Spondooli's like that wordQuote:
Originally Posted by freckle
Brass, Bread, Dough, Dosh
Don't bring happiness though
Can't live without money, sadly, and the dole life ain't for me.
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Spondooli's like that wordQuote:
Originally Posted by freckle
Brass, Bread, Dough, Dosh
Don't bring happiness though
Can't live without money, sadly, and the dole life ain't for me.
ha ha, That made me laugh! :DQuote:
Originally Posted by Hes
Don't you worry TT. It gets us all now and again. It'll come back I'm sure, and we'll still be here too.Quote:
Originally Posted by TurboTom
All the best to you and the mini-freckles in your new adventure;)Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
Why is it that bairns who weigh next to nowt are loud of foot.
My six year old daughter is light as a feather and sounds like a herd of angry elelphants coming downstairs!!!!!!!!!!:D
Nice one Merrylegs. I'm chuffed for you. Just don't get caught in the cupboard sniffing new shoes! :eek: At least not in the first week anyway. :)Quote:
Originally Posted by merrylegs
that is a very good idea, they have so much energy the pair of them i simply have to get them running soon as! thanks stef and merry for your kind words!Quote:
Originally Posted by Stef F
I didn't realise you had a six year old too!Quote:
Originally Posted by merrylegs
mini freckle
meets mini merry
exclaiming
"now we are six"
AA Milne
When I was one,
I had just begun.
When I was two,
I was nearly new.
When I was three,
I was hardly me.
When I was four,
I was not much more.
When I was five,
I was just alive.
But now I am six,
I'm as clever as clever.
So I think I'll be six
now and forever.
I must resist the urge!Quote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
I must resist the urge!
I must resist the urge!
;):D
He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven by William Butler Yeats
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
Got three, 25, 10 and 6.Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
My very own Good, Bad and Ugly:D
ha ha - that's the best haiku we've ever had!Quote:
Originally Posted by merrylegs
I'm sure there's a joke in there somewhere about only having sex once a decade, but I'm too polite to even think of mentioning it!Quote:
Originally Posted by merrylegs
Oops! I just did! :D
Please could someone explain the rules of Haiku in simple english? Google boggled me on this one!
Thanks :o
it made me think of that father ted episode when they are in the areoplane and dougal is presented with a red button for the emergency exit which says "Do not press" and he is quite tormented..and presses it in the end..can't find it on you tube tho!.....nice one merryQuote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
Found it! Apologies for lowering the tone of tonight's thread, but I do like this.Quote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
A college psychology class was studying human reaction to sexual stimulus and of special interest was the frequency of amorous relations.
''How many students here,'' said the professor, ''engage more than once a week?''
Five people raised their hands.
''And how many engage once a week?''
Ten hands went up.
''How many twice a month?''
Eight hands went up.
''Once a month?''
Four hands were raised.
''And how may once a year?''
A little guy in the back waved his hand frantically and giggled hysterically. ''If you engage only once a year,'' said the professor, ''I don't see what you're so overjoyed about.''
Flush with excitement, the little guy said, ''Yeah, but tonight's the night!''
:D yes you did;)Quote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
Basically there are variations, but the most common is to have 3 lines that have 5,7 & 5 syllables. Like this...Quote:
Originally Posted by Stef F
Haiku have a five
syllable line, then seven,
then another five
Renewal.
I know it may not feel like it now,
But the future is open to you in all it's infinite beauty,
Renewal incarnate all is yours wow,
The courage to grasp it must become your duty.
You open up like a million different flowers,
Be anything you've ever wanted to be,
Poet or princess all is in your powers,
Want it hard enough it will become reality.
After all you've done the hardest part,
The role that they call mother,
Time soon for your new life to start,
So have fun and create another.
By Matt Harmston.
Inspired by Freckles' talk of her apartment and new horizons.
Remember some sketch from years ago were a stuffy, uptight couple are being asked a series of questions to which the reply to everyone is:Quote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
'Yes, we tried it once and didn't like it'
The final question is: 'Any Children?'
The reply..................'Just the one':D
T.S. Eliot - La Figlia che Piange
O quam te memorem virgo...
STAND on the highest pavement of the stair—
Lean on a garden urn—
Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair—
Clasp your flowers to you with a pained surprise—
Fling them to the ground and turn
With a fugitive resentment in your eyes:
But weave, weave the sunlight in your hair.
So I would have had him leave,
So I would have had her stand and grieve,
So he would have left
As the soul leaves the body torn and bruised,
As the mind deserts the body it has used.
I should find
Some way incomparably light and deft,
Some way we both should understand,
Simple and faithless as a smile and shake of the hand.
She turned away, but with the autumn weather
Compelled my imagination many days,
Many days and many hours:
Her hair over her arms and her arms full of flowers.
And I wonder how they should have been together!
I should have lost a gesture and a pose.
Sometimes these cogitations still amaze
The troubled midnight and the noon’s repose.
That's brilliant Matt, bet freckle will love that;)Quote:
Originally Posted by tri-mind
I'm impressed. You're quick to find a rhyme TM. Excellent.Quote:
Originally Posted by tri-mind
Tri thank you so much for this I feel utterly moved....i will cut and paste immediately and put it on the wall in my new pad (when i get it) and remember your thoughtfulness and friendship :)Quote:
Originally Posted by tri-mind
tri-mind a talent for rhyme
A beautiful, caring soul
More people like this required
World would be a better place for it;)
Innocence.
To see everything for the first time anew,
What joy all is new the world your playground,
Innocence that can never be given back to you,
Nothing spoiled all shiny all there to be found.
Then the veil of adulthood rears it's head,
All is tarnished battered and bruised,
Spending half the time seeing the dead,
Feeling there is nothing good for its all been used.
The only way to find your innocence once again,
Would be to die and come right back,
This would be a second chance to feel the rain,
And get your childhood innocence back.
By Matt Harmston.
Now I understandQuote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
it's simple when you know how
to write a Haiku
Thanks :cool:
Chocolate Cake - Michael Rosen
I love chocolate cake.
And when I was a boy
I loved it even more.
Sometimes we used to have it for tea
and Mum used to say,
'If there's any left over
you can have it to take to school
tomorrow to have at playtime.'
And the next day I would take it to school
wrapped up in tin foil
open it up at playtime
and sit in the corner of the playground
eating it,
you know how the icing on top
is all shiny and it cracks as you
bite into it,
and there's that other kind of icing in
the middle
and it sticks to your hands and you
can lick your fingers
and lick your lips
oh it's lovely.
yeah.
Anyway,
once we had this chocolate cake for tea
and later I went to bed
but while I was in bed
I found myself waking up
licking my lips
and smiling.
I woke up proper.
'The chocolate cake.'
It was the first thing
I thought of.
I could almost see it
so I thought,
what if I go downstairs
and have a little nibble, yeah?
It was all dark
everyone was in bed
so it must have been really late
but I got out of bed,
crept out of the door
there's always a creaky floorboard, isn't there?
Past Mum and Dad's room,
careful not to tread on bits of broken toys
or bits of Lego
you know what it's like treading on Lego
with your bare feet,
yowwww
shhhhhhh
downstairs
into the kitchen
open the cupboard
and there it is
all shining.
So I take it out of the cupboard
put it on the table
and I see that
there's a few crumbs lying about on the plate,
so I lick my finger and run my finger all over the crumbs
scooping them up
and put them into my mouth.
oooooooommmmmmmmm
nice.
Then
I look again
and on one side where it's been cut,
it's all crumbly.
So I take a knife
I think I'll just tidy that up a bit,
cut off the crumbly bits
scoop them all up
and into the mouth
oooooommm mmmm
nice.
Look at the cake again.
That looks a bit funny now,
one side doesn't match the other
I'll just even it up a bit, eh?
Take the knife
and slice.
This time the knife makes a little cracky noise
as it goes through that hard icing on top.
A whole slice this time,
into the mouth.
Oh the icing on top
and the icing in the middle
ohhhhhh oooo mmmmmm.
But now
I can't stop myself
Knife -
I just take any old slice at it
and I've got this great big chunk
and I'm cramming it in
what a greedy pig
but it's so nice,
and there's another
and another and I'm squealing and I'm smacking my lips
and I'm stuffing myself with it
and
before I know
I've eaten the lot.
The whole lot.
I look at the plate.
It's all gone.
Oh no
they're bound to notice, aren't they,
a whole chocolate cake doesn't just disappear
does it?
What shall I do?
I know. I'll wash the plate up,
and the knife
and put them away and maybe no one
will notice, eh?
So I do that
and creep creep creep
back to bed
into bed
doze off
licking my lips
with a lovely feeling in my belly.
Mmmmrnmmmmm.
In the morning I get up,
downstairs,
have breakfast,
Mum's saying,
'Have you got your dinner money?'
and I say,
'Yes.'
'And don't forget to take some chocolate cake with you.'
I stopped breathing.
'What's the matter,' she says,
'you normally jump at chocolate cake?'
I'm still not breathing,
and she's looking at me very closely now.
She's looking at me just below my mouth.
'What's that?' she says.
'What's what?' I say.
'What's that there?'
'Where?'
'There,' she says, pointing at my chin.
'I don't know,' I say.
'It looks like chocolate,' she says.
'It's not chocolate is it?'
No answer.
'Is it?'
'I don't know.'
She goes to the cupboard
looks in, up, top, middle, bottom,
turns back to me.
'It's gone.
It's gone.
You haven't eaten it, have you?'
'I don't know.'
'You don't know. You don't know if you've eaten a whole
chocolate cake or not?
When? When did you eat it?'
So I told her,
and she said
well what could she say?
'That's the last time I give you any cake to take
to school.
Now go. Get out
no wait
not before you've washed your dirty sticky face.'
I went upstairs
looked in the mirror
and there it was,
just below my mouth,
a chocolate smudge.
The give-away.
Maybe she'll forget about it by next week.
That's brilliant. You are a quick learner. :)Quote:
Originally Posted by Stef F
Bloody hell HHH, that's got to be the 'War and Peace' of chocolate cake:eek::D
Going back to a previous post a child of 25. How old were you at 10 at the time you have certainly aged well good sir.
I know! Michael Rosen is just brilliant. I just came across that now for the first time and had to share it.Quote:
Originally Posted by merrylegs
The Thought-Fox
I imagine this midnight moment's forest:
Something else is alive
Beside the clock's loneliness
And this blank page where my fingers move.
Through the window I see no star:
Something more near
Though deeper within darkness
Is entering the loneliness:
Cold, delicately as the dark snow
A fox's nose touches twig, leaf;
Two eyes serve a movement, that now
And again now, and now, and now
Sets neat prints into the snow
Between trees, and warily a lame
Shadow lags by stump and in hollow
Of a body that is bold to come
Across clearings, an eye,
A widening deepening greenness,
Brilliantly, concentratedly,
Coming about its own business
Till, with a sudden sharp hot stink of fox
It enters the dark hole of the head.
The window is starless still; the clock ticks,
The page is printed.
Ted Hughes
I was 20 when he was born, he's my stepson, met him when he was 5, not had contact with his real Dad since then, never paid a penny towards him, hasn't held him back, thinks of me as his real Dad, love him to bits, he's grown into a great person:cool:Quote:
Originally Posted by tri-mind
Hot Chocolate.
I love hot chocolate,
Steamy drink,
I love hot chocolate,
It helps me think,
I love hot chocolate,
Two times a day minimum,
I Love,adore,relish hot chocolate,
With extra synonym.
By Matt Harmston.
I know what that's like i didn't meet my dad until i was 35.
That is very clever TM. One of my favourites of yours.Quote:
Originally Posted by tri-mind
Right! Night all, I'm off. This is where the night owls all arrive. :)
That's disgusting! Glorifying wanton gluttony.Quote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
Now this is....passionate, but perhaps not one to send on Valentine's Day - ahem.:rolleyes:
Yes Yes
by Charles Bukowski
when God created love he didn't help most
when God created dogs He didn't help dogs
when God created plants that was average
when God created hate we had a standard utility
when God created me He created me
when God created the monkey He was asleep
when He created the giraffe He was drunk
when He created narcotics He was high
and when He created suicide He was low
when He created you lying in bed
He knew what He was doing
He was drunk and He was high
and He created the mountians and the sea and fire at the same time
He made some mistakes
but when He created you lying in bed
He came all over His Blessed Universe.
Night Harry, hope the 'hoots' don't keep you awake;)Quote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
Like that Mossdog, he'd 'necked' too much when he created the giraffe:DQuote:
Originally Posted by Mossdog