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Fri, Sep 15 2017 8:04 AM (37 replies)
  • alcaucin
    9,041 Posts
    Sun, Sep 10 2017 11:45 AM

    ANYTHING fun will do.. 

    Music , Poetry ( gettin into ), Sayings, Observations, ad infinitum.......

    10 sleeves going

    Edit  Posts may take some time to get through but to reiterate...

    Poetic indeed HP,

    ..and IF NOT....certainly true imo

    , tho how many of us would put ourselves in the Righteous category ?

    Food for thought ?

    ARE we beset OR do we Tyrannise others whilst having selfish intentions ??

    I'm TRYING Ringo...I'm tryin REAL HARD , To understand what the fook I''m on about !!

    LOL

    Sent.

  • hpurey
    11,505 Posts
    Sun, Sep 10 2017 6:21 PM

    Image result for the path of the righteous man is beset on all sides

     

     

     

     

     

     

    Poetry?

  • alcaucin
    9,041 Posts
    Sun, Sep 10 2017 6:30 PM

    hpurey:

    Image result for the path of the righteous man is beset on all sides

     

     

     

     

     

     

    Poetry?

    Poetic indeed my man !!!

    Class 1st stab..

    Sent,

  • CEverett12
    14,177 Posts
    Sun, Sep 10 2017 6:41 PM

  • mkg335
    5,491 Posts
    Sun, Sep 10 2017 6:49 PM

    A haiku I wrote for my eldest daughter when she was a kid...she's now 23 and headed back to Spain again to teach English:

    Praying mantis clings

    to the moonlit windowpane

    My shy daughter dreams

     

    edit:  Forgot to add...if the above is deemed worthy of a sleeve, please send it to WillyBigg.  He runs the tourneys in our CC and uses his own credits to fund the prizes.

  • twinponds169
    3,044 Posts
    Sun, Sep 10 2017 7:15 PM

     

     

    I've got a little black book with my poems in.

    Got a bag with a toothbrush and a comb in.
    When I'm a good dog, they sometimes throw me a bone in.

    I got elastic bands keeping my shoes on.
    Got those swollen hand blues.
    Got thirteen channels of shiite on the T.V. to choose from.
    I've got electric light.
    And I've got second sight.
    And amazing powers of observation.
    And that is how I know
    When I try to get through
    On the telephone to you
    There'll be nobody home.

    I've got the obligatory Hendrix perm.
    And the inevitable pinhole burns
    All down the front of my favorite satin shirt.
    I've got nicotine stains on my fingers.
    I've got a silver spoon on a chain.
    I've got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains.

    I've got wild staring eyes.
    And I've got a strong urge to fly.
    But I got nowhere to fly to.
    Ooooh, Babe when I pick up the phone

    There's still nobody home.

    I've got a pair of Gohills boots
    and I got fading roots.

  • twinponds169
    3,044 Posts
    Sun, Sep 10 2017 7:25 PM

    Not the torturer will scare me
    Nor the body's final fall
    Nor the barrels of death's rifles
    Nor the shadows on the wall
    Nor the night when to the ground
    The last dim star of pain, is hurled
    But the blind indifference
    Of a merciless, unfeeling world

    Lying in the burnt out shell
    Of some Albanian farm
    An old Babushka
    Holds a crying baby in her arms
    A soldier from the other side
    A man of heart and pride
    Breaks ranks, lays down his rifle
    To kneel by her side

    He gives her water
    Binds her wounds
    And calms the crying child
    A touch gives absolution then
    Across the great divide
    He picks his way back through the broken
    China of her life
    And there at the curb
    The samaritan Serb turns and waves ... goodbye

    And each small candle
    Lights a corner of the dark
    Each small candle
    Lights a corner of the dark
    Each small candle lights a corner of the dark
    When the wheel of pain stops turning
    And the branding iron stops burning
    When the children can be children
    When the desperados weaken
    When the tide rolls into greet them
    And the natural law of science
    Greets the humble and the mighty
    And the billion candles burning
    Lights the dark side of every human mind

    Each small candle
    Each small candle
    Each small candles lights the dark side of every human mind

    And each small candle
    Lights a corner of the dark

    "Each Small Candle" is a song by Roger Waters. It was released on his album In the Flesh – Live in 2000.[1] Most of the lyrics were inspired by a news story from the Kosovo war of a Serbian soldier who saw a wounded Albanian woman, left his ranks and helped her.

    It also includes a stanza translated from Danish poet Halfdan Rasmussen's work Ikke Bødlen[citation needed] (and is, thus, credited as "Waters/Rasmussen"[

  • mrcaddie
    2,429 Posts
    Sun, Sep 10 2017 7:28 PM

    Andy,

    Wow, I haven't seen you in a long time...I figured you've been working on your tan for the last few months.

    Hey listen, this guy sent me an email and wanted me to send it along to you the next time I saw you....he wanted to say hello.

    Great to see you again Andy.

    No poetry here.

    MC

     

  • alcaucin
    9,041 Posts
    Sun, Sep 10 2017 7:31 PM

    mkg335:

    A haiku I wrote for my eldest daughter when she was a kid...she's now 23 and headed back to Spain again to teach English:

    Praying mantis clings

    to the moonlit windowpane

    My shy daughter dreams

     

    edit:  Forgot to add...if the above is deemed worthy of a sleeve, please send it to WillyBigg.  He runs the tourneys in our CC and uses his own credits to fund the prizes.

    Not many left in the Forum that entertain with not just erudition but a comic slant in general..............we've lost many sadly.

    Guessing ya man don't need inches......:P

    Get him to wall me with / what and where he wants 2000cr to go.

     

     

  • alcaucin
    9,041 Posts
    Sun, Sep 10 2017 7:45 PM

    CEverett12:

    Nice man! ;)

    Sent

     

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