The Poem thread

[Contratrombone64]

Oh fair dawn that heralds grey
Your sodden waste makes me bleak

Once sure footing masquerades as imp
As water's folly's brat snatches at our feet

The western sky is calming, no?
This is merely a tease.

(just a little poem I made up about our seemingly endless rain)

 

[teddy]

Lovely CT. It certainly has feeling. Just what I needed to cheer me up this morning

teddy

 

[teddy]

Have you read any of Spikes books Margaret, particularly concerning his experiences during the war? I grew up listening to the Goon Show which I did and still do love.
I will try and find some more snippets of his poetry

teddy

 

[marval]

A good poem CT, it captures the rain very well.

I have not read his books teddy, only the poem ones. I must try to find them, I think they would interesting.


Margaret

 

[Contratrombone64]

Thank you Margaret and teddy, it was totally "out of left field" as I am no poet. Now, fortunately, it's Saturday morning and the skys are blue, thank goodness. My partner and I just went and had breakfast at the Rocks markets, old part of Sydney sort of under the harbour bridge-ish.

 

[teddy]

Margaret

I seems my Milligan books are packed away somewhere and I can not recall any more of his rymes. However I do recall tht the first of his bi-ogs was titled " Adolf Hitler-My Part in his Downfall" Very amusing and at times very sad. He was of course a keen jazz trumpeter and played in several bands after the war.

teddy

 

[marval]

I must get that book and have a read, I always found him very funny.


Margaret

 

[teddy]

What happened to he boy I was
Why did he run away
and leave me old and thinking like
there'd been no yesterday
what happened then?
was I that boy?
who laughed and swam in the Bund
is there no going back?
no recompense?
is there nothing?
no refund?

Spike Milligan

 

[marval]

More good Milliagan, thank you teddy.



Here is one my mother liked.


To the virgins, to make much of time


Gather ye rose-buds while ye may:
Old Time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles to-day,
To-morrow will be dying.

The glorious lamp of heaven, the Sun,
The higher he's a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he's to setting.

That age is best, which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
Times, still succeed the former.

--Then be not coy, but use your time,
And while ye may, go marry;
For having lost but once your prime,
You may for ever tarry.

Robert Herrick

 

[teddy]

Margaret
My grandmother used to recite that poem. As for virgins, it was often virgin on the impossible.

teddy

 

[marval]

Margaret
My grandmother used to recite that poem. As for virgins, it was often virgin on the impossible.

teddy

HaHa teddy, yes my mother wrote part of it in my autograph book.


Margaret

 

[teddy]

We always remember the things our mothers say. Nothing is ever forgotten.

And now a poem for you Margaret

Bazonka

Say Bazonka every day
Thats what my grandma used to say
It keeps at bay the Asian Flu
And both your elbows free from glue
So say Bazonka every day
(That what my grandama used to say)

Don't say it if your socks are dry
Or when the sun is in your eye
Never say it in the dark
(The word you see emits a spark)
Only say it in the day
(That's what my grandma used to say)

Young Tiny Tim took her advice
He said it once, he said it twice
He said it till the day he died
And even after that he tried
To say Bozonka every day
Just like my grandma used to say

Now folks around declare it's true
That every night at half past two
If you'll stand upon you head
And shout Bazonka from your bed
You'll hear the word as clear as day
Just like my grandma used to say

Spike Milligan

regards
teddy

 

[marval]

Ah, thank you teddy, a lovely one. I must try it sometime.


Margaret

 

[elderflower]

Spike Milligan again

I eat my peas with honey
I've done so all my life,
It makes the peas taste funny
BUT it keeps them on the knife.

From Elderflower (AKA Sylvie Pacey) I often think this is a lesson in tackling life's big problems by lateral thinking

 

[teddy]

I eat my peas with honey
I've done so all my life,
It makes the peas taste funny
BUT it keeps them on the knife.

From Elderflower (AKA Sylvie Pacey) I often think this is a lesson in tackling life's big problems by lateral thinking

Yes, particularly if one can have fun at the same time.

teddy6

 

[teddy]

No poems from Margaret for a while. has she lost the muse?

teddy

 

[Chi_townPhilly]

Here's one that's been on my mind lately-
it's one of the ottavas from George Gordon, Lord Byron's Don Juan:

Disclaimer- this should not be construed as a "Mission Statement."::lol:

Thou shalt not covet Mr. Sotheby's muse,
His Pegasus, nor anything that's his;
The shalt not bear false witness like "the Blues"
(There's one, at least, is very fond of this);
Thou shalt not write, in short, but what I choose:
This is true criticism, and you may kiss-
Exactly as you please, or not- the rod;
But if you don't, I'll lay it on, by G_d!:smash:

 

[marval]

This is for all of you who have a misbehaving toaster, and want to complain.

The Toaster by John Pickersgill


[FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]May we have your attention, we feel we should mention,[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]The toaster we bought doesn't please.[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]This ghastly invention, burns toast with intention [/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]And flings it with consummate ease.[/FONT]

[FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]This toaster has got,just a nine inch long slot,[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]A small slice of bread measures five.[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]Two slices cannot, fit well in that spot[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]For there's really no room there to jive.[/FONT]

[FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]You must surely admit, this shouldn't be it,[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]Good toast is no matter of luck.[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]The slices should fit, brown nice, then a click[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]And gently and quietly pop up. [/FONT]

[FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]It is little to ask, that it should do this task,[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]With efficiency, care and finesse.[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]The Olympics are past,it should toast and not cast[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]And give us this daily distress.[/FONT]

[FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]We hate and abhor eating toast from the floor,[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]Where an uncaring toaster has tossed it.[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]It's become quite a bore, to see our toast soar[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]And to find all the places its lost it.[/FONT]

[FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]We'd value your action, your swift interaction[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]With advice that will curb the damn thing.[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]To teach this contraption to give satisfaction,[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]To toast, to pop up, but not fling.[/FONT]

 

[teddy]

I know some people who would put it in the fridge!

teddy

 

[marval]

Hi Teddy

I had a senior moment one day, while rushing to go to work. I had to move the toaster to the other side of the kitchen. Yes, you've guessed it, I opened the fridge door, luckily I realised before I put it in.


Margaret