Battling Tops![/quote]
Battling tops!....Oooo never heard of that one! you will have to elaborate...i was also a big fan of simon says, sadly they don't seem to make it anymore which is a shamr as i reckon its good exercise for the old short term memory like!
and now a little poem...
Love
It must have looked queer
to travelling onlookers
in haste for last minute xmas buys
Me, at the traffic lights
inhaling you,
from the crook of my arm
through a blue windcheater
Anon
Last edited by freckle; 18-12-2009 at 01:28 PM.
Harry
i didn't realise you had a former career in commercials...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=65fhH...eature=related
Battling tops!....Oooo never heard of that one! you will have to elaborate...i was also a big fan of simon says, sadly they don't seem to make it anymore which is a shamr as i reckon its good exercise for the old short term memory like!
and now a little poem...
Love
It must have looked queer
to travelling onlookers
in haste for last minute xmas buys
Me, at the traffic lights
inhaling you,
in the crook of my arm
through a blue windcheater
Anon[/QUOTE]
This is great Freckle! Hi to you and HHH, it is like old times except I am sweating buckets (sorry but its true) and there are auto rickshaws zipping up and down and bells.
This is great Freckle! Hi to you and HHH, it is like old times except I am sweating buckets (sorry but its true) and there are auto rickshaws zipping up and down and bells.[/quote]
what a great image!...and in such contrast to the snow that is here now....i can just imagine the great art work which will come out of this trip, all those images will be getting stored ready to be used at a later date I'm sure!......![]()
Battling tops!....Oooo never heard of that one! you will have to elaborate...i was also a big fan of simon says, sadly they don't seem to make it anymore which is a shamr as i reckon its good exercise for the old short term memory like!
and now a little poem...
Love
It must have looked queer
to travelling onlookers
in haste for last minute xmas buys
Me, at the traffic lights
inhaling you,
from the crook of my arm
through a blue windcheater
Anon[/QUOTE]
What a lovely image! Canny poet that Anon!
Battling Tops. I'm afraid the 'Old' in Wippet is showing. a game from the 70's when spinning tops engaged in gladatorial combat. Surely I'm not the only old goat here who remembers such end-of-term classics (such as cross-fire, rebound and the Eivil Kneivil Stunt Bike!)
What a lovely image! Canny poet that Anon!
Battling Tops. I'm afraid the 'Old' in Wippet is showing. a game from the 70's when spinning tops engaged in gladatorial combat. Surely I'm not the only old goat here who remembers such end-of-term classics (such as cross-fire, rebound and the Eivil Kneivil Stunt Bike!)[/quote]
a bit like this?........
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fxgm5...eature=related
Not many good poems re toys out there so....
Shiny toys
joni mitchell
Shiny toys--right on time
Shiny toys--right on time
Shiny toys
I'm reading people rags in the checkout lane
Look, here's a hunk--here's a honey
Celebrated people and their claims to fame
Here's a boy and his money
And pictures of the winners in the latest
Ratepoll games
Whatever makes you "Yahoo"
Whatever makes your time feel satisfyin'
Whatever makes you
"Oh I'm so excited"
Whatever makes you feel like you're right on time
Party night
Good bands all over town
(good, good, good)
Mega lights and supersonic sounds
(good, good, good)
Flashy boys and girls that really play
(good, good, good)
Shiny toys, when it's over don't you
hate to have to put your toys away
Shiny toys--"I love my Porsche"
Shiny toys
Shiny toys--"I love my Porsche"
Shiny toys
Simple joys
Walking on the beach at the end of the day
Between the sand and the seagulls
Watching the glorious sun setting on the bay
Here comes a boy and his beagle
Walking with a man in a toupee
And a man with his head shaved
Whatever makes you "Mmmm, mmmm"
Whatever makes your time feel satisfyin'
Whatever makes you "Mmmmm, mmmm"
Whatever makes you feel like you're right on time
Party night
Super bands all over town
(good, good, good)
Super lights and supersonic sounds
(good, good, good)
Flashy boys and girls that really play
(good, good, good)
Shiny toys, when it's over
Don't you hate to have to put your toys away
Shiny toys--right on time
Shiny toys--right on time
Shiny toys--right on time
Just looked out of the window and immediately thought of this very familiar poem by T. S. Eliot
The winter evening settles down
With smell of steaks in passageways.
Six o'clock.
The burnt-out ends of smoky days.
And now a gusty shower wraps
The grimy scraps
Of withered leaves about your feet
And newspapers from vacant lots;
The showers beat
On broken blinds and chimney-pots,
And at the corner of the street
A lonely cab-horse steams and stamps.
And then the lighting of the lamps.
H aven't been on for a while, been reading a lot more and been trying to write poems all of which are unfinished.