anybody fancy a bit of poetry

[barryo]

Todays the first day of so many more
Positive thinking as I go through the door

Anything could happen,can't wait to see
If there's something special waiting for me

Perhaps today will be a day full of gladness
Not another shattering travesty of sadness

Way back things couldn't have been much crappier
From now on I know I will be so much happier

Life is too short to waste even one minute
Get out and take part in everything in it

Smile, have fun don't take things too serious
Hold back hesitation uncertainty and weariness

Ignore negativity put downs and teases
Do whatever you want, do whatever that pleases

Dont let anyone tell you what you should do
They dont know anything, they're not you

 

[bumbleblue]

Dreams


Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.

Langston Hughes

Been reading threat by Tolmies hairdo and thought of this thinking of current potential transfers etc.

 

[without a dream]

Half-Caste by John Agard

Excuse me
standing on one leg
I'm half-caste

Explain yuself
wha yu mean
when yu say half-caste
yu mean when picasso
mix red an green
is a half-caste canvas/
explain yuself
wha yu mean
when yu say half-caste
yu mean when light an shadow
mix in de sky
is a half-caste weather/
well in dat case
england weather
nearly always half-caste
in fact some o dem cloud
half-caste till dem overcast
so spiteful dem dont want de sun pass
ah rass/
explain yuself
wha yu mean
when yu say half-caste
yu mean tchaikovsky
sit down at dah piano
an mix a black key
wid a white key
is a half-caste symphony/

Explain yuself
wha yu mean
Ah listening to yu wid de keen
half of mih ear
Ah lookin at yu wid de keen
half of mih eye
and when I'm introduced to yu
I'm sure you'll understand
why I offer yu half-a-hand
an when I sleep at night
I close half-a-eye
consequently when I dream
I dream half-a-dream
an when moon begin to glow
I half-caste human being
cast half-a-shadow
but yu must come back tomorrow
wid de whole of yu eye
an de whole of yu ear
an de whole of yu mind

an I will tell yu
de other half
of my story

 

[kronkonite]

that "mate" poem is great Toby









FERLINGHETTI


And now our government
a bird with two right wings
flies on from zone to zone
while we go on having our little fun & games
at each election
as if it really mattered who the pilot is
of Air Force One
(They're interchangeable, stupid!)
While this bird with two right wings
flies right on with its corporate flight crew
And this year its the Great Movie Cowboy in the cockpit
And next year its the great Bush pilot
And now its the Chameleon Kid
and he keeps changing the logo on his captains cap
and now its a donkey and now an elephant
and now some kind of donkephant
And now we recognize two of the crew
who took out a contract on America
and one is a certain gringo wretch
who's busy monkeywrenching
crucial parts of the engine
and its life-support systems
and they got a big fat hose
to siphon off the fuel to privatized tanks
And all the while we just sit there
in the passenger seats
without parachutes
listening to all the news that's fit to air
over the one-way PA system
about how the contract on America
is really good for us etcetera
As all the while the plane lumbers on
into its postmodern
manifest destiny

 

[mammutly]

Roses can be red
Violets blue
That's what they say
I saw a squirrel yesterday
at play
It was auburn, not just grey.
Colour changes
It's been said
that squirrel did,
when I shot it in the 'ead.

 

[mackenzie]

Roses can be red
Violets blue
That's what they say
I saw a squirrel yesterday
at play
It was auburn, not just grey.
Colour changes
It's been said
that squirrel did,
when I shot it in the 'ead.

That is inspired mammulty.

I have a little effort of my own

(flexes fingers)

Owen is crap
So is RSC
But we give not a toss
Cos we are goin to Wemberley.

 

[kp789]

Ive got some poetry


My father said to me one day "is it red or blue for you?"
and if it's red you're out the door and I won't see you no more
and then one Saturday afternoon he took me to Moss Side
He said "my son your time has come and this is a lesson in pride"
You see the scum you never run
You stand and fight your ground
and when you've won on derby day
You're sure to hear this sound
Hark now hear
The City sing
United ran away
And we will fight for ever more
Because of Derby day

 

[mammutly]

Roses can be red
Violets blue
That's what they say
I saw a squirrel yesterday
at play
It was auburn, not just grey.
Colour changes
It's been said
that squirrel did,
when I shot it in the 'ead.

That is inspired mammulty.

I have a little effort of my own

(flexes fingers)

Owen is crap
So is RSC
But we give not a toss
Cos we are goin to Wemberley.

That's very..... errrrr... modern

How about altering the style for an inherent paradox effect?

Owen, he be crap
as doth seemth RSC
Alas, we giveth not of the toss
For Hark!
we will travelth yet to Wemberlee!


just a thought.

;-)

 

[Bluebird1]

There’s nothing the matter with me
I’m as healthy as can be
I have arthritis in both my knees
And when I talk, I talk with a wheeze
Sleep is denied me night after night
But every morning I find I’m alright
My memory is failing, my head’s in a spin
But I’m awfully well for the shape I’m in

How do I know my youth is all spent?
Well, my “get up and go” has got up and went
But I really don’t mind when I think with a grin
Of all the grand places my “get up” has bin

“Old age is golden” I’ve heard it said
But sometimes I wonder as I get into bed
With my ears in the drawer, my teeth in a cup
My eyes on the table until I wake up
‘Ere sleep overtakes me, I say to myself
“Is there something else I could lay on the shelf?”

When I was young my slippers were red
I could kick my heels over my head
When I was older my slippers were blue
But I could still dance
The whole night through
Now I am old my slippers are black
I walk to the store
And puff my way back

I get up each morning and dust off my wits
And pick up the paper and read the “Obits”
If my name is still missing I know I’m not dead
So I have a good breakfast – and face what’s ahead

 

[mackenzie]

Roses can be red
Violets blue
That's what they say
I saw a squirrel yesterday
at play
It was auburn, not just grey.
Colour changes
It's been said
that squirrel did,
when I shot it in the 'ead.

That is inspired mammulty.

I have a little effort of my own

(flexes fingers)

Owen is crap
So is RSC
But we give not a toss
Cos we are goin to Wemberley.

That's very..... errrrr... modern

How about altering the style for an inherent paradox effect?

Owen, he be crap
as doth seemth RSC
Alas, we giveth not of the toss
For Hark!
we will travelth yet to Wemberlee!


just a thought.

;-)

Inspired yet again!

What about thiseth?

Hugheseth may not be with us
To see another Midsummers day
But in all hearts we mindeth
That this does not have to be the way

We toil and trouble relentlessly
And tear our locks out on the way
But In God we trusteth to tell us
That CITY have won the day!!

(The Prem didn't fit into the last line)