Friday Poetry Corner (slight return)

[n5gooner]

Aye N5

And heres one for us ...


Every year is the same
And I feel it again,
I'm a loser - no chance to win.
Leaves start falling,
Come down is calling,
Loneliness starts sinking in.

But I'm one.
I am one.
And I can see
That this is me,
And I will be,
You'll all see
I'm the one.

I got a Gibson
Without a case
But I can't get that even tanned look on my face.
Ill fitting clothes
I blend in the crowd,
Fingers so clumsy
Voice too loud.

But I'm one.

such a pure lyrical song.... thanks Alf - I can hear it now playing through my head....I now know what I'll have on the CD player on the way home.....

[AlfredJPruffock]

hello Mr AJP. Here is a poem for the Pruffock Tobacco Industries Ltd.

How Hard Is It?


How hard is it to in a bikini Mt Everest climb?
It's not as hard as quitting smoking
How hard is it to find a word that with orange does rhyme?
It's not as hard as quitting smoking

How hard is it to fly freely like a bird cross the sky
It's not as hard as quitting smoking
How hard is it to never, ever die
It's not as hard as quitting smoking

How hard is it to swim up Niagara Falls
It's not as hard as quitting smoking
How hard is it to juggle ten thousand balls
It's not as hard as quitting smoking

How hard is it to read every book that's been written
It's not as hard as quitting smoking
How hard is it to give birth to a kitten
It's not as hard as quitting smoking

How hard is it to eat a rhino for tea
It's not as hard as quitting smoking
How easy is it to take a walk by the sea?
It's as easy as quitting smoking

(Sydney, Australia - 2004)

Alessandra Liverani

Jings Franko


I didnt expect that kind of socialist propaganda from your good self, you know Ive got a tobacco empire to run !!!!

Good contribution, BTW I was going to fly to Milan this weekend but cancelled due to the industrial action, yep Italy is on strike again.

[AlfredJPruffock]

I for one would not lie down and die - go for it kick and screem then die....that is for I

Aye N5

And heres one for us ...


Every year is the same
And I feel it again,
I'm a loser - no chance to win.
Leaves start falling,
Come down is calling,
Loneliness starts sinking in.

But I'm one.
I am one.
And I can see
That this is me,
And I will be,
You'll all see
I'm the one.

I got a Gibson
Without a case
But I can't get that even tanned look on my face.
Ill fitting clothes
I blend in the crowd,
Fingers so clumsy
Voice too loud.

But I'm one.

[Francko]

hello Mr AJP. Here is a poem for the Pruffock Tobacco Industries Ltd.

How Hard Is It?


How hard is it to in a bikini Mt Everest climb?
It's not as hard as quitting smoking
How hard is it to find a word that with orange does rhyme?
It's not as hard as quitting smoking

How hard is it to fly freely like a bird cross the sky
It's not as hard as quitting smoking
How hard is it to never, ever die
It's not as hard as quitting smoking

How hard is it to swim up Niagara Falls
It's not as hard as quitting smoking
How hard is it to juggle ten thousand balls
It's not as hard as quitting smoking

How hard is it to read every book that's been written
It's not as hard as quitting smoking
How hard is it to give birth to a kitten
It's not as hard as quitting smoking

How hard is it to eat a rhino for tea
It's not as hard as quitting smoking
How easy is it to take a walk by the sea?
It's as easy as quitting smoking

(Sydney, Australia - 2004)

Alessandra Liverani

[n5gooner]

I for one would not lie down and die - go for it kick and screem then die....that is for I

[AlfredJPruffock]

Welcome back my friends to the show that never ends.


As Mr Best struggles with his last breath, we should reflect that Death comes to us all ... but should we accept it gently ?


Dylan Thomas suggests not ...


Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night


Do not go gentle into that good night
Old age should burn and rave at close of day
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on that sad height
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Dylan Thomas