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Post by steamboatsam on Jun 2, 2006 15:17:58 GMT
I am setting up this thread to enable members display their poetic talents.
To mark the occasion of my 100th post and elevation to a full member of the forum i have composed a poem containing a few musings on my life thusfar:-
Brought into the world by a priest and a nun it was far from an holy entry, if you can excuse the pun. Raised by a lady boy on the cusp of St. Helen's bay things were far from normal down wexican way. When i turned four school became a chore and life became a bore I needed some excitement in my life and it was then i heard a rumour that homosexuality was rife. I packed up some leathers, whips, chains and feathers Then pranced down the town where the locals could only stop look and frown. Then i met him, the joy of my life not once did i care that he once were a wife. 10 minutes of flirting and oh what a feeling inside me this fag was unearthing So off to the loos traps one, two or three oh how could i choose? Before i could pick i gasped out loud as i laid eyes on his dick "Enormous!" i cried, but oh what a boob my first time was to be without lube. After many years of such behaviour it surprised me that a simple tub of butter were to become my saviour. 2006 finds me experienced and wiser yet all that i'm attracting are old blokes with shares in Pfizer And as i lie under the covers pitching a tent i realise that all my life i was meant to be nothing other than a little boy for rent.
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Post by therock67 on Jun 2, 2006 15:52:06 GMT
This is one I wrote a while back when Aya closed their doors in the IFSC. I hope it's still relevant today.
Aya Deli, Mayor Street, Dublin
A weary young man sits alone in Custom House Square No park bench provided, so he fashions a seat there On the cold, damp unforgiving concrete Nothing much: just a place to rest his feet.
And though low on cash and late with his rent The young student accountant is suitably content For he holds an Aya bag tightly in his hands A chicken katsu curry with a complimentary can, And to top it all off a caramel slice A little piece of heaven, a taste of paradise.
And then one day gone.
I curse the few times I ignorantly walked by ya, My lunchtime love, my life, my Aya.
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Post by therock67 on Jun 2, 2006 16:01:53 GMT
And another old school one.
Eurovision 2005
Oh Joe
Though It can't be easy
To leave Athlone
It must be done
For glory awaits.
Oh Donna
Enjoy the Ukraine.
Put on a
Beautiful smile
For us.
You inspire me.
You delight me.
You're a vision.
Eurovision.
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Post by bandage on Jun 2, 2006 16:09:23 GMT
Superb efforts all round. Was going to post asking if you still had the McCaul poem - I fondly recall the day it was published on the RTE website. Reading that Aya poem brought a tear to my eye - if that place taught me anything it was to make the most of things while you have them. Aya RIP.
My lament for Doctor Flynn Saunders is on the Home and Away thread but I feel I must post my lament for Chloe Richards:
Little angels in heaven above Give beautiful Chloe a great big hug Look down on Olivia who's only 9 A motherless child - might well she pine That little freckle on Chloe's nose Her wonderful smile - bet she wrote great prose Came back to the Bay to find some peace Lost control of her car and struck some trees I'll never forget her but in my heart she'll be First and last girl I loved - she's my Chloe
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Post by bandage on Jun 2, 2006 16:18:21 GMT
And another old school one. Eurovision 2005Oh Joe Though It can't be easy To leave Athlone It must be done For glory awaits. Oh Donna Enjoy the Ukraine. Put on a Beautiful smile For us. You inspire me. You delight me. You're a vision. Eurovision. Just noticed the Whipping Boy reference in the Donna verse. Can't believe I never spotted that before. Wonderful stuff. 'I can't supress these feelings any longer You excite me, delight me, inspire me and drive me In your eyes a fire that's wild and glorious Uninhibited, unfinished in everything I do Let the morning rise like our heart's desire I can't help thinking that I love you And it goes on and it goes on' (fade to end with instrumental accompaniment) Morning Rise by Whipping Boy - possibly written with Donna in mind?
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Post by therock67 on Jun 2, 2006 16:20:36 GMT
And another old school one. Eurovision 2005Oh Joe Though It can't be easy To leave Athlone It must be done For glory awaits. Oh Donna Enjoy the Ukraine. Put on a Beautiful smile For us. You inspire me. You delight me. You're a vision. Eurovision. Just noticed the Whipping Boy reference in the Donna verse. Can't believe I never spotted that before. Wonderful stuff. 'I can't supress these feelings any longer You excite me, delight me, inspire me and drive me In your eyes a fire that's wild and glorious Uninhibited, unfinished in everything I do Let the morning rise like our heart's desire I can't help thinking that I love you And it goes on and it goes on' (fade to end with instrumental accompaniment) - Morning Rise, Whipping Boy - Although the dates don't appear to fit I would imagine that Morning Rise was written with Donna in mind.
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Post by bandage on Jun 2, 2006 16:23:16 GMT
That's freaky - made the modification and then we said the same thing - great minds and all that.
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Post by iamthelaw on Jun 2, 2006 18:54:55 GMT
the occasion of my 100th post and elevation to a full member of the forum All that work and you find yourself as Joe Brolly. Feel like you've just been screwed again?
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Post by humbug on Jun 3, 2006 12:51:15 GMT
Memories of a Big Girl, Wexford Town, September 2005
I ended up in the Stores Where I met a big girl Oh big girl, where did it all go wrong?
I went to Burgermacs I had the chicken and bacon burger (with cheese)
Look at me now big girl Who's laughing now? I am. That's who. So fuck you bitch
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Post by steamboatsam on Jun 6, 2006 7:56:24 GMT
the occasion of my 100th post and elevation to a full member of the forum All that work and you find yourself as Joe Brolly. Feel like you've just been screwed again? gutted. absolutely gutted.
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Post by bandage on Jun 6, 2006 9:19:59 GMT
Memories of a Big Girl, Wexford Town, September 2005 I ended up in the Stores Where I met a big girl Oh big girl, where did it all go wrong? I went to Burgermacs I had the chicken and bacon burger (with cheese) Look at me now big girl Who's laughing now? I am. That's who. So fuck you bitch Think I recall you mentioning your weekend in Wexford before. Seems like you have fond memories - very passionate and enjoyable stuff.
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Post by bandage on Jun 7, 2006 16:28:59 GMT
I've been writing a poem/song today. It might be ready for tomorrow but I'm not sure. Just leave me alone while I'm in the creative process - I don't need any record company pressures.
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Post by therock67 on Jun 7, 2006 16:45:32 GMT
I don't want to pressure you bandage but you know you have our support. If in doubt on matters lyrical always consult the heart.
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Post by Ball Ox on Jun 14, 2006 13:44:54 GMT
James Blunt, is a cunt
and...
Chinese, Japanese, dont forget to wash your knees
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Post by therock67 on Jun 15, 2006 8:50:24 GMT
I've been writing a poem/song today. It might be ready for tomorrow but I'm not sure. Just leave me alone while I'm in the creative process - I don't need any record company pressures. Did you ever complete it?
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Post by bandage on Jun 15, 2006 10:41:05 GMT
Back in the studio - scrapped the whole session. Couldn't really put my finger on what was wrong but it certainly wasn't right.
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Post by therock67 on Jun 15, 2006 10:45:02 GMT
Sometimes you're as well just starting again from scratch like that. Don't chase lyrics that aren't working.
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Post by iamthelaw on Jun 15, 2006 23:48:54 GMT
Would also work in the rhyming slang thread
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