Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night .

[Padders]

1 minute ago, cressida said:

Well,  not being too vain,  we really don't see much of ourselves 

I feel sorry for people who have to look at me...

I'm just thankful that I'm on the inside of my face.

[cressida]

5 minutes ago, Padders said:

I feel sorry for people who have to look at me...

I'm just thankful that I'm on the inside of my face.

I've told you before you are better looking than that Swash guy (squeaky)  btw  is Hackey really handsome?

 

(gosh I'm so shallow)

Edited November 17, 2022 by cressida

[Padders]

15 minutes ago, cressida said:

I've told you before you are better looking than that Swash guy (squeaky)  btw  is Hackey really handsome?

 

(gosh I'm so shallow)

Hackey is a proper Lady-Killer.

[cressida]

8 minutes ago, Padders said:

Hackey is a proper Lady-Killer.

Really,🙂  no wonder you won't let him in Padder's Bar

Edited November 17, 2022 by cressida

[hackey lad]

29 minutes ago, Padders said:

Hackey is a proper Lady-Killer.

Correctamundo   

23 minutes ago, cressida said:

Really,🙂  no wonder you won't let him in Padder's Bar

You got it girl  😍

[cuttsie]

I used to meet Ann in  Nells bar 

[cressida]

On 16/11/2022 at 12:10, cressida said:

So many lovely,  poignant,  and sad words but without them we wouldn't have some of our great poets.

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on that sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

[Jim117]

When I was at school the kids who were good at English were moved up to the English Lit class, myself included. First topic up was the First World War poets, a subject so dreary that we dropped like flies back into the regular English class. Such a gross mismanagement of teaching killed my interest in poetry for life!

[cressida]

I believe Wilfred Owen and Rupert Brooke were very well regarded.

[harvey19]

"TOMMY" a poem by Rudyard Kipling describes the public's view of soldiers in peace time and wartime.

An excellent description of the changes in the publics perception of soldiers.