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Post by Deleted on Oct 10, 2009 7:51:09 GMT 1
Well, it seems yir bard was absentium on this day (but ah hud ma reasons) ;D If yees scroll doon tae Poets Corner you will find I have put that to rights and I am still aff ma heid. ;D ;D
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Post by Deleted on Oct 10, 2009 8:46:25 GMT 1
Obama The Builder
What can I do This you can do How can I do it You can but do it Why ?
To do it when you can Proves you can do it If I can do it Why prove I can do it Why
Why not.
No copyright applied for !
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Post by Waverley on Oct 10, 2009 8:54:20 GMT 1
Aye well BlueRon I don't think you have anything to worry about in so far your sobriquet as being the Poet Laurette and Bard of the Glesga Keelies is concerned. ;D ;D ;D ;D
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Post by Deleted on Oct 10, 2009 8:56:46 GMT 1
That is why I have not applied for copyright Chas. It is untitled as I could not think of as suitable name. Thought of KEECH but thought a tad understated,! Suggestions welcome . Apply within.
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Post by patrick on Oct 10, 2009 10:53:03 GMT 1
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Post by Deleted on Oct 10, 2009 11:48:18 GMT 1
Inspired Patrick. See Title
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Post by patrick on Oct 10, 2009 20:58:38 GMT 1
peace andy peace
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Post by Deleted on Oct 10, 2009 21:03:13 GMT 1
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Post by Deleted on Oct 10, 2009 22:30:55 GMT 1
Obama The Builder What can I do This you can do How can I do it You can but do it Why ? To do it when you can Proves you can do it If I can do it Why prove I can do it Why Why not. No copyright applied for ! Andymo, you have shown your mettle in this astounding display of talent. In ma opinion, you're right up there wi wan o Scotland's most famous poets. Mover ower McGonagall. ;D
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Post by Deleted on Oct 10, 2009 23:44:36 GMT 1
I have always had the highest regard for you BD and in consequence hold you in the utmost esteem. You have giants walking on your shoulders McGonnigle ?. I retire with a tear .
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Post by Deleted on Oct 11, 2009 13:29:55 GMT 1
A tear of joy, ah hope, Andymo. Jist think of the status bein the best of the worst confers oan ye. A plaque oan the wall of Moffat House- "Rutherglen's Best - And Scotland's Worst - Poet was born here. . .. " ;D
Seriously, Andy, ah used tae dae the word processing fur a wee literary magazine, an ah've seen stuff that wis even merr incomprehensible than yours. ;D
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Post by Deleted on Oct 11, 2009 14:01:38 GMT 1
It was clear as day when I wrote it ,shades of Sarte I thought
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2009 13:04:55 GMT 1
It was clear as day when I wrote it ,shades of Sarte I thought Touch of anagrammatical " Satire" there Andymo? ;D ;D ;D ;D
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2009 13:46:10 GMT 1
Very droll Ron very droll Ron Very Ron Ron droll Ron
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2009 16:34:59 GMT 1
Was in Library today and there were free Postcards , each with a Poem to celebrate National Poetry Day in Scotland.
Liked these two--Diverse.
London Scottish (1914)
April, the last full fixture of spring: Feet, Scottish , feet-they rucked the fear of God Into Blackheath. Their club was everything: And of the four sides playing that afternoon, The stars , but also those from the back pitches. All sixty volunteered for the touring squad, And swapped their Richmond turf for Belgian ditches. October: mad for a fight, they broke too soon On Ypres Salient, rushing the ridge between Wits.hit and Messines. Three quarters died.
Of that ill- balanced and fatigued fifteen The ass selectors favoured to survive, Just one, Brodie the prop., resumed his post. The others sometimes drank to " The Forty-Five": Neither a humorous nor an idle toast.
Mick Imlah.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2009 16:46:26 GMT 1
George Square
My seventy-seven-year old father put his reading glasses on to help my mother do the buttons on the back of her dress " What a pair the two of us are ! " my mother said , " Me with my sore wrist, you with your bad eyes, your soft thumbs ! "
And off they went , my two parents to march against the war in Iraq, him with his plastic hips, her with her arthritis, to congregate at George Square where the banners waved, at each other like old friends, flapping. where they'd met for so many marches over their years,
for peace on earth, for pity's sake , for peace, for peace.
Jackie Kay.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2009 16:49:47 GMT 1
Anyone want the Post Cards let me know.
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Post by daisy on Oct 13, 2009 18:30:09 GMT 1
I like this poem
Granny Through every nook and every cranny The wind blew in on poor old Granny Around her knees, into each ear (And up nose as well, I fear)
All through the night the wind grew worse It nearly made the vicar curse The top had fallen off the steeple Just missing him (and other people)
It blew on man, it blew on beast It blew on nun, it blew on priest It blew the wig off Auntie Fanny- But most of all, it blew on Granny! by Spike Milligan
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Post by daisy on Oct 13, 2009 18:32:59 GMT 1
another one of spikes
Porridge Why is there no monument To Porridge in our land? It it's good enough to eat, It's good enough to stand!
On a plinth in London A statue we should see Of Porridge made in Scotland Signed, "Oatmeal, O.B.E." (By a young dog of three)
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2009 19:33:20 GMT 1
That sorta stuff isnae poetry tae me, Andymo - it's jist pretentious prose. Ah'm a firm adherent tae the Di dum di dum di dum school o poetry.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2009 19:40:57 GMT 1
Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee. Poetry sheer Poetry.
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Post by daisy on Oct 13, 2009 19:54:18 GMT 1
tweedle dum and tweedle dee sat on a wee park bench said tweedle dum to tweedle dee I smell an awfull stench. tweedle dee went quite red and didn't know what to do as tweedle dum had quickly sussed the tweedle dee had did a poo. I just sat here and made that up lol
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2009 20:01:49 GMT 1
Ah wid never hiv guessed, Daisy - ah thought it wis wan o Rabbie's. ;D
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Post by daisy on Oct 13, 2009 20:03:13 GMT 1
I knew people would think it was kind of proffessional so I thought I would just own up to writing it myself ,would hate for anyone else to get the credit for it..lol
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Post by daisy on Oct 13, 2009 20:05:16 GMT 1
Billydan is quite a man but his feet they fairly stink if billydan was my ain man I would steep him in the sink
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2009 20:09:40 GMT 1
Ah'll hiv you know, As tootsies go, Ma feet ur sweet as sugar. Ma size eleven Smells jist like Heaven - Ya cheeky liitle booger. ;D
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Post by daisy on Oct 13, 2009 20:24:18 GMT 1
Billydan has tootsies as big as tollcross park he paints his nails in luminious pink so he can see them in the dark
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Post by Deleted on Oct 14, 2009 0:11:10 GMT 1
Ah'm giein ye fair warnin Ah'll make it short and terse Stop makin fun o ma poor feet Or ye'll get wan in the erse. ;D
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Post by patrick on Oct 14, 2009 9:42:06 GMT 1
well done b.d.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2009 15:38:55 GMT 1
;D ;D ;D ;D
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