*throws away the viagra and brings the stale bread back from the decking*Originally Posted by tri-mind
Sorry birds, you'll have to make do with a cheweee
*throws away the viagra and brings the stale bread back from the decking*
Sorry birds, you'll have to make do with a cheweee
yeah. Not bad. Bit wordy. Maybe you could edit it?
I think Hes's poem about her foggy run is absolutely brilliant; Hes did you actually compose it on the hoof or did it take a few days to put into words?
And on the biscuit front, give me jammy dodgers every time
Give me a lady, one that's couth,
Who putes the things I say;
Who's gainly in the eyes of man,
Who's imical to the things I plan,
Who parages me whenever she can,
Who's gruntled all the day.
Give me a girl whose hair is kempt,
Whose talk is always ane;
Who's ept at ridding home of dirt,
Who's iquitous and not a flirt,
Who's dignant, and whose mind is ert,
And I'll look on her with dain.
Leonard Rosenthal
Nice one stolly...I think Hes's poem about her foggy run is absolutely brilliant; Hes did you actually compose it on the hoof or did it take a few days to put into words?
And on the biscuit front, give me jammy dodgers every time
Give me a lady, one that's couth,
Who putes the things I say;
Who's gainly in the eyes of man,
Who's imical to the things I plan,
Who parages me whenever she can,
Who's gruntled all the day.
Give me a girl whose hair is kempt,
Whose talk is always ane;
Who's ept at ridding home of dirt,
Who's iquitous and not a flirt,
Who's dignant, and whose mind is ert,
And I'll look on her with dain.
Leonard Rosenthal
Poor freckle's brain is all a muddle
crashed into by a woman in a rush
could do with a jammy dodger right away
send one quick before i turn to mush!
this is a crap poem but i do have a bit of post traumatic stress so bear with me!
Hope your ok
Maybe a bit of Pablo Neruda might help?
Ancient night and the unruly salt
beat at the walls of my house
The shadow is all one, the sky
throbs now along with the ocean
and sky and shadow errupt
in the crash of their vast conflict.
All night long they struggle
nobody knows the name
of the harsh light that keeps slowly opening
like a languid fruit
So on the coast comes to light
out of seething shadow, the harsh dawn
gnawed at by the moving salt
swept clean by the mass of night
bloostained in its sea-washed crater
Dear old Pablo always saves the best til last doesn't he?
Poacher turned game-keeper
Stick with it Freckle the feelings will pass and before you know it everything back to normal.
Poor you! I do hope you are ok and that there isn't too much damage?
Thanks Stolly! I actually thought about it whilst running and seeing it all and then I walked through the door, sat down and wrote it in half an hour while I was waiting for my immersion to heat up! I'm very touched it got such a warm reception as I was a bit nervous about sharing it.I think Hes's poem about her foggy run is absolutely brilliant; Hes did you actually compose it on the hoof or did it take a few days to put into words?
Hes I think you could be a poet as well as an artist that was the best work i've seen on here by a yard. You are so modest about your abilities when you create such wonderful artwork and the poetry is wonderful. I don't know what others think but just reading your stuff and seeing your prints is inspirational and myself and others could learn a lot. Do not hide your light under a bushel and have the confidence to say to the world that this is your work and you know what it's really rather good. I wish i had 1/10th your talent. You could do multimedia anything at all as your talents worth sharing. Proud to share the forum with such a prodigious talent and lovely person. Matt.
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