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I'm glad everyone enjoyed the tennis, I found it completely gripping
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Well you'll be pleased to hear you can see all the highlights again right now.
Goodnight
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Whisper
Have you ever done something so daring you couldn’t even tell your mum or dad? Only whisper it into the ear of your best friend because it was so very very bad. I have. And if you promise to be my best friend, and never tell anyone, then I’ll whisper in your ear. Do you promise? Do you swear? Cross your heart and hope to die? Stick a needle in your eye? Then – I’ll tell. I’ve climbed up the vicar’s tree and scrumped an apple for my tea. I’ve scrambled over next door’s wall because they wouldn’t throw back my ball. In the park, from behind a log, I watched Terry and Julie having a snog. At granny’s house I got some mustard and mixed it into grandad’s custard. I’ve taken away the teacher’s pen and when she replaced it, I did it again. I’ve stolen sweets from Caroline, gave them to my friends and said they were mine. I got some slugs and painted them red and hid them in my sister’s bed. I’ve stolen my dad’s red aerosol can and sprayed “f**k” on the back of his van. But worst of all, and this is a fact, is what I did to next door’s cat. Every night they call out it’s name but I know they’ll never see it again. So don’t say a word, not even a peep, it’s buried deep within their compost heap. It’s only to teach them a lesson, that’s all, they really should have thrown back my ball. Now every night when all are asleep, I sneak through their garden to the compost heap. I claw my way through the muck and the crap to check on the state of their rotting cat. The ribs are now showing, white and fresh, sticking out from the moulding melting flesh. So remember, my friend, you must never tell, for the compost heap is there for you as well. |
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At granny’s house I got some mustard and mixed it into grandad’s custard. I went through so many emotions reading this - an enjoyable confession of a normal childhood sours with spite as the poem progresses. The playful japes gradually get worse until the pet appears. As a cat-lover, this section disturbed me greatly, but the cruelty's explained in the final deadly threat. The poem struck me as nothing less than an embryo psychopath's anthem. Sharing the same gallows humour as The Beatles' infantile killer Maxwell with his silver hammer, this is another corker ![]() (of course I loved the mustard reference too )
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![]() I wrote a much longer reply earlier today, but then managed somehow to delete all but the last line - and gave up.
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I wrote a much longer reply earlier today, but then managed somehow to delete all but the last line - and gave up.
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Oh no Biz
![]() It came at the end of a frustrating search for something else, and I was mentally exhausted.
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It's all right for you grinning.
It came at the end of a frustrating search for something else, and I was mentally exhausted. ![]() Hopefully I'll be posting a new poem later on today, it's one that goes with the sunny weather Biz
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((((((Biz)))))) Have a hug
Hopefully I'll be posting a new poem later on today, it's one that goes with the sunny weather Biz ![]() Today I'm physically exhausted and I'm now sitting in the warm draught from two fans.I know how to enjoy myself. |
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Billy TwoCan.
Billy TwoCan drank his third. Something deep inside him stirred. First a finger twitched in time and then a foot, as if to mime a feeling he could not resist (even though he was pissed). Knowing what he held within, no longer fearing for his skin, he up'd and ran up to the stage. Billy had escaped his cage and people laughed to see him sway. Billy knew it was his day. Surrounded now by expectation. Frozen in his start formation. Suddenly his tune came on and all his mortal fear was gone. He danced like there was no tomorrow. Moves which no one else could follow. He who once looked quite pathetic - now so tall and energetic. Soon finished then to great applause and drinking celebrating cause; and new found friends found new respect, and happy after. No regret. |
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Billy TwoCan.
a feeling he could not resist (even though he was pissed). What a great name, Billy TwoCan - I like the way his starring turn won him respect from others, sometimes a few beers can help. Dutch courage, or in my case Strongbow Nice one John ![]() Quote:
Today I'm physically exhausted and I'm now sitting in the warm draught from two fans.
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Brian Wilson's Smile
Brian Wilson smiled, Hearing impaired, as a boy He created tunes in joy, Just a kid beguiled By a Gershwin rhapsody, On piano playing free. Dennis, tanned and fit Was the sibling who impressed, Surfing on another crest Of a wave, he lit Breakers at the Beach Boys’ birth On the Californian surf. Three brothers inclined, Singing gorgeous harmonies Managing to calm and ease Brian’s troubled mind, When a father rages hard Oldest sons can end up scarred. Still he ruled the charts, Singles aimed at number one, Help Me Rhonda, Fun, Fun, Fun; Love and broken hearts, Lonely sunsets, cars and risks For the fans who bought the discs. In the studio Brian soared, produced the band But his old man couldn’t stand That and had to show Weaknesses, from work and fame Soon a nervous breakdown came. No longer on stage, Now he used the time to write Pop music beyond the light Standard of the age; Placing surfboards out of reach, Silencing the hot rod’s screech. Pet Sounds shot out sparks, Signals of the great unknown And the coming album’s tone, Hired Van Dyke Parks, Poet with the pen of seers, Different words and new ideas. Something of a shock As those Beach Boy voices sang Of the Iron Horse’s clang, Finding Plymouth Rock, How the heroes made the quest And the villains won the West. Elements, the suite, Earth, the air and fire’s roar, Water too but Brian’s score Some opposed and beat; They could not accept or see Genius on LSD. Brian Wilson’s Smile Masterpiece he locked away, Never saw the light of day, Tapes sent to exile, In old tins they gathered dust, Gold beneath decaying rust. It’s a loving cup, In my room I listen to Cabin Essence and the blue Brilliance of Surf’s Up, He wrote songs for Smile like those, How he did, God only knows. © |
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The follow up to my poem Whisper:
R.I.P. The budgie’s under the mulberry bush, The hamster’s under the hedge, The gerbil’s in a plant pot On the window ledge. The rat is in the vegetable patch, The cat’s gone down the well And all that’s left of the tortoise Is his empty shell. The fish is down the toilet, The guinea pig’s interred, The rabbit’s been incinerated, But lately my garden’s undisturbed. You see, things have changed From great to as bad as it gets, My mum and dad have told me, “No more pets!!” Now I know sometimes life isn’t fair, Tho’ there’s no need for such drastic measures. But giving God’s creatures a dignified end Is one of my life’s greatest pleasures. My animal graveyard is a place of peace From where souls are free to leave, But without any more new furry friends, I’ve got no creatures to grieve. And so I peer through our neighbour’s hedge, You must promise you’ll never tell, And I carefully watch our neighbour’s dog . . . . and I don’t think she’s looking too well! So I think … there’s a shaded corner in my garden, By the blocked-up water feature, It’s just across from the compost heap. So yes … there’s room for at least one more creature. |
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The rat is in the vegetable patch,
The cat’s gone down the well And all that’s left of the tortoise Is his empty shell. This reminded me of some monstrous brat, maybe a young member of the Addams Family. Or striking a more realistic note, those weird pet cemateries as immortalized by Stephen King. Either way I'm glad you're posting such intriguing and diverse material here Scottie, you're a great addition to this thread
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Billy TwoCan.
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I hope it's cooler for you today Biz ![]() cou |
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The follow up to my poem Whisper:
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You're a real music buff Musty.
![]() I don't think I could live without music. The stories that go with it, like Brian Wilson's, I find fascinating. There's simply no comparison with the stagnating conveyor belt of Cowell's empire. It's a little cooler here as well now
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A very funny line and I have to admit I know the feeling
What a great name, Billy TwoCan - I like the way his starring turn won him respect from others, sometimes a few beers can help. Dutch courage, or in my case Strongbow Nice one John ![]() ![]() Quote:
Brian Wilson's Smile
[...] It’s a loving cup, In my room I listen to Cabin Essence and the blue Brilliance of Surf’s Up, He wrote songs for Smile like those, How he did, God only knows. © Quote:
The follow up to my poem Whisper:
R.I.P.[...] there’s room for at least one more creature. Reminded me of 'Deadsy' which is one of Russel Hoban's 'Dead Time Stories For Big Folk'. Deadsy started out the same as you, a bit, and look where he ended up if you dare :http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XXU0iHg1oC0 Quote:
Ripping yarn John.
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XXU0iHg1oC0
Glad you enjoyed it Biz. You might like Deadsy too. I expect 'Door' is on the Yootoob too. It's an expression of why some things may be better not messed with (subtitled version): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SYiYeOM9tZ8 Just a word of warning - there are skellingtons in one or both of the above short (animated) films.
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A totally brilliant and well understood tribute to an amazing chap Musty. 'Surf's Up "Don't go near the water..." was the first time I heard, in my 'live it up' lifestyle, that our actions were damaging the environment
It's great to know someone's aware of Don't Go Near The Water, a relatively obscure Beach Boys track. In this video they look more like Beach Men No Brian though - sadly he was consigned to bed, getting obese on drink and drugs in the long post-Smile aftermath.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7cTIYsvJOQk |
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Isaac's Inspiration
Isaac Newton didn't know What kept things on the ground, Why they never rose to go Or didn't float around. Sat beneath a tree in shade With questions he would grapple, Till the day his name was made By one descending apple. Earth had simply magnetized Creating a response, Something Isaac recognized When fruit fell on his bonce. He ran in shocked to have a tea, Two lumps he always took, Then wrote a note on gravity That grew into a book. Amid the fame Sir Isaac copped He thought but never said 'It's lucky that old apple dropped And hit me on the head.' © |
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Apologies to the handful of people who bought The Designer for a reposting here. Isaac's Inspiration is one of several poems included in the book with mistakes. The main one in this case is 'brew a tea'. The original line was the far superior 'have a tea', which of course scientifically rhymes with gravity
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The main one in this case is 'brew a tea'. The original line was the much superior 'have a tea', which of course scientifically rhymes with gravity
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Brian Wilson's Smile
Pop music beyond the light Standard of the age; ©
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I had a gravity moment the other day, I was making a cup of tea when the tea bag suddenly floated up with such force as I put the water in, it gave me a bit of a surprise.
![]() If only Brian Wilson had released Smile. He was actually ahead of The Beatles, the recording sessions were in mid-1966, a full year ahead of Sgt Pepper.
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