do any members read or write poetry ?
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read a bit when was younger ...plus went to a few poet cafes in London mainly for free drink :
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celticfc
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read a bit when was younger ...plus went to a few poet cafes in London mainly for free drink :
did u write any poetry ?
pabloescaban
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pabloescaban
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I've been going out with a girl,
her name is Julie
But last night she said to me,
when we were watching telly
She said listen John, I love you
But there's this bloke, I fancy
I don't want to two time you,
so it's the end for you and me
Who's this bloke I asked her
Goooooordon, she replied
Not that puff, I said dismayed
Yes but he's no puff she cried
I was so upset that I cried,
all the way to the chip shop
When I came out there was Gordon,
standing at the bus stop
And guess who was with him? Yeah, Julie, and they were both laughing at me
Oh, she is cruel and heartless
to pack me for Gordon
Just cos he's better looking than me
Just cos he's cool and trendy
But I know he's a moron, Gordon is a moron
Gordon is a moron, Gordon is a moron
Oh she's a slag and he's a creep
She's a tart, he's very cheap
She is a slut, he thinks he's tough
She is a bitch, he is a puff
Yeah yeah, it's not fair
Yeah yeah, it's not fair
her name is Julie
But last night she said to me,
when we were watching telly
She said listen John, I love you
But there's this bloke, I fancy
I don't want to two time you,
so it's the end for you and me
Who's this bloke I asked her
Goooooordon, she replied
Not that puff, I said dismayed
Yes but he's no puff she cried
I was so upset that I cried,
all the way to the chip shop
When I came out there was Gordon,
standing at the bus stop
And guess who was with him? Yeah, Julie, and they were both laughing at me
Oh, she is cruel and heartless
to pack me for Gordon
Just cos he's better looking than me
Just cos he's cool and trendy
But I know he's a moron, Gordon is a moron
Gordon is a moron, Gordon is a moron
Oh she's a slag and he's a creep
She's a tart, he's very cheap
She is a slut, he thinks he's tough
She is a bitch, he is a puff
Yeah yeah, it's not fair
Yeah yeah, it's not fair
pabloescaban
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There's a girl in 4C
with a wart on her knee
and a pimple upon her behind
I gave her 5p and she shown it to me
what would she do for a pound?
with a wart on her knee
and a pimple upon her behind
I gave her 5p and she shown it to me
what would she do for a pound?
Poetry in motion the words of love pleasure and devotion,
for this there is no potion .
and as i sail across the ocean ,
the strong winds take me away from all this commotion::.
and in my bag i carry my wrote down emotion ,
fading away because i didnt put the lid on my suntan lotion .:fuckyou:
never done it ever lol
for this there is no potion .
and as i sail across the ocean ,
the strong winds take me away from all this commotion:
:.and in my bag i carry my wrote down emotion ,
fading away because i didnt put the lid on my suntan lotion .:fuckyou:
never done it ever lol
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pabloescaban
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Pies are nice and so are mice
THE GERMAN GUNS..
Boom Boom Boom
Boom Boom Boom
Boom Boom Boom
copyright baldrick from blackadder
Boom Boom Boom
Boom Boom Boom
Boom Boom Boom
copyright baldrick from blackadder
pabloescaban
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My poems about pies and 'the girl in 4c' were (from memory) from a 'Goodies' annual circa 1981.
Also listed in the annual apart from top class poetry were 'good books to read sometime or maybe not at all':
The Tollpuddle Martys
The Hartlepuddle Martyrs
The Liverpuddle Martys
The Yeswehavenoto Martyrs
celticfc
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Arise
Arise like lions all mankind
You this glorious world designed
You whose sweat and Labour made
The harvest rich by plough and spade
You who build the towering blocks
The planes the trains the ships the docks
Arise like lions rise arise
And take your hard earned glorious prize
E.G.
Arise like lions all mankind
You this glorious world designed
You whose sweat and Labour made
The harvest rich by plough and spade
You who build the towering blocks
The planes the trains the ships the docks
Arise like lions rise arise
And take your hard earned glorious prize
E.G.
pabloescaban
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Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Chops"
because that was the name of his dog
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts
That was the year Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
with tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X's
and he had to ask his father what the X's meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it
Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Autumn"
because that was the name of the season
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of its new paint
And the kids told him
that Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed
when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed a lot
And his father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad
when he cried for him to do it.
Once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Innocence: A Question"
because that was the question about his girl
And that's what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A
and a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because he never showed her
That was the year that Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end
of the Apostle's Creed went
And he caught his sister
making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed
or even talked
And the girl around the corner
wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her
but he kissed her anyway
because that was the thing to do
And at three a.m. he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly
That's why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem
And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"
Because that's what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didn't think
he could reach the kitchen.
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Chops"
because that was the name of his dog
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts
That was the year Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
with tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X's
and he had to ask his father what the X's meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it
Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Autumn"
because that was the name of the season
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of its new paint
And the kids told him
that Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed
when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed a lot
And his father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad
when he cried for him to do it.
Once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Innocence: A Question"
because that was the question about his girl
And that's what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A
and a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because he never showed her
That was the year that Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end
of the Apostle's Creed went
And he caught his sister
making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed
or even talked
And the girl around the corner
wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her
but he kissed her anyway
because that was the thing to do
And at three a.m. he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly
That's why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem
And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"
Because that's what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didn't think
he could reach the kitchen.
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