Poets Corner

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Do not be posting your comments in the poets corner but keep it pure as it should only contain such wonderful works as "Ode to wildman"

Gordon i am little worried i feel that was heart felt but i fshould tell you I am a married man and i have already done all of experimenting with Al.

Ps PMSL

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Typical Irish (North & South) it can only happen in an irish carp site.

The english sites are the usual pucker mate, bla bla

On the Irish site we all think we are becketts, Yeats and Heaney's (Greatest Irish poet because he is from the North).

Subject: Re: Poets Corner Thu Jun 26 2008, 23:01

Heaney is the kiddie alright,

I could still rattle off his Mid Term Break,

'I sat all morning in the college sick bay, counting bells, knelling classes to a close.
At two o clock our neighbours drove me home.....................

... a four foot box, a foot for every year"

Top man, well deserved the Nobel a few years back.
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I'm getting into posting Joined : 21 Feb 2008 Posts : 75

The Worm Turns.

A quiet Sunday afternoon, away from town and work
Scatter all the groundbait down, relax with rod and hook
But as the worm he wriggles round he dreams of just one wish
The angler would fall into the pond and get eaten by the fish.

Specimen Hunter Age : 43 Joined : 31 Jul 2007 Posts : 457

Shattered Dreams by Paul Gillett.
The carp anglers of today are a breed of their own
They sit by a lake rods, bivvy, net, mobile phone,
During the summer it’s a wonderful time
Sitting with mates drinking coffee beer and wine
Waiting quietly for that elusive buzz and to for fill your dream
Better still one hell of a scream,
We sit in our own little world giving it a try
Watching and waiting as the world drifts by
Hoping and praying the peace will be shattered
With the only thing at that time that matters,
That the alarm screams and your spools spin round
And all of a sudden your heart begins to pound
It’s nice in the summer but that has to pass
As in comes winter with an icy blast,
This is were people think we are mad
Maybe some think we are even sad
But nothing really changes except for the weather!
We will sit there in our bivvy in rain and snow
When that happens its nice to have people there that you know,
But the feelings the same just a bit more hardship
Waiting for a scream and the line to strip
All of a sudden the world you are in disappears like you have been to sleep
As you get that one single beep,
Its raining hailing cold as hell
And then you realize your kettles boiling as well
You go to switch the stove off but before you do
Your alarm makes another bleep like its watching you,
You race to the rod, hit it and you are met
With a tightening of the line and you forget about the wet
The fish starts to move and scream across the lake
Congratulations mate you have got a winter take,
Your heart starts to pound as the fight starts
Its raining and freezing now people really do think you’re daft
As you rushed out you forgot your coat, oh well you will just get soaked
All your worried about is the fish that’s all that matters,
It runs left then right and pulls like a carp
Now getting cold and wet does not seem so daft
Your soaked to the skin and very wet
But that does not matter as you grab your net
The fish it tires and moves ever closer!
This is the moment when you think the worst
Will it get off with a short sharp burst?
So you ease off the strain and play it real slow
O bloody hell it’s now beginning to snow
Then all of a sudden you see its back
And its dawned on you and it is a fact,
That you’re wet, cold, soaked and it’s not your dream
And all you have is a four pound bream!
Dejected and cold you free it and put it back
Your dreams are shattered but its worse than that,
The kettle was still boiling and now is dry
With a hole in the bottom you think why o why
But as a carp angler the first thing you do
Is re-cast the rod like all good carp anglers do,
Even though your dreams have been shattered and you may catch flu
But all carp anglers believe DREAMS CAN COME TRUE
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Subject: Re: Poets Corner Wed Jul 23 2008, 22:35

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I'm getting into posting Joined : 21 Feb 2008 Posts : 75

Resume

Dorothy Parker

Razors pain you,
Rivers are damp,
Acid stains you,
And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren't lawfull,
Nooses give,
Gas smells awfull,
You might as well live.......

Subject: Re: Poets Corner Thu Jul 24 2008, 09:24

The bitter end

He grabbed me round my slender neck.

I could not call or scream.

He dragged me to his dingy room.

Where he could not be seen.

He stripped away my flimsy wrap.

And looked upon my form.

I was so cold and damp and scared.

While he was hot and warm.

He pressed his feverish lips to mine.

I could not make him stop.

He drained me of my very self.

I gave him every drop.

He made me what I am today.

That’s why you see me here.

An empty bottle thrown away

That once was filled with beer!

Specimen Hunter Age : 43 Joined : 31 Jul 2007 Posts : 457

A WOMAN’S POEM:
Before I lay me down to sleep,
I pray for a man, who's not a creep,
One who's handsome, smart and strong.
One who loves to listen long,
One who thinks before he speaks,
One who'll call, not wait for weeks.
I pray he's gainfully employed,
When I spend his cash, won't be annoyed.
Pulls out my chair and opens my door.
Massages my back and begs to do more.
Oh! Send me a man who'll make love to my mind,
Knows what to answer to 'how big is my
behind?'
I pray that this man will love me to no end,
And always be my very best friend.

A MAN'S POEM:
I pray for a deaf-mute gymnast nymphomaniac with
huge boobs who owns
a bar on a golf course, and loves to send me fishing
and drinking. This doesn't rhyme and I don't give a ****. The End
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