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You mean 2015? I hope Labour do but we'll see and its impossible to please everyone, thats for sure. I don't often venture in to the politics forum, if at all - I hear enough politics as it is (lol), there's been wall to wall coverage of it for the last couple of months just about. Its been on the Scottish news for years, maybe since 2012 or so?. It has been very devisive though.
Apparently the 45% who voted 'yes' are now coming together under the 'yes' campaigns new name of 45% or the 45ers or whatever their called. Eh, good luck to them but personally I'd rather everyone united together and worked to try and ensure we get the deal we were promised by the government, regarding extra devolved powers for the Scottish Government. I'm with the Queen on this one, we should come together but there is a bit of a 'them vs us' attitude around. I was seriously worried about the outcome of the referendum last week - I didnt post in that forum but I was very much concerned that the 'yes' vote could have won, not knowing how things would pan out but realising daily life would most definitely change. I couldn't see how it would help us to put up barriers, possibly border controls, set up new currency arrangements yadda yadda... Oh and if you think the English Defence League (or BNP/UKIP) are bad, what about Britain First? scary with that im off to bed(!).
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Nice discussing this subject with someone who doesn't resort to anger! Sleep well.
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Martian Curiosity
Is it lonely up there Taking pictures of basalts On Hematite Ridge Cross geographical faults ? Say is it boring Without deoxyribonucleic acid Or are you contaminated With the double helix of Bombycid ? Are you feeling a bit chilly At minus sixty degrees C Did they give you a radiator With a mission control key ? Have you mined iron oxide And blunted your drill bit If Curiosity finds a feline Can you tell, will you kill it. ? Do you think you might stay there Does it depend on the nightlife If you started to dance What’s the chances you’d jackknife ? Bet you’re sick of the food Always Plutonium 238 Maybe fancy a Pizza Blow your molecular gross weight ? So how about the music Do those dust devils sing How goes the Martian genre ‘Cosmic Ray Dust Rapping’ ? Now I’ll wait for the answers As it takes over six minutes For messages transmitted Via satellite digits. |
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Interesting
Interesting as always always as unusual unusual as ever ever as amusing amusing as laughter laughter as obvious obvious as strange strange as interesting. |
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Musty I was moved by your World War One poem
GOOD MEN OFF TO WAR Good Men Off To War is marvellous - I like the way it deals with the personal side of conflict and how it affects loved ones.
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Ophelia, by John Millais
Among the reeds and clutching Dead Man's Fingers A voice disturbs the quiet riverside; The presence of Ophelia still lingers, Though long ago it is now since she died. She climbed a weeping willow as intended, But halfway through an absent-minded dream The branch beneath her broke and she descended, Then plunged into the unforgiving stream. The air was strange, the atmosphere forbidden And as her final moments played out there A thing of beauty stayed forever hidden; The way the ripples combed her flowing hair. The flowers she'd collected for their colour Remained within her grasp despite the cold, She faded as the light of day grew duller But still the pretty bouquet did she hold. No comforting farewells or tributes were made, No soul would ever witness what occurred, She drifted with the finesse of a mermaid And sank into the depths where nothing stirred. © |
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deoxyribonucleic acid
Nice one BB, but I had trouble pronouncing the above
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obvious as strange
strange as interesting.
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but where is the connection?
why do I bow down, at the alter of technology?.
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I used to spend far too much time on the computer and your poem sums up that feeling up well Izzy. Today, I'm happy to be internet and mobile phone free. I can understand the slavery to technology, as I was part of it for a while. I'm glad I'm out of it now
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Interesting
Interesting as always always as unusual unusual as ever ever as amusing amusing as laughter laughter as obvious obvious as strange strange as interesting. Quote:
Thanks Wizzy
Good Men Off To War is marvellous - I like the way it deals with the personal side of conflict and how it affects loved ones.Quote:
Ophelia, by John Millais
Among the reeds and clutching Dead Man's Fingers A voice disturbs the quiet riverside; The presence of Ophelia still lingers, Though long ago it is now since she died. She climbed a weeping willow as intended, But halfway through an absent-minded dream The branch beneath her broke and she descended, Then plunged into the unforgiving stream. The air was strange, the atmosphere forbidden And as her final moments played out there A thing of beauty stayed forever hidden; The way the ripples combed her flowing hair. The flowers she'd collected for their colour Remained within her grasp despite the cold, She faded as the light of day grew duller But still the pretty bouquet did she hold. No comforting farewells or tributes were made, No soul would ever witness what occurred, She drifted with the finesse of a mermaid And sank into the depths where nothing stirred. © Quote:
I used to spend far too much time on the computer and your poem sums up that feeling up well Izzy. Today, I'm happy to be internet and mobile phone free. I can understand the slavery to technology, as I was part of it for a while. I'm glad I'm out of it now
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THE JOURNEY TO BEYOND
It is the time. The time for prayer. And I kneel beside my bed. There's an ominous chill in the air, There is something my mind will dread. I hold The Bible tight to my chest, To protect me from some harm, A storm is oncoming, a worthy test To convince me things are calm. "Oh Father, protect me from fear ," I say in a whispered voice. I only want God to hear And to let my soul rejoice. For the storm is getting near now, The blackened sky is grim, I need to call, but I don't know how, To get a message to him. A message of hope, as I cower Beneath my familiar nest But suddenly a tall dark tower Appears, and I feel I'm no longer blessed. That tower brings the moonlight, It also brings my doom, When everything darkens that once was bright, In this uninviting room. I feel a chill within my head, And I scream with so much pain, I fall down fast upon the bed, And spirits begin to reign. For all about me are the souls of the good That were called before their time, I'd run away, if only I could From this scenario so sublime. The tower is the reaper, Who preys on the insecure, The darkness is getting deeper, It seems different from before. I suddenly stand against a light, With arms stretched open wide, I bring an end to this eternal night, And my thoughts I try to hide. I am taken on an escapade A journey way beyond, I visit places the Lord had made, I want to flee, abscond. But my journey takes me to the place Where I can visit those who've died. I see an angel with a smiling face A face that once had cried. For all about are the ones I love That have passed on from earth below, They're in the world, way up above, The place we long to go. A beautiful light shines around my worth I capture my spirits soul, I witness the existence, and see the birth In an overflowing bowl. The pain that strikes upon my brow Penetrates my being. I start to wonder, exactly how Or why or what I'm seeing. For the bowl is overflowing fast, The images start to fade. This night will not much longer last, The reaper I'll persuade. That I am not yet ready for death I don't want to go to sleep. I breathe a cold and mighty breath And I fall down in a heap. The darkness has receded in my heart, The bible still I hold, The reaper swiftly does depart And I am scared and cold. I try to comprehend the fear Of all that I have seen. I wipe away a lonely tear And wonder where I've been. I pray to God, and say amen, Then climb safely into bed, I don't want that to happen again, It plays havoc with my head. (c) |
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Martian Curiosity
Is it lonely up there Taking pictures of basalts On Hematite Ridge Cross geographical faults ? Say is it boring Without deoxyribonucleic acid Or are you contaminated With the double helix of Bombycid ? Are you feeling a bit chilly At minus sixty degrees C Did they give you a radiator With a mission control key ? Have you mined iron oxide And blunted your drill bit If Curiosity finds a feline Can you tell, will you kill it. ? Do you think you might stay there Does it depend on the nightlife If you started to dance What’s the chances you’d jackknife ? Bet you’re sick of the food Always Plutonium 238 Maybe fancy a Pizza Blow your molecular gross weight ? So how about the music Do those dust devils sing How goes the Martian genre ‘Cosmic Ray Dust Rapping’ ? Now I’ll wait for the answers As it takes over six minutes For messages transmitted Via satellite digits.
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Sandydune's poem is very thought provoking - very clever
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Originally Posted by mr. mustard
Another Sandy gem - I enjoyed this
![]() I always enjoy your poetry also
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Originally Posted by wizzywick
This poem is utterly clever! So thought provoking yet so few words. Thanks for sharing.
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Sandydune's poem is very thought provoking - very clever
![]() Your poems are just as thought provoking, with questions and answers that follow. Sometimes I find words that mean something to me, like most people do and that's a moment.
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Thanks Izzy
Your poems are just as thought provoking, with questions and answers that follow. Sometimes I find words that mean something to me, like most people do and that's a moment.![]() ![]() Yes, thats definitely a good moment. |
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Originally Posted by IzzyS
You make me want to try and be a bit more creative and experimental with writing styles
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I'm no expert but I do what I can to help, have you looked at genres?
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Yes I ought to try and cover different topics. I probably ought to try different things really, if I can concentrate good enough and not get distracted, to do it.
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Every day is a distraction but would we have it any other way?
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It Hurts.
No one can explain the sensation of pain. A touch of healing - a lovely feeling. No one can deny it's better to try to hope for the best, for all the rest. It pains me to say I look away when I see our bad incredibly sad. And then there's the waste. Our world defaced. Man to be known as who killed his own. |
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Gently
Sauntering by on a hazy day looking all around stood a lowly man amongst a crowd feeling all at bay there you go gently said the nightingale bless you, sneezes away |
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On the Allotment in Late September
Peaceful, bar a scattering of chattering birds, I stand with summer at my back, penknife in hand To slice the slack knots of twine neatly tied in spring, Dropping curls of string onto leaves of yellow-green. The unwieldy wheelbarrow awaits the remains As I strip runner beans back to their bamboo bones. Timeless time, so contentedly spent, my head bent In concentration. And yet, the spare autumn air Nurses wisps of wistfulness: a season passing. But here on the sun-bleached bench lie pods like knuckles, Knobbly, and fat with beans mottled purple and black. The promise of life curled inside each sturdy seed Reminds me that nature’s cycle spins silently As the jackdaws caw in quarrelsome harmony. |
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with that im off to bed(!).

Nice one BB, but I had trouble pronouncing the above
*doh* (just kidding
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