Thu 20th Dec 2007 15:03
Hey! Bloody well done last week (I'm now feeling quite proud of the not-exactly-impressed response I triggered to my nob monologue). I love your slam rant - I had one too as soon as I got home, mine's called Dying on Your Arse. Thinking about it, maybe you should re-title your poem 'Small Nob Syndrome' - it usually sparks this type of power-tripping behaviour. I think it's highly likely he wanted a piece of Walker action and knew he didn't stand a chance - he sounds like he probably does a bit of doorman work when he's not 'judging'.
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Original item by Hilary Walker
Thu 20th Dec 2007 14:49
Cheers Dave - I've stopped sulking now, it went so badly it's actually quite funny! If it's fancy dress then I'll do it again (I've got a robin outfit made out of teddy bear fur - it even has a fur balaclava with built-in beak. It's most excellent).
Merry Christmas to ya.
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Original item by London Writers Cafe
Thu 20th Dec 2007 13:50
Thanks everybody. I came to Belfast for a week in the early seventies and it was not a pretty sight. A year or two a go my wife and I spent three weeks touring Ireland north and south. Belfast, Dublin and the rest of the island were all charming, lively and welcoming.
Thirty years ago I heard twisted garbage from all sides when the 'troubles' were interpreted through a range of different bigotries and hatreds. Let us hope that the prospects of growing peace and prosperity are not knocked off course by new objects of contempt. Passionate Irish peopple have a capacity for great art, love and creativity. When they choose to be negative, they can be vile. Here's to a positive future, building on a pleasant present.
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Original item by Malpoet
Thu 20th Dec 2007 13:38
All my bubbles made a curly wave,
Now Wayne Bent has emptied Elvis' grave,
Oh, I believe in yesterdave.
I'm not half the man I used to be,
They shot me in the Old Town street you see,
Oh, yesterdave came suddenly.
Had to go I don't know, we didn't pay.
Some thin thong, now I long for yesterdave.
Spotty doge are so much fun to play,
Now I need a place to hide away,
Oh, I just heave in yesterdave's.
Had to go I don't know, now we must pay.
Something strong, now I mourn in yesterdave.
A UFO came and took their minds away
Now Branson flies them if they want to pay
The clowns all live in yesterdaves.
With apologies to the Bugs.
Sorry your Messiahship Michael Trevasser. Put a Bent word in for me with your Father when he gets his watch fixed.
Comment is about Desert Scorn (blog)
Thu 20th Dec 2007 12:24
I shot the sheriff but I did not shoot his secretary. Oh my, Toto, this doesn't look like Kansas. Hello Dave. What are you doing, Dave? Richard Branson -- flying monkeys! What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her? Bang on the button again, Mr Malpoet!
Thu 20th Dec 2007 01:20
Malcom, as always you teach me new things! I loved the story/poem you do such great poems! thanks
Wed 19th Dec 2007 23:21
Kevin - thank you for the great comment!
Yes, we all have to play our own tune if comes to life. The melody not always is well synchronized with our wants or wishes ...ETC...But life goes on...So "Play for me the sweet melody" it is actually great phrase for this entire write!!
I believe that life is priceless gift - love is the most important of all feelings in human life.
Thanks a lot for your time to read this...Zuzanna
Comment is about A POET SONG (blog)
Original item by Zuzanna Musial
Wed 19th Dec 2007 22:39
Hello Zuzanna. Welcome to the wonderful world of 'Write Out Loud'. More and more people are subscribing to this site which is wonderful. Every contribution to the discussion thread, or poetic submission, is appreciated by its audience. There are some wonderful poets' within this site who perhaps don't contribute as much as they should or as we would like. Keep writing. It keeps us all feeling young and vibrant.
Comment is about Zuzanna Musial (Poet profile)
Wed 19th Dec 2007 20:39
Tearing earth ripped a hard
working fishing town apart.
and in the scar grew sunbeds.
I am totally in awe of those lines, Malcolm. My own hometown is now a thriving hub for tourists, but in the dark days we never heard a foreign accent. And some people here actually despise them for coming here in peace time... as if they should be ashamed of themselves for not coming while we were killing one another.
Wed 19th Dec 2007 20:23
The music of life is the sweetest tune ever played. The music of love, love for one another and love of God.
Excellent poem, Zuzanna.
Wed 19th Dec 2007 19:58
Had he been able to write, Tony Hancock could have written this.
Or me, another sad clown.
Good stuff, Pete.
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Wed 19th Dec 2007 17:29
Daniel! Great write! Lots of creative thinking in this write. Loved the metamorphosis you have implemented in your write!!
"Words tattoo my soul
Everything I have ever written is who I am
They are a better representation of myself.
Than this fragile body,
than my words spoken,
Which are the things you want to hear me say
they are the token things I say everyday
I choose the words I write carefully
With anger love pain and poise
These words are my choice
Between actor and person
My voice comes from my poems
They are not just noise they speak for me.
The same skin as me "
Comment is about words tattoo my soul and quotations (blog)
Original item by Daniel Hooks
Wed 19th Dec 2007 17:25
Well written winter poem, sounds like in Canada...Cold icicles hanging from the roof too and the prints in the snow too...Smile... Loved you cute muse...Zuzanna
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Wed 19th Dec 2007 17:21
Hello Malpoet, nice meeting you...I like the write and how you described the tragic situation in AGADIR. This is perhaps based on reality. Sad as it is, that some places are being touched by terrible disasters...Your poem shows that very well. Great write, however very sad....Thank you...Zuzanna
Wed 19th Dec 2007 17:12
Thank you Clarissa for taking your time to read my poem. This poem was actually written as a competition to a Challenge in poetry, the phrase was 'Sweet Music Play For Me"- It became one of my favorite pieces...Thank you...Zuzanna
Wed 19th Dec 2007 17:08
Good thought in your writing! Not sure if only Poland would be the Champion in smoking in that matter as I found Europe in general people are heavy smokers there. When traveling through European country I was basically chocked by the smokers...Smile I wished the people responsible for the Health -doctors should do something about that! You brought good point in your write. Smoking shall be banned.
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Wed 19th Dec 2007 16:45
This is a very nice poem! I love the song Vivaldi created, its one of the best ever.great job on the poem!
Wed 19th Dec 2007 12:18
Thank you for your kind words on this poem. I am really pleased you enjoyed it.
This poem was written by drawing together all the variuos stands contained in societties ratrace. It is sad to think that the contents within this piece of work actually exists in our world.
Getting feedback like this gies me a real buzz.
Thank you once again and have a Merry Christmas.
Comment is about Remember me at Christmas Time (blog)
Original item by Phil Golding
Wed 19th Dec 2007 12:03
Hi Clarissa, The story contained in this poem is an observational commenton the layers of our society. I actually wrote it at our local baths, whilst my son was having a great time with his mates in the water, sitting in the small cafe area.
I havent read any news of this type of life endured my so many. When i read it I feel blessed, yet sad for those left behind in this rat race we call society.
Thanks for you comments on this piece
Have a wonderful Christmas
Wed 19th Dec 2007 11:50
Thank you or your feed back. Yes its annoying that Dads are almost always right. With some of my poetry I try to put myself in ficticiuos situatons.
Really pleased you liked it
Have a lovely Christmas
Comment is about 2 X Girls = Don't (blog)
Wed 19th Dec 2007 10:29
Thank you Zuzanna.
Comment is about Guilty (blog)
Wed 19th Dec 2007 09:47
Thanks Kevin. Yes, like a merket or the internet it did sort of write itself to begin with, but then I revised it and shortened it. Yet another case of meddling that may have made things worse rather than better. ;-)
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Wed 19th Dec 2007 02:53
Nice meeting you and thank you for the warm welcome, Kevin is my friend too. He emailed me about this lovely site. Pleased to meet you and all the other Poets and Poetess as well. ---Now let’s go to the business. You’re "So Long since I have laughed" poem - prompts sympathy for you… But reading it further I came to realize that it was just a muse...Great write. It is important to have a good laughter. Day with out of a good laugh it is a lost day. I am sure you are aware of that! Thank you for sharing your art in writing...Zuzanna
Wed 19th Dec 2007 02:38
Malcom, she has nice legs! so true the streets can take a nice person and change them into such a sad person.
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Wed 19th Dec 2007 02:36
Bubo, this is wonderful!
Comment is about I Think I Love You More Than Chocolate (blog)
Original item by Bubo
Wed 19th Dec 2007 02:35
Zuzanna, this is very nice. I wanted to be an archeaologist when I was a kid, I was always fasinated by the same things.great poem!
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Wed 19th Dec 2007 02:32
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Wed 19th Dec 2007 02:31
hum I felt this way a few times, its a nice poem.
Wed 19th Dec 2007 02:21
Hi Zuzanna, I love your poems and the way you think! I have some similar to yours, ah wonderful poems thanks!
Wed 19th Dec 2007 01:57
Hi Bubo, I remember an owel with your name! I like your poems they flow very well and you have a great talent or a wonderful muse!
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Wed 19th Dec 2007 01:55
If its enough to say that I like it, then good! I feel like I understand it, seems to be a longing for more and a fear at the same time,so much of this in life. Its a nice poem, if this is real feelings say the words, it helps at times to speak!
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Original item by Arthur Matthew
Wed 19th Dec 2007 01:42
Zuzanna. May I extend a warm welcome to you. It is great to meet people here. Like Kevin I have met a lot of super people on the internet. I think poetry sites like this one are fantastic. Its better in real life though! If only we could ALL meet up!
Wed 19th Dec 2007 00:48
You know it does not have to be this way. ah its my day off, I had a wonderful christmas party I have a had a few drinks, putting the tree up. life is good for the most part xx me
Comment is about Microwave Michael (blog)
Tue 18th Dec 2007 23:02
I think it is excellent write! You have used a lot of creativity in your poem. It does paint a nice picture for me. Awesome write Daniel....Great work!
Tue 18th Dec 2007 22:04
Night time creatures come out to play
moonlight fear has its way,
I am glad it’s over I hate the dark
But when shadows fall
and the cold moon glows bright
it will happen again in the night
I thought this was Lon Chaney Jr fearing the full moon, when he would turn into the wolf man...
waiting for the sun to rise
I’ll have to wait for the deathly haze to lift
and my loneliness not to disappear but to shift
away in the sun lit day.
I prefer the dark to the sunlight, but I can appreciate fear of the dark.
I like the 'loneliness not to disappear, but to shift' line. Even the sun is no comfort when you're all alone.
Good poem, Daniel.
Tue 18th Dec 2007 19:58
It's amazing that names like Nefertiti are still known thousands of years later, Zuzanna. I vote we start building pyramids for world leaders again.
Imagine if, 2,000 years from now, they found a certain president's mummy... they'd probably think somebody had got in first and stole the brain.
Tue 18th Dec 2007 19:42
Kevin~ Thank you for your awesome comment!
...I think I should live closer to those Pyramids.- No kidding! - I love History about mysterious places. It fascinates after 6000 Thousand years. The discovery of the mummies and the body it is still well preserved-AMAZING!! This, the technology they used at that time will never know in details. Archeaolgy is one of my favorite subjects and thus these places will be often in my writes. Thank you for taking the time to read and place your comment. Appreciated...Zuzanna
Tue 18th Dec 2007 19:37
Curled fingers hold wire
Baskets fold handles
Choices, instant vitamin pills
The atrocious toasts
And the ills of
frozen gravy lazy
chicken ready meal for one
Solid state and silicon
A white Platter
To the vendor
It does not matter
That he is lonely
Michael has embraced
The furious pace
Of the modern man
And his vacant housewife
Lives only in imagination
Yet is real in desire
Like traditional cooking
And coal fires
No time in the modern age
A missing ring 3rd finger
Clinks bars an imaginary cage
Yet there is no escape
From the bland
4 minute wonder
The mini meal cellophane lid
seeps steam when born
a soggy frown
and a palette worn out
yet sharp for the taste
of something real.
- It's amazing the crap we eat nowadays. If it's frozen and it can be microwaved in a couple of minutes, that's our Sunday lunch. Whatever happened to traditional values?
John Cooper Clarke couldn't have written this better, Pete. Wonderful poetry.
Tue 18th Dec 2007 19:31
20 million giga watts of fancy stringy fairy lights
desperately clinging on to slipping tile suburbia
while impoverished consumers
fight for a slice of the action
global warming heat me up
an idiot made power gobbling
Xmas tree lights.
killed a million farm fed feathered friends
and asked we turn the oven down
A rat race bus fuss top piled up tv shite
wintered spray snow delights
of piped rock and roll Xmas tunes
in every god forsaken bauble room
from the unemployed
to the silver spoon
don’t pretend your having fun
let the office party blood run
when the beer boy office joker
spills his cock hard intentions
all over her dress
and wrecks the spotted specs
of the director whom when sober name checks
and when pissed envies his wallet wad
and calls him every name under the sun
I'm sure we can all see ourselves in there somewhere.
The office party often leads to nightmares until Easter.
You have suc a way with words, Pete. Yet another gem.
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Tue 18th Dec 2007 19:25
"You see this lovely fifty note.
I'll roll it nice and tight.
Just sniff the line of powder.
Life will be alright."
"Good evening Miss. Who is this man
whose car you'e leaning in?
You're the lady in the court last week
"He's just a friend." she slurs
and cries. "A friend that's all. I swear."
"You'll know his name then won't you luv.
And know his wife as well."
"OK, OK. Just take me in.
As you will always do.
Take my money and send me back
to pay for gear, my pimp and you."
Lofty ambitions can so easily turn into a road to perdition. This poem would be a great Christmas present for Amy Winehouse.
An excellent flow and a brilliant poem, Malcolm.
Tue 18th Dec 2007 19:19
As the monuments stood
above the ground of Nile River
that rose above the banks
flooding and turning the valleys
into huge lakes~
Making the soil fertile
for new life that emerged
on the highest mounds of Earth
the Egyptian believed
that there was a lily
growing on the peak~
For Ancient Egyptians
the lily was connected
to their God-Nefertiti
the name means
perfect and complete?
Nefertiti was honored
as a harbinger of the Sun
rose from the lily petals
to the new created World
of Ancient Life-Fascinating Place
in Egyptian History found~
- This is a very educational poem, Zuzanna. I wish I had your knowledge of this wonderful subject.
Tue 18th Dec 2007 19:15
A little fatal flaw
I think I love you
More than chocolate
More than those lyrics
In that song you remiss,
Perhaps more than yawning seas
Or buttercup sun’s artery,
Or the softness of God’s breeze
More than mythology, theology or
More than life’s mysteries
Position me wisely
I’ve not far to fall.
The very title of this poem would bring the house down at a poetry recital, Bubo. Now that's what I call true love.
Tue 18th Dec 2007 19:12
I’m not going to roar at seagulls
Scavenging left over pickings
As they flap
Unsettling silence in the air,
Don’t really see me
When careless eyes stare.
Is there an Oliver
In all of us
Asking for more
Palms out flat
Weight of the world on our backs?
Smooth all my worry lines
Smooth my laughter lines
Lift my breasts so they sit just right,
Mold my world
While my toes curl
And Prozac hour arrives
As we develop our swallowing reflex
Guzzling a gallon of God’s water
To wash away the pain
Flood your cosmetic pores
But can’t quite numb the brain,
As I whisper in the mirror
“I don’t think so”
Today, leave me alone.
- This poem would be the star piece at any recital. The words just rolled off my tongue as I read it.
You will go far, Bubo!
Tue 18th Dec 2007 19:07
I pull you into the future
You pull me beyond
I am the adult
I should be strong,
But I’m lying between a sandwich
Of right and wrong
My loss, my son,
Stretching my configurations
Staunch and stem
To a society that will bend
Allow us to blend
In a museum of transgenders.
Judge not my child
For she came from God
I her mother
Shall be the road she is standing on
As I journey into her eyes,
Cradle the tears
Bind the ties,
I shall be the society
That shall accept
As we follow the path down
Grappling to stay in control,
But losing a foothold
On her precious soul.
- A mother's love is a blessing. You write absolutely sublime poetry, Bubo. I won't pretend I understand it all - some of it is way above my head: as all great poetry should be.
Tue 18th Dec 2007 19:02
Call me damaged, call me strange
I am not this woman you claim,
But for you
Perhaps I could spread my legs
Take out those dead
In your imagination
You’re ever possessiveness that you are blinded
Think of me
While she waits for the exorcism of your hate.
Good ole catholic boy
Judge me, judge my heart
Splintering glass across years of suffocation
Until light of lies will shine past
Alone you will stand, calling yourself a man
Amongst debris and disease,
That you call your life.
- WOW! CLASSIC STUFF, BUBO!
You're following in the footsteps of Seamus Heaney - only a brave poet would dare to do that. Fantastic!
Tue 18th Dec 2007 17:22
Bubo - This is great write. Lots of metamorphosis in your romantic write. I loved the entire muse. Your creativity shines! 'I Think I Love You More Then Chocolate'...Really great poem...Thank you...Zuzanna
Tue 18th Dec 2007 17:20
Oy you thanks! Im reading it a DGPS! on Wed.
Tue 18th Dec 2007 16:51
Kevin, thank you for the additional comments … Each paints a picture that we all relate too. AUTUMN - it is a time when all is settling slowly for a quieter and colder season. It can be compared to life as you have mentioned...INTERNET FRIENDSHIP- This days of modern technology I have discovered that this medium serves well making progress in finding friends abroad from the comfort of a home. I have met some FABULOUS people and they are my FRIENDS! I mean real friends. Great people...Thank you so much for taking the time to place your comments!
Tue 18th Dec 2007 16:43
Kevin! I see your point in your comment about HOME. We all need one. It does not matter if it is Igloo or perhaps a Log House' in a forest...For some that are living in poverty, house will be a card box to shelter at night from cold. Sad as it sounds these are the pictures from reality. Home to me it is a place where LOVE lives. Place of safe returns! Thank you for your wonderful comment!
Tue 18th Dec 2007 16:38
Moxy! All it is true from what you have written. The World seems very small when you already have so much information of the Canadian life style. The wild animals still wonder around. Nothing has changed in that area. Canada-Very interesting country, with its modern technology to Wild Life, and for the World Peace! Many Thanks for your comment!
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