Miguel Sanchez Posted October 17, 2017 Share Posted October 17, 2017 9 hours ago, madwullie said: You should join Historic Hamilton and check out some of the pish Hugh Hainey posts. Makes Lorna Johnston look like TS Elliott. Probably as good as TS Elliott, if there's anyone by such a name who ever wrote poetry. 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Richey Edwards Posted October 17, 2017 Share Posted October 17, 2017 I used to write alot of poems when I was younger, and still do occasionally. I am glad to read poems that make my own poems look like the work of a literary genius. 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
NorthernJambo Posted October 17, 2017 Share Posted October 17, 2017 I used to write alot of poems when I was younger, and still do occasionally. I am glad to read poems that make my own poems look like the work of a literary genius. Could always share them on here for us to take the piss. Sorry, for us to tell you how good they are... 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nkomo-A-Gogo Posted October 17, 2017 Share Posted October 17, 2017 Nik Kershaw? -1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The OP Posted October 17, 2017 Share Posted October 17, 2017 (edited) Between the poems and the brotherhood of men who give a damn I’m doing a lot more speedy scrolling on this thread than I used to. Bit like my facebook use when the newsfeed gradually became just a succession of people tagging each other in ancient memes and writing stuff like “Shared Cranhill” and “Be a wear”. Edited October 17, 2017 by The OP 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
NorthernJambo Posted October 17, 2017 Share Posted October 17, 2017 Feel free to take the piss. Here is quite a long one from the vaults... It’s long, doesn’t rhyme and doesn’t mention bees...not sure you’ve got the hang of this. Nah, it’s good! You’ve a knack for painting a picture with words. 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
topcat(The most tip top) Posted October 17, 2017 Share Posted October 17, 2017 A buxom young strumpet named Claire Complained that the game wasn’t fair While playing strip poker She got dealt a jokerAnd ended up holding a pair 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Swarley Posted October 17, 2017 Share Posted October 17, 2017 What was the infamous P&B quote? "you yes you the average looking c0cktease..." 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Menzel Posted October 17, 2017 Share Posted October 17, 2017 (edited) 2 minutes ago, Swarley said: What was the infamous P&B quote? "you yes you the averagey looking c0cktease..." FTFY ETA: f**k you you cockteasing bitch!!! Edited October 17, 2017 by Menzel 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bully Wee Villa Posted October 17, 2017 Share Posted October 17, 2017 Feel free to take the piss. Here is quite a long one from the vaults... The unformed flowers beneath fertile earth have felt the quakes and heard the howling voice of the winds of change turning weather vanes to point the path of fleeing steeds The crack of thunder and the static radio cast aside through countless generations captures the attention of a red-hooded child with his sattelite transmitted reflection He survived alternating elemental onslaughts at the side of stone bottomed mirrors on slowly shortening afternoons spent wandering with geese and greyhounds Watching his parents' countless spare pennies feed the mouths of imagination capturing quacking ducks with the bread of yesteryear Alien nations on the other side of a bookcase mounted globe Contain strange shapes in an endless sandpit And sleighs outside ice houses all year round The silent snowflakes fill abandoned playground corners Seen from the dry side of a steamed up classroom window Hovering canes enforce forgetability of flying carpets, elves, pointed hats, housebound dream girls, undiscovered pearls In this white walled stained and peeling maze Unfamiliar laughing faces, worthless lessons Why mummy? must I learn each loathsome letter So many numbers of hands in an emptying lunchbox I wish I could colour, colour away the yellowing purple patches of another day... The smells of stale cigarette smoke and decaying leftovers Remind him of every school day avoiding the circulating cattle within the summer time sanctuary of wasps Fearing the felt tip scars upon his chalk white face Willing himself invisible while avoiding the sting of erasers One day a woman came to see him Upon a cloud of overpowering perfume holding a notepad She asked unanswerable questions Of a scribbled out and scrawled memory The fragile silent shield in one-sided wars of words Sleeping open eyed upon an upright bed He dreamed in wordless, velcro staring admiration The unobtainable, unacknowledging females Remind him of fairy tales he almost forgot The scent of lemon zest on his fingers Remind a mind that can never be cleansed Each succellent segment snatched and harvested Only serves to carve out lines of worry He thought of his father with faraway eyes Leaving him alone for reasons unknown Sitting on a stone cold doorstep, a key in his hand But he can't go inside... ...crawling, pulsing walls....a womb of monstrosities Bloodcurdling cries for help Carve their way out of a familiar throat As cockroaches emerge from his every pore The bloodshot accusations in the bathroom mirror Shop windows, TV screens, his childhood mocking him from photo frames The shell of a smile below cold, glassy eyes Staring fragments and the sound of ringing doorbells Unheard by blinded windows through a life alone... leave me that way, this has nothing to do with you... Scotch courage can numb this pain Days to weeks to months spent in the oblivion Until the unmarked end... ...Of a lifetime speaking the static he'd heard long ago Discriptions of alien nations he'll never know He'd fallen through the bottomless mirror passed by long before Persued by hawks and hellhounds who found him wandering alone Unseen creatures fed by his thoughts on forgotten afternoons But the nightmares were over now... New minted sunbeams kissed his face Welcoming to a morning he thought he'd never see The waving hands of trees and the heralding birdsong Touch emotion he'd never noticed The bookcase portrayal of unborn dreams Showed him a world he'd yet to visit Undiscovered treasures, pearls, diamonds and girls But he realised he'd seen the greatest of all Being alive to see a brand new day He blossomed out of bed toward the smell of his breakfast... Doesn't rhyme. Not a proper poem. 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Shotgun Posted October 18, 2017 Share Posted October 18, 2017 7 hours ago, Richey Edwards said: I used to write alot of poems when I was younger, and still do occasionally. ^^^^ E.J. Thribb (17 1/2) found. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sjc Posted October 18, 2017 Share Posted October 18, 2017 10 minutes ago, Richey Edwards said: Oh, you want rhymes? I'll give you rhymes. Misplaced pieces of pathetic prose Fell as paper snowflakes with a radiant glow Indistinguishable from the aged daisy chains Strewn across the meadow's ripened blades Softly whispered simplicities tingle my spine The faintest flicker of a smile ignites something inside Our grasps intertwined around those imperfect curves She wished she'd been crafted like the other girls Her flabby figure flawlessly fondled by fading khaki She looks so out of place and the sky is full of rabbits She swore escaped her scarlet hutch It's true that grimy rainclouds have such luck Enticing weary honeycomb glances Giggling in the drizzle over moments dampened Outlasting patches peeled free from hand-me-down satchels Slung on the denim slope I once passionately travelled Finding myself addicted to her cherry palate Unspeakingly engaged in an alien language These sensations make sure I understand Frigid gestures indicate her chosen path As I figit in the warmth of rosy cheeks Anticipating an aching, fevered peace This perfection is only tainted by acceptance Of affection from someone so wretched Bemoaning my inability to fly, or even glide Observing all that's mine, I've even touched that sky It grumbled and spat in my outstretched palm But the storm's blackened eyes still shone like stars I lazily sketch and claim their spark as my desire Her fairweather feathered friends; another absent choir Spreadeagled in the sand we savour an awful racket Such beauty sails upon the scent of scorching plastic Scattering forks and napkins across awkward scenes If only playful senses so cruelly teased I'd surprise her with a bunch of bruised bananas But they would burst all over her canvas hamper Crammed with what resembles an entire fruit and vegetable section While I'm the caterpillar on a single wilted lettuce She picked especially for an ordinary occasion As we named every cloud after the sounds of daybreak You should post that on Facebook..... 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Richey Edwards Posted October 18, 2017 Share Posted October 18, 2017 I don't have Facebook. [emoji23] 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Stellaboz Posted October 18, 2017 Share Posted October 18, 2017 Wish you didn't have PnB either. Anything longer than 4 lines is too long to bother reading and probably boring. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Swarley Posted October 18, 2017 Share Posted October 18, 2017 I wish Facebook was limited to 140 characters then you wouldn't get this utter pish. P&B as wel 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Richey Edwards Posted October 18, 2017 Share Posted October 18, 2017 Sorry, I'll add less text and more pictures to my posts so that your attention span isn't stretched too far. That better? 3 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Stellaboz Posted October 18, 2017 Share Posted October 18, 2017 Much. 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Richey Edwards Posted October 18, 2017 Share Posted October 18, 2017 Much. Nice and short. 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Stellaboz Posted October 18, 2017 Share Posted October 18, 2017 Nice and short. Sorry, gave up at "nice". 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Richey Edwards Posted October 18, 2017 Share Posted October 18, 2017 8 minutes ago, Stellaboz said: Sorry, gave up at "nice". TL;DR. 0 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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