Yo! Poetry Comp. Rules Clarification Thingy Thread

[Byron]

Anyone know where I can get some decaf. Karma?

It is not a matter of how long is a piece of string? It's a question of how long is my personal tether?

[mickey_one]

Poetry my arse. Fun my arse. Why does every f***ing thread on this forum become a diatribe.

I think it was Neil Innes who sang "how sweet to be an idiot". I agree with whoever it was. Any arguing on the Board just passes me by and I remain wholly sweet and doubly wholly innocent.

The comp. is indeed fun and will remain so depsite what anyone else does or says.

I am currently on a dietribe and have lost several pounds in the last few months and now weigh my least for over 10 years. I have also switched my main pain from left knee to right shoulder and look forward enthusiastically to a different operation for a change.

Are you coming to the Barbican, Irish fella?

[Diane]

Michael, if you lose any more weight people will look skywards and exclaim, "behold yonder loveable rogue floating on high!".

When do you want these pomes in by? Personages such as myself who are deadline-driven need to know these things.

[mickey_one]

Michael, if you lose any more weight people will look skywards and say, "behold yonder loveable rogue floating on high!".

When do you want these pomes in by? Personages such as myself who are deadline-driven need to know these things.

the latest i can wake up to the pleasure of your company is Monday 48th August


btw, if "behold yonder loveable rogue floating on high!" is your first line, I can't imagine you not winning

behold yonder loveable rogue floating on high!
give me the dosh
or I blow you sky-high
said
Leonard

note the repetitio of "high"
note the random
split
ting
of lines

WE AHVE A WINNER!!!

NOTE THE typos
NOte the ranDOM USe of(capiTALS) and (brac)kets

[mickey_one]

Anyone know where I can get some decaf. Karma?

It is not a matter of how long is a piece of string? It's a question of how long is my personal tether?

as my kids would say, "yeah, what tether"

[Byron]

Oh it's alright for you to sit there in your post-war prefab, counting your carrot drills and admiring yer rhubarb, with a glass of Double Diamond in your weather beaten gnarled hands, but some of us have tethers. There are groups of people who band together to share tattooses, eggplant cuttings and old Anfield carpark tickets, but others are condemned to a life wiv tethers. Not for us the jolly times to be had hurling ourselves off the Big One at Blackpool or throwing ourselves beneath the wheels of an out of control Scalextric racer, no, we must struggle on under (there's a lovely mix of over and under for you boyo) the weight of our tethers, green, red stripes, cut by the metre, for the use of. Scoff if you must, jest if you want, cackle if you can, but let me proclaim my possession of my own personal tether. It's mine, I tell you, mine, and it's looking a tad threadbare...

[Alan Alda]

B~

I don't know if this helps, but when I hook up my dog Sara in her leash I call it: "plugging her in" and of course when it comes off I "unplug" her.
I think the problem for the most part is that some particular dogs get their leashes tangled up in too many others' leashes and think it is okay to do that, whereas most others think that it is rude and makes moving about freely and at will a near impossibility. I'm going nowhere with this and have had no coffee yet... I may comeback and refute it all

cheer up mate (but only if you Feel like it ),
L

[Byron]

A good analogy.

[mickey_one]

Oh it's alright for you to sit there in your post-war prefab, counting your carrot drills and admiring yer rhubarb, with a glass of Double Diamond in your weather beaten gnarled hands, but some of us have tethers. There are groups of people who band together to share tattooses, eggplant cuttings and old Anfield carpark tickets, but others are condemned to a life wiv tethers. Not for us the jolly times to be had hurling ourselves off the Big One at Blackpool or throwing ourselves beneath the wheels of an out of control Scalextric racer, no, we must struggle on under (there's a lovely mix of over and under for you boyo) the weight of our tethers, green, red stripes, cut by the metre, for the use of. Scoff if you must, jest if you want, cackle if you can, but let me proclaim my possession of my own personal tether. It's mine, I tell you, mine, and it's looking a tad threadbare...

I have decided to grow vegetables, it may not be this year, knowing me- it may not be next year, but I tell you, John, vegetables I will grow. however, I do not think your description above will fit me, my house, or my garden.

[Red Poppy]

Mickey
I'm barred from polite society
so won't be there!
RP

[mickey_one]

Mickey
I'm barred from polite society
so won't be there!
RP

I AM the Bar, so I can help you if you so wish, or together we can take the Bar out of Barbican, so many choices, so many weak puns...

[Red Poppy]

So have you joined Tennyson in crossing the bar?

[mickey_one]

So have you joined Tennyson in crossing the bar?

too many Christian connotations in that poem, for my taste, but at least the form is a simple four quatrain stanzas rhyming ABAB. but when I do die I will let you know.