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Poetry Corner

Discussion in 'CycleChat Cafe' started by Abitrary, 7 Oct 2007.

  1. Abitrary

    Abitrary New Member

    Might have some time spare time this week to advise people who'd like to spread their verse...

    Freedom
    --------
    Free. Like the bee.
    Buzzin' high on his liberty,
    A bit like you and me?
     
  2. Bigtallfatbloke

    Bigtallfatbloke New Member

    Whether the weather be cold
    or whether the weather be hot
    we'll weather the weather whatever the weather whether we like it or not.

    An Anonomous cyclist.
     
  3. mr_hippo

    mr_hippo Living Legend & Old Fart

    The Company He Chooses

    'Twas an evening in November,
    As I very well remember,
    I was strolling down the street in drunken pride,
    But my knees were all a'flutter
    So I landed in the gutter,
    And a pig came up and lay down by my side.
    Yes I lay there in the gutter
    Thinking thoughts I could not utter,
    When a colleen passing by did softly say,
    'Ye can tell a man that boozes
    By the company he chooses' -
    At that, the pig got up and
    Walked away.

    Anon

    The Old Man's Lament

    My life is nearly over,
    My pilot light is out.
    What used to be my sex appeal,
    Is now my water spout!

    Anon
     
  4. Elmer Fudd

    Elmer Fudd Miserable Old Bar Steward

    Happy that we met,
    Happy that I've been,
    Sadly do depart,
    But happy meet again.
     
  5. Fnaar

    Fnaar Smutmaster General

    Location:
    Thumberland
    In Dillman's Grove, my love did die,
    And now in ground shall ever lie.
    None could e'er replace her visage,
    Until your face brought thoughts of kissage.
     
  6. Melvil

    Melvil Standard nerd

    Are you a Poetry Advisor, Arb? A cool job if you are!
     
  7. Abitrary

    Abitrary New Member

    Interesting. But it's just a bit too... well happy.

    You need to write this on paper with a pencil clenched in your fist, in capitals. Photograph it and post the image on here
     
  8. Abitrary

    Abitrary New Member

    These are all copies!!!! Where are the originals.

    Where are the artists?
     
  9. Abitrary

    Abitrary New Member

    the morning after
    -----------------
    The morning after I met your face
    I crumbled like a heap of desire, in my duvet
    The memory of that dimpled place
    Reminded me of my first bird, now a qualified vet

    The morning after the night before
    My cradling of you in my armpit bones
    I'd heard of women like you in tales of yore
    But never thought it would happen to me, little abitrary jones

    The morning after the night before that fateful afternoon
    Too much wine on our first proper date
    I never thought you'd end up bringing your entire coterie along
    And end up in a fist fight with your cousin's flat mate.

    But I'm still fond of you
     
  10. Brock

    Brock Senior Member

    Location:
    Kent
    Well.. I like it.
     
  11. Abitrary

    Abitrary New Member

    That's *exactly* what I'm getting at.

    If a cynical troubadour like brock gets it, then I don't see why everyone else can't
     
  12. Elmer Fudd

    Elmer Fudd Miserable Old Bar Steward

    Well, I did read it in a bar in Cork and at the time I was, umm, well happy !!
     
  13. Abitrary

    Abitrary New Member

    Cop out.

    This is a thread about writing your *own* poetry

    Just be yourself
     
  14. Abitrary

    Abitrary New Member

    The boss who bossed me around
    ========================
    Oh, sometime boss, mr McSantaClaus
    You asked me to to do something today
    You came over asking for hardware to make your life less loss-less
    And I had to spag around for about 10 minutes to get it out for you, eh?

    He should know by know that I don't like being bossed around
    I like being given options from which I can pick
    Reverse pyschology solutions abound
    But for me it does just the trick

    Like a candle in the wind
     
  15. Elmer Fudd

    Elmer Fudd Miserable Old Bar Steward

    Musical Poetry

    When you were here before
    Couldn't look you in the eye
    You're just like an angel
    Your skin makes me cry
    You float like a feather
    In a beautiful world
    I wish I was special
    You're so ****ing special

    But I'm a creep
    I'm a weirdo
    What the hell am I doing here?
    I don't belong here

    I don't care if it hurts
    I want to have control
    I want a perfect body
    I want a perfect soul
    I want you to notice when I'm not around
    You're so ****ing special
    I wish I was special

    But I'm a creep
    I'm a weirdo
    What the hell I'm doing here?
    I don't belong here

    She's running out again
    She's running out
    She runs runs runs rrruunnnnssss...

    Whatever makes you happy
    Whatever you want
    You're so ****ing special
    I wish I was special

    But I'm a creep
    I'm a weirdo
    What the hell am I doing here?
    I don't belong here
    I don't belong here..