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Post by piccione on Sept 27, 2007 21:19:38 GMT
You are welcome to my collected works. Here they all are. In winters of old The days were cold And the knights were armour-plated It was a hard thing to do To go to the loo So they got very constipated. …and your real name is Hugh Walter Gilbert Cook, isn’t it, Sands! ;D |
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Post by sandywinder on Sept 28, 2007 8:15:56 GMT
You are welcome to my collected works. Here they all are. In winters of old The days were cold And the knights were armour-plated It was a hard thing to do To go to the loo So they got very constipated. …and your real name is Hugh Walter Gilbert Cook, isn’t it, Sands! ;D Obviously not so clearly. Never read any of his books. But then I don't see the point in all them cook books. How many recipes do you need to make baked beans on toast? I did like that dyslexic Hugh Firmly-Whippinghole's book though, which featured a recipe for baked beans on stoat. |
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Post by topsy on Sept 28, 2007 9:24:43 GMT
;D The Starlight Night
LOOK at the stars! look, look up at the skies!
O look at all the fire-folk sitting in the air!
The bright boroughs, the circle-citadels there!
Down in dim woods the diamond delves! the elves'-eyes!
The grey lawns cold where gold, where quickgold lies!
Wind-beat whitebeam! airy abeles set on a flare!
Flake-doves sent floating forth at a farmyard scare!--
Ah well! it is all a purchase, all is a prize.
Gerard Manley Hopkins |
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Post by Nathan deGargoyle on Sept 28, 2007 17:03:31 GMT
Never could stand Hopkins!
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Post by topsy on Sept 29, 2007 8:30:58 GMT
Ooooops....sorry. How about Browning? Up at a Villa—Down in the City
by Robert Browning
(As Distinguished by an Italian Person of Quality)
Had I but plenty of money, money enough and to spare,
The house for me, no doubt, were a house in the city-square;
Ah, such a life, such a life, as one leads at the window there!
Something to see, by Bacchus, something to hear, at least!
There, the whole day long, one's life is a perfect feast;
While up at a villa one lives, I maintain it, no more than a beast.
Well now, look at our villa! stuck like the horn of a bull
Just on a mountain-edge as bare as the creature's skull,
Save a mere shag of a bush with hardly a leaf to pull!
—I scratch my own, sometimes, to see if the hair's turned wool. the comparison is taken further but I didn't want to overface you  |
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Post by topsy on Oct 5, 2007 9:33:10 GMT
Ye gods!...Yesterday was National Poetry Day...how remiss of me to miss it!
Try this:
WILD OATS
Every day I see from my window
pigeons, up on the roof ledge -- the males
are wobbling gyroscopes of lust.
Last week a stranger joined them, a snowwhite
pouting fantail,
Mae West in the Women's Guild.
What becks, what croo-croos, what
demented pirouetting, what a lack
of moustaches to stroke.
The females -- no need to be one of them to know
exactly what they were thinking -- pretended
she wasn't there
and went dowdily on with wharever
pigeons do when they're knitting.
Norman MacCaig
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Post by Daz Madrigal on Oct 5, 2007 11:52:00 GMT
Ode on a Grecian Urn
THOU still unravish'd bride of quietness,
Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time,
Sylvan historian, who canst thus express
A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme:
What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape
Of deities or mortals, or of both,
In Tempe or the dales of Arcady?
What men or gods are these? What maidens loth?
What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape?
What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard
Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on;
Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear'd,
Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone:
Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave
Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare;
Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss,
Though winning near the goal—yet, do not grieve;
She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss,
For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed
Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu;
And, happy melodist, unwearièd,
For ever piping songs for ever new;
More happy love! more happy, happy love!
For ever warm and still to be enjoy'd,
For ever panting, and for ever young;
All breathing human passion far above,
That leaves a heart high-sorrowful and cloy'd,
A burning forehead, and a parching tongue.
Who are these coming to the sacrifice?
To what green altar, O mysterious priest,
Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies,
And all her silken flanks with garlands drest?
What little town by river or sea-shore,
Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel,
Is emptied of its folk, this pious morn?
And, little town, thy streets for evermore
Will silent be; and not a soul, to tell
Why thou art desolate, can e'er return.
O Attic shape! fair attitude! with brede
Of marble men and maidens overwrought,
With forest branches and the trodden weed;
Thou, silent form! dost tease us out of thought
As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral!
When old age shall this generation waste,
Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe
Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st,
'Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.'
John Keats
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Post by topsy on Oct 9, 2007 9:15:36 GMT
Thee day when some members went pink! WHY?..most unnerving!!
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Post by sandywinder on Oct 9, 2007 13:19:44 GMT
Thee day when some members went pink! WHY?..most unnerving!! I think it is to encourage more homosexuals to join thee board. Why not just put a sign-up saying? REAR GUNNERS WELCOME. ;D |
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Post by piccione on Oct 9, 2007 15:03:02 GMT
Thee day when some members went pink! WHY?..most unnerving!! Looks like you had a lucky escape, Tops... |
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Post by topsy on Oct 9, 2007 22:32:44 GMT
Yeah! So I'll keep on taking thee tablets |
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Post by matty on Oct 10, 2007 7:53:30 GMT
Hm, v. mysterious. Maybe it's a 'Life of Brian' thing: 'Yes, I'm Pink (melon)' 'No, I'm Pink' 'No, no, I'm Pink, and so is my wife'....  |
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Post by Daz Madrigal on Oct 10, 2007 11:15:06 GMT
These endearing foibles are all part of the Mel mystique so I'm perfectly happy to let Mel play about with the colours as often as she likes. I mean she pulls out the stops at Halloween, Guy Fawkes, Easter etc..so she can do what the hell she likes as far as I'm concerned.
Plus she was the first person to spot the loophole in Browns curious legerdemain. It took most economic experts several hours to figure it out!!!
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Post by chavette on Oct 10, 2007 12:04:19 GMT
All v intreeging and I like it B-cos Pink is my favourite crayon - Aerosmith. |
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Daz Madrigal
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Post by Daz Madrigal on Oct 10, 2007 12:21:33 GMT
We could have a pink skin especially for the girl(s)
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