Friday Poetry Corner: Isn't Life Strange ?

[EternalOptimist]

Ah Fleety. where are you now

I've got a little black book with my poems in.
Got a bag with a toothbrush and a comb in.
When I'm a good dog, they sometimes throw me a bone in.

I got elastic bands keepin my shoes on.
Got those swollen hand blues.
Got thirteen channels of tulip on the T.V. to choose from.
I've got electric light.
And I've got second sight.
And amazing powers of observation.
And that is how I know
When I try to get through
On the telephone to you
There'll be nobody home.

I've got the obligatory Hendrix perm.
And the inevitable pinhole burns
All down the front of my favorite satin shirt.
I've got nicotine stains on my fingers.
I've got a silver spoon on a chain.
I've got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains.

I've got wild staring eyes.
And I've got a strong urge to fly.
But I got nowhere to fly to.
Ooooh, Babe when I pick up the phone


There's still nobody home.

[oracleslave]

As it is friday...

Women and song now are all very fine
but there isn’t a lot to compare
to the various, glorious fruits of the vine
put in bottles, and just over there.

Savour the vintage of ’79
that’s the best in the world, and it shows.
(It’s really no better than cheap turpentine
with a vastly inferior nose.)

Saccharomyces seems quite anodyne
but sugar’s converting itself
to flavours God gave us to ensure when we dine
that we toast everybody: Your health!

[AlfredJPruffock]

Nations , religions , economies may come and go but the Friday Poetry corner remains eternal.

Dedicated to the Memory of our dear friend Fleet



Isn't Life strange ?

-A turn of the page
Can read like before

Can we ask for more ?

Each day passes by
How hard man will try

The sea will not wait
You know it makes me want to cry

Isn't Love strange ?

-A word we arrange
With no thought or care

- Maker of despair

Each breath that we breathe
With love we must weave

To make us as one

You know
it makes me
want
to cry


Isn't Time strange ?


A turn of the page
A book without light

Unless with love we write

To throw it away -
To lose just a day

The quicksand of Time

You know
it makes me
want
to cry