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finlaymcdanger
Numpty 28723
wanderlust
Banks of the Croal
Mr Magoo
Reebok Trotter
scottjames30
Keegan
Norpig
boltonbonce
okocha
karlypants
Sluffy
Bwfc1958
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21The Poetry Thread - Page 2 Empty Re: The Poetry Thread Sun Mar 22, 2015 6:30 pm

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Guest



What is it?
It’s bow’s orange sunset spring,
That quick step groove down the Grove Road,
It’s the blue smoke glamour of crack slab urban bohemia,
The richest man alive doesn't have a penny,
And I’m looking to cash in on his wisdom,
Looking out for the wise in his eyes and the ice in his next drink,
And his next drink,
And his next drink,
And his next drink,
I watch the world, its tower blocks headbutting the skyline,
So stitch that,
That slit in the sky like a knife gash, and a fallen sixties leather jacket,
The tenements so unlovely and kitsch,
And the people rolling on in our colours and classes, classes and colours,
The beats of New London,
Twisted by the bitter rhythm of the wrong education,
In the big schools,
On the bigger grey gothic, pink plastic flower estates,
Twizzling our biros and cashing our giros,
And it’s tupence for your philosophy,
And tupence for your dreams,
Fair ye unwell on the welfare,
And the state is a fair man-made maid,
It understands the sweet sickly pleasure of melancholy,
The malign happiness of the horrors,
Lick die happiness of the horrors,
Delights in the mystery of it’s own misery,
A modern love,
So here we are,
The fucked generation,
At the fag-end of the 20th century A.D.,
Young and still breathing,
But now it’s a trial,
Cause we tried it all and we’re tired by it all,
Too much, too young, too often, too many times,
And it’s too late,
But we’re not surrendering though,
Fuck no we’re not,
We’re on the offensive,
On all fours in the puddles of No Man’s Land,
And in that manner we move to the rhythms of ice cream vans playing ‘oranges and lemons’,
And police sirens spinning and waking their mythical wails,
Calling us to ourselves,
Opium for the elite,
Yeah, and there’s his illegitimate brother,
Inexpensively smacking the kids of Stepney, at a cost,
So let’s step out now, you and I,
Let’s go now and stay a while,
Underneath the sun,
A council street lamp left on in the middle of the day,
Tussling with gravity, branding skin,
And it will tussle and brand, tussle and brand until it explodes.
Tussle and brand until the sun explodes.

22The Poetry Thread - Page 2 Empty Re: The Poetry Thread Sun Mar 22, 2015 9:56 pm

Reebok Trotter

Reebok Trotter
Nat Lofthouse
Nat Lofthouse

"Here is the church and here is the steeple. Open it up and here are the people!" Jake McHale.

23The Poetry Thread - Page 2 Empty Re: The Poetry Thread Sun Mar 22, 2015 10:23 pm

Guest


Guest

Dear Mother, dear Mother, the Church is cold,

But the Ale-house is healthy & pleasant & warm;

Besides I can tell where I am use'd well,

Such usage in heaven will never do well.


   But if at the Church they would give us some Ale. 

And a pleasant fire, our souls to regale; 

We'd sing and we'd pray, all the live-long day; 

Nor ever once wish from the Church to stray, 


   Then the Parson might preach & drink & sing. 

And we'd be as happy as birds in the spring: 

And modest dame Lurch, who is always at Church,

Would not have bandy children nor fasting nor birch.


   And God like a father rejoicing to see, 

His children as pleasant and happy as he: 

Would have no more quarrel with the Devil or the Barrel 

But kiss him & give him both drink and apparel.

24The Poetry Thread - Page 2 Empty Re: The Poetry Thread Sun Mar 22, 2015 10:30 pm

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Guest

It was my nan that for me into poetry and this was her favourite;

I wandered lonely as a cloud 
That floats on high o'er vales and hills, 
When all at once I saw a crowd, 
A host, of golden daffodils; 
Beside the lake, beneath the trees, 
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. 

Continuous as the stars that shine 
And twinkle on the milky way, 
They stretched in never-ending line 
Along the margin of a bay: 
Ten thousand saw I at a glance, 
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. 

The waves beside them danced; but they 
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: 
A poet could not but be gay, 
In such a jocund company: 
I gazed---and gazed---but little thought 
What wealth the show to me had brought: 

For oft, when on my couch I lie 
In vacant or in pensive mood, 
They flash upon that inward eye 
Which is the bliss of solitude; 
And then my heart with pleasure fills, 
And dances with the daffodils.

25The Poetry Thread - Page 2 Empty Re: The Poetry Thread Sun Mar 22, 2015 11:08 pm

Mr Magoo

Mr Magoo
Youri Djorkaeff
Youri Djorkaeff

There was a man called Bread
who cried when he went to bed
when he woke in the morn with a big fat yawn
Scott had pissed in his bed.

26The Poetry Thread - Page 2 Empty Re: The Poetry Thread Sun Mar 22, 2015 11:12 pm

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Guest

Mr Magoo wrote:There was a man called Bread
who cried when he went to bed
when he woke in the morn with a big fat yawn
Scott had pissed all over his head.

Just trying to help. Rhyming bed with bed is amateur hour Wink

27The Poetry Thread - Page 2 Empty Re: The Poetry Thread Mon Mar 23, 2015 12:12 am

Banks of the Croal

Banks of the Croal
Frank Worthington
Frank Worthington

Life is such a precious Gift,
Until you need a Stairlift,
Then you wonder was it worth it,
All the pain and misery to survive it,

Of course it was, the Sunny days of Youth,
When you wasn't so long in the Tooth,
Endless days of playing in the Sun,
Laughing and Crying it was so much Fun,

You saw the Better side way back then,
Being able to play out till half past ten,
The Streets were Safer so they Say.
No Mister Bogey Man,
To go and Spoil our Joyous Plan.

28The Poetry Thread - Page 2 Empty Re: The Poetry Thread Mon Mar 23, 2015 6:49 am

scottjames30

scottjames30
Nat Lofthouse
Nat Lofthouse

Mine is best.

29The Poetry Thread - Page 2 Empty Re: The Poetry Thread Mon Mar 23, 2015 8:20 am

Keegan

Keegan
Moderator
Moderator

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

https://forum.boltonnuts.co.uk

30The Poetry Thread - Page 2 Empty Re: The Poetry Thread Mon Mar 23, 2015 8:26 am

scottjames30

scottjames30
Nat Lofthouse
Nat Lofthouse

When im having a shit.
I think for a bit.
about bread for some reason.
its been another long season.
and when im wiping my arse.
i think what a farce.
we've been conned once more.
i might as well just shit on the floor.

31The Poetry Thread - Page 2 Empty Re: The Poetry Thread Mon Mar 23, 2015 9:45 am

Bwfc1958

Bwfc1958
Tinned Toms - You know it makes sense!

See, I knew you lot had hidden depths. 

I bet you all wish you had Scott's creative mind don't you?

Genius in action.

32The Poetry Thread - Page 2 Empty Re: The Poetry Thread Mon Mar 23, 2015 11:45 am

wanderlust

wanderlust
Nat Lofthouse
Nat Lofthouse

I saw two boys upon a hill
And one of them was looking ill
So I gave the other one a pill
In case he caught it.

Terry Thomas apparently.

33The Poetry Thread - Page 2 Empty Re: The Poetry Thread Mon Mar 23, 2015 11:58 am

boltonbonce

boltonbonce
Nat Lofthouse
Nat Lofthouse

scottjames30 wrote:When im having a shit.
I think for a bit.
about bread for some reason.
its been another long season.
and when im wiping my arse.
i think what a farce.
we've been conned once more.
i might as well just shit on the floor.
The Poetry Thread - Page 2 Enfermera-Camillera-61142

34The Poetry Thread - Page 2 Empty Re: The Poetry Thread Mon Mar 23, 2015 12:04 pm

Norpig

Norpig
Nat Lofthouse
Nat Lofthouse

John Cooper Clarke and the rest of the poetry world have nothing to be afraid of looking at this lot Laughing

35The Poetry Thread - Page 2 Empty Re: The Poetry Thread Mon Mar 23, 2015 12:37 pm

wanderlust

wanderlust
Nat Lofthouse
Nat Lofthouse

Here's the classic "Waiting for the Bus"...


Car
Car
Car
Car Car Car
.
Car
.
Car
.
Car Car Car Car Car
.
Car
Lorry!
.
Car
Car Car
Car
Car Car Car
Lorry
Car
.
Car
Car
.
Car
Car
Car
Bus
(Full.)


Think it was Rivington Spike who penned this baby.

36The Poetry Thread - Page 2 Empty Re: The Poetry Thread Mon Mar 23, 2015 12:58 pm

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Guest

stark realisations come to the forefront of your mind
crushing dreams of yesterday you were hoping still to find
changes to be made get harder every day
nightmares also getting harder to keep at bay
a pin hole of light in a universe blacked out
my heart raging and screaming a silent shout
no one can hear me or feel what i do
always on the look out to find a new you

37The Poetry Thread - Page 2 Empty Re: The Poetry Thread Mon Mar 23, 2015 2:49 pm

Numpty 28723

Numpty 28723
Andy Walker
Andy Walker

Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
We'll ship a late goal,
We always do.

38The Poetry Thread - Page 2 Empty Re: The Poetry Thread Sat Jul 10, 2021 5:00 pm

boltonbonce

boltonbonce
Nat Lofthouse
Nat Lofthouse

One of my favourite poets, Charles Bukowski. Not the best of men, but a great writer.

39The Poetry Thread - Page 2 Empty Re: The Poetry Thread Sat Jul 10, 2021 5:17 pm

Sluffy

Sluffy
Admin

Mary had a iron cow

She milked it with a spanner

The milk came out in shilling tins

And small ones for a tanner.

(Anon)

40The Poetry Thread - Page 2 Empty Re: The Poetry Thread Sat Jul 10, 2021 5:32 pm

boltonbonce

boltonbonce
Nat Lofthouse
Nat Lofthouse

Sluffy wrote:Mary had a iron cow

She milked it with a spanner

The milk came out in shilling tins

And small ones for a tanner.

(Anon)
I'd be 'Anon' if I'd written that. Very Happy

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