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Ta BB and Ruth
My computer wizard brought down the final print-out recently (there's been about four in all). I'm now doing a forensic proof-read, looking for any more mistakes or last small improvements I can make.YAYYYYY ...... NOW I'm getting excited ![]() ![]()
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I was SO tempted to go a lot further
... but decided discretion was called for ... sadly ![]()
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Analogy is the way to go .... as long as it's subtle and not about carrots. Best not get banned in your prime
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EMPTY STATION
Imagine a little railway station, once frequented by many, now abandoned and desolate. Passengers? There aren't any! She was once so beautiful, In the morning light she shone. Bedecked with pretty flowers. Sadly, they've all gone. And down the line a little way an empty tunnel stands. Dark and cold and damp, where only litter blows and lands. Then one day, out of the blue came a rumble on the track! And far down the line, from nowhere It seemed one train came back. The powerful engine moved nearer and made the station shake. Thundering toward her leaving hot steam in it's wake. Does a building feel things? Well this little station might! A wave of excitement moved across the entire site! At first it seemed to go slowly This magnificent and mighty beast. But very soon it picked up speed was not tardy in the least! The little station knew, what was about to come. Anticipation can be very sweet having waited for so very long. The shaking turned to shudders Electric filled the air And a mighty wave of power when the train bore down on her. The sounds that were created were much like cries of joy as the train reached her and filled the empty void. She shook and rocked and groaned with the power of the train and just for those few moments she came alive again. And now the best was yet to come For the tunnel down the track was the next mark of the train. There was no going back. The tunnel's mouth was open welcoming the train Begging him to enter and let her feel again. And he did not disappoint Firm and sure and true the train powered in perfectly Custom built to get through. Violent tremors swept across the tunnel's walls. Deep low rumbles sounded Like lions mating calls. Later on that day The station was once again Empty and devoid of life But somehow, she wasn't the same. There seemed to be an air about her, not seen in a while. And though I can't be certain I'm SURE that station smiled. |
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EMPTY STATION
Then one day, out of the blue came a rumble on the track! And far down the line, from nowhere It seemed one train came back. The powerful engine moved nearer and made the station shake. Thundering toward her leaving hot steam in it's wake. Does a building feel things? Well this little station might! A wave of excitement moved across the entire site! . ![]() Poor Musty will have a seizure in the library when he reads that in the morning ! ![]() http://img02.deviantart.net/ad0e/i/2...at-d8zkods.png |
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That's the spirit !
![]() Poor Musty will have a seizure in the library when he reads that in the morning ! ![]() http://img02.deviantart.net/ad0e/i/2...at-d8zkods.png |
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The tunnel's mouth was open
welcoming the train Begging him to enter and let her feel again. ![]() Good grief, that certainly wasn't the 5:15 at Waterloo ![]() A steam train of a poem Ruth, so well written and it shows how powerful metaphors can be. I've come over all unnecessary
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Poor Musty will have a seizure in the library when he reads that in the morning !
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Carry On Kenneth
Raucous cackled leering Sid, The pay was rather paltry, Fond of Hattie; God forbid The thought of Charlie Hawtrey. Acting in the films that grate As minor stars grow bigger, Criticise the world and hate Your worthless face and figure. Mangelwurzel round the Horne, At one more dreary soiree Dish the insults and the scorn Employing gay Palare; Comb your riah, gaze at boys And when you feel frustration Have the 'Barclays', sexual joys Are dead despite temptation. Everyone's a crashing bore Except your mum, it's noted Lou sits in the front row for Her son and stays devoted, Hide emotion everywhere, Exiled within the closet, Was loneliness too hard to bear, O Kenneth please, what was it? In a restaurant rejoice And smash the rules that cage us, Flare the nostrils, raise the voice, Proceed to act outrageous, Make them plead for more until They're crying tears of laughter, Catch the instant of a thrill, The empty flat comes after. Bitch about the nation's health, Read endless books on culture, Acid-toned despise yourself And every liberal vulture; Gleeful at the great divide Accept death's steely bayonet, Grateful go with suicide, Leave diaries to explain it. © |
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![]() Good grief, that certainly wasn't the 5:15 at Waterloo ![]() A steam train of a poem Ruth, so well written and it shows how powerful metaphors can be. I've come over all unnecessary ![]() |
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Carry On Kenneth
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Thomas the Wank Engine?
Yes ... well .... that's perhaps not as diplomatic a choice of words as I'd have put ... but hey ho. ![]() ![]()
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That's the spirit !
![]() Poor Musty will have a seizure in the library when he reads that in the morning ! ![]() http://img02.deviantart.net/ad0e/i/2...at-d8zkods.png Well Thank the Lord in all his Heavens Musty survived ...... though what a way to go eh?![]() LOVE the pic BB .... a little more innocent than the beast in the poem ![]() ![]()
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Some things ........
A little drop of the Devils Brew isn't a bad thing now and again. When you've had a fairly hectic week it helps ease stress and strain. The first glass is delightful, it tends to go down a treat, the second one makes you think "I MUST get something to eat" By the time the third has hit you You forget to have a munch which is a little silly seeing as you missed lunch. Now you think you're fascinating and getting quite verbose, and suddenly you feel sparkly from your head down to your toes. A fourth glass is a GREAT idea, and as that goes down yer neck you think "I know! I'll go online" Now there's NO keeping you in check. So on you go, and start to type, don't realise you're wittering You think you're being perfectly fine whist giggling and tittering. The next day you go back and check and see just what you wrote. And you blush and die a thousand deaths and recall a well known quote. SOME things ARE better left unsaid ![]()
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Well Thank the Lord in all his Heavens Musty survived
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A little drop of the Devils Brew
isn't a bad thing now and again. You be careful with those bevvied posts Ruth
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No poem from me today but I'll try to post one tomorrow - see you soon my friends
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Yep and the Royal Oak sold Doombar for a while You be careful with those bevvied posts Ruth ![]() ![]() Though in this instance I appear to have come away unscathed ![]() ![]()
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No poem from me today but I'll try to post one tomorrow - see you soon my friends
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Winter
Remember decades ago when we were young, not a care to be had? Couldn't wait to go outside the cold never really felt bad. A bit of a scarf hung round your neck probably knitted by your mum Duffel coat, left open wide maybe gloves if you had some. And even though it was bitter the ground hard beneath your feet You'd have a really cracking time playing games in the street. Breathing out steamy mist giggling till you choke because you could pretend you were having a crafty smoke! Cold noses seemed so funny cracked lips were not much fun but when you got back home Mum would put vaseline on. Staying out till darkness fell Then you'd be called in couldn't WAIT till tomorrow To do it all again. But now I'm SLIGHTLY older And going outside in this? Yeah .... I'm just not so keen I think I'll give it a miss. IF I really HAVE to Then of course I must Pass me over my thermals I refuse to catch the bus! I will call a taxi to get where I have to go and insist the heater is on full blast I'm not a kid you know! |
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Winter
Remember decades ago when we were young, not a care to be had? Yes, I remember the long hard winters of childhood, going out in me West Ham bobble hat and suchlike Freezing though it has been for the last few days, the time of year has consolations; seeing everything covered in snow is still a wonder
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The Acrobatic Cat
The acrobatic cat's a star, Although he looks the norm, Four legs and fur so warm, He spins and bops, he never stops, His act goes down a storm. The acrobatic cat belongs To Stacey who could see How marvellously he Performed the splits to Bee Gees hits Of old like Tragedy. She named the puss 'AC' for short, A master of the groove And after every move He'll do the waltz or somersaults With nothing left to prove. If Stacey pours some milk he soars, At midnight how he jives, (Moonwalks and flips and dives!) Cartwheels a lot, her moggy's got Not nine but fifty lives. The acrobatic cat's a star, He boogies for the fun, When all is said and done No other cat can dance like that, AC is number one! © |
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The Acrobatic Cat
The acrobatic cat's a star, Although he looks the norm, Four legs and fur so warm, He spins and bops, he never stops, His act goes down a storm. © ![]() ![]()
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Oh I LOVE this Musty ..... I am definitely a big feline fan
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America took a dump
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FIRE
One day you're feeling weary and tired, There's not a great deal to look forward to. And then the next something happens and a spark awakens in you. That spark is just a little one, Not much to write home about. Only you are aware it's begun and you wonder if it will die out. Then a warm breeze comes along and fans that tiny light. It turns into a little flame that feels comfortable and right. It flickers there inside you and you wonder if it will grow? Fire is like all life. Needs fuel to feed the glow. You hope the flame will endure You just seem to KNOW it's right and you want to feel the fire. You never know, you might. And suddenly it happens you are past the faint glow phase. the perfect fuel is there, from flame is born a blaze. NOW I'm really very hot and loving this new feeling. My body is engulfed in desire. it leaves my mind reeling. Now I'm no longer weary nor tired nor feeling worn. I have something to look forward to. From fire a passion is born. Now I have become that fire with flames that dance and writhe. All because that little spark was noticed and kept alive.
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My computer wizard brought down the final print-out recently (there's been about four in all). I'm now doing a forensic proof-read, looking for any more mistakes or last small improvements I can make.

... but decided discretion was called for ... sadly 
Freezing though it has been for the last few days, the time of year has consolations; seeing everything covered in snow is still a wonder