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Pink Lippy
22-May-05, 19:04
G8 Diversion
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Onwards and Upwards,
Dreamed young Kelly Woodward,
As she motored through Newlands of Geise,
Emotions uprising,
Of passions surprising,
A decade's ambition unleashed.
Ahead with her dream,
A return home unseen,
To unhook the virgin white fleece,
No lambs to be butchered,
Young minds yet unruptured,
A vegan campaigning for peace.
Ok, I have read this poem half a dozen times and I still don't get it. What is it about? Exactly what point are you trying to make? Do you want us all to become sheep-loving vegan peaceniks? Why don't you just say what you mean? Seriously! :)
Maybe I just don't understand the point of poetry. Can anyone help?
Oh, and a piece of advice, don't give up the day job just yet. :D
Ok, I have read this poem half a dozen times and I still don't get it. What is it about? Exactly what point are you trying to make? Do you want us all to become sheep-loving vegan peaceniks? Why don't you just say what you mean? Seriously! :)
Maybe I just don't understand the point of poetry. Can anyone help?
Oh, and a piece of advice, don't give up the day job just yet. :D
Phew!!!! Thank goodness DrSzin, I have done the same as you, read it a few times, and I was very confused, thanks again my friend, I thought I was becoming senile before my time
~~Tides~~
27-May-05, 21:09
You make of it what you make of it. You cant get someone to explain it. That would make it pointless. Although I to, dont have a scoobie what you are on about, the wording is quite nice. :)
Pink Lippy
28-May-05, 02:29
Over and under,
Under and over,
Weaving a web of intrigue,
Poor DrSzin,
Thinks he's the Big Yin,
Sincerely, he's out of his league.
Like a lamb to the slaughter,
Won't give up like he oughtta,
Poor Szin sees no wood for his trees,
Like the rest of his brood,
His posting is rude,
It's no more than unmetered sleaze.
Thank goodness for Tides,
Without sneering asides,
He praises the subtlest of arts,
Not sure about Golach,
Just like a young bullock,
He looks, gets confused, then departs.
You are wasting your time pink lippy
Dr Szin does not like poetry and doesnt get it - he has no soul!!!!!
Poetry either touches you or it doesnt - there is no logic to it. At least this rhymes which some would say is a relief although i dont mind either way.
Pink Lippy
29-May-05, 23:32
Souled for Words
Words fail me
When I recall my days
Walking on the cold Scrabster Braes
The wind whistling in my hair
Cold
Damning
But it freshens my mind
My mither has the tea ready
When I get home
It's warming but unkind
To to my heart
Which
Beats
Ever
More
Gently
As I age
Disgracefully
In the eve' it's the beer
In the Royal
With the deer
Which were 'ere
In my youth
Where are they now?
Yes, where are they now?
My friends, my mates
And the bullies
Who waited
At the school gates
And drove me away
But my soul is intact
In Hampshire, perhaps
My mind is in Motherwell
Yes
She is
My mother
Well
I shall return
To join her
We shall be soulmates
Again
For ever
Upon Scrabster Braes
Amen.
Margaret M.
30-May-05, 04:21
Oh, and a piece of advice, don't give up the day job just yet.
I disagree, however you may want to change the name, it's kinda hard to take a poet named Pinky Lips seriously.
Pink Lippy
08-Jun-05, 00:29
Equal Rights
Like most girls, you are right,
But I work through the night,
Entertaining my clients,
I sleep through the day,
In the evening I pray,
For good poems rather than science.
No, it's not what you think,
It's my brain that is pink,
My opinions are often quite lippy,
But don't rule me out,
When I flutter and pout,
I'm The Boss, and I'm reputedly nippy.
Copyright Pink Lippy Scenterprises, June 08, MMV.
All rights reserved, copyleft to the world. Gnu know it makes scents.
Reproduce and enjoy freely.
Luv Pink Lippy
George Brims
08-Jun-05, 01:14
What I got out of the first poem, though I didn't think much of it, is that the writer doesn't want us to eat lamb. Well she can forget that. It's far too tasty to give up.
Anyway, as the late, great Vincent Price said, "Haven't you ever heard a lettuce scream?"
Bloody vegans.
Pink Lippy has burst into prose,
peddling her cryptic cause,
DrSzin isn't impressed
With the poem, not the issue that's dressed
She hijacks a thread with all intent
to scorn us all wi' nowt too relevent,
She trawls old threads for stuff to use,
Rehashed for us to all peruse.
she should try harder or stop the guff
Before it gets a little too rough
She's nae dab hand at the old poetry,
but doesnae quite know it, eh?
champagnebaby
08-Jun-05, 02:20
Haha [lol] Nice one rheghead!! :lol: :lol:
How long'd it take you to think up that one?
Not sure about Golach,
Just like a young bullock,
He looks, gets confused, then departs.
Pink Libby.
At my age to be compared to a "Young Bullock", even though I get confused, I take that as a compliment.
And as one who has lived at the top o the Scrabster braes and fell down them also, I am now begining to see where you are coming from.
She hijacks a thread with all intent
to scorn us all wi' nowt too relevent,
She trawls old threads for stuff to use,
Rehashed for us to all peruse.
Er, how can you hijack your own thread? And I don't see anything that's been rehashed from old threads. :confused
I tell you, poetry engenders trouble. It should be illegal. Lock up the pair o' 'em, I say. Let them indulge in their assonance in private. ;)
Or perhaps a little amphigouri might be more appropriate:
From the depth of the dreamy decline of the dawn through a notable nimbus of nebulous noonshine,
Pallid and pink as the palm of the flag-flower that flickers with fear of the flies as they float,
Are they looks of our lovers that lustrously lean from a marvel of mystic miraculous moonshine,
These that we feel in the blood of our blushes that thicken and threaten with throbs through the throat?
(From Swinburne's Nephelidia (http://www.poeticbyway.com/xswinburne.htm#nephel))
I quite like alliterative nonsense. It's good for the soul. Well, it might be if I had one. :D
Poetry either touches you or it doesnt - there is no logic to it. At least this rhymes which some would say is a relief although i dont mind either way.
Summer skies are blue
In Wick down at the Camps Bar
The air is also
Sun shines children play
Behind mask of mobile phone
They bully by text
Holiday is here
For those who make deep freezes
It is a long one
I think thats a great imporvement on whats been posted here so far
I think thats a great imporvement on whats been posted here so far
Self Rhegulation
Sanctimony, acrimony,
Tis not my song.
Presumption, assumption,
You got me all wrong.
Protagonist, antagonist,
Those simply not me.
Delicate advocate
I hope you'll agree?
Windup merchant, forum insurgent,
Tis tiresome to hear.
Upsetting , blood letting
Is iresome, I fear.
Stiirrer, slurrer,
I do not accept
Condescending and thread bending?
O'er the line, I've stepped
Hasteness on Caitness,
I am guilty of blurting.
Rashful now bashful,
I don't mean to be hurting...
Awwww
Rheghead you are just sadly misunderstood [lol]
Thank you pink lippy,
you've brightened my day
brought me some laughter
when the world looked grey
Even doc szin with his science
which i believe makes him bias
Against illogical dreams
has waxed lyrical it seems
And others are prompted to rhyme
who otherwise wouldn't have the time
so carry on versing
our senses emmersing
bringing sunshine into this cold clime.
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