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Old 22-11-2013, 18:43
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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?
It is indeed by the great Spike Milligan.
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Old 22-11-2013, 18:53
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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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Old 22-11-2013, 18:55
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Good poem though.......what else is there to say?
Ta Biz - I had to brush up and re-post this one today of all days. Sorry you lost your electrical bits

It is indeed by the great Spike Milligan.
I thought so Bob, his poems are really funny
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Old 24-11-2013, 08:02
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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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Old 24-11-2013, 13:16
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True Quotes from History, No 1

Edward the First ................

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True Quotes from History, No 2

The Duke of Wellington ...............

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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 remember we were told not to read "1066 and All That" until after we'd done our exams.
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Old 25-11-2013, 12:03
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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.
Hi Biz 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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Old 25-11-2013, 12:05
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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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Old 25-11-2013, 22:00
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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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Old 25-11-2013, 22:19
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Okay!

True Quotes from History, No 3

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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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Old 25-11-2013, 22:26
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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.
Agreed - I'd love to have seen her face at the time Biz
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Old 26-11-2013, 14:15
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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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Old 26-11-2013, 22:35
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Sylvia
sea-shells covering your eyes
and cold clay stopping your mouth.
An excellent write Scottie. What a dark horrific atmosphere this has, particularly the cleft-footed figure in black 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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Old 26-11-2013, 22:35
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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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Old 26-11-2013, 23:39
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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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Old 27-11-2013, 09:06
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If found my mark, by no matter who,
I won't resist shouting..BOOOO!!!!
Hi Flower - a nice ricochet off my poem there
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Old 28-11-2013, 19:28
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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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Old 28-11-2013, 20:36
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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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Old 29-11-2013, 11:54
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No drama, no war, no hatred and stress
But a world where all are blessed
A beautiful vision Celestine The tone of this eloquent poem reminded me of John Lennon's Imagine
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Old 30-11-2013, 22:42
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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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Old 01-12-2013, 09:14
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Short and sweet I know but I feel v true!
Nice one Stormangel
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Old 01-12-2013, 09:15
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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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Old 01-12-2013, 12:50
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We needed that escape from the grim realities which the news feeds us every day.
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Old 01-12-2013, 15:11
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We needed that escape from the grim realities which the news feeds us every day.
I couldn't agree more Biz, I'm watching the news less and less
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Old 03-12-2013, 10:37
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What a horrid visual mess,
They've really buggered up DS.


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Old 03-12-2013, 11:59
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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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