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    Well done, JDC. Your suggestion for the next competition could provide some interesting responses...

    hillwalker - me and deadlines have never been the best of pals. I'm too much of an artist, man! Or lazy...

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    Chopped Burns

    Ye ugly, creepin, blastit wonner,
    Of ither vile, wanrestfu' pests—
    Wee, sleekit, cow'rin, tim'rous beastie,
    Awa' wi' your witchcraft, ye frighten’ o’ bairns
    Detested, shunn'd by saunt an' sinner,
    I lea'e my cursin wi' you baith
    Fareweel! Nae lav'rock sang on hillock green,
    Alas! For me nae mair but creepin wonners
    Wae saunt an’ sinner hate but muckle mair—
    Can ye no lave me aloon I rede you a'
    Auld Hornie, Satan, Nick, or Clootie,
    Be ye off, haint me nae mair—
    And tek ye creepin’, blastit wonner—
    An' let poor damned bodies be
    Whither be I saunt or sinner
    I'm sure sma' pleasure it can gie, ev'n to a deil,
    Here's a health to ane I loe dear,
    Gae ye gane, detested, blastit wonner,
    I maun gae hame tae wife and bairn

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    Some of us laugh
    Some of us cry
    Some of us smoke
    Some of us lie
    But it's all just the way
    that we cope with our lives...

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    Hoot, mon! How did you do that? Did you summon up the ghost of Robbie or some other Celt? You're a wonder!

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    The man couldn't find an “any” key
    and kicking the box only made it
    growl and sputter gusts of dust bluster
    as if in spite. He tossed the keyboard
    shook the screen, took a breath, made to scream
    but then stopped, and instead, cursing said
    “Ye ugly, creepin, blastit wonner!
    Detested, shunn'd by saunt an sinner!
    Ah'll bust yer case to get mah fials
    toss yer coarse in garbage pials
    Infernal engine! Ye child of mon!”
    and that was when the old man snapped.
    Violence, sparks, a smell of sulfur
    he tugged the machine clean from the wall
    He wound up like a discus hurler,
    lobbed his mac out the open window.
    He arched his back and spat new insults
    collapsed before the sound of impact-
    A computer crash.
    A broken heap of aching hardware
    turned to software with time's erosion.

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    Quote Originally Posted by PrinceMyshkin View Post
    Hoot, mon! How did you do that? Did you summon up the ghost of Robbie or some other Celt? You're a wonder!
    Did a lot of research on Burns' turns of phrase. Borrowed lines here and there, then mixed it with my own colorful phrases, making sure to stick to the language. Always liked the Scottish since I read "Kidnapped" as a small boy. Burns is also a favorite poet.
    Some of us laugh
    Some of us cry
    Some of us smoke
    Some of us lie
    But it's all just the way
    that we cope with our lives...

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    TO A BED BUG

    Ye ugly, creepin, blastit wonner,
    Detested, shunn'd by saunt an' sinner,
    What made ye daur to shae yer heid
    Inside yon bonnie lassie’s bed?
    Perhaps ye felt the carnal heat
    The fankle of her silken sheet,
    Attracted by the lurid scent,
    The dampened cloots, oor passions spent,
    From doon inside yer tiny neuk
    Ye daured to tak a closer look
    Then made to hawk yer cootie’s jaws
    Inside the waistband of her drawers.
    Oh how I hate ye fer the stushie
    To leave yer hickey on her tushy!
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    I'm glad I'm not competing against you guys, but I may have a harder time judging these....

    WOW!!! Great job guys!! I am impressed!!!!!
    Les Miserables,
    Volume 1, Fifth Book, Chapter 3
    Remember this, my friends: there are no such things as bad plants or bad men. There are only bad cultivators.

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    Whoa! Stiff competition, indeed! You two guys will certainly give me a run for my money and then some. I am opposite of Bien in this case, I don't mind competition, but I'd hate to have to pick the winner! Good luck to you all!
    Some of us laugh
    Some of us cry
    Some of us smoke
    Some of us lie
    But it's all just the way
    that we cope with our lives...

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    Bump-bump! Bump-bump! Bump-bump!
    Some of us laugh
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    Some of us smoke
    Some of us lie
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    bump!
    Some of us laugh
    Some of us cry
    Some of us smoke
    Some of us lie
    But it's all just the way
    that we cope with our lives...

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    re-bump .....

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    Sorry...I've been offline for a couple of weeks...but I'm back. I will judge the poems tonight!!
    Les Miserables,
    Volume 1, Fifth Book, Chapter 3
    Remember this, my friends: there are no such things as bad plants or bad men. There are only bad cultivators.

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    Pendragon...fantastic job that I think Robert Burns would be proud of...

    krymsonkyng...I love your humor with the "any" key reference. You did a marvelous job.

    hillwalker...it was a tough call between you and Pendragon, but this line won it for you!! "To leave yer hickey on her tushy!"

    Congratulations!!
    Les Miserables,
    Volume 1, Fifth Book, Chapter 3
    Remember this, my friends: there are no such things as bad plants or bad men. There are only bad cultivators.

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    Thanks, Bien..... and also congratulations to my two worthy adversaries (in particular Pendragon who managed to sound more Scottish than most of my neighbours)

    And no, I did not have the geographical advantage over you because I'm a wee Welsh man.....

    So - moving swiftly on -

    The ‘famous’ line I have chosen comes from ‘Fair Weather’ by Dorothy Parker – a vastly under-rated writer. It is the opening line of her poem but you are invited to include it anywhere in your entry – but you are reminded; include it you must.

    This level reach of blue is not my sea;

    Deadline for entries – 3 weeks from today (midnight 31st July/1st August)

    good luck

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    She Fell For Love

    She fell like a pale rose
    wrapped in saffron
    with wings plastered,
    what was her crime
    but to choose to love
    with a passion
    more mortal than divine.

    She wearied of
    the chaste fraternity
    and purity defined
    as stiff sterility,
    so she ran without remorse
    and without regret
    towards freedom
    and the feel of a body
    physical and full of life.

    And how they wept
    despair at her courage
    that they lacked,
    and she was sent
    tumbling over the ledge
    while casting her eyes
    upward to the heavens
    one last time,
    and catching the
    celestial skyline
    she thought
    this level reach
    of blue is not my
    sea.

    She choose instead
    to dive into a sea
    of emotion where
    love is something
    felt more than just
    an aloof concept
    she wanted the risk
    of sometimes
    crashing against
    rocks and washing
    ashore.

    She learned
    if an angel truly
    wanted to fly with
    the birds she must
    give up her wings
    and feel with
    every fiber of her
    being.

    Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. ~ Edgar Allan Poe

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