Poetry Corner


#21

Peter G irate
Yeats like lack of joy for life
Hates gays. Himself too?


#22

Tested and tasted too much lover I’d say. :slight_smile:


#23

Peter G
Doesn’t like gee
He likes to drink pee
And has HIV


#24

[QUOTE=“flattythehurdler, post: 1017906, member: 1170”]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.[/QUOTE]

Jesus flatty I thought you of all people were my friend.:eek:


#25

Ah it’s the sincerest form of flattery @Peter G . It took me ages to make that up. I ran out of rubber. Just to get your attention. Your true ePal. FH.


#26

Here, I made one up about myself :

Quisling Hun,
Married a tan,
Likes the soup,
The shilling man,
But the soup is full
Of tasty bits
Most especially
The tans tits.

F hurdler


#27

[QUOTE=“maroonandwhite, post: 1017907, member: 1406”]Peter G irate
Yeats like lack of joy for life
Hates gays. Himself too?[/QUOTE]

Be quiet you handicapped cunt!


#28

A gang poetry reading spastics bullying me on the internet, what is the world coming to.


#29

What is the Internet coming to more to the point??


#30

I will arise and go now
and go to peter g
and grab him by the balls
and shove them up his gee
Hup


#31

The worst form of poem
Is those stupid haiku yokes
Three lines of bullshit


#32

What about people who are lovers of poetry against their will


#33

Stop being ridicules fran please.

Did any of you lads in my fan club write any more poems about me today?


#34

Peterg
Rocks the board
Internet
Superlord

Yours sincerely
Fh


#35

Starbucks musings…

@Peter G

Some say he’s a really good newbie
But he’s never seen a boobie
He’s wanker
Should pay for a prostitute and thank her
What does Peter G
Think of me?
Who gives two fucks
I’m in Starbucks


#36

[QUOTE=“Peter G, post: 1018073, member: 1758”]Stop being ridicules fran please.

Did any of you lads in my fan club write any more poems about me today?[/QUOTE]

Peter G sat up on the wall
Peter G had a great fall
All the kings horses
and all the kings men
couldn’t be arsed


#37

Well done everyone. :clap:


#38

This one is for @The Big Cheese[/USER] , [USER=193]@balbec[/USER] , [USER=1170]@flattythehurdler[/USER] , [USER=236]@Fitzy[/USER] , [USER=361]@Tassotti[/USER] , [USER=376]@Declan Moffat[/USER] [USER=6]@briantinnion and all the diaspora .

(Poem about the Irish and particularly the Wild Geese)

The lines in bold :clap:

[B]After Aughrim[/B]
By Emily Lawless (1845–1913)

SHE said, “They gave me of their best,
They lived, they gave their lives for me;
I tossed them to the howling waste,
And flung them to the foaming sea.”

She said, “I never gave them aught,[I] 5[/I]
Not mine the power, if mine the will;
I let them starve, I let them bleed,—
They bled and starved, and loved me still.”

She said, “Ten times they fought for me,
Ten times they strove with might and main,[I] 10[/I]
[B]Ten times I saw them beaten down,
Ten times they rose, and fought again.”[/B]

She said, “I stayed alone at home,
A dreary woman, grey and cold;
I never asked them how they fared,[I] 15[/I]
Yet still they loved me as of old.”

She said, “I never called them sons,
I almost ceased to breathe their name,
Then caught it echoing down the wind,
Blown backwards from the lips of Fame.”[I] 20[/I]

She said, “Not mine, not mine that fame;
Far over sea, far over land,
Cast forth like rubbish from my shores,
They won it yonder, sword in hand.”

She said, “God knows they owe me nought,[I] 25[/I]
I tossed them to the foaming sea,
I tossed them to the howling waste,
[I]Yet still their love comes home to me.”[/I]


#39

[QUOTE=“ChocolateMice, post: 1050333, member: 168”]This one is for @The Big Cheese[/USER] , [USER=193]@balbec[/USER] , [USER=1170]@flattythehurdler[/USER] , [USER=236]@Fitzy[/USER] , [USER=361]@Tassotti[/USER] , [USER=376]@Declan Moffat[/USER] [USER=6]@briantinnion and all the diaspora .

(Poem about the Irish and particularly the Wild Geese)

The lines in bold :clap:

[B]After Aughrim[/B]
By Emily Lawless (1845–1913)

SHE said, “They gave me of their best,
They lived, they gave their lives for me;
I tossed them to the howling waste,
And flung them to the foaming sea.”

She said, “I never gave them aught,[I] 5[/I]
Not mine the power, if mine the will;
I let them starve, I let them bleed,—
They bled and starved, and loved me still.”

She said, “Ten times they fought for me,
Ten times they strove with might and main,[I] 10[/I]
[B]Ten times I saw them beaten down,
Ten times they rose, and fought again.”[/B]

She said, “I stayed alone at home,
A dreary woman, grey and cold;
I never asked them how they fared,[I] 15[/I]
Yet still they loved me as of old.”

She said, “I never called them sons,
I almost ceased to breathe their name,
Then caught it echoing down the wind,
Blown backwards from the lips of Fame.”[I] 20[/I]

She said, “Not mine, not mine that fame;
Far over sea, far over land,
Cast forth like rubbish from my shores,
They won it yonder, sword in hand.”

She said, “God knows they owe me nought,[I] 25[/I]
I tossed them to the foaming sea,
I tossed them to the howling waste,
[I]Yet still their love comes home to me.”[/I][/QUOTE]
Thanks mice.


#40

Lying underneath the cover
In my hand a perfect lover
No rejection, no contreception
No commitment, just ejaculation

Just got paid, I can’t get laid

Just got paid, I can’t get laid.

JUST GOT PAID, I CAN’T GET LAID.

Prostitution is my aim
Shagging in an alleyway
… just made my day…
No rejection, no contreception
No commitment, just ejaculation.