The Poetry

[IDMark2]

I thought I'd post this link for you,
It's National Poetry Day, you see,
So if you like rhymes, in verse and things,
Go there, you won't find it here.

 

[vernon]

Emily Matliss' Calves inspired some CC penned poetry last year.

Emily's calves
Emily's calves
They certainly don't do things by halves

To you, my voting habits I'm sending
Oh Emily! Give me a happy ending!

Emily's legs
Oh! Emily's legs!
They really attract, and repel me, like pegs

Which can be wooden, and therefore nice
And made by gypsies.
Which alienates the UKIP voters.

Emileeeee
Emileeeee
I fancy theeeee
But your kneeeeeee
Is too pointeeeeeeee

Emily Emily
Showing your knee
You've inflated @Fnaar
But do nothing for me

Emily Emily
You're on the news
You're no competition
For for Melissa, my muse

Emily! No!
Emily! No!
A prime example of Morton's Toe!
I've transferred my allegiances to Melissa Thoreau!
So there you go!

Emily your unique toes are so endearing
I can't seem to stop myself from peering

And wondering if or shared skeletal abnormalities
Mean we can get it on, having dispensed with the niceties

Emily Emily your legs are devine,
I hope you feel the same about mine,
If you do then stop the dangle,
And let's put ours together in a tangle.

 

[IDMark2]

I though there'd be
some appreciative takers
amongst the cyclists
who just aren't bakers

Typically Fnaar
fancied Emily from afar
but got a bit fickle
when she didn't tickle

So it was Melissa
and I think, did I see,
You vernon too
fancy the silly moo?

 

[vernon]

Melisa Thaureau a silly moo?
Her interest in me I'd not eschew!
The chances of romance are one in billions
I've a better chance of winning Euro millions.

 

[biggs682]

A wise old owl sat in an oak

The more he saw the less he spoke

The less he spoke the more he heard

 

[IDMark2]

Melisa Thaureau a silly moo?
Her interest in me I'd not eschew!
The chances of romance are one in billions
I've a better chance of winning Euro millions.

If that's you in the avatar,
It's not even that,
With your scruffy long beard,
And a pirate hat

 

[Slioch]

She stood on the bridge at midnight
Her lips were all a'quiver
She gave a cough
Her leg fell off
And floated down the river

 

[User169]

Of all my mates,
Tony was the pick of ’em.
He knew loads
About Tanita Tikaram.
Like that she was
From Basingstoke.

Tony. Amazing bloke.

By Brian Bilston

 

[Slioch]

Tanita Tikaram

Mmmmmmmmm.

 

[Nigel-YZ1]

An anti-graffiti sign seen in a toilet at ICI Imagedata near Ipswich:

He who writes upon this wall,
is the lowest of them all,
for as he writes and shows his wit,
he only shines where others shoot.

(Last word probably won't make the filters).

 

[vernon]

Another piece of toilet poetry:

It's no use standing on the seat
The crabs in here can jump six feet
If you think that's rather high
Go next door - the bastards fly

 

[jonny jeez]

I posted this self penned one a year or so ago..


"Dawn Cracking, Sun peeping
Shadows stretching, Birds Singing
Breath steaming, shed creaking

……..Road calling

Legs aching, mind yawning
Eyes blurring, fingers shaking
Gears crunching, feet heaving

…….Bike rolling

Chill biting, breath stinging
Head lifting, shifters shifting
Body leaning, Lungs filling

…….Ride starting

Cars rushing, eyes darting
Legs pushing, hands gripping
Muscles warming, pedals flowing

…….Tyres humming

Pace smoothing, body working
Clicking coming, scalp looming
Muscles pumping, lungs bursting

……scalp dissolving

Pedals spinning, crank turning
Miles falling, Miles Falling
Miles falling, lights changing

……rest rewarding

Amber flashing, Pedals fighting
Wheel lifting, Speed coming
Wind rushing, Bike flying

……end awaiting

Brakes squeezing, cabbie shouting
Gestures flying, horns beeping
Teeth gritting, cheek turning

……end approaching

Neck loosening, nerves settling
Thighs burning, arms aching
eyes watering, nearly stopping

….nearly stopping….nearly stopping



…Stopping

…Stop


Breath...breathing

Rest.

Clock stopping, numbers crunching
Mind whirring, speed calc’ing
Time dividing, miles multiplying


….grin stretching."

 

[Over The Hill]

Simon and Garfunkel - America.
All heard it and it sounds fine. But look at the lyrics and not a rhyme in sight and it really does not even scan or have a set structure.

Let us be lovers we'll marry our fortunes together
I've got some real estate here in my bag
So we bought a pack of cigarettes and Mrs. Wagner's pies
And we walked off to look for America
Cathy I said as we boarded a Greyhound in Pittsburgh
Michigan seems like a dream to me now
It took me four days to hitchhike from Saginaw
I've gone to look for America
Laughing on the bus playing games with the faces
She said the man in the gabardine suit was a spy
I said be careful his bowtie is really a camera
Toss me a cigaret I think there's one in the raincoat
We smoked the last one an hour ago
So I looked at the scenary she read her magazine
And the moon rose over an open field
Cathy I'm lost I said though I knew she was sleeping
I'm empty and aching and I don't know why
Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike
They've all come to look for America
All come to look for America

 

[IDMark2]

All heard it and it sounds fine. But look at the lyrics and not a rhyme in sight and it really does not even scan or have a set structure.

I see what you're saying,
Not a rhyme in sight,
I may reconsider then,
The rubbish I write

That's the trouble with Lit,
and grammar and art
you can think it's quite good
but the rules blow it apart

 

[vernon]

If that's you in the avatar,
It's not even that,
With your scruffy long beard,
And a pirate hat

It is not me
It is my double
Calling him scruffy?
You're in trouble.