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The soppiest one I've done

You Sleep On

 

Our hands touch

You close your eyes

I whisper I love you

You sleep on.

 

Your touch relights my memories

The day you said I do

The smile of our newborn son

Tiny fingers clutching ours.

 

The first nervous steps

Hands reaching out

The lead in the school play

A son we are so proud.

 

The years they pass

The memories always remain

You drift back and forth

As against the odds you fight.

 

You smile as our hands touch

You close your eyes

I hear you whisper I love you

You sleep on.

 

And I wait.

 

 

beautiful

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Posted

I bought Reqeium for a Doomed Youth the other week. Some photos not for the weak hearted.

It also tells the stories of the war poets.

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Posted

Into my heart an air that kills
From yon far country blows:
What are those blue remembered hills,
What spires, what farms are those?

That is the land of lost content,
I see it shining plain,
The happy highways where I went
And cannot come again.

Posted

I bought Reqeium for a Doomed Youth the other week. Some photos not for the weak hearted.

It also tells the stories of the war poets.

I downloaded the war poems of Siegfried Sassoon free from kindle a month or two back. I think the imagery that some of the poems conjure up really do give some vivid snapshots of the horror of war. I think it's the not only the waste of life but the waste of youth, or the loss of youth, for the survivors that is so sad in many of these poems.

Posted

Boom boom boom,

Boom boom boom.

Boom boom boom....

Boom boom boom.

Baldricks work is very under appreciated I feel. Here is another one of his gems.

Hear the words I sing,

War's a horrid thing,

So I sing sing sing...ding-a-ling-a-ling.

Posted

Baldricks work is very under appreciated I feel. Here is another one of his gems.

Hear the words I sing,

War's a horrid thing,

So I sing sing sing...ding-a-ling-a-ling.

That's an absolute gem...

Posted

There was an young man named Zingari

Who only talked in Polari

He talked on his own

Or with some omi-palone

In the back of a four seat Ferrari

 

While driving one day

He saw Bone Dog, he’s gay

Oh Dog you look bona my friend

Oo ta said he, could you give it to me

I’m fagged out so give us a lend

 

They went for buvares

They danced and they parlez’d

Till Boney could stand it no more

Oh my said Zing, with a wry little grin

Let’s go to the cottage next door

 

Bonaroo! shouted Bone

Lets take them all home

To the delight of all who was there

We’ll play till dawn while suppressing a yawn

And hoping they all get their share

Posted

I admire the effort and thought gome into that.

 

I have done another poem inspired by my unfortunate viewing of part of the jeremy Kyle show. I have to post it on my blog first which may be tricky because of difficulty with light and typing.

Posted

Foxestalk

 

Oh Foxestalk.

Lamby stalk.

Others baulk.

 

Football Forum.

No decorum.

Can't Score 'em.

 

Ticket to travel.

Trav'll Travel?

Tickets unravel.

 

General chat.

Welcome mat.

I'll have that!

 

Footie 'n' sport.

No report.

Come to naught.

 

PC 'n' games.

Know FIFA names.

P***ing shames.

 

Music Forum.

1D adore 'em.

Must ignore 'em.

 

Support Feedback?

Speaker stack?

Load of cack!

 

It's a lark.

Bright spark.

Thanks Mark!

Posted

I could have sworn there was a love ode in here earlier involving myself. If I dreamt it I won't be happy.

You weren't dreaming , It's been removed by the author cuz he thought we'd be offended :D

Posted

CHAV PHILOSOPHY

Your boyfriend is sleeping with his best friend’s wife.

You believe your father has been gay all his life.

You think your girlfriend is the street whore.

You suspect your husband is the worlds worst bore.

 

The secrets you have you would never tell.

Or air your dirty laundry, to the world scream and yell.

Keep it to yourself, no-one must ever know.

Although you are perfect for the Jeremy Kyle Show.

Posted

You weren't dreaming , It's been removed by the author cuz he thought we'd be offended :D

 

I thought it was quite good and wasn't offended lol Although I must add that if me and you were the only two human survivors of the apocalypse and we stumbled upon a Tesco warehouse full of champagne crates and Haddock and Sweet Potato Gratin ready meals, then I still don't think anything untoward would happen.

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There was an young man named Zingari

Who only talked in Polari

He talked on his own

Or with some omi-palone

In the back of a four seat Ferrari

 

While driving one day

He saw Bone Dog, he’s gay

Oh Dog you look bona my friend

Oo ta said he, could you give it to me

I’m fagged out so give us a lend

 

They went for buvares

They danced and they parlez’d

Till Boney could stand it no more

Oh my said Zing, with a wry little grin

Let’s go to the cottage next door

 

Bonaroo! shouted Bone

Lets take them all home

To the delight of all who was there

We’ll play till dawn while suppressing a yawn

And hoping they all get their share

Restored by popular demand :D

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