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National Poetry Day, by Coach on Oct 4, 2012 23:15:27 GMT 1, National Poetry Day today. Enjoy.
Loss
The day he moved out was terrible - That evening she went through hell. His absence wasn't a problem But the corkscrew had gone as well.
(Wendy Cope)
Relaxing with Taxidermy
When their chihuahua got stuffed they were really chuffed, no need to feed her or walkies on a lead her no more poop to scoop and doesn't she look smashing on the mantle piece? She'll always look at the camera now. I don't know why we bothered having her alive at all.
(John Hegley)
National Poetry Day today. Enjoy.
Loss
The day he moved out was terrible - That evening she went through hell. His absence wasn't a problem But the corkscrew had gone as well.
(Wendy Cope)
Relaxing with Taxidermy
When their chihuahua got stuffed they were really chuffed, no need to feed her or walkies on a lead her no more poop to scoop and doesn't she look smashing on the mantle piece? She'll always look at the camera now. I don't know why we bothered having her alive at all.
(John Hegley)
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Dr Plip
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National Poetry Day, by Dr Plip on Oct 4, 2012 23:43:07 GMT 1, Hair Today, No Her Tomorrow
โI've been upstairs', she said. โOh yes?โ I said. โI found a hair,โ she said. โA hair?โ I said. โIn the bed,โ she said. โFrom a head?โ I said. โItโs not mine,โ she said. โWas it black?โ I said. โIt was,โ she said. โIโll explain,โ I said. โYou swine,โ she said. โNot quite,โ I said. โIโm going,โ she said. โPlease donโt,โ I said. โI hate you!โ she said. โYou do?โ I said. โOf course!โ she said. โBut why?โ I said. โThat black hair,โ she said. โA pity,โ I said.
โTime for truth,โ she said. โFor confessions?โ I said. โMe too,โ she said. โYou what?โ I said. โSomeone else,โ she said. โOh dear,โ I said. โSo there!โ she said. โAh well,โ I said. โGuess who?โ she said. โDonโt say,โ I said. โI will,โ she said. โYou would,โ I said. โYour friend,โ she said. โOh damn,โ I said. โAnd his friend,โ she said. โHim too?โ I said. โAnd the rest,โ she said. โGood God!โ I said.
โWhatโs that?โ she said. โWhatโs what?โ I said. โThat noise?โ she said. โUpstairs?โ I said. โYes,โ she said. โThe new cat,โ I said. โA cat?โ she said. โItโs black,โ I said. โBlack?โ she said. โLong-haired,โ I said. โOh no,โ she said. โOh yes,โ I said. โOh sh_t!โ she said. โGoodbye,โ I said.
โI lied,โ she said. โYou lied?โ I said. โOf course,โ she said. โAbout my friend?โ I said. โY-ess,โ she said. โAnd the others?โ I said. โUgh,โ she said. โHow odd,โ I said. โIโm forgiven?โ she said. โOf course,โ I said. โIโll stay?โ she said. โPlease donโt,โ I said. โBut why?โ she said. โI lied,โ I said. โAbout what?โ she said. โThe new cat,โ I said. โItโs white,โ I said.
(Brian Patten)
Hair Today, No Her Tomorrow
โI've been upstairs', she said. โOh yes?โ I said. โI found a hair,โ she said. โA hair?โ I said. โIn the bed,โ she said. โFrom a head?โ I said. โItโs not mine,โ she said. โWas it black?โ I said. โIt was,โ she said. โIโll explain,โ I said. โYou swine,โ she said. โNot quite,โ I said. โIโm going,โ she said. โPlease donโt,โ I said. โI hate you!โ she said. โYou do?โ I said. โOf course!โ she said. โBut why?โ I said. โThat black hair,โ she said. โA pity,โ I said.
โTime for truth,โ she said. โFor confessions?โ I said. โMe too,โ she said. โYou what?โ I said. โSomeone else,โ she said. โOh dear,โ I said. โSo there!โ she said. โAh well,โ I said. โGuess who?โ she said. โDonโt say,โ I said. โI will,โ she said. โYou would,โ I said. โYour friend,โ she said. โOh damn,โ I said. โAnd his friend,โ she said. โHim too?โ I said. โAnd the rest,โ she said. โGood God!โ I said.
โWhatโs that?โ she said. โWhatโs what?โ I said. โThat noise?โ she said. โUpstairs?โ I said. โYes,โ she said. โThe new cat,โ I said. โA cat?โ she said. โItโs black,โ I said. โBlack?โ she said. โLong-haired,โ I said. โOh no,โ she said. โOh yes,โ I said. โOh sh_t!โ she said. โGoodbye,โ I said.
โI lied,โ she said. โYou lied?โ I said. โOf course,โ she said. โAbout my friend?โ I said. โY-ess,โ she said. โAnd the others?โ I said. โUgh,โ she said. โHow odd,โ I said. โIโm forgiven?โ she said. โOf course,โ I said. โIโll stay?โ she said. โPlease donโt,โ I said. โBut why?โ she said. โI lied,โ I said. โAbout what?โ she said. โThe new cat,โ I said. โItโs white,โ I said.
(Brian Patten)
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National Poetry Day, by curiousgeorge on Oct 4, 2012 23:52:59 GMT 1, Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even to the dull and ignorant; they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter, for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time. Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as the grass. Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be. And whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace with your soul. With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.
Max Ehrmann
Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even to the dull and ignorant; they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter, for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time. Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as the grass. Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be. And whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace with your soul. With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.
Max Ehrmann
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National Poetry Day, by papilio on Oct 5, 2012 18:46:13 GMT 1, Fire and Ice
Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what Iโve tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice.
Robert Frost
Fire and Ice
Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what Iโve tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice.
Robert Frost
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National Poetry Day, by Deleted on Oct 5, 2012 19:08:45 GMT 1, Always make a point of going to see John Hegley when at the Edinburgh festival.
Only poem I know off-by-heart is by Roger McGough and is based on the front page headline 'Tory Govt:Unemployment Figures' in the Daily Express. It goes thus.....
Tory Government.....Unemployment? Figures.
Always make a point of going to see John Hegley when at the Edinburgh festival.
Only poem I know off-by-heart is by Roger McGough and is based on the front page headline 'Tory Govt:Unemployment Figures' in the Daily Express. It goes thus.....
Tory Government.....Unemployment? Figures.
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National Poetry Day, by Coach on Oct 5, 2012 21:17:08 GMT 1, Always make a point of going to see John Hegley when at the Edinburgh festival. Only poem I know off-by-heart is by Roger McGough and is based on the front page headline 'Tory Govt:Unemployment Figures' in the Daily Express. It goes thus..... Tory Government.....Unemployment? Figures.
About 20 years ago or so, I used to see John Hegley quite a bit in Highgate, with my then girlfriend. Always enjoyed listening to him.
Always make a point of going to see John Hegley when at the Edinburgh festival. Only poem I know off-by-heart is by Roger McGough and is based on the front page headline 'Tory Govt:Unemployment Figures' in the Daily Express. It goes thus..... Tory Government.....Unemployment? Figures. About 20 years ago or so, I used to see John Hegley quite a bit in Highgate, with my then girlfriend. Always enjoyed listening to him.
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National Poetry Day, by Coach on Oct 5, 2012 21:18:23 GMT 1, Roger McGough is something of a legend too!
Roger McGough is something of a legend too!
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National Poetry Day, by Coach on Oct 5, 2012 21:23:19 GMT 1, The iresistable John Cooper Clarke
t**t
The iresistable John Cooper Clarke
t**t
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National Poetry Day, by Deleted on Oct 5, 2012 21:33:00 GMT 1, that is great Coach! Thanks for posting that, never seen the guy before, will definately do some research on him ! interesting chap it is
that is great Coach! Thanks for posting that, never seen the guy before, will definately do some research on him ! interesting chap it is
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National Poetry Day, by Deleted on Oct 5, 2012 21:39:35 GMT 1, that is great Coach! Thanks for posting that, never seen the guy before, will definately do some research on him ! interesting chap it is
Evidently Chickentown
that is great Coach! Thanks for posting that, never seen the guy before, will definately do some research on him ! interesting chap it is Evidently Chickentown
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National Poetry Day, by Deleted on Oct 5, 2012 21:50:23 GMT 1, And lest we forget, Spike Milligan.
Said Hamlet to Ophelia, I'll draw a sketch of thee, What kind of pencil shall I use? 2B or not 2B?
And lest we forget, Spike Milligan.
Said Hamlet to Ophelia, I'll draw a sketch of thee, What kind of pencil shall I use? 2B or not 2B?
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National Poetry Day, by Coach on Oct 5, 2012 21:52:44 GMT 1, that is great Coach! Thanks for posting that, never seen the guy before, will definately do some research on him ! interesting chap it is Evidently Chickentown
His most famous piece, without a doubt. Changed to "bloody" chicken town when it was on the sopranos. Brilliant. Just brilliant.
that is great Coach! Thanks for posting that, never seen the guy before, will definately do some research on him ! interesting chap it is Evidently Chickentown His most famous piece, without a doubt. Changed to "bloody" chicken town when it was on the sopranos. Brilliant. Just brilliant.
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National Poetry Day, by Coach on Oct 5, 2012 21:54:31 GMT 1, And lest we forget, Spike Milligan. Said Hamlet to Ophelia, I'll draw a sketch of thee, What kind of pencil shall I use? 2B or not 2B?
Quality! I still laugh at what he insisted went on his tomb stone
"I told you I was Ill"
Or something to that effect.
And lest we forget, Spike Milligan. Said Hamlet to Ophelia, I'll draw a sketch of thee, What kind of pencil shall I use? 2B or not 2B? Quality! I still laugh at what he insisted went on his tomb stone "I told you I was Ill" Or something to that effect.
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National Poetry Day, by Coach on Oct 5, 2012 21:56:17 GMT 1, that is great Coach! Thanks for posting that, never seen the guy before, will definately do some research on him ! interesting chap it is
He's a legend! Saw him live in Manchester a few times back in the 80's. Fuckin hilarious.
that is great Coach! Thanks for posting that, never seen the guy before, will definately do some research on him ! interesting chap it is He's a legend! Saw him live in Manchester a few times back in the 80's. Fuckin hilarious.
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Dr Plip
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National Poetry Day, by Dr Plip on Oct 5, 2012 21:58:34 GMT 1, Ah, heck. Let's have some Billy Childish as well.
(Chatham Town Welcomes Desperate Men)
welcome the night whatchman the floor polisher the dole-que boy and the policeman in the rain
welcome the salesman who never sells the dentist who hates teeth the docker with out a dock and the robber of car hub-caps
welcome lovers who can not love lickers of bright green ice lollies motherless children and the smashers of car wing mirrors
welcome achne toothache kabab shop owners used-car salesmen and the buyers of second hand fridges
welcome the sailor from a far away land and try not to punch him on the nose welcome pimps prostitutes and a smiling dose of the clap welcome lager drinkers with tattooed fists and the bare nuckle fighters of kent ireland romany and beyond
welcome the uneducated and the lost welcome teachers to scared to teach welcome office workers wild 3 legged dogs and the smiling of hell
welcome cigarette smokers hash smokers pen pushers stolen car drivers welcome garage attendants shelf stackers shelf haters heroin users and girls in white calf length boots
welcome the men of middle management their bored housewives and alcoholic children in private schools
welcome till girls with love-bites
welcome gray skys and icy winds welcome magpies and crows welcome con-men and the conned and children with flick-knives
welcome men in envy town planners councilors of little faith and old ladies in faded blue coats
welcome estate agents bearing false gifts and dressed in fake pinstripe suits welcome the owners of lawns car showrooms and possible mortgages and bank managers that can no longer manage
welcome one eyed cats and panthers in the night welcome circus tricksters casual laborers and crawling curb crawlers
welcome liars cheats and fornicators welcome poets smiling thru their teeth welcome dead novelists and sunken battle-ships welcome men in blazers from napal
from the tax office of limehouse reach to the dole que of the brook chatham town welcomes desperate men it loves you all and honors you all
Ah, heck. Let's have some Billy Childish as well.
(Chatham Town Welcomes Desperate Men)
welcome the night whatchman the floor polisher the dole-que boy and the policeman in the rain
welcome the salesman who never sells the dentist who hates teeth the docker with out a dock and the robber of car hub-caps
welcome lovers who can not love lickers of bright green ice lollies motherless children and the smashers of car wing mirrors
welcome achne toothache kabab shop owners used-car salesmen and the buyers of second hand fridges
welcome the sailor from a far away land and try not to punch him on the nose welcome pimps prostitutes and a smiling dose of the clap welcome lager drinkers with tattooed fists and the bare nuckle fighters of kent ireland romany and beyond
welcome the uneducated and the lost welcome teachers to scared to teach welcome office workers wild 3 legged dogs and the smiling of hell
welcome cigarette smokers hash smokers pen pushers stolen car drivers welcome garage attendants shelf stackers shelf haters heroin users and girls in white calf length boots
welcome the men of middle management their bored housewives and alcoholic children in private schools
welcome till girls with love-bites
welcome gray skys and icy winds welcome magpies and crows welcome con-men and the conned and children with flick-knives
welcome men in envy town planners councilors of little faith and old ladies in faded blue coats
welcome estate agents bearing false gifts and dressed in fake pinstripe suits welcome the owners of lawns car showrooms and possible mortgages and bank managers that can no longer manage
welcome one eyed cats and panthers in the night welcome circus tricksters casual laborers and crawling curb crawlers
welcome liars cheats and fornicators welcome poets smiling thru their teeth welcome dead novelists and sunken battle-ships welcome men in blazers from napal
from the tax office of limehouse reach to the dole que of the brook chatham town welcomes desperate men it loves you all and honors you all
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National Poetry Day, by BorntoKiln on Oct 5, 2012 22:01:07 GMT 1, And lest we forget, Spike Milligan. Said Hamlet to Ophelia, I'll draw a sketch of thee, What kind of pencil shall I use? 2B or not 2B?
Genius!
And lest we forget, Spike Milligan. Said Hamlet to Ophelia, I'll draw a sketch of thee, What kind of pencil shall I use? 2B or not 2B? Genius!
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National Poetry Day, by BorntoKiln on Oct 5, 2012 22:04:03 GMT 1,
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National Poetry Day, by Trevorm on Oct 5, 2012 22:10:08 GMT 1, I must go down to the sea, again The lonely sea, and the sky I left my socks and vest down there, I wonder if they're dry?
Possibly more Spike Milligan
I must go down to the sea, again The lonely sea, and the sky I left my socks and vest down there, I wonder if they're dry?
Possibly more Spike Milligan
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National Poetry Day, by Coach on Oct 5, 2012 22:37:39 GMT 1, I thought this thread would be a non starter. Pleased that it isnt.
I have a few books by Fiona Pitt-Kethley
This is well read!
I thought this thread would be a non starter. Pleased that it isnt.
I have a few books by Fiona Pitt-Kethley
This is well read!
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National Poetry Day, by Coach on Oct 5, 2012 22:49:01 GMT 1, His most famous piece, without a doubt. Changed to "bloody" chicken town when it was on the sopranos. Brilliant. Just brilliant.
Just realised the version you posted was the sopranos one.
This is how it should be heard.
His most famous piece, without a doubt. Changed to "bloody" chicken town when it was on the sopranos. Brilliant. Just brilliant. Just realised the version you posted was the sopranos one. This is how it should be heard.
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