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I'm away until Tuesday - take care everyone
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Cheer up, it might never happen
in the morning, smell of napalm Jacks boots lay forgotten on the ground silence can be heard all around And God did make the little green men some have to die now and then Please save my Jack the lad I so much enjoy being his dad Cheer up, it might never happen kid Although I think it probably just did The Christmas speech was all Jack Straw I couldn't watch, the pain too raw Ben and Jerry keep comfort cold and Michelle's hand I get to hold I take comfort from Tony Benn son of my pals Terry and Jen so glad that he made it home now I never feel alone and so my Jack went off the cliff i'm off to roll another spliff |
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Newgrange
North of Dublin today Is a barrow, they say Which surpasses all other ones built, Where the gods rise and join At the Bend in the Boyne And the fields make an emerald quilt. In the stones on the green Many carvings are seen, Spiral mazes and diamonds ornate And the entrance there shows Where a passage grave goes, Longing for a particular date. For the ancestors knew Winter Solstice was due And they built it to watch the dawn send Beams of glory that shine Down the passage's line To the chamber designed at the end. And the dark becomes light And the chamber gets bright As the glorious sunshine is spilt, Where the gods rise and join At the Bend in the Boyne And the fields make an emerald quilt. © |
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and so my Jack went off the cliff
i'm off to roll another spliff
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No One In
'Twas very quiet on DS When I popped in today, No verses sent, a fact that meant The poets were away. On Saturday I'll be back, While this thread makes me higher, Tonight I think I'll have a drink And sit beside the fire.
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LONG TIME NO SEE
"There's something I've missed" was the thought in my head. It bothered me so much I tossed and turned in bed. "Now WHAT was the thing that I meant to do?" But try as I might it just wouldn't come through. I searched my diary and I wracked my brain almost to the point where it caused me pain! I resigned myself to the fact it was gone. I just let it go and moved quietly on. Then all of a sudden out of the blue Like a bolt from sky it came flying through! The poetry thread! Well bugger me! Haven't been there for ages! Long Time No See! |
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The poetry thread!
Well bugger me!
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This Be The Pub
While poetry is my field, I'm also fond of ale; The Royal Oak in Ifield Is central to this tale. It may not lure a baron Or those who wear a crown, Yet served by Matt and Sharon You won't leave with a frown. I can't explain quite how but The best nights here are found, The pub dog's name is Albert Who plays or sniffs around. He doesn't need a muzzle, A gentle mutt he is And if you like a puzzle, On Sundays there's a quiz. Teams sit and make suggestions, Conferring while they sup, Old Dennis asks the questions But tends to cock them up. No live band plays a bummer, As well as guitar licks Just outside in the summer The Morris Men bash sticks. I roam miles, an outsider Yet I'm a loyal bloke; For company and cider I choose the Royal Oak. © |
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Apologies for repeating an old poem
Wouldn't it be great if we could all meet up in the Royal Oak? A poet gathering Saturday nights are best, when the bands play
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Apologies for repeating an old poem
Wouldn't it be great if we could all meet up in the Royal Oak? A poet gathering Saturday nights are best, when the bands play ![]() I was reading the poem and thinking ... "sounds a lovely night out" and then there you go ... you suggested it !!!!!!! And bands too??????????????????????? HELLO !!!!! Count me IN ![]() (I feel I COULD have put all that in rhyme but was far too EXCITED) ![]() ![]()
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This Be The Pub
While poetry is my field, I'm also fond of ale; The Royal Oak in Ifield Is central to this tale. It may not lure a baron Or those who wear a crown, Yet served by Matt and Sharon You won't leave with a frown. I can't explain quite how but The best nights here are found, The pub dog's name is Albert Who plays or sniffs around. He doesn't need a muzzle, A gentle mutt he is And if you like a puzzle, On Sundays there's a quiz. Teams sit and make suggestions, Conferring while they sup, Old Dennis asks the questions But tends to cock them up. No live band plays a bummer, As well as guitar licks Just outside in the summer The Morris Men bash sticks. I roam miles, an outsider Yet I'm a loyal bloke; For company and cider I choose the Royal Oak. ©
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awesome, I really want to have a pint in the Royal Oak now
Last Saturday they had Devil's Brew on, a rockabilly band with a double bass! I staggered home really happy after that
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Northern Debbie
Some things you can't forget 'em, Here's one I haven't yet; The wedding do in Streatham Where me and Debbie met. She was a guest like I was, With Debbie one thing's sure: I fell in love, the high was Like none I'd had before. I saw her and was smitten, Her dress was short and peach, An English rose, a kitten, Yet she was out of reach. For she was with a fellow, A charmer known as Rod, His tie was grey and yellow, I thought 'You lucky sod.' The party grew much louder, I lost her in the throng, The bride's old man looked prouder, The groom's mum sang a song. With noise and good cheer growing Somebody spiked a drink, Who picked it up not knowing? Come on, who do you think? I staggered, I tried dancing, The pint from hell was free, I stumbled while advancing When Debbie spoke to me. She knew that I was slaughtered, She knew the brew I'd copped And yet she never faltered; She held my hand and bopped. They must have put some Smirnoff And rum and scotch in there, A drunkard is a turn-off But Debbie didn't care. Her necklace held a black jewel, She told me it was jade, She said she came from Blackpool And liked T. Rex and Slade. She said she'd been a model And owned some tasteful snaps, She said (though I spoke twaddle) I wasn't like most chaps. A hit by Fleetwood Mac sent Us wild, to her surprise I liked her northern accent, I loved her hazel eyes. The next song was much slower, Besotted and well wrecked, My wandering hands moved lower And then at last we necked. I don't know if Rod saw us, Where was he in the hall? No angry bloke came for us While we both had a ball. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ There'll never be another, We only met once more, By then she was a mother And nearly thirty-four. Though not much rhymes with Debbie, If I reach a low ebb I think about the great night I danced with northern Deb. © |
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Though not much rhymes with Debbie, If I reach a low ebb I think about the great night I danced with northern Deb. ©
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Ruth and Jimmy, you're both welcome
Last Saturday they had Devil's Brew on, a rockabilly band with a double bass! I staggered home really happy after that ![]()
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LOVE this Musty ..... as you will have guessed it's my cuppa tea
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It your inbox weren't full to burstin' I could've sorted THAT night out with you
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Lakeside
Here life's calm, A perfect balm Of gently lapping waves, Swans confide And herons glide, The gorgeous mallard bathes. Peaceful lake I almost ache, One thought of you and I'm Lost in a dream Where ripples gleam Reflecting the sublime. With no care I sit and stare At willows on the shore, Reservoir Divine you are, A place to reassure. When the sun Is almost done And veils of dusk unfold, Then the swans Turn into bronze And Lakeside turns to gold. © |
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Memories
You can sail or struggle through life it seems meeting people along the way. In my case it been thousands through passed years till today. My memory isn't the greatest, I've a lot of stuff on my mind. So many people I don't recall, that may sound a tad unkind. I don't think I'm a fickle gal, My heart is not stone cold But you have to be quite special If I'm to remember you of old. And here I am and there you are and now I clearly see Despite the passage of time You also didn't forget me. So hello again my dear friend I know you've been busy too. I'm happy you sort of remember me As I've never forgotten you. ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
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Strangely
Strangely I'm cheered up today, A message made me smile. I read it and was taken back to my past life for a while. And though that is not a place I'd usually choose to go. The memory was a good one of someone I used to know. So I stayed there and basked in it, and mulled it over for a while. I remembered all the chats we had and with it came the smile. Strangely I never EVER thought, that in going back to that difficult place, I'd find some lovely memories But strangely, there's a BIG smile on my face.
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So hello again my dear friend I know you've been busy too. Quote:
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Strangely I'm cheered up today, A message made me smile.
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I was going to send in a poem today, but it's a lengthy one and now I can't be arsed
It'll keep ![]() I'll be back on Thursday my friends
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Alive
Some sort of crate? It’s walls feel like they’re crushing me, Their lining soft and silkily, And a lid held by weight? Can move my arms. But shoulders held in place so tight, I push and shove with all my might, Now really alarmed! Kick with my feet. But cannot budge the walls or lid, Though wooden sounds they do forbid, It feels like concrete. Hello! Can anybody hear my calls? I’m trapped here in these silky walls…. ….Hello! |
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I was going to send in a poem today, but it's a lengthy one and now I can't be arsed
It'll keep ![]() I'll be back on Thursday my friends ![]() What's this ! Can't be arsed..can't be arsed ??? Sort it out you slacker ! Too much time in the pub ![]() How's that book going ? Must be nearly done . Remember you promised a signed copy of the last one
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Alive
Some sort of crate? It’s walls feel like they’re crushing me, Their lining soft and silkily, And a lid held by weight? Can move my arms. But shoulders held in place so tight, I push and shove with all my might, Now really alarmed! Kick with my feet. But cannot budge the walls or lid, Though wooden sounds they do forbid, It feels like concrete. Hello! Can anybody hear my calls? I’m trapped here in these silky walls…. ….Hello! I can always 'see' your poems. They are are so vivid . Remember to ask for a bell to be put in with you when your time comes ! |
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I was going to send in a poem today, but it's a lengthy one and now I can't be arsed
It'll keep ![]() I'll be back on Thursday my friends ![]() I'm AGHAST![]() This is a first isn't it? But you are forgiven because you're FABULOUS
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