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17 February, 2008 at 5:41 pm #311682
cheers sarge
17 February, 2008 at 7:00 pm #311683Lonely 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?18 February, 2008 at 1:40 pm #311684Had 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
18 February, 2008 at 6:38 pm #311685I 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
18 February, 2008 at 6:49 pm #311686keeping 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.18 February, 2008 at 8:04 pm #311687How 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
19 February, 2008 at 10:57 pm #311688A 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.
24 February, 2008 at 4:55 pm #311689Sonnet 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
24 February, 2008 at 7:29 pm #311690poetry is for airheads
it will never change the way the world turns25 February, 2008 at 12:39 am #311691Warning
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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