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Mr Lonely
I can't believe it's only A week ago he passed, We called him 'Mr Lonely', A name that seemed to last. Since he left I've been thinking Of Mr Lonely's life; He never went out drinking Or caused a lot of strife. He came from County Galway Across the Irish Sea, You'd pass him in the hallway But seldom would he be Inclined to chat or ever Go further than a few Remarks about the weather If any change was due. Had scolding priests abolished The joy or was he shy? His shoes were smartly polished, He wore a suit and tie. He never courted lasses, He never went berserk, Each morning with the masses He bicycled to work. No entry would he permit, The walls were strong because That's just the kind of hermit Our Mr Lonely was. Was he some nephew's uncle? I don't know but the man Loved Simon and Garfunkel, He'd always been a fan. Did their songs match the feeling In which his mind was steeped? At times down from the ceiling The Sound Of Silence seeped. No family attended His grave or read the stone And now his life has ended I wish he could have known While to his own world banished By us he's not dismissed, Though Mr Lonely's vanished Forever he'll be missed. © |
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© Many people are alone at the end of their lives, but he was still working, and cycling. I wonder what ended his life. Hmmm. So many questions. |
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Some of you have guessed my true identity - I don't know how, but yes, it is *I* who writes all those marvellous poems for the adverts you love so much. My latest composition, the one where I completely ruin Ian Dury's Reasons To be Cheerful to flog a shitty Vauxhall is probably your current fave - but don't forget my other classics. The McDonald's Olympic one ' the sweeper, the sleeper, the scottish zookeeper' - yup, mine. And I got paid ****ing millions too. As all the best wordsmiths deserve of course.
And then there was my beautiful 'Lenny Henry Premier Inn' collection, where I audaciously rhyme 'in' with 'inn.' You have to know the rules to break the rules. So is poetry dead? Not while I'm being paid the big bucks darlings xx |
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You sold out to the worst of them Darius.
![]() I'm not familiar with any of your work as the only adverts I hear are those on the BBC. I may have seen the visuals, but at x4 FF I hear nothing. Takes all sorts though, I guess. Enjoy your millions.
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Many people are alone at the end of their lives, but he was still working, and cycling. I wonder what ended his life. Hmmm. So many questions.
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So is poetry dead? Not while I'm being paid the big bucks darlings xx
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I'm glad he intrigued you Biz. The poem was influenced by Alan Arkin's role as Singer the deaf mute in the film The Heart Is A Lonely Hunter. I can't watch that without crying
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Have we seen the poem before? It seemed familiar, or maybe it's based on a similar one you previously posted? Great write though, regardless.
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Yes, it's an oldie John. I ditched four lines and made a few tweaks. Thanks
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Ten Days Before Christmas
Ten days before Christmas, Seventeen ninety one, The date that the pain, And the heartbreak begun. Three centuries on, From its ratification, The Second Ammendment Is destroying a nation. Despite all the millions, Of people it harms, You blindly cling on, To your right to bear arms. The rest of the world, Is scratching its head, We count our blessings, While you count your dead. Three hundred years on, Since being passed into law, This archaic ruling, Is needed no more. So time to wake up, Engage in debate, You have to act now, Before it's too late. |
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I'm glad he intrigued you Biz. The poem was influenced by Alan Arkin's role as Singer the deaf mute in the film The Heart Is A Lonely Hunter. I can't watch that without crying
![]() Those of us who have normal sight, hearing and speech don't always appreciate our good fortune. ...........Don't go into the cat thread, or you'll never speak to me again.
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Crikey! Just noticed you're coming up to a bit of a post count milestone too. Congrats on that.
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I haven't seen that film, but I've just looked it up and the story does sound very sad.
![]() I'll have to look at the cat thread now
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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 Strange 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? Now Funtington's no rumour And Upham is imbued Like Cruckmeole with humour, While Effingham sounds rude. Whoever labelled Swinton Their commonsense was seen, Yet what of 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. Perhaps they dreamt of trollops Inspiring 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 Ball's Cross. © |
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Another oldie - there's no law against it and I thought the thread was due for a laff
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© ![]() I see you couldn't resist the cat thread.
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I wasn't too impressed but it was my choice to go there
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That's it - 40,0000 posts
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I wasn't too impressed but it was my choice to go there
![]() ![]() Congratulations on the 40,000. Pity it wasn't £s. I doubt I'll ever reach it. |
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The OP was just joking you know. Anyway, the cat got out unharmed.
![]() I'm working on a poem but it's taking a while to piece together
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Night
Deserted streets, no other sound Than homeless winds housed by the trees, No busy traffic circling round, Thoughts and reflections which I seize, The time of night brings all of these. When I’m awake and sleep won’t come The burning candles softly send A grain of hope and I become Contented at the long day’s end, A guest of my nocturnal friend. Amid the silence and the lack Of people there’s a special sight; Seductive in the unknown black, A tapestry of stars that light The brooding haven of the night. © |
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Truly beautiful Musty and I shall think of it as I lay me down to sleep in a minute or two.
The last verse even stands so well alone: Amid the silence and the lack Of people there’s a special sight; Seductive in the unknown black, A tapestry of stars that light The brooding haven of the night. Superb.
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Poem are like rap
Except not as crap. |
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Truly beautiful Musty and I shall think of it as I lay me down to sleep in a minute or two.
I have at least two sleepless nights every week, so the poem wasn't hard to write ![]() Quote:
Poem are like rap
Except not as crap. ).Tomorrow I'm off to Canterbury to stay with some lovely cyber-friends on DS They're about to become real friends and meeting Mrs Teapot, Twassington and the Queen of Sheba should be a hoot I won't be back here until Tuesday, but I'm sure a few great poems will be sent in by other writers. No doubt I'll be composing on the train too ![]() Bye all for now
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Tomorrow I'm off to Canterbury to stay with some lovely cyber-friends on DS
They're about to become real friends and meeting Mrs Teapot, Twassington and the Queen of Sheba should be a hoot I won't be back here until Tuesday, but I'm sure a few great poems will be sent in by other writers. No doubt I'll be composing on the train too ![]() Bye all for now ![]() ![]() I agree with John - loved Night too. It seems practice makes perfect in your case.
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