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    Who invented work:sneaky:

    On a hill i sit,
    My dog, happily rolling in sh*t,
    Miles done and more to go
    Take a deep breath, and get up slow,
    Off we trot, the pooch comes grottily,
    Could do this all day, if i won the lottery!

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    Loved Crowhill's 3ppp's poem, hope the injury clears up soon mate.

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    Time, Real and Imaginary - An Allegory

    mostly By Samuel Taylor Coleridge (I am surprised we haven't posted this poem before!)


    On the wide level of a mountain's head,
    (I knew not where, but 'twas some faery place)
    Their pinions, ostrich-like, for sails out-spread,
    Two lovely children run a fell race,

    A sister and a brother!
    This far outstripp'd the other;
    Yet ever runs she with reverted face,
    And looks and listens for the boy behind:
    For he, alas! is blind!

    O'er rough and smooth with even step he passed,
    And knows not whether he be first or last.

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    I know it's not the kind of poetry we post on here, and I know it's well past Wimbledon now, but I heard this read by the poet at Ledbury and it is so funny (and clever) I had to post it here.

    thwok
    By Matt Harvey


    a game in the life

    bounce bounce bounce bounce
    thwackety wackety zingety ping
    hittety backety pingety zang
    wack, thwok, thwack, pok
    thwikety, thwekity, thwokity, thwakity
    cover the court with alarming alacrity
    smackety dink, smackety dink
    boshety bashity crotchety crashety
    up loops a lob with a teasing temerity
    leaps in the air in defiance of gravity
    puts it away with a savage severity
    coupled with suavity
    nice
    15-love
    (reaches for towel with a certain serenity)


    bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
    thwack, thwok, plak, plok
    come to the nettety
    bit of a liberty
    quickly regrettety
    up goes a lobbity
    hoppety skippety
    awkwardly backwardly
    slippety trippety
    tumble & sprawl
    audible gasps…
    15-all
    (opponent asks how is he?
    courtesy, nice to see
    getting up gingerly
    brushity thighsity
    all, if you’re asking me
    bit big-girls-blousity)


    bounce bounce bounce
    whack, thwok, plik, plok
    into the corner, then down the linety
    chasety downity, whackety backety
    all on the runnity, crossety courtety
    dropety vollety – quality, quality…
    … oh I say what impossible gettery
    no, umpirical rulery – nottety uppity –
    oooh – doesn’t look happety
    back to the baseline
    muttery muttery muttery muttery
    30-15


    bounce, bounce, bounce,
    thwacketty OUT
    bounce, bounce, bounce,
    thwacketty BLEEP
    2nd serve
    bounce, bounce, bounce,
    thwacketty – slappity
    thwackety thumpity
    dinkety-clinkety, gruntity-thumpity
    clinkety
    thump!
    30-all
    fistety pumpety, fistety pumpety COME ON!

    quiet please


    bounce, bounce, bounce,
    thwacketty thwoketty
    bashetty boshetty
    clashety closhety
    OUT!
    what?
    lookaty linety, lookaty line-judge
    line judge nodity
    wearily query
    umpire upholdery, indicate inchery
    insult to injury
    give line-judge scrutiny
    face full of mutiny,
    40-30
    back to the baseline
    through gritted teethery
    muttery mutiny mutiny muttery


    bounce bounce bounce
    thwak, thwok, thwak, plok
    thwakety plik, thwoketty plak
    to-ity fro-ity fro-ity to-ity
    slowity quickety quickety slowity
    turnety headety, headety turnity
    leftety rightety leftety rightety
    seems like we’ve been here a bloomin eternity
    rightety leftety rightety leftety
    topety spinnety, backhandy slicety
    lookety watchety, scratchety bottity
    fabulous forehand, backhandy slicety
    furious forehand, savagely slicety
    fearsome ferocity, vicious velocity
    bilious backhand – blasted so blistery…
    …half a mile out but that line judge is history
    OOOWWWWWWWWT!


    GAME

    new balls please

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    One the other hand we do post this kind of poem, and this is by Robert Frost one of the Dymock poets based not so very far from Ledbury.

    There was an exhibition of stitched textiles associated with the festival on the theme of "moon rainbow" associated with "Iris by Night", although confusingly not all the pieces were moon rainbow based, some had chosen e.g. "The Road not Taken" another Frost classic.

    Here is Iris by Night, as I'm sure The Road not Taken has appeared on here before.

    One misty evening, one another's guide,
    We two were groping down a Malvern side
    The last wet fields and dripping hedges home.
    There came a moment of confusing lights,
    Such as according to belief in Rome
    Were seen of old at Memphis on the heights
    Before the fragments of a former sun
    Could concentrate anew and rise as one.
    Light was a paste of pigment in our eyes.
    And then there was a moon and then a scene
    So watery as to seem submarine;
    In which we two stood saturated, drowned.
    The clover-mingled rowan on the ground
    Had taken all the water it could as dew,
    And still the air was saturated too,
    Its airy pressure turned to water weight.
    Then a small rainbow like a trellis gate,
    A very small moon-made prismatic bow,
    Stood closely over us through which to go.
    And then we were vouchsafed a miracle
    That never yet to other two befell
    And I alone of us have lived to tell.
    A wonder! Bow and rainbow as it bent,
    Instead of moving with us as we went
    (To keep the pots of gold from being found),
    It lifted from its dewy pediment
    Its two mote-swimming many-colored ends
    And gathered them together in a ring.
    And we stood in it softly circled round
    From all division time or foe can bring
    In a relation of elected friends.

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    Ha ha...I like this a lot.

    I've said it before and I'm going to say it again....there isn't a 'type' of poem that is posted or any unwritten (or written) restrictions regarding what is posted on the thread...there's been all sorts, even biscuit porn limericks. I think some of us just have favourites that we post and repost because we enjoy them or they fit a mood so maybe it might seem that certain types of poems get posted (trawl some of the archives and you'll see that there really has been everything possible). I, for one, will post whatever I like unless I think it would upset or offend anyone so I hope you don't feel restricted Stevie.

    Quote Originally Posted by Stevie View Post
    I know it's not the kind of poetry we post on here, and I know it's well past Wimbledon now, but I heard this read by the poet at Ledbury and it is so funny (and clever) I had to post it here.

    thwok
    By Matt Harvey


    a game in the life

    bounce bounce bounce bounce
    thwackety wackety zingety ping
    hittety backety pingety zang
    wack, thwok, thwack, pok
    thwikety, thwekity, thwokity, thwakity
    cover the court with alarming alacrity
    smackety dink, smackety dink
    boshety bashity crotchety crashety
    up loops a lob with a teasing temerity
    leaps in the air in defiance of gravity
    puts it away with a savage severity
    coupled with suavity
    nice
    15-love
    (reaches for towel with a certain serenity)


    bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
    thwack, thwok, plak, plok
    come to the nettety
    bit of a liberty
    quickly regrettety
    up goes a lobbity
    hoppety skippety
    awkwardly backwardly
    slippety trippety
    tumble & sprawl
    audible gasps…
    15-all
    (opponent asks how is he?
    courtesy, nice to see
    getting up gingerly
    brushity thighsity
    all, if you’re asking me
    bit big-girls-blousity)


    bounce bounce bounce
    whack, thwok, plik, plok
    into the corner, then down the linety
    chasety downity, whackety backety
    all on the runnity, crossety courtety
    dropety vollety – quality, quality…
    … oh I say what impossible gettery
    no, umpirical rulery – nottety uppity –
    oooh – doesn’t look happety
    back to the baseline
    muttery muttery muttery muttery
    30-15


    bounce, bounce, bounce,
    thwacketty OUT
    bounce, bounce, bounce,
    thwacketty BLEEP
    2nd serve
    bounce, bounce, bounce,
    thwacketty – slappity
    thwackety thumpity
    dinkety-clinkety, gruntity-thumpity
    clinkety
    thump!
    30-all
    fistety pumpety, fistety pumpety COME ON!

    quiet please


    bounce, bounce, bounce,
    thwacketty thwoketty
    bashetty boshetty
    clashety closhety
    OUT!
    what?
    lookaty linety, lookaty line-judge
    line judge nodity
    wearily query
    umpire upholdery, indicate inchery
    insult to injury
    give line-judge scrutiny
    face full of mutiny,
    40-30
    back to the baseline
    through gritted teethery
    muttery mutiny mutiny muttery


    bounce bounce bounce
    thwak, thwok, thwak, plok
    thwakety plik, thwoketty plak
    to-ity fro-ity fro-ity to-ity
    slowity quickety quickety slowity
    turnety headety, headety turnity
    leftety rightety leftety rightety
    seems like we’ve been here a bloomin eternity
    rightety leftety rightety leftety
    topety spinnety, backhandy slicety
    lookety watchety, scratchety bottity
    fabulous forehand, backhandy slicety
    furious forehand, savagely slicety
    fearsome ferocity, vicious velocity
    bilious backhand – blasted so blistery…
    …half a mile out but that line judge is history
    OOOWWWWWWWWT!


    GAME

    new balls please

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    Quote Originally Posted by Stevie View Post
    One the other hand we do post this kind of poem, and this is by Robert Frost one of the Dymock poets based not so very far from Ledbury.

    There was an exhibition of stitched textiles associated with the festival on the theme of "moon rainbow" associated with "Iris by Night", although confusingly not all the pieces were moon rainbow based, some had chosen e.g. "The Road not Taken" another Frost classic.

    Here is Iris by Night, as I'm sure The Road not Taken has appeared on here before.

    One misty evening, one another's guide,
    We two were groping down a Malvern side
    The last wet fields and dripping hedges home.
    There came a moment of confusing lights,
    Such as according to belief in Rome
    Were seen of old at Memphis on the heights
    Before the fragments of a former sun
    Could concentrate anew and rise as one.
    Light was a paste of pigment in our eyes.
    And then there was a moon and then a scene
    So watery as to seem submarine;
    In which we two stood saturated, drowned.
    The clover-mingled rowan on the ground
    Had taken all the water it could as dew,
    And still the air was saturated too,
    Its airy pressure turned to water weight.
    Then a small rainbow like a trellis gate,
    A very small moon-made prismatic bow,
    Stood closely over us through which to go.
    And then we were vouchsafed a miracle
    That never yet to other two befell
    And I alone of us have lived to tell.
    A wonder! Bow and rainbow as it bent,
    Instead of moving with us as we went
    (To keep the pots of gold from being found),
    It lifted from its dewy pediment
    Its two mote-swimming many-colored ends
    And gathered them together in a ring.
    And we stood in it softly circled round
    From all division time or foe can bring
    In a relation of elected friends.

    I didn't know Frost had spent some time in England so thanks for educating me there
    Stevie. I loved the "Thwok" poem as well

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    Evening Walk

    You give the appearance of listening
    To my thoughts, O trees,
    Bent over the road I am walking
    On a late summer evening
    When every one of you is a steep staircase
    The night is slowly descending.

    The high leaves like my mother's lips
    Forever trembling, unable to decide,
    For there's a bit of wind,
    And it's like hearing voices,
    Or a mouth full of muffled laughter,
    A huge dark mouth we can all fit in
    Suddenly covered by a hand.

    Everything quiet. Light
    Of some other evening strolling ahead,
    Long-ago evening of silk dresses,
    Bare feet, hair unpinned and falling.
    Happy heart, what heavy steps you take
    As you follow after them in the shadows.

    The sky at the road's end cloudless and blue.
    The night birds like children
    Who won't come to dinner.
    Lost children in the darkening woods.

    Charles Simic

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    Wow...I really do love this Alf. It has such a gentleness to it and then there is the slightly macabre bit about the 'huge dark mouth'.

    Quote Originally Posted by Alf View Post
    Evening Walk

    You give the appearance of listening
    To my thoughts, O trees,
    Bent over the road I am walking
    On a late summer evening
    When every one of you is a steep staircase
    The night is slowly descending.

    The high leaves like my mother's lips
    Forever trembling, unable to decide,
    For there's a bit of wind,
    And it's like hearing voices,
    Or a mouth full of muffled laughter,
    A huge dark mouth we can all fit in
    Suddenly covered by a hand.

    Everything quiet. Light
    Of some other evening strolling ahead,
    Long-ago evening of silk dresses,
    Bare feet, hair unpinned and falling.
    Happy heart, what heavy steps you take
    As you follow after them in the shadows.

    The sky at the road's end cloudless and blue.
    The night birds like children
    Who won't come to dinner.
    Lost children in the darkening woods.

    Charles Simic

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    Quote Originally Posted by Hes View Post
    Wow...I really do love this Alf. It has such a gentleness to it and then there is the slightly macabre bit about the 'huge dark mouth'.
    i agree , i love the personification of the trees who appear both soothing and slightly sinister, i like a paradox! great choice alf...really enjoying this thread as a consumer rather than contributor, but now...is that really the time? BED!

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