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Is Poetry a Dead Art? (Part 4)
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KorkyTheCat
03-08-2013
Yes - most is prose these days masquerading as poetry.
Biz
04-08-2013
Originally Posted by KorkyTheCat:
“Yes - most is prose these days masquerading as poetry. ”

No not dead. Agree about the prose though, but fortunately only rarely on here.
Mrs Teapot
05-08-2013
Me and Musty have drunk our glass
If we drink anymore we'll be on our ass
Biz
05-08-2013
Me and Musty have drunk our glass
If we drink anymore we'll be on our ass
And fall asleep
archiver
05-08-2013
Originally Posted by Mrs Teapot:
“Me and Musty have drunk our glass
If we drink anymore we'll be on our ass ”

Standard's gone to pot Musty.

Musty and I were eating pie
and washing it down with Pims.
We would have had roe dear,
but Musty said "Oh dear
I musty've forgotten the tins."

Sincerely hope you all had a great time at the meet.
Biz
05-08-2013
Me and Musty have drunk our glass
If we drink anymore we'll be on our ass
And fall asleep
While angels weep
And then we'll be joined by Twass.
archiver
05-08-2013
Originally Posted by KorkyTheCat:
“Yes - most is prose these days masquerading as poetry. ”

EZ rap.

I rarely use prose
to hereby disclose
what lies within
my ancient skin.

I much prefer rhyme
with which we can climb
from here to the stars.
No need for guitars.
Or big synthesizer
appetiser.

Just give me a beat man.
A framework to plan
how the next line should go.

It's easy; y' know.
Biz
05-08-2013
Originally Posted by archiver:
“EZ rap.
”

Oooh! You're on a roll John.

I think Korky's disappeared - hope not through a cat flap where he's not welcome.
archiver
05-08-2013
Originally Posted by Biz:
“Oooh! You're on a roll John.

I think Korky's disappeared - hope not through a cat flap where he's not welcome. ”

Must be something in the air Biz. You're doing pretty well yourself. Loved the Twass rhyme.
Biz
05-08-2013
Originally Posted by archiver:
“Must be something in the air Biz. You're doing pretty well yourself. Loved the Twass rhyme. ”

I suddenly realized I wasn't in the Limerick thread and no one would come along to add to it, so finished it myself.

Hope the revellers aren't suffering the battering rain I've got at the moment.
KorkyTheCat
05-08-2013
Originally Posted by archiver:
“EZ rap.

I rarely use prose
to hereby disclose
what lies within
my ancient skin.

I much prefer rhyme
with which we can climb
from here to the stars.
No need for guitars.
Or big synthesizer
appetiser.

Just give me a beat man.
A framework to plan
how the next line should go.

It's easy; y' know. ”

That's great!

Originally Posted by Biz:
“Oooh! You're on a roll John.

I think Korky's disappeared - hope not through a cat flap where he's not welcome. ”

Miaow! Here I am!! I am a she-Korky, by the way.
droogiefret
05-08-2013
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“Thanks Archiver I have at least two sleepless nights every week, so the poem wasn't hard to write


Nice one Breno, I agree (I think ).

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 ”

Mr Mustard and Queenie went to share a count up
One, Two, Three, Four, altogether **hiccup**

Mr Mustard and Teapot had a galivant
'Just lie back and chill while I peel you a vol au vent'

Mr Musty and Twassy - a few drinks to pass the time
That would be wine and wine and more wine - and wine and wine .... and wine.


Have a good time y'all.
Biz
05-08-2013
Originally Posted by KorkyTheCat:
“Miaow! Here I am!! I am a she-Korky, by the way. ”

Excellent! You're welcome to pop through our catflap anytime.
Biz
05-08-2013
Originally Posted by droogiefret:
“Mr Mustard and Queenie went to share a count up
One, Two, Three, Four, altogether **hiccup**

Mr Mustard and Teapot had a galivant
'Just lie back and chill while I peel you a vol au vent'

Mr Musty and Twassy - a few drinks to pass the time
That would be wine and wine and more wine - and wine and wine .... and wine.


Have a good time y'all.”

A brave attempt. All contributions welcome.
twassington
05-08-2013
Originally Posted by droogiefret:
“Mr Mustard and Queenie went to share a count up
One, Two, Three, Four, altogether **hiccup**

Mr Mustard and Teapot had a galivant
'Just lie back and chill while I peel you a vol au vent'

Mr Musty and Twassy - a few drinks to pass the time
That would be wine and wine and more wine - and wine and wine .... and wine.


Have a good time y'all.”

You have me confused with Mrs T droogie, I hardly touch a drop remember Lovely little ode
twassington
05-08-2013
Originally Posted by Biz:
“Me and Musty have drunk our glass
If we drink anymore we'll be on our ass
And fall asleep
While angels weep
And then we'll be joined by Twass. ”

*waves*
mr. mustard
05-08-2013
Great to see the thread rocking and I've enjoyed all the new poems I'm having a lovely time on me hols with Mrs T and Twass - wish you were here
Biz
05-08-2013
Originally Posted by twassington:
“ *waves*”

/
\ Are you the blonde?

Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“Great to see the thread rocking and I've enjoyed all the new poems I'm having a lovely time on me hols with Mrs T and Twass - wish you were here ”

No you don't. You've fallen on your feet haven't you, staying with those lovely girls.
archiver
07-08-2013
Perpetual Postponement..

In the eye of the beholder
In each poor aching heart
there's a loaded revolver
and a time to depart.

But the wool washes over
and the chains hardly chafe
and my four leaf clover
is safe in the safe.

And if I'm not mistaken
it's not such a bad day.

If I save my bacon
maybe there's a way
to grow old, and get wiser
than silly me.
Could maybe surprise her
with my poetry.

My love is like roses
frozen in time.

No one discloses
when love is a crime.
allthingsuk
07-08-2013
The Great Flood

The great flood,
A release,
The gush of clear salty lifeblood,
From the arteries, damaged,
Wear and tear from years gone
From boat and vessel and human alone

A release,
Into the solid lands of afar
The arteries of solid land
Which circulates a sea of wheeled metal
Clogged with cracks which are rarely planned
The salty lifeblood washing our metallic seas of life
Bringing with it grief and pain and strife

The poison that threatens our stable, our life, our time
The poison that swallows and gurgles and suffocates
The poison that brings with life
Also threatens death.

Water.
Biz
07-08-2013
Originally Posted by archiver:
“Perpetual Postponement..”

Pleased you're keeping that four leaf clover safe.
Biz
07-08-2013
Originally Posted by allthingsuk:
“The Great Flood

Water.”

Good one Allthings.

I don't know how people cope when their home is flooded, have had lots of fun on boats and couldn't do without water. Fingers crossed.
archiver
09-08-2013
Taken.

They enticed him away
for a "holliday"
with talk of beer and cake.
Would be a nice time
for the master of rhyme
who needed a break.

Did they force him to write,
right through the night,
sweet words we know so well?
Or steal his nibs for telling fibs.
Can anybody tell?

Was it something said
which coldly bled
the colour from a dream?
Sounds more like me.
SET MUSTY FREE.
Take me instead.

archiver
09-08-2013
Final Encounter.

Both ears full of tears
as the ceiling disappears
and the roof falls away
and stars come out to play.

Wide eyes big surprise
mouth mouthing denies.
Bright light this time of night
Just doesn't feel right.

The sound shook the ground
with a throbbing kind of pound
and electric filled the air
to add to my despair.

Then a being full of love
took me in his glove
and I knew all was well
then a flash and a bell.

I swore not to tell,
but I will say this:
Silence is bliss.
Biz
09-08-2013
Originally Posted by archiver:
“Taken.
”

Hahahaha. Maybe they'll take pity and offer holidays to weary DSers John.

Musty probably hasn't thought about poetry during his escape.

Originally Posted by archiver:
“Final Encounter.
”

This seems to be a failed resuscitation. I'm a DNR myself - when it's my time I'll just go, though I'd prefer not to be there when it happens. (Not an original thought I know.)

If I'm right, it's an interesting insight.

..........If I'm wrong, sorry.
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