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    cheers sarge

    #311683

    Lonely Hearts

    Can someone make my simple wish come true?
    Male biker seeks female for touring fun.
    Do you live in North London? Is it you?

    Gay vegetarian whose friends are few,
    I’m into music, Shakespeare and the sun.
    Can someone make my simple wish come true?

    Executive in search of something new –
    Perhaps bisexual woman, arty, young.
    Do you live in North London? Is it you?

    Successful, straight and solvent? I am too –
    Attractive Jewish lady with a son.
    Can someone make my simple wish come true?

    I’m Libran, inexperienced and blue –
    Need slim non-smoker, under twenty-one.
    Do you live in North London? Is it you?

    Please write (with photo) to Box 152
    Who knows where it may lead once we’ve begun?
    Can someone make my simple wish come true?
    Do you live in North London? Is it you?

    Wendy Cope

    #311684

    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.

    — William Butler Yeats

    #311685

    I eat my peas with honey
    I’ve done it all my life
    It makes the peas taste funny
    But it keeps them on the knife!

    annony mouse

    #311686

    keeping in with the irish theme, one by Paul Muldoon

    Why Brownlee Left

    Why Brownlee left, and where he went,
    Is a mystery even now.
    For if a man should have been content
    It was him; two acres of barley.
    One of potatoes, four bullocks,
    A milker, a slated farmhouse.
    He was last seen going out to plough
    On a March morning, bright and early.

    By noon Brownlee was famous;
    They had found all abandoned, with
    The last rig unbroken, his pair of black
    Horses, like man and wife,
    Shifting their weight from foot to
    Foot, and gazing into the future.

    #311687

    How doth the …..

    “How doth the little crocodile
    Improve his shining tail,
    And pour the waters of the Nile
    On every golden scale!
    How cheerfully he seems to grin,
    How neatly spreads his claws,
    And welcomes little fishes in
    With gently smiling jaws!”

    by Lewis Carroll

    #311688

    A frozen bird
    in the stretching sand
    clutched like a warrior
    for my staken white hand.
    But an ant like an eagle
    on wings webbed with faith
    swooped like a summer storm
    and slew the dark pearl of hate
    and vanished like a friend would.

    m.b.

    #311689

    Sonnet 73

    That time of year thou mayst in me behold
    When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
    Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
    Bare ruin’d choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
    In me thou see’st the twilight of such day
    As after sunset fadeth in the west;
    Which by and by black night doth take away,
    Death’s second self, that seals up all in rest.
    In me thou see’st the glowing of such fire,
    That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
    As the death-bed whereon it must expire,
    Consumed with that which it was nourisht by.
    This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong,
    To love that well which thou must leave ere long.

    William Shakespeare

    #311690

    poetry is for airheads
    it will never change the way the world turns

    #311691

    Warning

    When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
    With a red hat which doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me.
    And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
    And satin sandals, and say we’ve no money for butter.
    I shall sit down on the pavement when I’m tired
    And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
    And run my stick along the public railings
    And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
    I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
    And pick flowers in other people’s gardens
    And learn to spit.

    You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
    And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
    Or only bread and pickle for a week
    And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.

    But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
    And pay our rent and not swear in the street
    And set a good example for the children.
    We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.

    But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
    So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
    When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.

    Jenny Joseph

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