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    Friday Poetry Corner (slight return)

    Welcome back my friends to the show that never ends.


    As Mr Best struggles with his last breath, we should reflect that Death comes to us all ... but should we accept it gently ?


    Dylan Thomas suggests not ...



    Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night


    Do not go gentle into that good night
    Old age should burn and rave at close of day
    Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

    Though wise men at their end know dark is right
    Because their words had forked no lightning they
    Do not go gentle into that good night.

    Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
    Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay
    Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

    Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight
    And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way
    Do not go gentle into that good night.

    Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
    Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay
    Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

    And you, my father, there on that sad height
    Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray
    Do not go gentle into that good night.
    Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

    Dylan Thomas
    Last edited by AlfredJPruffock; 25 November 2005, 12:11.

    #2
    I for one would not lie down and die - go for it kick and screem then die....that is for I
    SA says;
    Well you looked so stylish I thought you batted for the other camp - thats like the ultimate compliment!

    I couldn't imagine you ever having a hair out of place!

    n5gooner is awarded +5 Xeno Geek Points.
    (whatever these are)

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      #3
      hello Mr AJP. Here is a poem for the Pruffock Tobacco Industries Ltd.

      How Hard Is It?


      How hard is it to in a bikini Mt Everest climb?
      It's not as hard as quitting smoking
      How hard is it to find a word that with orange does rhyme?
      It's not as hard as quitting smoking

      How hard is it to fly freely like a bird cross the sky
      It's not as hard as quitting smoking
      How hard is it to never, ever die
      It's not as hard as quitting smoking

      How hard is it to swim up Niagara Falls
      It's not as hard as quitting smoking
      How hard is it to juggle ten thousand balls
      It's not as hard as quitting smoking

      How hard is it to read every book that's been written
      It's not as hard as quitting smoking
      How hard is it to give birth to a kitten
      It's not as hard as quitting smoking

      How hard is it to eat a rhino for tea
      It's not as hard as quitting smoking
      How easy is it to take a walk by the sea?
      It's as easy as quitting smoking

      (Sydney, Australia - 2004)

      Alessandra Liverani
      I've seen much of the rest of the world. It is brutal and cruel and dark, Rome is the light.

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        #4
        Originally posted by n5gooner
        I for one would not lie down and die - go for it kick and screem then die....that is for I
        Aye N5

        And heres one for us ...


        Every year is the same
        And I feel it again,
        I'm a loser - no chance to win.
        Leaves start falling,
        Come down is calling,
        Loneliness starts sinking in.

        But I'm one.
        I am one.
        And I can see
        That this is me,
        And I will be,
        You'll all see
        I'm the one.

        I got a Gibson
        Without a case
        But I can't get that even tanned look on my face.
        Ill fitting clothes
        I blend in the crowd,
        Fingers so clumsy
        Voice too loud.

        But I'm one.

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          #5
          Originally posted by Francko
          hello Mr AJP. Here is a poem for the Pruffock Tobacco Industries Ltd.

          How Hard Is It?


          How hard is it to in a bikini Mt Everest climb?
          It's not as hard as quitting smoking
          How hard is it to find a word that with orange does rhyme?
          It's not as hard as quitting smoking

          How hard is it to fly freely like a bird cross the sky
          It's not as hard as quitting smoking
          How hard is it to never, ever die
          It's not as hard as quitting smoking

          How hard is it to swim up Niagara Falls
          It's not as hard as quitting smoking
          How hard is it to juggle ten thousand balls
          It's not as hard as quitting smoking

          How hard is it to read every book that's been written
          It's not as hard as quitting smoking
          How hard is it to give birth to a kitten
          It's not as hard as quitting smoking

          How hard is it to eat a rhino for tea
          It's not as hard as quitting smoking
          How easy is it to take a walk by the sea?
          It's as easy as quitting smoking

          (Sydney, Australia - 2004)

          Alessandra Liverani


          Jings Franko


          I didnt expect that kind of socialist propaganda from your good self, you know Ive got a tobacco empire to run !!!!

          Good contribution, BTW I was going to fly to Milan this weekend but cancelled due to the industrial action, yep Italy is on strike again.

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            #6
            Originally posted by AlfredJPruffock
            Aye N5

            And heres one for us ...


            Every year is the same
            And I feel it again,
            I'm a loser - no chance to win.
            Leaves start falling,
            Come down is calling,
            Loneliness starts sinking in.

            But I'm one.
            I am one.
            And I can see
            That this is me,
            And I will be,
            You'll all see
            I'm the one.

            I got a Gibson
            Without a case
            But I can't get that even tanned look on my face.
            Ill fitting clothes
            I blend in the crowd,
            Fingers so clumsy
            Voice too loud.

            But I'm one.
            such a pure lyrical song.... thanks Alf - I can hear it now playing through my head....I now know what I'll have on the CD player on the way home.....
            SA says;
            Well you looked so stylish I thought you batted for the other camp - thats like the ultimate compliment!

            I couldn't imagine you ever having a hair out of place!

            n5gooner is awarded +5 Xeno Geek Points.
            (whatever these are)

            Comment

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