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| When I Whine Antiquity Blues | ||
| The Man in the Glass Scottish Love Poem | ||
| I Dreamed I Stood at Calvary What a Wonderful World | ||
| Ode to a fert The Gambler | ||
| A Hard Day's Night Death of a Solider | ||
| Class Reunion Letter of Goodbye | ||
| Enchanted Evening3 Getting Old II | ||
| A Crabby Old Man's Poem The Tale of Tutankhamen | ||
| The Mean Machine Ghost Riders | ||
| A British Heart The Ragged Man | ||
| An Ode To Old Age Computer Clarification | ||
| CP (6) The Christmas Presence | ||
| There is
poetry in each one of us Maybe not the written word But in the rhythm that flows through our being In a song that's not always heard Not all of us are 'published' poets But we have that rhythm in our soul If we would but shed our fears We could easily reach that goal. Poetry is in its self a therapy That frees restraints of the mind It is boundless in its vastness A bounty to mankind Poetry is an inner echo Of what your psyche would love to do So do not doubt your 'poet's heart' Let your visions come shining through. |
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| As each day passes
we are counseled by those purporting to be a little wiser than ourselves
in the art of profundity They always appear to have a small phrase
on the tip of their tongue that in their mind fits the occasion.
Here are a few of those phrases strung together.... |
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| When you are unsure about
an action, then refrain and when in doubt about a decision, then abstain.
When two quarrel, then both are in the wrong, when adversity attacks,
defend through song. Pleasure is seldom found where it is sought,
happiness is a commodity that can't be bought. Give every man your
ear but not your voice, remember, freedom is a right and not a choice.
If you want your dream to come true, don't oversleep, don't run
before you can walk or even creep. Good breeding is the blossom
of good sense, let the fruits of honest labour be your defence.
Be patient friend, the world is broad and wide, for when your cover's
blown, where can you hide? |
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| Here is a spoonful
of profundity that you might be able to stir into a conversation on
occasion
If you are itching to do something well,
you'll soon come up to scratch. Weddings are arranged, but funerals must be undertaken. The best thing to be buried in..... is a book! The secret to success is sincerity.... fake that and you have it made. If you do not want to appear two sandwiches short of a picnic.. use your loaf. Never let a woman's mind
wander, it is to little to be out on its own. |
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| TOMORROW
Tomorrow is a day that by definition,
will never dawn Yesterday is history and
has been so since time began Yesterday is time you've spent learning
how to live |
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Your
Guide to the USA |
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Now
we all know that the USA is a big country, however only about 10%
of its inhabitants have passports. Why? Because they don't need
them. They can experience the climates of the world right there
in their backyard. Culture, now that is where the 10% comes
in, culture and history are not yet mature enough in the States
so for some there is a need to travel. For those who remain at home,
click here and find out where your neighbour lives.
www.maps.google.com |
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| Sweet Summer Rose | ||
Audio: Count my Blessings |
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Her First Encounter The scene, please, you imagine, Make it as simple as can be. The place, where you prefer it, The players, he and she. Position, she was reclining, Staring at the ceiling up above. Music, it was piped The theme was harmony and love. She whispered, "Will it hurt much?" "Of course it won't" said he "It's a very simple process, Relax, rely on me." She said, "I'm rather frightened, I've never done this sort of thing before, I've been assured there's nothing like it, When it's over, will I be sore?" He started to convince her That it wouldn't hurt a bit, She finally consented And then wholly did submit. Three, four minutes passed by And neither spoke a word It was she that broke the silence, Her voice was rather blurred. "It is getting rather painful" The tears were in her eyes. "It is hurting quite a bit now, It must be quite a size." "Now calm yourself my dear" he said His face betrayed a grin. "Relax and let it open, And then I can get right in." He adjusted his position And approached her from behind, Probing, easing gently, The right spot for to find. His grip upon her tightened, He blocked the ceiling from her view, All that she could think of was His eyes are azure blue. "It's coming now" he said to her "I know" she thought with bliss "It is quite a funny feeling When you're lying back like this." A spasmodic jerk then shook her She gave a sudden shout The experience was over, Thank the Lord it's out. Having obliged the sweet young lady She was reminded of his fee As would any Dentist Unless your Dentist's free.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Pharaoh's Farewell- Death comes to him on silent wings Who dare to disturb the sleep of Kings. So read the curse in the ancient rite A threat that's delivered by a single bite. Let the desert sands embrace the past Raise not these tombs, for the die is cast. Those Pharaohs in those far off days Controlled all destiny, in secret ways. Devotees of new life, in death They issued this warning with their dying breath, "Death comes to him on silent wings Who dares to disturb the sleep of Kings."
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The Killing Floor Just around midnight Shadows creepin' round my door Demon dealers, junkies and squealers Down on the killing floor Some brother on the corner Talkin' about some low down dirty shame And all anybody wants Is their fifteen minutes of fame But I want more Yeah, it is just outside my door I want more, but I am tied Tied to the killing floor A man works so hard But gets treated just like a whore Then a jerk off in a high rise Doesn't need him any more His whole world comes crashing down For a better Wall Street bottom line He drowns his dreams in a paper cup And leaves the world behind But he should've had more Yeah it was just outside his door He needed more, but he was tied Down on the killing floor I don't care who you know What you think or what you say 'Cause a man who can change his heart Can change the whole world some day So if you're drowning in the basement In the stinging saline of your tears Get free from the killing floor Take a stand and face your fears 'Cause you can have more Yeah, it is just outside your door If you know the score Get free, free from the killing floor by Neill Burt. ----------------------------------------------------- Tae a Fert Oh what a sleekit horrible beastie Lurks in yer belly efter the feastie Just as ye sit doon among yer kin There sterts to stir an enormous wind. The neeps and tatties and mushy peas Stert workin like a gentle breeze But soon the puddin wi the sauncie face Will have ye blawin’ all ower the place. Nae matter whit the hell ye dae A’bodys gonnae have tae pay Even if ye try to stifle, It’s like a bullet oot a rifle. Hawd yer bum tight tae the chair Tae try and stop the leakin air Shift yersel frae cheek tae cheek Prae tae God it doesnae reek But aw yer efforts go assunder Oot it comes like a clap a thunder Ricochets aroon the room Michty me, a sonic boom! God almighty it fairly reeks; Hope I huvnae shit ma breeks Tae the bog I better scurry Aw whit the hell, its no ma worry. A’body roon aboot me chowkin, Wan or two are nearly bowkin I’ll feel better for a while Cannae help but raise a smile. Wis him! I shout with accusin glower, Ye dirty bugger they shout and stare I dinnae feel welcome any mair. Where ere ye go let yer wind gan free Sounds like just the job fur me Whit a fuss at Rabbie's perty Ower the sake o won wee ferty. Apologies tae Rabbie --------------------------------------------------------------- Death of an Innocent.
I once wrote a poem, yes I wrote it myself,
On some manuscript paper that I found on a shelf.
I then posted that poem, yes I did so with pride,
I said what I thought for I had nothing to hide.
Someone deleted my poem after I'd laid it aside,
A murderous act, for my little poem died.
Its life on the forum was ever so brief
And those that had read it were consumed with
grief.
To think such a creation should be treated this
way,
Someone for this sin surely should pay.
Alas retribution is not mine to claim
For the forum in question is not in my name
Such are the acts that are perpetrated today
One's not allowed freedom to have one's own say
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Gone Fishing. I looked out of the window And witnessed an early dawn Made a decision, to go fishing And forego cutting the lawn. My fishing gear was quickly packed So I set off down the lane, Huge clouds did soon assemble A prelude to heavy rain. I made it to the river bank Set up my rod and line Baited my hook and made a cast Whilst hoping the sun would shine. Instead I heard the thunder And then saw the lightning flash, The wind tore trees up by their root And they then to earth did crash. I lay prostrate upon the ground Almost at one with the sodden grass Mumbling long forgotten prayers Praying for that hurricane to pass. And pass it did....eventually Wind abating from roar, to whine, Trudging home I found my fishing rod With a fat trout upon the line. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- My Baltic Adventure I felt
it was time to leave these shores -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A Scottish Love Poem (Who said Scottish guy's aren't romantic?) A' coorse
ah love ye darlin' --------------------------------------------- Birthday Cards and Poems I got home late, Aboot seven thirty Face all haggard Clothes all dirty Went to the fridge To get me a beer But the nectar was gone I drank it last year So I sat doon a spell to ponder my quandary I wonder if there's any Deed presidents in the laundry Then I opened your card And what did I see Andrew Jackson and Grant Staring at me And that letter of verse Struck like a chord And that rapier wit Cut like a (s)word So I went to the store To get what I must A shelf in the back Gathering dust Boddingtons is smooth But that's not my sale What I feel like tonight Is some Newcastle Brown Ale Keep all your Budweiser Your Pabst and Bud lite I know what I want The rest is just shite So back home I sped With booty in hand A treasure to be sure From jolly England I got back in the hoose Shook off the snow And drank me a toast To the best man I know. (the toast
was to you- in case it was ambiguous) by --------------------------------------------- THE ROCK THAT WEPT I watched
the saline droplets well up into his eyes
Baby Blue A Halloween Visit A weakened sun slips from the sky Darkness rules in its place, The October moon, obscured by cloud Illuminates not, their face. For ghosts and ghouls set foot abroad On this eve of Halloween, Gathering souls to attend their ball Via the gates of the guillotine The dead are raised from their musty graves As the moon breaks through the cloud Disturbed at rest, these spectres moan And the banshee wail out loud. Pumpkin heads with eyes aflame Light up the darkness of the night Witches with their familiars, came Vampires to kiss, then bite! A chill wind whistled around my chair The fire did douse, then die The Devil emerged from a dank gray mist Fire raged in his eye. His hand flicked forth to grasp my arm I flinched and moved away, "The Halloween Ball was to have been here tonight, Shall you send my friends, away?" A strident, piercing, ringing tone Dispersed the phantoms of the night The door bell persisted, so I arose And once more walked into the light. I reached the door and threw it open wide To greet my callers and invite them in "Trick or treat?" the ghost horde cried Led by the Devil..... with an impish grin!
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Gabriel's Horn It's a tale of the Supernatural That's the tale I wish to tell Where Ghouls most foul and Ghosties Came marching right out of Hell. Fiendish apparitions, That did stun and shock the mind, Did freeze the blood within the vein These forebears of Mankind. What was it that disturbed them? Why should they come forth this way? Bringing with them from THAT place The debt they must repay. Was it the Horn of Gabriel That had summoned those long dead? Was this the Day of Judgment Which all Ghosts and Ghoulies dread? Nay, 'tis but a legend that repeats itself Each millenium, or there about, When Ghost and Ghoulies hear the call And all Hell is emptied out! Beware of the Supernatural And the tales that are often told, For when the Horn of Gabriel sounds It summons both young and old.
LDB 7/9/94
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My Little Cockney
Sparrow
I 'ad a little bird like that Stuffed an' stood up on a twig Housed in an upturned fish bowl Well, 'e wasn't very big. 'ad a sparkle in 'is eye 'e did, but Ah' never 'eard him sing Ah called 'im Alfie, me ole cock sparrow Looked after 'im like a king. Ah carried 'im up the 'Apples & Pears When ah went up there tuh kip Placed 'im on the bedside table 'cause mah room was such a tip. Ah 'eard a ringing on the 'Dog and Bone' An ah reached out, half asleep Knocked ole Alfie crashing tuh the floor He never let out a peep. Nah Alfie's upturned fish bowl Lies broken on the floor I'll never keep another bird No! Not me, no more!
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| R & R
Ah'm ah pullin
up sticks Ole
Daffyd.
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November 11th We will
always remember, or so the saying goes |
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| Sailing 2011
'Tis I
the traveller, safe returned |
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Sailing (Part two)
KORCULA
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Sailing (Part Three) VENICE Having slipped our moorings we set forth once more This time we were headed for a very different shore. In fact to the Lagoon of Venice in the Adriatic Sea With its canals and bridges and 'one cornetto' just for me! Sediments of sand and shale forced down rivers year on year Formed 118 tiny islands about which no one had a care. For Grado and Aquileia were the main cities of the day Inhabited by the Romans who had no interest in the bay. In centuries five and six barbarians did invade And the Veneti, (inhabitants of those cities) to escape the raid Were forced to seek refuge on those islands the rivers made. Slowly the various settlements united Though still retaining the 'Roman' look Elected themselves a ruler A non- hereditary dodge, or duke. Anxious to be free from Rome they sought allies new Byzantines helped them fight off many a motely crew. Saracens, Normans, pirates, from all quarters came But the Veneti and Byzantines proved that they were game. They achieved domination of the Adriatic From those islands in the lagoon And with superhuman effort built their city, none too soon. For the real break came in 1202 Frankish armies asked for her aid To ship the Frankish army to fight in the Fourth Crusade. Thus Venice made her fortune with strategic toeholds in the East The sacking of Constantinople was the main dish of that feast. Alas it was to be her undoing as the Turks ran wild and free Capturing that city in 1453 The Turks marched on through Yugoslavia to Vienna's very gate The defence of Venice was robust, but they had left it very late. Venice then lost her dependencies, squabbled with all around And fell to Napoleon, without a wimper, without a sound. The last doge was deposed by Napoleon Bonaparte The new future for Venice was about to start. In conclusion may I say a word about the Bridge of Sighs Reasons for such a name has confused the very wise In fact it was the access from the palace courts into the cells Where prisoners were to cross,and embrace their private hells One last look at the outside world and the prisoner would sigh Knowing that it would have to last, until the day he dies.
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