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I love 'Waiting for the Moon at Callanish,' so atmospheric, just as the actual place appears to be, if the pictures I saw are anything to go by. How beautiful.
The Orkney Islands contain spectacular sites too, but Callanish has been preserved much better than most stone monuments. Little is ruined there. It's actually in the shape of a crucifix, despite being built 3000 years before Jesus. I'll probably hit the road in May ![]() Call me Musty by the way, Mrs ![]() Quote:
I've just listened to the song, and must admit to never having heard it before.
![]() I have a new poem, but I'm going to post it tomorrow. You'll be pleased to know that I spent part of last night with a lady. She has a lot of problems and it can't go anywhere, but it was nice to have a very brief kiss and cuddle again. A bit of shock news from the ultimate outsider - I hope you were sitting down when you read that Biz
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Sorry I haven't been keeping up with the thread so much
I always enjoy your poetry because it challenges the mind to really think. I like your latest effort, particularly the flow of it. The poem moves along like a nice stream of cider - if such a thing could exist
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See you tomorrow everyone, it's back to work on the book soon. I must say, writing beats every single job I've ever had - there are no bosses for a start
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[quote=mr. mustard;71506699] Call me Musty by the way, Mrs
![]() Will do Musty - that was my first time. ![]() I had a friend who visited the Orkneys a couple of years back and she said it was quite a journey and a half, but so worth it. It is not quite the same as personally visiting, but I have watched all the Island Parish programs on the Beeb. I am enjoying Sark, but I have always wanted to visit The Isles of Scilly and definitely Barra. I hope they all can keep their traditions and families going for a long time yet, seems to be getting so very tough to preserve their history and way of life. If I ever won the lottery (as if), I would buy a split screen campervan and off around the British Isles I would go, I just know I could break some kind of record for eating the most cream teas in a week or something. |
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You'll be pleased to know that I spent part of last night with a lady. She has a lot of problems and it can't go anywhere, but it was nice to have a very brief kiss and cuddle again. A bit of shock news from the ultimate outsider - I hope you were sitting down when you read that Biz ![]() and delighted to hear about your evening. First of many perhaps? ![]() Quote:
If I ever won the lottery (as if), I would buy a split screen campervan and off around the British Isles I would go, I just know I could break some kind of record for eating the most cream teas in a week or something.
![]() I do the lottery (two lines) twice a week, (I think of it as a charity contribution), and it's always such a relief not having to worry about what to do with all that money.
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Not The Parrot Sketch
Not The Parrot Sketch (but apology to the MP's sketch writers)
Pretty Polly my prized poem propped up in a metaphorical cage body plumped with preened plumage as best to pass off onto a prospective consumer. Stuffed by sonerous stanzas whose sibillance would fair whistle out its vibrance to passers by saying please buy me. I deposit PP boldly inside a digital store I espy; someone tried to say my poetry was a dead part of a dying art gone where past rhyme past its time will go cliched as a deceased dodo or the legendary Norwegian Blue. It's not cedomposing, I'm proposing it's inclining maybe dozing, can still twit too. I’m opining its like me, merely pining, for when its now dowdy finery was so shining, despite appearances it’s alive, nailed on to revive, I’m wryly, really, hoping so do you. |
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Very clever in all kinds of ways Frank. Enjoyed immensely.
![]() Peter's Word Bird. Ugly Albert spat out words much fouler than other birds. On shiny pictures he would crap. Rhymingly he was ditto. Plumage torn by many fights mostly over pecking rights. Peter Piper shut the cage. Albert flapped around in rage. "* the *ing *ing lorrayoo" Other things so sure to bother you I shall not repeat them here. But I must make one thing clear (in case you haven't heard): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2WNrx...gl=GB&hl=en-GB |
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The Mug Shot
Of course she kept things secret, They stayed inside her head, It's awkward telling people You've left five children dead. But now she had to stand there, Determined not to lapse In front of hated coppers Who needed routine snaps. While Manchester kept busy, A camera's flashing light Would leave the ice queen set in Eternal black and white. Because she followed fashion, The moment didn't cramp A dose of Sixties glamour And concentration camp. The gorgon-eyes of Hindley Show spite beyond compare, Her pupils bore right through you, The Messalina stare. She lied about the victims, Defiant as they come; Young innocents had trusted A bastard cruel and numb. That dyed peroxide sadist Who's haunted me for years Still looks out, cultivating The moorland of my fears. © |
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If ever won the lottery (as if), I would buy a split screen campervan and off around the British Isles I would go, I just know I could break some kind of record for eating the most cream teas in a week or something.
) I've only been to Scotland once myself, but I recognized most of the places you mentioned. I have a terrible fear of heights - as a result I've only been on a plane once. That was to Jersey and it terrified me ![]() Just as well Britain is so fascinating really My original plan for Callanish was to rent a campervan, but I've decided to take the train instead
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Not The Parrot Sketch (but apology to the MP's sketch writers)
You have such a unique style of writing ![]() Keep 'em coming my friend
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Peter's Word Bird.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2WNrx...gl=GB&hl=en-GB I daren't click on YouTube in here John ![]() I'm guessing it's a foul-mouthed feathered friend, maybe the rare Gordon Ramsey Tit? |
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delighted to hear about your evening. First of many perhaps?
![]() ![]() A minor point, I'll have to change The Mug Shot in my file. Repetition of the word 'kept' in the first and third verses. I'm off to Eastbourne tomorrow, but I'll be back on Friday. Take care everyone and keep smiling
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LMAO, I'm so glad you've returned to the thread Frank - comparing a poem to a parrot, who'd have thunk it?
You have such a unique style of writing ![]() Keep 'em coming my friend ![]() |
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I know many men are NOT Mummy's Boys, just some,so a little more of my stuff:
Mummy’s Boy You were Prince Charming when I first met you, But I was young and stupid, I hadn’t a clue. You were pampered and spoilt; you lived with your Mum, She thought it was her job to be wiping your bum. You were never expected to look after yourself, Who did you think did all the work? The housework fairy or maybe an elf? She always would call you ‘her little Prince,’ It was painful to hear and made me physically wince. I wish I had realised you were such a spoilt brat, I would have just chucked you and that would be that. But no, I was silly and young and naïve, I listened to your requests for me not to leave. ‘I am not treating you right,’ is your Mum’s favourite whinge, ‘But you’re a middle aged man, not a baby,’ I reply with a cringe. ‘I am important, I am the man, look what I earn,’ But that is all you do, there’s nothing else in life you are willing to learn. You are childish and moody, you constantly sulk, It would be easier to live with The incredible Hulk. You think its ok when you’ve been in a huff, To sidle that body up to me at night, in the buff. Of course I don’t fancy a night of romance, When you’ve been wearing a pair of old, stained, underpants. You must think I’m crazy, But you stink and you’re lazy, So I’d rather curl up with my book. I plead every day when you go to the loo, To open a window and let some fresh air blow through. You say, ‘Why does it matter, why moan? Tell me why?’ I say, ‘Cos the next person who ventures in there could die.’ It doesn’t matter to you if I have a crap life, So long as the big baby gets a Mummy as well as a wife. It’s been a life of deceit, of cheating and lies, It’s taken me years, but now I’ve got wise. Clean your own skid-marks and socks with their pong, Clean your own toenails and your back like King Kong. The kids have left home, no more clinging to me I am off to have fun, after years-Hooray! I am free! You’ll be fine, take the plunge, give your Mother a call, She’ll be glad I am gone and you will both have a ball.
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I know many men are NOT Mummy's Boys, just some,so a little more of my stuff:
Mummy’s Boy You were Prince Charming when I first met you, But I was young and stupid, I hadn’t a clue. You were pampered and spoilt; you lived with your Mum, She thought it was her job to be wiping your bum. You were never expected to look after yourself, Who did you think did all the work? The housework fairy or maybe an elf? She always would call you ‘her little Prince,’ It was painful to hear and made me physically wince. I wish I had realised you were such a spoilt brat, I would have just chucked you and that would be that. But no, I was silly and young and naïve, I listened to your requests for me not to leave. ‘I am not treating you right,’ is your Mum’s favourite whinge, ‘But you’re a middle aged man, not a baby,’ I reply with a cringe. ‘I am important, I am the man, look what I earn,’ But that is all you do, there’s nothing else in life you are willing to learn. You are childish and moody, you constantly sulk, It would be easier to live with The incredible Hulk. You think its ok when you’ve been in a huff, To sidle that body up to me at night, in the buff. Of course I don’t fancy a night of romance, When you’ve been wearing a pair of old, stained, underpants. You must think I’m crazy, But you stink and you’re lazy, So I’d rather curl up with my book. I plead every day when you go to the loo, To open a window and let some fresh air blow through. You say, ‘Why does it matter, why moan? Tell me why?’ I say, ‘Cos the next person who ventures in there could die.’ It doesn’t matter to you if I have a crap life, So long as the big baby gets a Mummy as well as a wife. It’s been a life of deceit, of cheating and lies, It’s taken me years, but now I’ve got wise. Clean your own skid-marks and socks with their pong, Clean your own toenails and your back like King Kong. The kids have left home, no more clinging to me I am off to have fun, after years-Hooray! I am free! You’ll be fine, take the plunge, give your Mother a call, She’ll be glad I am gone and you will both have a ball. ![]() Frank |
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Hi everyone
Please forgive me if I don't reply to every post, I'm only here for an hour a day bar Sundays, when the library's shut
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I know many men are NOT Mummy's Boys, just some,so a little more of my stuff
I got a lot of stick for it from other men. No surprise there I guess. 'Parasite' and 'ponce' were among the charming names I was called.Great poem, full of your excellent style and wit. I'm so glad you've joined the thread ![]() I hope you stick around, unlike the many other writers who've left after brief stays
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unlucky to lose internet M hope you are better otherwise friend. Frank
![]() The big book's underway and wonderful distractions like Wikipedia have to go. I've even stopped buying my beloved Daily Mail The handful of people who bought my first effort will understand this point: The Designer was a drop, the next book's an ocean. A large portfolio might actually wake up a publisher who's not intellectually obsessed by non-rhyming poetry. As a sneak preview for the hundreds of DS lurkers and the lovely FMs on this thread, I'm posting the first official 23 poems. A Pukka notebook has 23 lines, so that's the size of the chunks I'm working on. Fossil by The Sea Garden Glimmers Memoir of a Steam Train Wondering Cessna 9 to Base Love I am the Magic Bullet Harlequins and Violins Waiting for the Moon at Callanish Mr Lonely Prayer Colleen O'Shea Finding Out in Hove The Blacksmith Marilyn Solitude English Treasure Love Song of Culloden Carry On Kenneth Boulevard of Lovers Bar I, Banana Meditation on Stonehenge UK Place-Names |
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Biz has helped me so much and her influence is present in the book.
But our new recruit Mrs Goto has played a part too (that's too many toos )Her kind words on my Callanish tribute swayed me. Everyone knows Stonehenge - amazing as it is, it's unique like the great pyramids. I wanted another ancient site ode to precede it, one that maybe not many have heard of. Thank you Mrs Goto
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Biz has helped me so much and her influence is present in the book.
![]() Hope you enjoyed your trip and have an enjoyable visit this evening - very intriguing. I wonder if we'll get a poem from your experience. ![]() Bon voyage with the book
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Questions in 2014...
Why do we live? Why do we die? We wonder as life passes us by. Why are we here? is there more than this? We wonder, as some are in ignorant bliss. Why not just do the best that we can, To make life, while here, a pleasure to Man? Why do we compete, to see who's the strongest? And live in fear, to live the longest? Are we happier, now, today, than our old relatives in their hay day? Where are we going wrong, when try as we might, We still don't seem, to have got things right? |
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Questions in 2014...
................................................................ Why not just do the best that we can, To make life, while here, a pleasure to Man? ................................................................. I like the above lines - a good way to live (assuming that it includes woman as well).
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Hope you enjoyed your trip and have an enjoyable visit this evening - very intriguing. I wonder if we'll get a poem from your experience.
![]() ![]() * Two hours can last forever, as you know Biz
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The Orkney Islands contain spectacular sites too, but Callanish has been preserved much better than most stone monuments. Little is ruined there. It's actually in the shape of a crucifix, despite being built 3000 years before Jesus. I'll probably hit the road in May 

