Originally posted by Grampy BobbyThis is a lovelly poem Gramps. I really enjoyed reading it. Your poems say more about you then you realise I think!
One last one, Shav, (with an appropriately intricate rhyming scheme)
and strictly for the lovers and dreamers... past, present and future.
What If We Married
What if we married the penninsula of my being
with the newfound continent of your hips.
We could explore the hinterlands together.
Deep canals might form to allow feeling
and kno ...[text shortened]... ate worlds would interlock and blend.
Allow me your geography. Mine encompasses you.
-gb
Originally posted by shavixmirHm, that's weird. I read that post, and it was uncharacteristically free of sex and bodily fluids, and I think also of swear words, although I couldn't swear (😛) it was. It sounded funny and completely harmless and inoffensive to me. Maybe someone from Mukwonago without a sense of humour alerted it...
HEY!
I posted a post here! What the hell happened to it. It was called: [b]Mukwonago, Wisconsin.
WHY THE HELL HAS THAT BEEN REMOVED???
EDIT:
GIVE ME A MOD. I WANT A MOD TO BEAT UP![/b]
BY THE TREE
(Beatitude in Memory of Barrie Byrnes)
Spent corduroy and cardigan fraility personified.
Obeyed higher law. Oblivious to the rule of thumb.
Buttered burnt raisin toast on the wrong side.
Preferred tepid tea to egg nog laced with rum.
Befriended a matriarchal professor and librarian.
Categorized the opposite gender as too complex.
Found ways to make do as a proud Australian.
Saved coins and string. Paid cash for his checks.
Played piano to the score of a portrait or painting.
Convinced himself Chagall's odd skies were right.
Acknowledged one supreme reason for even being,
Nursing cocoa in the wee hours of a wintry night.
In harness at the dogma factory of an early college
Amid unwashed philistine spirits, Kindred scarce.
Explored the outer oblique face from a piton ledge,
Without pretense or sling, in easy gale and fierce.
Giver by nature. Slightly embarrassed to receive.
A wastebasket and ream of plain white paper,
Gift he placed by the tree one Christmas Eve:
"Poet's Handbook" neatly curliqued on the wrapper.
Adored the Greek of Aristophanes and Socrates.
To some struck the image of the fool or freak.
Departed quietly down under in his mid-thirties.
Moist earth beneath Brisbane, inherit the meek.
-gb
Bank Robbery
A man robs a bank and takes hostages.
He asks the first hostage, "Did you see me rob the bank?"
The hostage answers, "Yes."
The robber, promptly, shoots him in the head.
Then he asks the second hostage if he saw him rob the bank.
The hostage says, "No, but my wife did."
Make it a great day. -gb 😀
Originally posted by Grampy BobbyThey are all like that in Wales Bob, you cannot walk down the street without some bloody tenor singing in your face.
I'm quite sure you'll agree this phone salesman from Wales' music
is nothing short of extradordinary. Clip from "Britains Got Talent."
http://www.break.com/index/singer-amazes-crowd.html
-gb
😉
Originally posted by Grampy BobbyAs you can imagine Wales was a very different place then as it is today.
Tell me... does Dylan Thomas' "Child's Christmas in Wales" portray what
and how things were once or is it still somewhat the same today. -gb
The saturation of snow has been replaced by confused autumns and the only singing on Christmas night comes from the artificial friend of the family.
Many things still remain the same as Dylan Thomas beautifully describes the way life is perceived from a youngsters point of view, I am sure we can all relate to it in one way or another.
I am more of a "And death shall have no dominion" type of freak.
🙂
Originally posted by WoodgieThanks. As to type of freakhood, unashamed to report that yours truly goes both ways.
As you can imagine Wales was a very different place then as it is today.
The saturation of snow has been replaced by confused autumns and the only singing on Christmas night comes from the artificial friend of the family.
Many things still remain the same as Dylan Thomas beautifully describes the way life is perceived from a youngsters point of view, I ...[text shortened]... way or another.
I am more of a "And death shall have no dominion" type of freak.
🙂
P.S. Who might be "the artificial friend of the family?"
-Bobby 🙂