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Post by marispiper on Mar 6, 2024 9:35:02 GMT
I have missed your poetry and your loved lyrics x
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Post by rikiiboy on Mar 6, 2024 10:20:02 GMT
Apr 09, 2013#215
We all know that people who never make anything never make mistakes,as for Maggie great people make great mistakes but even I must admit she was dedicated and politics were her whole life.
I shall never forget that last photograph of her leaving number 10......
Ta ra Maggie. RIP......
Well Maggie you were swell
Will your soul go up or down who can tell
Love ya hate ya charm or "B" rate ya
Some adored ya when many'd just slate ya
The grocer's lass
With a touch of class
Not for turning
Are you ears burning
All up front and never shady
Rust in peace my dear old iron lady.....
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Post by ARENA on Mar 6, 2024 10:20:11 GMT
There are some nights when sleep won't come
the darkened room is fearful
there are some nights that make one glum
hagridden , cold and fearful
there are some nights the mind runs wild
banishing all glee
those nights have one solution
go make yourself some tea.
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Post by rikiiboy on Mar 6, 2024 12:58:59 GMT
Ahh the youngsters look at us
They think we are a disgrace
Our skin is a bit wrinkly
If we've hair it's all over the place
We still hug each other
With maybe a kiss or two
They think we're past it
I'm not though,are you?
We still greet one another
We still smile say hello
Still courteous,respectful
'cus' we learnt to be so
With a nod or good morning
We try not to stoop
Even when walking the dog
We're with a poopah scoop
They say manners maketh men
I think they follow mom and dad
Like me I soon learned
It was easier to be good than bad
So let the youngsters have their way
They never will grow old
But they'll spend a fortune
On creams to hide every skin fold
Me now I look like me dad
When he was on his last legs
Yet he had a better pint
Me I get the dregs
Still I've got manners
Even a little dignity
Not like these youngsters now
Alas,more's the pity.
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Post by rikiiboy on Mar 6, 2024 22:43:52 GMT
Step inside this theatre
Just remember the script
Understand the part you're playing
No lines will be skipped
Don the mask and make up
Form an orderly queue
Rehearse your part carefully
That role may go to you
Listen the director
Be guided by that direction
To you it's just a part to play
They're looking for perfection
Manipulate your audience
Make them laugh or cry
Whisper to make them listen
Or you can shout goodbye.
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Post by marispiper on Mar 7, 2024 9:11:33 GMT
Love all these.
As I am no poet, my contribution is from RL Sharpe, called Isn't it strange.
Isn’t it strange that princes and kings
And clowns that caper in sawdust rings
And common folk like you and me
Are the builders of eternity.
To each is given a bag of tools,
A shapeless mass and a book of rules;
And each must make, ere time is flown,
A stumbling-block or a stepping-stone.
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Post by rikiiboy on Mar 7, 2024 11:54:00 GMT
Ahh and this oldie I wrote one afternoon while I was twiddling my thumbs and admiring the beautiful brush stokes on Leo's painting of our lady Lisa. www.bing.com/images/search?q=the ... edIndex=14 (The scenery perhaps is what Leo himself Might have wanted to see A vision that is now Preserved in history) The road I see is winding Indicating uncertainty The peaks behind are jagged Ambitions with treachery The bridge of hope is crumbling With the erosion of the sea In all a damp mixture In contrast to her beauty Her face is turned slightly Toward the sun to catch it's glow Still...even now we can feel the warmth That Leo's brush strokes show) ~Oil on poplar? It's like a ray of sunshine Sits upon your face As regally you pose Not a hair out of place Upon your head lays a scarf So faint ,gossamer thin This side of you shows a smile That must come from within Your brown eyes have seen Five hundred years pass by The visages you have seen Many eye to eye Hands crossed with empty fingers There are no rings to see Thank you Leonardo For sharing Lisa,with me. |
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Post by rikiiboy on Mar 7, 2024 11:59:31 GMT
Life is a story
That's told page by page
Like a tome
It grows with age
Each new chapter
Becomes a verse
You get no practice
No time to rehearse
The stage you act on
The role that you play
Can be anything
From a century to a day
Still while you occupy
Your space on Earth
No money could evaluate
What that is worth
Dreams steal the minds
Of fools and kings
Calculating age values
Like tree rings
Every second counts
But we don't have a clue
How long will it last
But maybe , you do?
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Post by rikiiboy on Mar 7, 2024 23:53:10 GMT
As nature weaves it patchwork quilt
It is mankind that must share the guilt
Monstrous chunks of glass and stone
Like cancerous scabs upon the bone
Which shows the full extent of our bungle
Surrounding us in our concrete jungle
Where all the machinations of man
Tread backward steps in a master plan
To pillage green and inter soil
While urban decay a festering boil
Still feeds upon bile and profiteers
Which influence all those virgin ears.
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Post by rikiiboy on Mar 8, 2024 11:22:40 GMT
A thought for the day?
Sometimes...life, is the hardest lesson
It gives us many things we dont want
It takes away those we love most of all
Showing us all that all those we hate
Will all hate you back even more
It teaches us our weaknesses
It governs our strength
Shares with us laughter,pain and tears
Life make us responsible
Shows us that the space we need to breathe
Is also needed by others
It teaches that not all love is good
Yet...wisdom cannot be passed on it must be earned
So... live in hope and hope that you'll live......
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Post by rikiiboy on Mar 8, 2024 12:31:54 GMT
 Put on a little lippy Powder make up on the grey Smile and do your lashes Say "hello" to the day....... A last look in the mirror Blow a kiss or two A few flicks of you hair Now the world's waiting for you.....
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Post by rikiiboy on Mar 8, 2024 14:58:32 GMT
Where are we now so far gone?
There's no English left but jargon
Somebodie's issued a fatwah
Young Londoners are speaking their own patois
The elderly can no longer communicate
Perhaps we are now past our sell by date?
There is no grammar the language is weak
Writing's just graffiti childish text speak
No Orwellian big brother to beguile them
The lunatics are already running our asylum
Our governing leaders are public school snobs
Only representing those with big gobs
Work is scarce for our poorest it's tight
If you have no job then you're a parasite
Local idioms and American clichés
Replacing the cultures of our wisened old greys?
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Post by rikiiboy on Mar 8, 2024 22:24:13 GMT
Sitting at home with my cardie on The sun's gone down the heat's all gone Fiddling channels on the TV set Found nothing to entertain me yet So Straight away the mind turns to food Crisps,cheese anything crude Which of course has to be swallowed with beer Which maybe coarse but it brings cheer The perfect solution to being bored When fancy wine one can't afford So if I can't find anything else to watch Feeling brave I'll sneak a sip of her scotch. |
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Post by marispiper on Mar 9, 2024 9:36:53 GMT
Put on a little lippy Powder make up on the grey Smile and do your lashes Say "hello" to the day....... A last look in the mirror Blow a kiss or two A few flicks of you hair Now the world's waiting for you..... I am just about to...😁 |
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Post by marispiper on Mar 9, 2024 9:38:41 GMT
Sitting at home with my cardie on The sun's gone down the heat's all gone Fiddling channels on the TV set Found nothing to entertain me yet So Straight away the mind turns to food Crisps,cheese anything crude Which of course has to be swallowed with beer Which maybe coarse but it brings cheer The perfect solution to being bored When fancy wine one can't afford So if I can't find anything else to watch Feeling brave I'll sneak a sip of her scotch. Good on ya 👍 Your verse is truly uplifting Riki x |
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Put on a little lippy