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Post by rikiiboy on May 31, 2024 21:55:33 GMT
11.11.
Their silent tongues won't tell their tale
While their bodies rot, our memories fail
Every year we renew our vow
To remember them we all know now
The pain that was suffered by the few
Is a debt that is owned by all of you
Their laughter their pain sunshine or rain
None will ever see e'er again
So the least you can do all of you
Is remember all of them too.
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Post by rikiiboy on Jun 6, 2024 13:47:07 GMT
We dont all have to remember
Because some of us can't forget
That every time it's armistice day
We stand here still,still in deep regret
Just to enjoy your freedom
There's always been a price to pay
As many have died a gory death
Just so that we all can play
We give thanks for their dedication
For many the price was their last breath
We promise we will never forget them
For ever after their death
As we stand beside this cenotaph
Heads bowed in awe and weak
We all realise just how hard life is
To find the endless peace that we all seek.
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Post by rikiiboy on Jun 10, 2024 18:41:13 GMT
Sep 10, 2014.
The eighteenth of September
A date many will remember
When yes and no's went to war
For a freedom none knew what was for
Nationalists want a nation alone
Others want the union skin and bone
If the yeses win it'll divide a nation
With the no's settling for stagnation
Other Brits feel they already get a special deal
With extra benefits that they can't feel
If the yeses feel they will be on easy street
Then the no's should move southward with their feet?
The Scottish will vote on it's independence today
Uncertain if it'll be aye or nay
Salmond's success is dividing a great nation
Only animosity can come from this situation
It seems half the Scots really hate the rest
With a vague notion that they are the best
Nationalism leads to isolation
Wasting three hundred years of integration
While all the Scots get wound up and tense
The rest of the UK sits on the fence
Whatever the outcome there'll be no more trust
For Scotland the brave,it's win or bust?
I wonder how their next election will go?
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Post by ARENA on Jul 17, 2024 13:02:30 GMT
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Post by rikiiboy on Sept 19, 2024 21:56:15 GMT
This morning I was sitting in the garden in a cool September
This year it has been a year not worthy to remember
Other's children are back at school so at least it's peaceful now
So on another grey sky morning I'm enjoying it anyhow
I've picked some ripe tomatoes I'll enjoy those soon I'm sure
The ennui of retirement is something for which there is no cure
I don't write much now as my mind tells me my memory is getting weak
I'm struggling now with my vocabulary to find the words I seek.....
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Post by waiting4atickle on Sept 24, 2024 9:33:13 GMT
There's a fundamental question that I try not to forget
Formulated long ago, and it still hasn't been answered yet.
Well, it makes me feel humble, it makes me feel sad,
It makes me feel guilty for all the good things that I've had;
But it helps me to remember what a lucky boy I am
Compared with many others in the family of man.
’Cause my life hasn't been so hard, I don't know what it's like to starve;
Who has given me this sweet and gave my brother dust to eat?
Who has given me this sweet and my sister dust to eat?
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Post by rikiiboy on Sept 24, 2024 16:57:22 GMT
Whether it's a few minutes
Or over a century
It's Kay sura sura in life
Too how long it's going to be.
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Post by waiting4atickle on Sept 24, 2024 18:37:47 GMT
apparently its national punctuation day but only in usa so we brits dont have to bother   |
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Post by waiting4atickle on Sept 24, 2024 18:50:39 GMT
Whether it's a few minutes Or over a century It's Kay sura sura in life Too how long it's going to be. Arguably, you've taken Anglicisation too far there, Rikii.  |
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Post by rikiiboy on Sept 25, 2024 8:53:15 GMT
Well tickle, I don't speak Italian and my English knowledge still leaves a lot to be desired, but some phonetic use of some words leads the to a better pronunciation by ignorant thicko's such as I will put my hand up too.
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Post by waiting4atickle on Sept 25, 2024 14:56:53 GMT
I still remember when
I used to fall in love
It didn't take much then
Only a gentle shove
Sometimes a pretty face
Or a disarming smile
Could make my pulses race
If only for a while
But things are calmer now
So many years have flown
I often find somehow
I'd rather be alone
Still ev'ry now and then
When my defences slip
I start to fall again
My heart begins to skip
Someone may catch my eye
And make my senses swoon
But I just walk on by
And I recover soon
Yes I walk on by
Howling at the moon
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Post by waiting4atickle on Sept 26, 2024 0:31:12 GMT
Well tickle, I don't speak Italian and my English knowledge still leaves a lot to be desired, but some phonetic use of some words leads the to a better pronunciation by ignorant thicko's such as I will put my hand up too. As you know, I was only joshing. Rikii. That phonetic spelling is really rather inventive. Mind you, I'm surprised you don't have Doris Day's Greatest Hits in your record collection. Keep on keeping on |
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Post by rikiiboy on Sept 26, 2024 9:51:34 GMT
Summer flowers are wilting
Their ends are not far away
Soon they will be composted
All too soon will come that day
The temperature is dropping
Cold nights are drawing in
October leaves are all falling
As Autumn is settling in
The Chestnut leaves are turning to gold
Although the oak is still showing green
The leaves are now falling on the ground
To form another picturesque scene.
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Post by waiting4atickle on Sept 27, 2024 17:33:19 GMT
This one seems appropriate at the moment: it's one of Grace-2's primary school poems
RAIN
I’ll pelt you with pellets as I shoot from the sky,
I’ll drench you and quench you, you’ll never be dry.
I’ll patter on rooftops, slide off window panes,
I’ll rinse fun and happiness into drab drains.
Greyness and misery is what I’ll entice,
I’ll run down your neck with fingers of ice.
I’ll fill every corner and soak every space,
I’ll whip round your hands and I’ll spit in your face.
Sometimes I’m good and I’ll try to stop drought,
But when I am bad – you had better watch out!
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Post by waiting4atickle on Sept 27, 2024 21:14:34 GMT
When it comes to poetry, my main inspiration is Winnie-the-Pooh. I think this passage from "The House at Pooh Corner" encapsulates his approach -
What shall we do about poor little Tigger?
If he never eats nothing he'll never get bigger.
He doesn't like honey and haycorns and thistles
Because of the taste and because of the bristles.
And all the good things which an animal likes
Have the wrong sort of swallow or too many spikes.
"He's quite big enough anyhow," said Piglet.
"He isn't really very big."
"Well, he seems so."
Pooh was thoughtful when he heard this, and then he murmured to himself:
But whatever his weight in pounds, shillings, and ounces,
He always seems bigger because of his bounces.
"And that's the whole poem," he said. "Do you like it, Piglet?"
"All except the shillings," said Piglet. "I don't think they ought to be there."
"They wanted to come in after the pounds," explained Pooh, "so I let them. It is the best way to write poetry, letting things come."
"Oh, I didn't know," said Piglet.
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