dixiedean Posted October 14, 2019 Share Posted October 14, 2019 On 10 February 2019 at 00:17, Wiltshire Rhino said: My favourite poet - Mr Robert Zimmerman Come gather 'round people Wherever you roam And admit that the waters Around you have grown And accept it that soon You'll be drenched to the bone. If your time to you Is worth savin' Then you better start swimmin' Or you'll sink like a stone For the times they are a-changin'. Come writers and critics Who prophesize with your pen And keep your eyes wide The chance won't come again And don't speak too soon For the wheel's still in spin And there's no tellin' who That it's namin'. For the loser now Will be later to win For the times they are a-changin'. Come senators, congressmen Please heed the call Don't stand in the doorway Don't block up the hall For he that gets hurt Will be he who has stalled There's a battle outside And it is ragin'. It'll soon shake your windows And rattle your walls For the times they are a-changin'. Come mothers and fathers Throughout the land And don't criticize What you can't understand Your sons and your daughters Are beyond your command Your old road is Rapidly agin'. Please get out of the new one If you can't lend your hand For the times they are a-changin'. The line it is drawn The curse it is cast The slow one now Will later be fast As the present now Will later be past The order is Rapidly fadin'. And the first one now Will later be last For the times they are a-changin'. Yep. Although I would argue that is not in the Nobel Laureate s top 100 works. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dixiedean Posted October 14, 2019 Share Posted October 14, 2019 On 23 February 2019 at 09:25, Griff9of13 said: Went to see the Bard of Salford, Dr John Cooper Clarke last night. I'd like to reproduce the highlight of the evening here, but the forum's sweary filter would reduce it to a post of #'s! Burnley is the very essence of the M62 attitude. Except that he don't never want to go to Keighley. What would he make of Toronto? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Futtocks Posted October 15, 2019 Share Posted October 15, 2019 Lion by Ivor Cutler Jungle Tip. If a lion attacks, stoop swiftly. Pick up two medium sized rock stones and insert them deftly up his nostrils. He will forget your presence temporarily in an attempt to remove the foreign bodies. But do not wait around, for he will bound after you and you will not play your trick a second time. Let me never fall into the vulgar mistake of dreaming that I am persecuted whenever I am contradicted. Ralph Waldo Emerson Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Oxford Posted October 19, 2019 Share Posted October 19, 2019 Summer with Monika by Roger McGough ten milk bottles standing in the hall ten milk bottles up against the wall next door neighbour thinks we're dead hasn't heard a sound, he said doesn't know we've been in bed the ten whole days since we were wed no-one knows and no-one sees we lovers doing as we please but people stop and point at these ten milk bottles a-turning into cheese ten milk bottles standing day and night ten different thicknesses and different shades of white persistent carol singers without a note to utter silent carol singers a-turning into butter now she's run out of passion and there's not much left in me so maybe we'll get up and make a cup of tea and then people can stop wondering what they're waiting for those ten milk bottles a queuing at our door those ten milk bottles a queuing at our door. The rest is pretty good too! 2 warning points Non-Political Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Copa Posted October 26, 2019 Share Posted October 26, 2019 an empty elevator opens closes Jack Cain Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Oxford Posted October 26, 2019 Share Posted October 26, 2019 "I'd like to get away from earth awhile And then come back to it and begin over. May no fate willfully misunderstand me And half grant what I wish and snatch me away Not to return. Earth's the right place for love: I don't know where it's likely to go better. I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree, And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more, But dipped its top and set me down again. That would be good both going and coming back. One could do worse than be a swinger of birches." Robert Frost .... Birches. 2 warning points Non-Political Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Oxford Posted October 27, 2019 Share Posted October 27, 2019 "Tell me what it's like in heaven I hope it's kinder than it is down here With all the trials and tribulations All the worry and living in fear We are lost, we are scattered We're balmy and we're battered We might be bruised but we're not broken." and "When I was younger I believed, that dreams came true. Now I wonder. Cause' I've seen much more dark skies, than blue. Now I wonder. I keep on praying for a blue sky, I keep on searching through the rain. I keep on thinking of the good times, will they ever come again? Now I wonder. Now I wonder. I keep on praying for a blue sky, I keep on searching through the rain. I keep on thinking of the good times, will they ever come again? Now I wonder. Now I wonder. When I was younger I believed, that I could win. Now I wonder. There was a time when you and I, walked hand & hand. Now I wonder. I keep on searching for the old me, I keep on thinking I can change. I keep on hoping for a new day, will I ever feel the same? Now I wonder. Oh I wonder. Now I wonder. " As well as "I've been wanderin' early late From new york city to the golden gate And it don't look like I'll ever stop my wanderin' My daddy was an engineer My brother drives a hack My sister takes in laundry While the baby balls the jack And it don't look like I'll ever stop my wanderin' " 2 warning points Non-Political Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
GUBRATS Posted October 27, 2019 Share Posted October 27, 2019 On 23/02/2019 at 09:25, Griff9of13 said: Went to see the Bard of Salford, Dr John Cooper Clarke last night. I'd like to reproduce the highlight of the evening here, but the forum's sweary filter would reduce it to a post of #'s! That would be the child of the Bat Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
GUBRATS Posted October 27, 2019 Share Posted October 27, 2019 Edgar Guest Somebody said " it couldn't be done " But he with a chuckle replied Maybe it couldn't But he would be one who wouldn't say so until he had tried So he started right in with a trace of a grin On his face if he worried he hid it He started to sing as he tackled the thing that couldn't be done And he did it First handed to me by my mother as I was setting up a business nearly 30 years ago , this has got me through plenty of adversity in life and work Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Oxford Posted October 27, 2019 Share Posted October 27, 2019 The boys were singing shing-a-ling The summer night we met You were tan and seventeen O how could I forget When every star from near and far Was watching from above Watching two teenagers fall in love The way we danced was not a dance But more a long embrace We held on to each other and We floated there in space And I was shy to kiss you while The whole wide world could see So shing-a-ling said everything for me And O the poor old old folks They thought we'd lost our minds They could not make heads or tails Of the young folks' funny rhymes But you and I knew all the words And we always sang along to O sham-a-ling-dong-ding Sham-a-ling-dang-dong So after years and after tears And after summers past The old folks tried to warn us How our love would never last And all we'd get was soaking wet From walking in the rain And singing sham-a-shing-a-ling again And O the poor old old folks They smile and walk away But I bet they did some Sham-a-lama-ding-dong in their day I bet that they still close their eyes And I bet they sing along to O sham-a-ling-dong-ding Sham-a-ling-dang-dong O those sweet old love songs Every word rings true Sham-a-ling-dong-ding means sweetheart Sham-a-ling-dang-dong does too And it means that right here in my arms That's where you belong And it means sham-a-ling-dong-ding Sham-a-ling-dang-dong Jess Winchester 2 warning points Non-Political Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tim2 Posted October 28, 2019 Share Posted October 28, 2019 My pamphlet's available now, launching on Nov 8th in Doncaster. Feel free to buy one or not - here's one of the poems therein. PM me if you want one, £6.50 inc. P&P. Resurrection When he came back no fanfare was sounded The heads turned away, or just stared straight past the shambling figure missing eyesight and limbs a gift of warfare; from the bombs and gas that fizzed and hissed and thudded and pounded and arced like bright rainbows and sang like hymns That Friday dawned just like any other in the stink and mud they slogged to the line they stood no chance; they were sacrificed lambs who were nailed to their cross; a mandate divine to brother lying in death with brother that cursed the living and howled with the damned He died on that Friday; they brought him back and he lay in bed a year and two days He limped from his sick bed and dimly saw the people they died for; so drab and gray hiding behind the old Union Jack that flew in false pride as we fought its war The church was near full that Easter Sunday when he hobbled back to his silent town but he could not pass through those hallowed doors where the statue shone with its holy crown of thorns; He turned his damaged eyes away and left there to fight his own private war Tim Fellows Easter 2018 from "Heritage", Glass Head Press 2019 "I am the avenging angel; I come with wings unfurled, I come with claws extended from halfway round the world. I am the God Almighty, I am the howling wind. I care not for your family; I care not for your kin. I come in search of terror, though terror is my own; I come in search of vengeance for crimes and crimes unknown. I care not for your children, I care not for your wives, I care not for your country, I care not for your lives." - (c) Jim Boyes - "The Avenging Angel" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Copa Posted October 29, 2019 Share Posted October 29, 2019 lightning a heron’s cry stabs the darkness by Matsuo Kinsaku Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Oxford Posted October 30, 2019 Share Posted October 30, 2019 One. "Long-haired preachers come out every night Try to tell you what's wrong and what's right But when asked how 'bout something to eat They will answer with voices so sweet [Chorus] You will eat, bye and bye In that glorious land above the sky Work and Pray, live on hay You'll get pie in the sky when you die And the starvation army they play And they sing and they clap and they pray Till they get all your coin on the drum Then they tell you when you are on the bum [Chorus] If you fight hard for children and wife Try to get something good in this life You're a sinner and bad man, they tell When you die you will sure go to hell [Chorus] Workingmen of all countries unite Side by side we for freedom will fight When the world and its wealth we have gained To the grafters we'll sing this refrain {Last Chorus} You will eat, bye and bye When you've learned how to cook and to fry Chop some wood, 'twill do you good And you'll eat in the sweet bye and bye " Two "Now when I was a young man I carried me pack And I lived the free life of the rover. From the Murray's green basin to the dusty outback, Well, I waltzed my Matilda all over. Then in 1915, my country said, "Son, It's time you stop ramblin', there's work to be done." So they gave me a tin hat, and they gave me a gun, And they marched me away to the war. And the band played "Waltzing Matilda," As the ship pulled away from the quay, And amidst all the cheers, the flag waving, and tears, We sailed off for Gallipoli." Three "Shirts in the closet, shoes in the hall Mama's in the kitchen, baby and all Everything is everything Everything is everything But you're missing Coffee cups on the counter, jackets on the chair Papers on the doorstep, you're not there Everything is everything Everything is everything But you're missing Pictures on the nightstand, tv's on in the den Your house is waiting, your house is waiting For you to walk in, for you to walk in But you're missing, you're missing You're missing when i shut out the lights You're missing when i close my eyes You're missing when i see the sun rise You're missing" 2 warning points Non-Political Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Oxford Posted October 31, 2019 Share Posted October 31, 2019 2 warning points Non-Political Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Padge Posted October 31, 2019 Share Posted October 31, 2019 A Short Poem by Spike Milligan Po. Visit my photography site www.padge.smugmug.com Radio 5 Live: Saturday 14 April 2007 Dave Whelan "In Wigan rugby will always be king" This country's wealth was created by men in overalls, it was destroyed by men in suits. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
GUBRATS Posted October 31, 2019 Share Posted October 31, 2019 2 minutes ago, Padge said: A Short Poem by Spike Milligan Po. A slightly longer one by me Pie Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Padge Posted October 31, 2019 Share Posted October 31, 2019 Roger McGough, Cat's Protection League. Visit my photography site www.padge.smugmug.com Radio 5 Live: Saturday 14 April 2007 Dave Whelan "In Wigan rugby will always be king" This country's wealth was created by men in overalls, it was destroyed by men in suits. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Oxford Posted November 1, 2019 Share Posted November 1, 2019 A long, long time ago I can still remember how that music used to make me smile And I knew if I had my chance That I could make those people dance And maybe they'd be happy for a while But February made me shiver With every paper I'd deliver Bad news on the doorstep I couldn't take one more step I can't remember if I cried When I read about his widowed bride But something touched me deep inside The day the music died I think this may be on here already but the latest news seems to echo this a lot! 2 warning points Non-Political Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Oxford Posted November 1, 2019 Share Posted November 1, 2019 Had to include this Tonight at noon Supermarkets will advertise 3p extra on everything Tonight at noon Children from happy families will be sent to live in a home Elephants will tell each other human jokes America will declare peace on Russia World War I generals will sell poppies on the street on November 11th The first daffodils of autumn will appear When the leaves fall upwards to the trees Tonight at noon Pigeons will hunt cats through city backyards Hitler will tell us to fight on the beaches and on the landing fields A tunnel full of water will be built under Liverpool Pigs will be sighted flying in formation over Woolton And Nelson will not only get his eye back but his arm as well White Americans will demonstrate for equal rights In front of the Black house And the monster has just created Dr. Frankenstein Girls in bikinis are moonbathing Folksongs are being sung by real folk Art galleries are closed to people over 21 Poets get their poems in the Top 20 There's jobs for everybody and nobody wants them In back alleys everywhere teenage lovers are kissing in broad daylight In forgotten graveyards everywhere the dead will quietly bury the living and You will tell me you love me Tonight at noon Adrian Henry 2 warning points Non-Political Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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