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| Author: | chillitt [ Sun Mar 11, 2007 9:25 pm ] |
| Post subject: | a gauntlet thrown down |
A test of the worthy,a battle of wits, a challenge, a contest, a series of skits. So come on you wordsmiths and juggle some phrases with rhythm and condour sing your own praises! No modesty here, and no lines ending in purple its a headline dive! through your life we will hurtle 
so tell me then, how did this all get started talk of friends growing up, and dearly departed. Who will pick up this gauntlet thrown down? |
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| Author: | Shizara [ Wed Mar 14, 2007 5:48 am ] |
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chillitt wrote: Who will pick up this gauntlet thrown down? A knight of old England, a poet of reknown? A teacher of words, a gardener, a wife, Someone from the land of the shivering knife? For my part in this tale of lives entwined Returning to the roots; the ancestor kind; With determination and strength they followed their dreams And sailed the seas of life's relentless extremes. They left the land; their ancestoral home Opportunities sought; they whispered tearful shalom. A life of brand new beckoned from afar Could they realize their dream and see the first morning star? What is it that brings you to the place that you are? |
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| Author: | cathidaw [ Thu Mar 15, 2007 12:50 am ] |
| Post subject: | poem by Alan Bennett |
Place names of China. Bolding Veritas! Shanks new Nisa! Trusty Lichfield swirls it down To filter beds on Ruislip Marshes From my lav in Kentish Town. The Burlington! The Rochester! Oh those names of childhood loos-- Nursie rattling at the doorknob: "Have you done your number twos?" Lady typists--office party Golly ! all that gassy beer! Tripping home down Hendon Parkway To her 'Improved Windermere' Here I sit, alone and sixty Bald and fat and full of sin. Cold the seat and loud the cistern As I read the Harpic tin Not really a reply- but I thought it typically Bennett |
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| Author: | Shizara [ Wed Mar 21, 2007 11:16 am ] |
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Quote: What is it that brings you to the place that you are? Burlington and Rochester? - Office parties; ooo ahhhh! After the interlude provided by Cathidaw It is time to move on and share so much more! A memory from days that have long gone by Out on the town, walking home; we do try But the inevitable happens and one needs to relieve Where do you go?!? Facilities closed we believe! "Some trees!" someone cried; full of elation! Deary me it's the local cops' station! The need has now become greater than fear That a uniform might, from the shadows, draw near. Escaping with wits and modesty intact We leave before a presence we attract. Onward; time for sobriety unfurled Time to sleep in the neverland world. The gauntlet now down, will you take it and run? |
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| Author: | Shizara [ Tue Mar 27, 2007 11:03 am ] |
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Quote: The gauntlet now down, will you take it and run? Have you a measure of strength for the deed to be done? It isn't what you do but the way that you do That determines your strength to carry you through. By chillit the challenge was initially set It doesn't your appetite virtually whet? We all have a tale in the back of our mind Some we can share; some we leave far behind. The gauntlet now sits and waits for the hand Will you leave it to be covered in life's shifting sand? We know you have humour and a picture to paint Looking for perfection is something we ain't. Not all in this world are poets of great fame But most of us can, the imagination inflame. Come sail the high seas of life with us Be it a journey by train, plane, boat, car or bus. The gauntlet now waits; does your hand find it fits? |
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| Author: | chillitt [ Tue Mar 27, 2007 11:09 pm ] |
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Who left this glove here? now it fits as gloves should right number of fingers and leather thats good! I came here by luck and lucky it seems but this isn't the place of my lifes hopes and dreams I've muddled along drifted hither and yon see, i'm not one for staying once the moment has gone But the moment is on us so here i'll remain til the cards all get shuffled and dealt out again Now one hand is freezing and the other to hot should I put back the gauntlet or search for the one I have not? |
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| Author: | cathidaw [ Fri Mar 30, 2007 12:07 am ] |
| Post subject: | A Privy Remembered |
I remember the privy at the end of the path. Its roof held together by cobwebs and lath. Twin seated it was, of old splintered wood. Quite why there were two was not understood. Blistering paint on the handle free door Crumbling bricks on the bare earthen floor. Damp paper squares on a big rusty nail Carefully torn from an old Daily Mail. We played hide and seek from this little room Counting loudly in the gloom. With sunbeams peeping through the gaps Then running out shouting ,"Coming chaps". Delicious, haunting evenings, the nights full of sound Walking up the dewy path, odd rustlings abound. Scary moonlit monsters lurking in the trees. Hearts beat a little faster-we trembled at the knees. Relief to reach that room at night - the candles in their jars Looking upwards to the roof and gazing at the stars, With time to ponder, time to dream, a haven from outside, Such magic in my memory-this place I used, to hide. |
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