimes, left somewhere to be found. |
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She's a legend
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I find it very hard to remember them
In fact, it's such hard work for me, it tends to take away the enjoyment of the poem. The Ballad of Reading Gaol is an absolute epic - I'd salute anyone who could recite it ![]() Quote:
I'll bookmark your post and let you know - some time next year.
![]() Salute, if you please. ![]() I staggered to the end of the learning process yesterday, can get through it with a few pauses and probably the wrong word here or there. |
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Words are funny, words can be misplaced sometimes, left somewhere to be found.
Ronnie Barker was a master at it - four candles ![]() Quote:
I staggered to the end of the learning process yesterday, can get through it with a few pauses and probably the wrong word here or there.
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Fossil by the Sea
The fossil washed up on the shore, Its strange appearance there I saw, Down on the beach I bent to reach, Investigate and see. On close inspection I observed That old survivor, ridged and curved And while it gleamed The relic seemed To turn a distant key. When brushed away, the cold wet sand Revealed the treasure in my hand, My wonder grew As seagulls flew, Sometimes you just feel free. Time hadn't made the patterns fade, For pretty little spirals played, Without a sound I almost found The fossil spoke to me Of unknown eras long ago, Of ages in the ebb and flow, When cells were warmed And life first formed; Creation's mystery. © |
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Wordplay is endless
Ronnie Barker was a master at it - four candles ![]()
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Thank You Kind Sir
If I should fall on a leave I would stand up graceful as others may stand and observe but to the nice fellow that asked with care all was right thank you kind sir you are a gentleman reward as such recompensed |
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Fossil by the Sea
When brushed away, the cold wet sand Revealed the treasure in my hand, My wonder grew As seagulls flew, Sometimes you just feel free.
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Thank You Kind Sir
If I should fall on a leave I would stand up graceful as others may stand and observe but to the nice fellow that asked with care all was right thank you kind sir you are a gentleman reward as such recompensed
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When F was S
In days of old when knights were bold And wore metallic sections, The English language dripped with gold And needed few corrections. Yet many authors couldn't stand To write the letter 'S', The quill would bend or swivel and Create an inky mess. As parchment tore and poets swore Oblivion S faced; A charming letter was no more, By F it was replaced. Nobody kicked up too much fuff, Though few could read a word The different method fuited uf And didn't feem abfurd, While Milton thought it very ftrange How S waf put to death, Moft were contented with the change Of fubftituting F. Old Famuel Pepyf enjoyed a meal And after drinking wine He f**ked each finger with great zeal Then wrote another line. But shortly S returned again, As F's eviction came The pen usurped the quill and then The language stayed the same. I'm glad the style did not persist, Or we'd have Frank Finatra And no wise existentialist Could work as Jean Paul Fartre. © |
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you are a gentleman
reward as such recompensed
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Purgatory
And the ward is made, and the Chaplain prayed And the tools are laid in line And the table legs are cut to size As the beast prepares to dine And the battle roars, ‘round the battered corps And the bodies fall again And the stretchers aren’t enough to cope As they ferry broken men And the Privates moan, and the Corporals groan, And the Sergeants writhe in pain And the orderlies slip, and almost trip As their tired arms bear the strain And the wounded press, in a screaming mess, And the surgeon’s saw is hone And the leather bit is drowned in spit As he cuts through flesh and bone |
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Apple Tree Man
The apple tree man moves around, A rumour on the breeze, Unselfish and invisible, A whisper in the trees. Down avenues of red and green His labour has begun; To bring the orchard nourishment With spells of rain and sun. He tends the fruit so carefully, The apple-blossoms sway With pleasure as he passes by And makes his silent way. © |
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You haven't lost your touch Musty, and great to see other talented poets on here too.
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Great poem Elyan! It's cringe-inducing to imagine what soldiers went through in the past. I have to look away from scenes of surgery, particularly those in the 19th century Navy - even though it's only being acted. Your poetry has a way of conjuring up the reality of war.
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Death in the Rookery
Through the dank and smoky darkened gloom Of alleyways and lichened dripping walls Below a hundred packed and stinking rooms That hold all hell for those that there befall A dozen infants cry in hungered pain Their wailing fills the air above the inns But learn their cries must cruelly be in vain On ears of staggering mothers soaked in gin Two pennies for a time they claim is good A cold-eyed pimp unfeelingly observes Another night perhaps he’d say he would But now his time and strength he should preserve For the guinea in his purse has bought his time A hand to feel the blade, safe at his breast His heartless face reflects a skill in crime Tonight his victim’s throat will this attest He’ll wait in shadows for the perfect hour While eyes who know his business do the same And as the watchers slink away and cower A neck of blood and grizzle he will claim Then while the draining body is still warm The little ones will come to strip it clean And a miracle the rookery performs To make it as the man had never been They’ll dump his naked body in the Thames To keep the Peelers out of their concern And never they’ll have seen or heard his name In fear the ruthless killer will return |
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You haven't lost your touch Musty, and great to see other talented poets on here too.
Glad to see you're still around
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Through the dank and smoky darkened gloom
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UK Place-Names
Instead of modern Sat Nav I read maps quaint and old, From mine here's places that have Weird titles to behold. The UK breezes billow Round signposts north and south; Some point you to Prickwillow, Some lead to Cockermouth. I've never really got 'em, Each one is quite unique, Why call somewhere Pratt's Bottom Or Frisby on the Wreake? Unlike Newquay and Frinton They often sound obscene, What gave us Piddlehinton And what if Acock's Green? The presence of strong liquor Could answer for the bodge That conjured Upper Dicker As well as Knockie Lodge. It's strange to see them written, Yet stranger knowing that A village in Great Britain Is really known as Twatt. Perhaps the local trollops Inspired Fockerby But nothing tops The Wallops And Wetwang by the sea. These names should never alter, We'd dearly feel their loss, Though some make my eyes water; Especially Balls Cross. © |
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The presence of strong liquor Could answer for the bodge That conjured Upper Dicker As well as Knockie Lodge. © ![]() Proper laugh out loud, and very clever.Thanks by the way musty. |
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Paris, The Day After by IzzyS
What is there to say, to all the people who pull through, to all the people who made it, those who saw; the brutality inflicted, breathed the same air as such chilling evil personified?. At times like this, bleakness may seem far too apparent, the apparent random nature, the viciousness, the cruelty, how do we respond?. It can't be denied, that democratic freedom is abhorred by some; yet we have so much to be proud of, we should all come together, stand as one, state, loud and clear, that we will not allow you, to dictate our way of life. We will not; let terror win, for as deeply worrying as it undoubtedly is, to be a part of the Westernised world some condemn, we have a duty, to carry on our lives, to show our children, who, in turn, shall show their children, that we are proud of our freedoms. Everywhere, here in the West, may feel somehow at risk, at present, yet together we can, no, we shall, we WILL, make it clear to those with such deeply ingrained hate, hate of us, of our freedoms, rights and ways of life, that we will not be dictated to out of fear. We will not let the fear, the terrorising, win, we will not beat to the sound of your drum, we will weep for each and every lost innocent, of course, we're only human; but we must, I hope we shall, attempt at all costs, through some unknown method, which I pray is discovered, let it be so, please let it be, that the shameful, horrendous, barbaric loss of innocent lives may be ended without many more volumes of blood shed. I know how dreamlike this must sound, the sound of dreaming and hoping...still I know, that the power of hope is indeed a strong, powerful entity, so now and forevermore I hold on to it, with hopes it comes to pass. |
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Why??
So many questions going round in my head, that, the happy yesterday, are now lying ..... dead. Why? Do I feel helpless, and what can I say to stop this happening another day? Why? |
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Then I saw my mistake and re-read it - a clever play on words I thought
