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Life a Spinning Penny
Dry your eyes lost gentle soul Those tears can blind your view Of how this life can spin a change Like heads or tails when threw Don’t place your bet on what will show For each can be your way Both faces of the penny tossed Hold paths to your heyday . No face is set in granite stone You can change it with a smile A mirror cracked becomes but two To reflect each route a while. Rare is the one who travels light That coin can heavy weigh But pick it up with all your strength And toss past tales away. X
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Absolutely beautiful.
X![]() Time for a cheer up me thinks . Accidents Will Happen ! Mr Fumble was his name, all his life a dropper He’d pick a jar from off the shelf and soon it came a cropper So fed up became his wife she sent him to the doctor But as he sat down in the chair, he fell and duly socked her. ‘I see we have a problem here’ , moaned the medic agitated ‘I’ll prescribe a pill to steady things , take one a day as stated’ ‘Come back in a week or two, we’ll see if you’re complying ’ ‘ Thank you doc, I’ll do just that’, stood up and knocked her flying The next day came he took his pill and waited for its action His wife dared take her helmet off so sure of the reaction As hours ticked by well pleased was he, no thing of worth was cracked Out for a walk he took himself, once dishes carefully stacked. Along the path he skipped and sang, no lampposts were head butted And at the local paper shop, along the aisle he strutted ‘No broken things to pay today’ he laughed to the assistants Who popped up from behind the till, as normally kept their distance The week went well without a bump, no injuries had happened And all his bruising set to fade as previously he’d blackened Then all at once he heard a squeal, his wife was soon to spoil it Helmet back upon her head , cried ‘I’ve dropped your pills right down the toilet !’ |
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no it's not a dead art but it's not a profession as for me
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‘Thank you doc, I’ll do just that’, stood up and knocked her flying
Imagine if you caught that, it'd be like being drunk all the time Great funny poem BB ![]() I think I upset a friend last night, I got so bladdered I can't remember nowt Oh well, it won't be my first pub ban if it is one
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no it's not a dead art but it's not a profession as for me
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English Treasure
Queen Boudicca's calibre Arthur's sword Excalibur Poppies at the Cenotaph Gandalf and his magic staff, Melancholy verse by Keats Triffids on deserted streets Dramas known as kitchen sinks Sunny singles by the Kinks, Dreams that Millais left behind Country lanes that tend to wind Looming Stonehenge megaliths Dover's line of chalky cliffs, Betjeman and William Blake Bluebird speeding on the lake Alfred Hitchcock, Robin Hood Roast beef next to batter pud, Pots of tea for pick-me-ups Non-league teams in FA Cups Cornish bays with little boats Kenneth Williams anecdotes, Vintage cars that need a push Lily Langtry and Kate Bush Enid Blyton's Noddy tales Supertramp, the Yorkshire Dales, Fish and chips and shepherd's pies Eric Morecambe, Ernie Wise Tommy Cooper's scarlet fez Whistle Down The Wind and Kes, Village taverns, Desperate Dan Thomas Paine's The Rights of Man Sunlight on the Pennines Way Skies of unrelenting grey, Alan Bennett, Morrissey Weston-super-Mare by sea Peter Pan, a bear named Pooh And The Long Good Friday too, Henry Tudor's lengthy reign HG Wells and Michael Caine Winston Churchill, Rubber Soul English treasure makes me whole. © |
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No. Poetry is still very much alive. Although, it's not a money maker, but it calms you down. But I see students nowadays are losing interest in poetry as they find it hard but we are trying to find interesting ways like Flashcards to make them interesting, understand and remember.
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With Acknowledgement and Thanks To Mr M For His Inspiration
Love tearing us apart again Anthony Neil Wedgwood Benn Fish and chips by the sea Slice of lemon with Earl Grey Tea Heaven knows I'm miserable now Fred Dinenage saying 'How' BBC's Match of the Day The chorus of Glad To Be Gay Bletchley Park, Alan Turing Three Lions never roaring The glory of Waterloo The terror of Peterloo I Am The Resurrection My grandad's cigarette card collection Shakespeare's plays Rainy days Summer haze Latest craze Sunday laze Hampton maze Salary raise Songs of Praise These are the days Of our lives . . . |
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Mr Grumpy
''He's a grumpy old git'' so everyone says ''Very bad tempered and set in his ways'' I looked at him, his weathered face. I watched him walk a strange gait without grace. He didn't speak he seemed to glare, just muttered a bit, had an unfriendly stare. But the next time I saw him I gave him a smile Said "hello, how are you?" and we chatted awhile. I could see, at first he was taken aback. Then he smiled too He wasn't under attack! Be nice if you can Is the way I see it and you know, I found He's NOT a grumpy old git! |
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Mr Grumpy
''He's a grumpy old git'' so everyone says ''Very bad tempered and set in his ways'' I looked at him, his weathered face. I watched him walk a strange gait without grace. He didn't speak he seemed to glare, just muttered a bit, had an unfriendly stare. But the next time I saw him I gave him a smile Said "hello, how are you?" and we chatted awhile. I could see, at first he was taken aback. Then he smiled too He wasn't under attack! Be nice if you can Is the way I see it and you know, I found He's NOT a grumpy old git!
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The Sleeping Grurg
In the land of Spod, where the sky is red, And the ground is purply blue, Slept a grurg called Nod, in an upright bed, With a wilt of malm and wrew. And the grurg blew snores, that upset the gnids, Who lived in his gnarbled ned, So they filled their gores, with some zerted fids, And yurlfuls of harbled bread. But the grurgley snores, shook the ned’s old quibs, Then rattled it’s tindley hard, So the poor uddled gnores, packed their tews and vibs, And moved to the brnidley brard. |
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The Sleeping Grurg
In the land of Spod, where the sky is red, And the ground is purply blue, Slept a grurg called Nod, in an upright bed, With a wilt of malm and wrew. And the grurg blew snores, that upset the gnids, Who lived in his gnarbled ned, So they filled their gores, with some zerted fids, And yurlfuls of harbled bread. But the grurgley snores, shook the ned’s old quibs, Then rattled it’s tindley hard, So the poor uddled gnores, packed their tews and vibs, And moved to the brnidley brard. Lets hope Nod doesn't meet any slivey toves in the brnidley brard ![]() PS. I bet that took some getting passed autocorrect
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Claps Loudly !
Lets hope Nod doesn't meet any slivey toves in the brnidley brard ![]() PS. I bet that took some getting passed autocorrect ![]() ![]() I used a PC. If I had used my Ipad it would take me about three weeks to write that. |
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Clattering fiasco
Twas the sounds of a clattering fiasco to find the tray to bake a cake for a friend who came around to bring a dress for her to wear for the ball to meet her prince she clattered those pots and pans |
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The sun came out at midnight
and flooded the air with light, slowly curtains opened, sleepers woken by the golden light. Faces pressed against glass, eyes focusing, confused heads, clocks checked, double takes, sleepers rising from their beds. Late (or early?) morning chorus broke into the sunlit night as doors slowly opened onto the surreal sight. Step out into the road, the drive, avenue and street, look up with squinting eyes, and feel the living heat. Neighbour turned to neighbour to share a silent thought, the common question known, an impossible answer sought. The sun came out at midnight and flooded the air with light, confusion, anger, fear, terror, burnt out this wondrous sight. |
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With Acknowledgement and Thanks To Mr M For His Inspiration
Nice to see the Stone Roses in there and I liked the ending too - possibly a Queen reference?
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Twas the sounds of a clattering fiasco
to find the tray to bake a cake You've been much missed! I loved this and saw images of a chaotic kitchen
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I see students nowadays are losing interest in poetry
The dread march of technology is stunting young imaginations too. But poetry isn't a dead art, as this thread proves in a small way
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I can't wait to catch up on the rest of the posts, this page is one of the best I've read yet
Time is pressing sadly, so I'll pop in on Saturday ![]() The Sleeping Grurg awaits
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American Gothic
When Andrew Wyeth painted that Intractable Maine sky, I stared at it until I asked Why did Christina lie Abandoned in her lonely field, Why did life pass her by? The hunter hunts a boy and girl, It's Robert Mitchum's look That makes you glad they sail away, Of Mice and Men, the book Where Lennie held the pretty wife And strangled till she shook. The catcher in the rye exists, In Blue Velvet I sense Behind the ordinary home And painted picket fence The darkness of suburbia, A secret so intense. Deserted are the Kansas plains, They whisper restlessly Where Truman wrote his story of The Clutter family, He captured mankind in cold blood, Along with Harper Lee. She wrote of childhood innocence And hatred being stirred, If Boo Radley steps on your porch Or if a creak is heard Remember it's a mortal sin To kill a mockingbird. © |
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Great write Ruth, this could be about Victor Meldrew 'The smile that you send out returns to you' - I like that saying
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The Sleeping Grurg
![]() I've never seen so many red lines in a quote A true feat of the imagination, well done Elyan
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slowly curtains opened,
sleepers woken by the golden light.
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Great funny poem BB
Oh well, it won't be my first pub ban if it is one
