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Slate probably doesn't peel, but I needed a term to express its age Biz
(it might need a re-think)A very funny ode - by Spike Milligan isn't it Bob? ![]()
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True Quotes from History, No 1
Edward the First had defeated the Scots, After musing on what occurred 'A man does good business' He said with relief 'When he rids himself of a turd.' © |
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Good poem though.......what else is there to say?
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It is indeed by the great Spike Milligan.
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True Quotes from History, No 2
The Duke of Wellington doubted his troops, At Waterloo quipped he: 'I don't know about our opponents But by God they terrify me!' © |
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True Quotes from History, No 1
Edward the First ................ © Quote:
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The Duke of Wellington ............... © ![]() I remember we were told not to read "1066 and All That" until after we'd done our exams. |
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Hahahaha! I don't know where you found them, but I can foresee a slim volume which will persuade pupils that learning history can be fun.
![]() I found the Edward I quote in a book about him I've just finished reading. I guess it's a suitable epitaph for the man they called 'The Hammer of the Scots' ![]() I may revive the series when I haven't got a proper poem up my sleeve. It'll help to keep the thread bumped up too
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Inside
Beyond the mass who think they’re free And prisoners in chains, Beyond the valleys and the sea An ancient truth remains. Like any flower needs the sun, As beaches greet a tide I meditate to glimpse the one, For god exists inside. © |
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True Quotes from History, No 3
‘Sir, if you were my husband I’d poison your drink’ thus Nancy Astor spoke to Churchill While she rubbed a trinket. ‘Madam, if you were my wife’ He answered his rude guest ‘I would drink it’, One of Winnie's best. © |
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© I've come across that one before.
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A perfect riposte, the kind the wish you'd be able to make yourself.
I've come across that one before.
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Sylvia
outside in the park the primroses lie buried sealed in ice their blue moth-wing petals gripped in crystal-glass frozen a thick muffled laying numbs the square and seals the door to its frame How you lay under the heavy stench of anaesthetic, floating yourself free from your savage god. Downstairs you’d neatly folden your kittens, putting them from harm’s way, sops ready for the frozen white air of the morning and the call that never came. poppy red figures burn into the frozen landscape trudging home hunched over the snow clouded breath punctuating the heavy chilled air Who is that figure, apparelled in black, at the back of the church? Who is that who observes the rites and committals? Who, cleft-footed, merges with the tombstones and looks on so dispassionately as they process from the church, accounts in hands, torn pages in pockets. They bound you hand and foot and dragged you down over the landscape of grey blasted gravestones. Then laid you down, renamed, reclaimed, sea-shells covering your eyes and cold clay stopping your mouth. |
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Sylvia
sea-shells covering your eyes and cold clay stopping your mouth. Ominous and Gothic in tone, I thoroughly enjoyed this poem - and it's nice to see some material other than mine here!
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Ghost Story
With no reflection in the mirror there, It’s difficult accepting as I stare I vanished out of time into thin air. I live, although officially I’m dead, I see the remnants of the life I led, The rooms I decorated, books I read. Acquaintances of mine from yesteryear Have reminisced at length and shed a tear, Quite unaware their absent friend is here. Yet watching loved ones growing sad or cross Attending to the aftermath of loss, I try but cannot get a word across. For this dimension stops me getting through, Beyond an unseen mesh as strong as glue What can an exiled ghost in limbo do? Perhaps some day I’ll prove the fallen rise And leave behind a pocketful of sighs To let them know how nothing ever dies. © |
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Perhaps some day I’ll prove the fallen rise
And I'll leave my mark, to surprise To let them know how nothing ever dies If found my mark, by no matter who, I won't resist shouting..BOOOO!!!! |
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If found my mark, by no matter who,
I won't resist shouting..BOOOO!!!!
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Beyond the Crackling Fire
The fringes of the forest seemed To hint of something dire; The evil world of which they dreamed Beyond the crackling fire. An open-air hearth lured the clans, Each mother, child and father Sat willingly as stone age fans Of mystery and drama. The storytellers always held Their audience, so gifted At weaving potent myths that gelled Imaginations lifted. A night-time culture lost to us, Strange fantasies they’d cable No listener found preposterous, Believing every fable. What wonders gripped the neighbourhood; The bravest hero dying, Cruel monsters hunting in the wood And coloured serpents flying. Those tales kept drudgery at bay, A process to inspire And take their minds far, far away Beyond the crackling fire. © |
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Around the world, a protective dome
Where love and light is free to roam Where hate and anger is a thing of the past Where beauty and joy is the thing to last A focus on service and seeing all as one Is what I see the world become Holding each other and taking time To love each other in an unending line Peace, compassion, empathy and love Brought to us from God above No drama, no war, no hatred and stress But a world where all are blessed |
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No drama, no war, no hatred and stress
But a world where all are blessed The tone of this eloquent poem reminded me of John Lennon's Imagine
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In the grand scheme of things 3 things I know,
Yesterday has gone never to return Tomorrow has not happened so from Today i will learn! Short and sweet I know but I feel v true! |
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Short and sweet I know but I feel v true!
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Wood Elves
They sing by a fire Where woodwind and lyre Accompany musical themes, Which tell of the seasons And various reasons For living in idyllic dreams. In forests long-planted Their lyrics are chanted, Like butterflies floating away Sweet harmonies glisten As root and leaf listen And twilight envelopes the day. Eternally longing, The wood elves are thronging, Forgotten and misunderstood, Escaping detection With trees for protection, The magical elves of the wood. © |
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Wood Elves
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We needed that escape from the grim realities which the news feeds us every day.
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What a horrid visual mess,
They've really buggered up DS. :s |
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I agree with you
Try mobile view Not quite as bad But still v. sad. (Scroll down to bottom of page and on left is a drop down menu. I did that and increased the size of the print so it's not so eye-straining.)
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