Member's verse. Waxing poetic. Getting writing again.

[Irishbookish]

Slugger, Bloater and Barney went up, t’saak by ee ol’ garden gate,
Said Slugger to Bloater, ‘Yole Barney’s a bolsker, hem’s tekken ma barra awa.’
Cos Bloater wahr bigger, young Slugger cud snigger to imageane whyever hem carped,
Then Barney kem den weathe a look so betrodden, nore suche ne'er well, nowe, nore ne'er mey.

Think I'd do better sticking to writing books and leave the burlesques and ballads to others...

[moose]

Heres one of my latest offerings.....

IDLE X

I was born in the sixties
To the hippy hippy shake
In the seventies as a punk
I rebelled at the state
Straight into the eighties
As a sharp dressed man
I longed for Rio and Duran Duran
In the nineties it changed
And out went the suits
Real music and attitude
Bought us back to our roots
An Oasis with no calm
And a Blur in the night
Brit Pop had exploded
We were ready for a fight
A singer a song a guitar and a drum
We thought that the noughties
Would bring us such fun.
But I cried in despair
The young bands calling foul
As we were fed lots of shit
Served up by Simon Cowell.

[chinaski]

Nice one Moose

[Smokey]

Last week I learned that one of my cousins, Ryan, will be deployed to Afghanistan in December. We're not particularly close, but this is the second person I know who will be shipped out. Needless to say, there are many more in a similar if not much more tragic position.

You're only twenty years of age
Let's hope this isn't your last page
Now every family member
Knows you'll be leaving in December
From your native homeland
To the deserts of Afghanistan

Will you be around come holiday time
And make your girlfriend your wife
Or give us a brief farewell
Before the ringing of Christmas bells
We'll always love you
And want you back soon

I hate those who set the game
And know just where to place the blame
All those on the hill who took part
In breaking millions of hearts
We're just dying for peace
All over the Middle East

So now I'll keep you in my prayers
And let you know I care
Stay safe and watch yourself
We all know that war is Hell
May God watch over you, young man
In the deserts of Afghanistan

[Benno]

There are two poetry assignments in my 16th century poetry class. We're supposed to write 16th century styled poems. Here's my first!

With soft feet, on a broken glass
The brain doth tremble at the pass.
Rotting words, once resilient heard,
On our paths strewn with cries absurd.

For to reach beyond, is all man's task,
More noble and essential than the cask;
Far more nascent still than love, is wonder
And needing much tears much asunder.

And since my light will shortly fade,
While blackest tarn swallows shade,
And false prophets blind their eyes
Making ripe hosts for their disguise,
Progress fleeting will be mine.

To leave swollen thoughts behind,
And so with final vestiges en masse
These untouch'd words tremble at the pass.
The minds' vaulted skies black with soot,
Soft mix'd earth rumbles underfoot,
And ever climbing toward the storm,
All for derision to conform.

[jennylois]

There are two poetry assignments in my 16th century poetry class. We're supposed to write 16th century styled poems. Here's my first!

Lovely Benno. Good to see you're still around.

I also like the above from Moose and Smokey.

[moose]

I also like the above from Moose and Smokey.

Thank you, i really do not know what has started me writing again, i use to do alot in the early 90's but have recently found the urge/need?? to start again. Maybe it has something to do with the whole world falling apart around us?

This one may explain it....

YOU

Where were you
When the world stopped caring
Where were you
When we all stopped sharing
Were you there?
When the kids got abused
Were you there?
With the old and confused
Can you see?
The crime in our midst
Can you see?
The rise of the extremists
Do you care?
When our children lay dying
Do you care?
That our politicians keep lying
Do you blame?
Other cultures and creeds
Do you blame?
The bankers the thieves
Do you weep?
Out of sheer desperation
Do you weep?
With injustice and indignation
Can you change?
Challenge the truth and demand
Can you change?
Take your head from out the sand

[moose]

Another one in the same vien as Smokey's.....

The Poppy field

Under an Afghan
Blood red sky
A nineteen year old squaddie
Sheds a single tear cry
His friend lies nearby
With his sightless dead eyes
And nobody is listening
When he asks the world why.

[moose]

One for the kids (in all of us)....

First encounter

There was a jillipilli
Who lived in our street
A strange looking thing
With 3 eyes and 6 feet
He was gentle with kids
Who were always in awe
Of the stories he told
Of alien space ships at war
But as you get old
The memories start to fade
You forget the friendships
Imaginary you once made
The Jillipilli is now gone
But only for a while
He will soon return
And be back with a smile
For kids see things
Adult minds no longer see
They make up new friends
That parents find silly
But in our adult minds eye
It keeps niggling away
When the Jillipilli came calling
And asked us to play.

[moose]

There like Buses, you wait for hours and they all come at once.....last one for now

Latch Key kids

We thought the summers would never end
In the streets and fields with many a friend
On trollys and bikes that we made ourselves
With holes in our knees and dirty shirt tails

A bowl of cornflakes and a see ya mum
We would only return with the setting sun
At the end of the day and covered in mud
Very hungry and tired but it felt so good

And for a treat on many a weekend
The hard earned money our parents would spend
On beer and bingo throughout the evening
Ignoring the windows where the children were peering

We would play outside the local working mans club
Dressed up to the nines having been bathed and scrubbed
The door would open and all the kids would wish
That it was their dad standing with vimto and crisps

As the night wore on and the evening got colder
You would picture you head against dads warm shoulder
As he carried you home sleepy and weary
You could feel his warm breath that was sweet and beery

These days are long gone and we are now parents
The kids stay in their rooms with their electronic presents
We would scoff at the thought of them doing what we did
But we turned out all right for latch key kids

[Smokey]

I also like the above from Moose and Smokey.

Thanks. I'm surprised by how much I've been writing lately. Like Moose said, the shambolic state of the world seems to be providing a number of prompts.

[chinaski]

Hurts When You Land

Right hand crosses the chest...
...yeah...
the pulse is still throbing...
contemptuous of it's defeated master.

I hear lungs
pushing out breaths
that echo off of memories
left hanging on the walls.

Smell anguish
as sweat...
soaked into dirt worn
familiar clothes.

Taste alcohol
as only it can be...
when long forgotten
by food.

I see my weathered hand
scribbling words;
a deficient attempt.

trying to make reason
for true love lost.

~chinaski

[moose]

Hurts When You Land

Right hand crosses the chest...
...yeah...
the pulse is still throbing...
contemptuous of it's defeated master.

I hear lungs
pushing out breaths
that echo off of memories
left hanging on the walls.

Smell anguish
as sweat...
soaked into dirt worn
familiar clothes.

Taste alcohol
as only it can be...
when long forgotten
by food.

I see my weathered hand
scribbling words;
a deficient attempt.

trying to make reason
for true love lost.

~chinaski

Hey Girl, thats very very good, some how though it is coming across as very real, are you OK?

[chinaski]

Hey Girl, thats very very good, some how though it is coming across as very real, are you OK?

Nope.

[Eckhard]

I just found out that Chaosium will finally publish the Book "Strange Aeons II" for their Call of Cthulhu Role playing game. Which is fine - because I wrote a scenario for the book. The book cover can already be seen on the internet. And it has my name on it ( among some others ).