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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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National Poetry Day, by Dr Plip on Oct 4, 2012 23:43:07 GMT 1, Hair Today, No Her Tomorrow
‘I've been upstairs', she said.
‘Oh yes?’ I said.
‘I found a hair,’ she said.
‘A hair?’ I said.
‘In the bed,’ she said.
‘From a head?’ I said.
‘It’s not mine,’ she said.
‘Was it black?’ I said.
‘It was,’ she said.
‘I’ll explain,’ I said.
‘You swine,’ she said.
‘Not quite,’ I said.
‘I’m going,’ she said.
‘Please don’t,’ I said.
‘I hate you!’ she said.
‘You do?’ I said.
‘Of course!’ she said.
‘But why?’ I said.
‘That black hair,’ she said.
‘A pity,’ I said.
‘Time for truth,’ she said.
‘For confessions?’ I said.
‘Me too,’ she said.
‘You what?’ I said.
‘Someone else,’ she said.
‘Oh dear,’ I said.
‘So there!’ she said.
‘Ah well,’ I said.
‘Guess who?’ she said.
‘Don’t say,’ I said.
‘I will,’ she said.
‘You would,’ I said.
‘Your friend,’ she said.
‘Oh damn,’ I said.
‘And his friend,’ she said.
‘Him too?’ I said.
‘And the rest,’ she said.
‘Good God!’ I said.
‘What’s that?’ she said.
‘What’s what?’ I said.
‘That noise?’ she said.
‘Upstairs?’ I said.
‘Yes,’ she said.
‘The new cat,’ I said.
‘A cat?’ she said.
‘It’s black,’ I said.
‘Black?’ she said.
‘Long-haired,’ I said.
‘Oh no,’ she said.
‘Oh yes,’ I said.
‘Oh sh_t!’ she said.
‘Goodbye,’ I said.
‘I lied,’ she said.
‘You lied?’ I said.
‘Of course,’ she said.
‘About my friend?’ I said.
‘Y-ess,’ she said.
‘And the others?’ I said.
‘Ugh,’ she said.
‘How odd,’ I said.
‘I’m forgiven?’ she said.
‘Of course,’ I said.
‘I’ll stay?’ she said.
‘Please don’t,’ I said.
‘But why?’ she said.
‘I lied,’ I said.
‘About what?’ she said.
‘The new cat,’ I said.
‘It’s white,’ I said.
(Brian Patten)
Hair Today, No Her Tomorrow
‘I've been upstairs', she said.
‘Oh yes?’ I said.
‘I found a hair,’ she said.
‘A hair?’ I said.
‘In the bed,’ she said.
‘From a head?’ I said.
‘It’s not mine,’ she said.
‘Was it black?’ I said.
‘It was,’ she said.
‘I’ll explain,’ I said.
‘You swine,’ she said.
‘Not quite,’ I said.
‘I’m going,’ she said.
‘Please don’t,’ I said.
‘I hate you!’ she said.
‘You do?’ I said.
‘Of course!’ she said.
‘But why?’ I said.
‘That black hair,’ she said.
‘A pity,’ I said.
‘Time for truth,’ she said.
‘For confessions?’ I said.
‘Me too,’ she said.
‘You what?’ I said.
‘Someone else,’ she said.
‘Oh dear,’ I said.
‘So there!’ she said.
‘Ah well,’ I said.
‘Guess who?’ she said.
‘Don’t say,’ I said.
‘I will,’ she said.
‘You would,’ I said.
‘Your friend,’ she said.
‘Oh damn,’ I said.
‘And his friend,’ she said.
‘Him too?’ I said.
‘And the rest,’ she said.
‘Good God!’ I said.
‘What’s that?’ she said.
‘What’s what?’ I said.
‘That noise?’ she said.
‘Upstairs?’ I said.
‘Yes,’ she said.
‘The new cat,’ I said.
‘A cat?’ she said.
‘It’s black,’ I said.
‘Black?’ she said.
‘Long-haired,’ I said.
‘Oh no,’ she said.
‘Oh yes,’ I said.
‘Oh sh_t!’ she said.
‘Goodbye,’ I said.
‘I lied,’ she said.
‘You lied?’ I said.
‘Of course,’ she said.
‘About my friend?’ I said.
‘Y-ess,’ she said.
‘And the others?’ I said.
‘Ugh,’ she said.
‘How odd,’ I said.
‘I’m forgiven?’ she said.
‘Of course,’ I said.
‘I’ll stay?’ she said.
‘Please don’t,’ I said.
‘But why?’ she said.
‘I lied,’ I said.
‘About what?’ she said.
‘The new cat,’ I said.
‘It’s white,’ 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 I’ve 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 I’ve 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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