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Friday Poetry Corner

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    Friday Poetry Corner

    What are days for?

    Days are where we live.
    They come, they wake us

    Time and time over.
    They are to be happy in:

    Where can we live but days?

    Ah, solving that question
    Brings the priest and the doctor
    In their long coats

    Running over the fields.

    -- Philip Larkin

    #2
    Sat on the A14 staring at a traffic cone.
    Police and Ambulance gone past.
    Cone doesn't seem bothered.
    It probably sees this sort of thing all the time.

    Churchill.

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      #3
      Originally posted by Churchill View Post
      Sat on the A14 staring at a traffic cone.
      Police and Ambulance gone past.
      Cone doesn't seem bothered.
      It probably sees this sort of thing all the time.

      Churchill.
      He blew his mind out - in a car
      He didn't notice that the lights had changed

      A crowd of people - stood and stared
      They'd seen his face before -

      Somebody said that he was a poster on the C- U- K
      I'd Love to turn - you - on ......
      Last edited by AlfredJPruffock; 8 February 2008, 10:29.

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        #4
        Originally posted by AlfredJPruffock View Post
        He blew his mind out - in a car
        He didn't notice that the lights had changed

        A crowd of people - stood and stared
        They'd seen his face before -

        Somebody said that he was a poster on the C- U- K
        I'd Love to turn - you - on ......
        She blew his mind - out in a car...

        He didn't notice that the lights had changed

        A crowd of people - stood and stared
        They'd seen his face before -

        Somebody said that he was a poster on the C- U- K
        I'd Love to turn - you - on ......

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          #5
          The Children of the summer's end
          Gathered in the dampened grass


          We played Our songs and felt the London sky
          Resting on our hands

          It was God's land
          It was ragged and naive

          It was Heaven

          Touch, We touched the very soul
          Of holding each and every life

          He claimed the very source of joy ran through
          It didn't, but it seemed that way

          I kissed a lot of people that day


          The Sun Machine is Coming Down, and We're Gonna Have a Party
          The Sun Machine is Coming Down, and We're Gonna Have a Party
          The Sun Machine is Coming Down, and We're Gonna Have a Party
          The Sun Machine is Coming Down, and We're Gonna Have a Party
          The Sun Machine is Coming Down, and We're Gonna Have

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            #6
            Downe came grave auntient Sir John Crooke
            And redd his message in his booke.
            Fearie well, Quoth Sir William Morris, Soe:
            But Henry Ludlowes Tayle cry’d Noe.
            Up starts one fuller of devotion
            Then Eloquence; and said a very ill motion
            Not soe neither quoth Sir Henry Jenkin
            The Motion was good; but for the stincking
            Well quoth Sir Henry Poole it was a bold tricke
            To Fart in the nose of the bodie pollitique
            Brexit is having a wee in the middle of the room at a house party because nobody is talking to you, and then complaining about the smell.

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