Estranged forum member humbug has contacted me to let me know that Dun Laoighaire Rathdown County Council are running a poetry competition. The first prize is 5k - check dlrcoco.ie/library for more details. :http://www.thefreekick.com/board/public/style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/smile.gif
I know I’m going to enter anyway.
Why is humbug not on here anymore? I’ll be entering though Ball Ox looks favourite to clean up.
Humbug said it was once ‘full of gold’ but he became disillusioned. I think we’ve had a good upsurge of healthy debate lately though. He’s tempted to return but I won’t whore the site to anyone!
Poetry Corner…think I’ve heard that phrase before. Writers corner aswell…what ya reckon Bandage? Stand to the line?
Fanger is the man to win the 5k, I’m gonna track him down and get him to produce a classic piece of poetic magic.
new poem from Clive James who is dying
Japanese Maple
Your death, near now, is of an easy sort.
So slow a fading out brings no real pain.
Breath growing short
Is just uncomfortable.
You feel the drain
Of energy, but thought and sight remain:
Enhanced, in fact.
When did you ever see
So much sweet beauty as when fine rain falls
On that small tree
And saturates your brick back garden walls,
So many Amber Rooms and mirror halls?
Ever more lavish as the dusk descends
This glistening illuminates the air.
It never ends.
Whenever the rain comes it will be there,
Beyond my time, but now I take my share.
My daughter’s choice, the maple tree is new.
Come autumn and its leaves will turn to flame.
What I must do
Is live to see that.
That will end the game
For me, though life continues all the same:
Filling the double doors to bathe my eyes,
A final flood of colors will live on
As my mind dies,
Burned by my vision of a world that shone
So brightly at the last, and then was gone
[QUOTE=“TheUlteriorMotive, post: 1017645, member: 2272”]new poem from Clive James who is dying
Japanese Maple
Your death, near now, is of an easy sort.
So slow a fading out brings no real pain.
Breath growing short
Is just uncomfortable.
You feel the drain
Of energy, but thought and sight remain:
Enhanced, in fact.
When did you ever see
So much sweet beauty as when fine rain falls
On that small tree
And saturates your brick back garden walls,
So many Amber Rooms and mirror halls?
Ever more lavish as the dusk descends
This glistening illuminates the air.
It never ends.
Whenever the rain comes it will be there,
Beyond my time, but now I take my share.
My daughter’s choice, the maple tree is new.
Come autumn and its leaves will turn to flame.
What I must do
Is live to see that.
That will end the game
For me, though life continues all the same:
Filling the double doors to bathe my eyes,
A final flood of colors will live on
As my mind dies,
Burned by my vision of a world that shone
So brightly at the last, and then was gone[/QUOTE]
That’s splendid.
Superb. A lot more light than darkness
Cracking poem,we can all relate to that.
I’m shit at poems, but that one is nice.
It’s good because it rhymes.
Poetry is for faggots. I wouldn’t bother my hole reading poetry from anyone. Any of you gowls who derive some sort of deeper meanings and inspirational revelations from any kind of poet/poetry must be thickest plastic dopes going. As I said poetry is for faggots and hopeless cases.
Fucking poetry ha, it’s amazing what these fucking idiots(pseudo intellectuals) imagine what is relevant. Anybody who is voluntarily a lover even a reader of poetry is in my opinion seriously mentally retarded and in urgent need a a savage left hook. Idiots!
[QUOTE=“TreatyStones, post: 1017744, member: 1786”]It’s good because it rhymes.[/QUOTE]
Poetry is for faggots.
By Peter G
[I]I wouldn’t bother my hole reading poetry from anyone.
Any of you gowls
who derive some sort of
deeper meanings and inspirational revelations from any kind of poet/poetry
must be thickest plastic dopes going.
As I said poetry
is for faggots and hopeless cases.
Fucking poetry ha,
it’s amazing what these fucking idiots(pseudo intellectuals)
imagine what is relevant. Anybody who is
voluntarily a lover
even a reader of poetry
is in my opinion seriously mentally retarded and
in urgent need
a a savage left hook.
Idiots[/I]
Cleaned that up there for ya Pete.
[QUOTE=“Distended Red Anus, post: 1017766, member: 2648”]Poetry is for faggots.
By Peter G
[I]I wouldn’t bother my hole reading poetry from anyone.
Any of you gowls
who derive some sort of
deeper meanings and inspirational revelations from any kind of poet/poetry
must be thickest plastic dopes going.
As I said poetry
is for faggots and hopeless cases.
Fucking poetry ha,
it’s amazing what these fucking idiots(pseudo intellectuals)
imagine what is relevant. Anybody who is
voluntarily a lover
even a reader of poetry
is in my opinion seriously mentally retarded and
in urgent need
a a savage left hook.
Idiots[/I]
Cleaned that up there for ya Pete.[/QUOTE]
Very clever DA. Fifty pence winging its way to you. 
[QUOTE=“Peter G, post: 1017755, member: 1758”]Poetry is for faggots. I wouldn’t bother my hole reading poetry from anyone. Any of you gowls who derive some sort of deeper meanings and inspirational revelations from any kind of poet/poetry must be thickest plastic dopes going. As I said poetry is for faggots and hopeless cases.
Fucking poetry ha, it’s amazing what these fucking idiots(pseudo intellectuals) imagine what is relevant. Anybody who is voluntarily a lover even a reader of poetry is in my opinion seriously mentally retarded and in urgent need a a savage left hook. Idiots![/QUOTE]
Is that one of your own, pal? Could do with a bit more rhyming but great work all the same.
Coins (and foreign coins at that) don’t have wings. You’ve taken poetic licence there. Faggot.
Go suck your sisters balls you poetry reading steamer!
I don’t have a sister!
And girls don’t have balls!
The joke’s on you!
Naaah nah nah nyaaah nyaaah!
[QUOTE=“Sidney, post: 1017902, member: 183”]I don’t have a sister!
And girls don’t have balls!
The joke’s on you!
Naaah nah nah nyaaah nyaaah![/QUOTE]
There isn’t an emoticon suitable to convey my revulsion to the world. You’ve made me cringe for you.
You’ll be ok though it’s just one of those silly moments you’ve had again. Fucking idiot!
Peter g
Poor mans wummer
His rants suggest
He is a bummer
Steamers have him all a quiver
More of a taker
Than a giver
F hurdler aged 9 and a half.