saxon51 Posted March 5, 2004 Author Share Posted March 5, 2004 Come on chaps, don't like to moan But now it seems I'm on my own This poetry thread is rather thin To add a verse won't be a sin. A record here is what I'm after Never know, might get a BAFTA My typing digit's getting weak So please, your help I humbly seek. It's not for me I yearn this glory I want to build a FORUM story Little bits from ALL us fools As long as we stick to the rules. So please, I beg, on bended knee Contribute a verse or three No matter what your poetry's like Just type it here, won't take the Mike. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Phanerothyme Posted March 6, 2004 Share Posted March 6, 2004 but i tried it once, i'm out of stunts. verbally deflated, poetry abated. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Pauly Posted March 6, 2004 Share Posted March 6, 2004 I hear your cry for help 'ar chap But t'seems you have your verse on tap Ev'n tho I've just arisen from't pit I'll try to help you out a bit. While out last night my pal did spout, 'Ey Paul, don't get me wrong or owt. But lookin round at all these women There's few with whom I'd share mi linen'. Well clearly he's a picky sod, But then he's not just on his tod. We both like girls who dress up nice And keep their 'flesh' unadvertised. Division St was packed last night, In other towns there'd be a fight. But as is always t'case you see, Seems trouble stays away from me. We finished in a nice late gaff Good atmosphere and friendly staff Although it's name I can not pass, For that's DaBouncer's patch of grass. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
saxon51 Posted March 6, 2004 Author Share Posted March 6, 2004 The sun is high the air is sweet I'm in the garden, bum on seat Some birds are singing in the trees While on the flowers are flies and bees. My pond is cool and full of life A sure escape from daily strife I sit and watch my flowers grow What's this? a neighbour's stereo? So this is it, just like LAST year As soon as Summer days are here Out they come, the bloody deaf Sod everyone, don't give an 'F'. And so to strains of tuneless crap My day is ruined, can't even nap So in I go for peace and calm With windows open cos its warm. God, what's that smell? I think I know As particles through the window flow That's it, Christ, now my pressure's higher Some chuff's just lit a bloody fire! So windows closed, as hot as hell I try to get rid of the smell Roll on winter when these bores Seldom wander out of doors. So for my fresh air I must go Into the country, but "Oh no!" You'll never guess what I can see Those ignorant sods have followed me! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sam Miguel Posted March 6, 2004 Share Posted March 6, 2004 I've been to Heeley Retail Park To buy a shirt it looks quite dark From Matalan the garment came It's black as coal, looks quite insane. I'm going out see, later on a 40th birthday bash, rock on! At Darnall Libs the party's at The place is dire it's really tat. So Newky Brown then drink will I and eat the sausage rolls - pork pie And then come home we will by cab after drinking, eating mixed with gab. Then on the forum I will type with drunken fingers lots of hype and then no doubt I'll fall a-snooze after copious pints of North-East booze. The moral of this story is Working Men's Club's just aint the biz so stay at home on your PC The Sheffield Forum's the place to be! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
saxon51 Posted March 6, 2004 Author Share Posted March 6, 2004 Here he comes the ice cream man Pretty chimes, and little van Waiting, waiting. Will he stop? 99 with nuts on top. Moving closer all the time Louder, louder is his chime Soon be here, I just can't wait Standing by the garden gate. He isn't slowing, drives straight past So I follow, very fast Waving, shouting, running after Street is full of cruel laughter. Round the corner, up the hill Panting, waving, running still Ice cream man ignores my cries Tears are forming in my eyes. Very soon I see he's stopping Children queue like grown-ups shopping Take your time till I get there Cross the road with greatest care. Breathing now with lungs a-heaving In and out of folks I'm weaving Finally I'm in the queue "Boy in front, I'm after you." Shaking legs and knocking knees "Can I have a 99 please?" "Sorry lad you can't have nowt. He were't last, I've just run out." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
saxon51 Posted March 6, 2004 Author Share Posted March 6, 2004 So ice cream free and knackered out I kick and scream, and swear and shout The people stare, the air is blue I have my rights,.....I'm 52. I cast my mind back years ago When I was only 10 or so And life seemed oh so simple then A full toy box, a garden den. I had no worries, life was good No future plans for adulthood Getting lost my only fear.......... And the occasional clip around the ear! I'd wait for Santa in the gloom And wish he'd soon come to my room But by-and-by I'd fall asleep Then wake, "Look prezzies in a heap." The paper off, my room a mess What's from whom? I'll have to guess "Mum, dad, wake its christmas day!" "Yes, thats nice son, now go away." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
saxon51 Posted March 6, 2004 Author Share Posted March 6, 2004 Now I've grown old, I've lost some hair My knees grow weak with every stair But life's been good, it could've been worse At least I've made it to the 101st verse!!!!!!!!!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Phanerothyme Posted March 7, 2004 Share Posted March 7, 2004 markham is this the end? been driven round the bend? this poem has smashed a ton are you gonna end the fun? or do we continue progress at your behest? spouting verse that's sometimes terse or verse that's purple, overwritten,tortured oversweet, like rotten apples an in orchard. bad verse that doesn't rhyme, or uses cliches all the time. so where do we go from here, save to the pub for a beer. the poem i mean - in which direction do we take at this poetic intersection? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
saxon51 Posted March 7, 2004 Author Share Posted March 7, 2004 No Phan old son, it doesn't end We'll carry on, we've set a trend This poem I'm sure goes on for ever With verses crap, un-rhym'd, or clever. Ideas are thin upon the ground I'm sure if we all look around We'll find some fuel, some inspiration Points that need no explanation. So off we go, another ton It could be tosh, it may be fun There is no limit to the time As long as verses NEARLY rhyme. I'm going now, my head it hurts My inspiration comes in spurts Later, though, a verse or two At least on here we don't argue. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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