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I had to look up "invigilating". I wasn't sure what you were doing to the exam, but then I realized you were "proctoring" or "monitoring" it. It then made sense. :)Quote:
Originally Posted by Paulclem
Anyway, here's some nonsense to keep the thread going:
Cat, Dog or Lamb
My cat is like a dog to me:
She follows where I go.
Or, maybe like a lamb to me
As Mary ought to know.
I always wondered what a proctor was, (in the nanosecond between reading and moving on). It sounded like something medical ... which I've just looked up- so to speak - and realised I was confusing proctor with proctology.Quote:
Originally Posted by YesNo
After invigilating that exam, and observing the examinations officer, I think there is a link in that you have, by necessity, to be a bit anal. Get the paperwork wrong and you're up the creek.
Mary had a little lamb,
She also had a goat.
The lamb was very jealous, though,
And had it by the throat.
Apologies for that.
Nice one. :)Quote:
Originally Posted by Paulclem
I think I might have posted this somewhere before, but here it goes again. I doubt that it's a "poem", but I'm not sure what they are anyway.
Mary Had a Little Lamb
for lunch.
smiles are inside rays
they shine with every light
and give you simple highs
laughter is joyful sound
it moves the mundane morns
to lighter perfect feels
it makes your life
a mere
silhouette of demure
that fits your every lure
and brings you presents pure
Becoming Invisible
Few people will notice me
As I grow older
Till an ageing alien
Goes shrieking the street down
In geriatric protest
Older and bolder
But again invisi......
One Child's Gift to Another
The ring she gave was made of lead
And broke one lonely day.
"It has no worth," the jeweler said.
He'll keep it anyway.
Cherry Blossom
The cherry blossom falls
Like a memory of snow
Eulogised
By the promise of Spring.
surprises from within
are drops of golden scents
they irridate in love
in feelings and in words
surprises are sublime
when given from within
I once saw a man
Walking down the street.
I laughed at him
Because he had big feet.
Staying
Be careful that you do not step in love.
Who knows what boisterous Bill was thinking of
Before his Katie smiled at him that day
And for some reason didn't step away.
Then he loped up to meQuote:
Originally Posted by Mutatis-Mutandi
With his great big face,
And with the sweetest voice
Said I had no grace.
Kunst Wille
Another year older and closer to death,
I’m writing this down to save my breath.
Can’t spare a thought for the future or past
But live for the now and the scotch in my glass.
What of tomorrow? It never comes -
I might as well sit and just twiddle my thumbs.
According to quantum there’s someone like me
Out in the multiverse having a spree,
I on the other hand, failed quite badly,
Except when I’m writing or typing so madly.
Why do I bother? Well, Lord alone knows;
It’s just the compulsion comes up from my toes.
Dino Dinner
Eaten by a dinosaur that didn't die but should have,
I didn't run although I know in retrospect I could have.
These are great fun to read. Please keep 'em comin'.
In the Supermarket at the Automated Checkout
It seems a little strange I know
To say "thank you" before I go
At what is just a grand machine,
But I don't care much if I'm seen.
You can hear "thank you" all around.
It is a very female sound.
And if I don't respond then what's
To stop me being a meat robot.
Green and Mean
Gremlins are green. Ghosts are sheer white.
Monsters are mean mostly at night.
Vampires with red eyes lurk in the park.Quote:
Originally Posted by YesNo
Psychotic robots tick in the dark.
Golems stomp down the alleys and ways
And wraiths in their rags scream incorporeal rage.
I hope you don't mind me tagging on YesNo.
You poems are very good.
the tinkle of breaking glass
rips through the core
and the flabby cheeks
of my sagging arse
Thanks for the comment, Paulclem! I don't mind any tagging along. I like the alliteration in the last line on "wraiths", "rags" and "rage" in what you wrote. I think it better fits the alliterative meter used in Beowulf that I was trying to imitate.Quote:
Originally Posted by Paulclem
I've enjoyed reading the others as well. Most recently, Hawkman's reference to the "multiverse" and Delta40's reference to "glass" will likely stay in my mind for a while.
superb is the love you give to thee
it's like champagne on a rhum
it bubbles then rises to a trim
entices buds to silky pomme
and luminates in panache strum
Dark skies,
Fertile soil,
Pollination,
Fertilization,
Life unfolds.
Experiences,
Sensation,
Perception,
Knowledge,
Realization
Mind unfolds
So I looked at himQuote:
Originally Posted by PaulclemThen he loped up to meQuote:
Originally Posted by Mutatis-Mutandi
With his great big face,
And with the sweetest voice
Said I had no grace.
In his big, innocent eyes
And punched him on the chin
For that insult I despise.
jaded, unflown
a feeling may
weigh in say
but like a breeze
wishing to greet
spectacle cretes
hear it upheave
and take a leap
to fields of peace
I once saw a man
Walking down the street.
I laughed at him
Because he had big feet.
Then he loped up to me
With his great big face,
And with the sweetest voice
Said I had no grace.
So I looked at him
In his big, innocent eyes
And punched him on the chin
For that insult I despise.
That insult I despised
Was less than my great punch,
He chased me to my kitchen door
To have me for his lunch.
spirits of May
divine of days
they are the flowers
of the tay
they climb in pace
mountains of lays
and ring in bells
of thousands ways
he peeled me liked a carrotQuote:
Originally Posted by Paulclem
and basted me in oil
squeezed me in a saucepan
and put me onto boil
Mutatis, Paulclem, Delta
I once saw a man
Walking down the street.
I laughed at him
Because he had big feet.
Then he loped up to me
With his great big face,
And with the sweetest voice
Said I had no grace.
So I looked at him
In his big, innocent eyes
And punched him on the chin
For that insult I despise.
That insult I despised
Was less than my great punch,
He chased me to my kitchen door
To have me for his lunch.
he peeled me liked a carrot
and basted me in oil
squeezed me in a saucepan
and put me onto boil
So I went into the ether,
As vengeful as could be,
To deliver him a head butt
Of steam and etheric me.
Mutatis, Paulclem, Delta
I once saw a man
Walking down the street.
I laughed at him
Because he had big feet.
Then he loped up to me
With his great big face,
And with the sweetest voice
Said I had no grace.
So I looked at him
In his big, innocent eyes
And punched him on the chin
For that insult I despise.
That insult I despised
Was less than my great punch,
He chased me to my kitchen door
To have me for his lunch.
he peeled me liked a carrot
and basted me in oil
squeezed me in a saucepan
and put me onto boil
So I went into the ether,
As vengeful as could be,
To deliver him a head butt
Of steam and etheric me.
'Knock it off!' he roared
while sprinkling me with garlic.
I screamed in writhing agony
when I was saved by a Dalek.
Mutatis, Paulclem, Delta
I once saw a man
Walking down the street.
I laughed at him
Because he had big feet.
Then he loped up to me
With his great big face,
And with the sweetest voice
Said I had no grace.
So I looked at him
In his big, innocent eyes
And punched him on the chin
For that insult I despise.
That insult I despised
Was less than my great punch,
He chased me to my kitchen door
To have me for his lunch.
he peeled me liked a carrot
and basted me in oil
squeezed me in a saucepan
and put me onto boil
So I went into the ether,
As vengeful as could be,
To deliver him a head butt
Of steam and etheric me.
'Knock it off!' he roared
while sprinkling me with garlic.
I screamed in writhing agony
when I was saved by a Dalek.
It had landed on the lawn
And blasted through the doorway
Old big foot hoofed it through the house
And ended up in Norway.
Since then my Dalek friend
has been my one and only mate
If Big Foot should return
He'll flash and shout, 'Exterminate!'
Excellent
Quite enjoyed that.
This little poem follows a slightly larger poem 3.21.2012 I wrote in the "What Are You Thinking Right Now" thread the other day:
3.23.2012
The plum tree
nods and wiggles
taunted by the wind
inwardly giggling
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY
Friendly
The trees stand calmly on the street
On which his restless heart would race
And with the stars that own the night,
That twinkle with a charming light,
They map a bond upon his face.
Liked this one very much YesNo.
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY
Thanks, tailor STATELY! I liked the "wiggles" and "giggling" of the plum tree in your poem.
A Tiny Nursery Rhyme for the New Millennium (Inspired by Biggus):
Three blind mice,
Three blind mice:
Their prospects aren't so lame.
They all got jobs as umpires
at a Major League Baseball game.
so long it was
so long it went
it,
never meant to be
Timeliness
The hero came a little late
And evil had no time to wait.
without a doubt
carry a thought
and it shall carry
your pensive words
above all else