Today's poet

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Originally Posted by Johnny Foreigner

Round and round

Forty-two peaks.
In December sprinkled
with icing sugar.

Forty-two peaks.
On summer solstice covered
by hundreds and thousands.

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Excellent stuff. Welcome to the thread JF.

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Originally Posted by Johnny Foreigner

Round and round

Forty-two peaks.
In December sprinkled
with icing sugar.

Forty-two peaks.
On summer solstice covered
by hundreds and thousands.

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Very good! ;)

That has a Christmassy feel without even mentioning Christmas :)

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Originally Posted by Mountain Goatess

This one cheered me up. :)
A sparkly time is being had this Christmas xxx



Let your lines of wisdom show,
smile, let every one you know
just how great you are
you sparkle like a star

Let your eyes do the talking,
and your soul all the walking
your hands all the holding
your tears all the scolding

Sparkle like you own the world
shine like you are you
open all the locked up doors
let everyone you love right through

Clear away the cobwebs hidden in your heart,
replace the space with joy and peace to make a new and fresher start
light up the corridors leading to your mind
take a trip inside yourself and see what you can find

Mop away the mess left by others through the years,
leave an open room, get to know your fears.
sparkle like you know you should,
give your sorry life a chance
take your soul by the hand and both of you should dance

You are a diamond never to be worn,
sparkle like the jewel you are, the way that you were born
in yourself you should roam, you hold an empty seat.
sit and take control, feel the passion, feel the heat!

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Originally Posted by Mountain Goatess

This one cheered me up. :)
A sparkly time is being had this Christmas xxx



Let your lines of wisdom show,
smile, let every one you know
just how great you are
you sparkle like a star

Let your eyes do the talking,
and your soul all the walking
your hands all the holding
your tears all the scolding

Sparkle like you own the world
shine like you are you
open all the locked up doors
let everyone you love right through

Clear away the cobwebs hidden in your heart,
replace the space with joy and peace to make a new and fresher start
light up the corridors leading to your mind
take a trip inside yourself and see what you can find

Mop away the mess left by others through the years,
leave an open room, get to know your fears.
sparkle like you know you should,
give your sorry life a chance
take your soul by the hand and both of you should dance

You are a diamond never to be worn,
sparkle like the jewel you are, the way that you were born
in yourself you should roam, you hold an empty seat.
sit and take control, feel the passion, feel the heat!

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Gosh this is really really lovely thank you MG! :)

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Originally Posted by Johnny Foreigner

Round and round

Forty-two peaks.
In December sprinkled
with icing sugar.

Forty-two peaks.
On summer solstice covered
by hundreds and thousands.

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Ooooooo I like this a lot johnny welcome to the thread! :)

The History Of One Tough Mother****er

he came to the door one night wet thin beaten and
terrorized
a white cross-eyed tailless cat
I took him in and fed him and he stayed
grew to trust me until a friend drove up the driveway
and ran him over
I took what was left to a vet who said,"not much
chance...give him these pills...his backbone
is crushed, but is was crushed before and somehow
mended, if he lives he'll never walk, look at
these x-rays, he's been shot, look here, the pellets
are still there...also, he once had a tail, somebody
cut it off..."
I took the cat back, it was a hot summer, one of the
hottest in decades, I put him on the bathroom
floor, gave him water and pills, he wouldn't eat, he
wouldn't touch the water, I dipped my finger into it
and wet his mouth and I talked to him, I didn't go any-
where, I put in a lot of bathroom time and talked to
him and gently touched him and he looked back at
me with those pale blue crossed eyes and as the days went
by he made his first move
dragging himself forward by his front legs
(the rear ones wouldn't work)
he made it to the litter box
crawled over and in,
it was like the trumpet of possible victory
blowing in that bathroom and into the city, I
related to that cat-I'd had it bad, not that
bad but bad enough
one morning he got up, stood up, fell back down and
just looked at me.
"you can make it," I said to him.
he kept trying, getting up falling down, finally
he walked a few steps, he was like a drunk, the
rear legs just didn't want to do it and he fell again, rested,
then got up.
you know the rest: now he's better than ever, cross-eyed
almost toothless, but the grace is back, and that look in
his eyes never left...
and now sometimes I'm interviewed, they want to hear about
life and literature and I get drunk and hold up my cross-eyed,
shot, runover de-tailed cat and I say,"look, look
at this!"
but they don't understand, they say something like,"you
say you've been influenced by Celine?"
"no," I hold the cat up,"by what happens, by
things like this, by this, by this!"
I shake the cat, hold him up in
the smoky and drunken light, he's relaxed he knows...
it's then that the interviews end
although I am proud sometimes when I see the pictures
later and there I am and there is the cat and we are photo-
graphed together.
he too knows it's bullshit but that somehow it all helps.

Charles Bukowski

I love this gritty poet, can't remember if it was HHH, Freckle or OW who introduced me to him, or maybe even ML, but thanks anyway:)

PS do you know that the FRA forum thingymejig actually puts ***s into 'naughty words automatically? So what other words are banned?

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Originally Posted by Mossdog

The History Of One Tough Mother****er

he came to the door one night wet thin beaten and
terrorized
a white cross-eyed tailless cat......

..........although I am proud sometimes when I see the pictures
later and there I am and there is the cat and we are photo-
graphed together.
he too knows it's bullshit but that somehow it all helps.

Charles Bukowski

I love this gritty poet, can't remember if it was HHH, Freckle or OW who introduced me to him, or maybe even ML, but thanks anyway:)

PS do you know that the FRA forum thingymejig actually puts ***s into 'naughty words automatically? So what other words are banned?

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What a great tale. I think I'll wait until the watershed to give the auto-bleeper a ****ing go. :)

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

What a great tale. I think I'll wait until the watershed to give the auto-bleeper a ****ing go. :)

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Ha ha it sodding does doesn't it Mossy.


Blow, blow, thou winter wind
Thou art not so unkind
As man's ingratitude;
Thy tooth is not so keen,
Because thou art not seen,
Although thy breath be rude.

Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly:
Most freindship if feigning, most loving mere folly:
Then heigh-ho, the holly!
This life is most jolly.

Freeze, freeze thou bitter sky,
That does not bite so nigh
As benefits forgot:
Though thou the waters warp,
Thy sting is not so sharp
As a friend remembered not.
Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly:
Most freindship if feigning, most loving mere folly:
Then heigh-ho, the holly!
This life is most jolly.

William Shakespeare

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Originally Posted by freckle

Aw shucks thanks ;).....you are sweet (or at least I hope you are and your not trying to be ironic!!!:eek:).....anyhoo, what did you think of the flute poetry ?

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No i'm not being funny i'm just surprised at how this one has flown, i'm pretty sure it averages the most hits on general chat. I don't know what flute poetry is i'm afraid. :o

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Originally Posted by mr brightside

No i'm not being funny i'm just surprised at how this one has flown, i'm pretty sure it averages the most hits on general chat. I don't know what flute poetry is i'm afraid. :o

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It has just been fun I think, somewhere to hang out and be positive together. It is good chosing other's well chosen words to express yourself, and great to have a go ourselves without fear. There is a poem for every occasion.

The FRA even gets a mention in this one.

Mark Alexander Boyd.
1563–1601
Sonnet

FRA bank to bank, fra wood to wood I rin,
Ourhailit with my feeble fantasie;
Like til a leaf that fallis from a tree,
Or til a reed ourblawin with the wind.
Twa gods guides me: the ane of tham is blind,
Yea and a bairn brocht up in vanitie;
The next a wife ingenrit of the sea,
And lichter nor a dauphin with her fin.
Unhappy is the man for evermair
That tills the sand and sawis in the air;
But twice unhappier is he, I lairn,
That feidis in his hairt a mad desire,
And follows on a woman throw the fire,
Led by a blind and teachit by a bairn.