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She fed the fear with teeth
She knew
how best to get a rise
from simple teasing
simple toying
billing and cooing
like that birdland song.
She loves so well in the mornings, my
girl, who parties longer
than my mind could bear
kisses as hard as these lips
has as long this hair
drinks harder than-
but there, when the light flooded in,
when the room came into view
I saw smiling brightly,
not mine but,
no girl I knew.
Then, who
is digging on my grave
expression?
One person so far. Thank you Krymsonkyng. Only 8 days to go tothe deadline.
There's an ancient graveyard up there on the hill
Where most of my ancestors sleep
I'm fifty years old and my health seems pretty good
Death seems to me like a dream
I'm feeling fine and I'm doing all right
Working on my memories like a slave
But if it isn't time for me to pass death's gate
Then who is digging on my grave?
Pendragon
'"Then, who is digging on my grave?'' This is title of poem from Thomas Hardy.
Four days left 24thNov 10pm deadline.
[QUOTE=zoolane;979771]'"Then, who is digging on my grave?'' This is title of poem from Thomas Hardy.
Just down 24th hours left 24thNov 10pm deadline.
Four hours left any takers? Thank you to two poems so far.
Then who is digging on my grave?
Which is monarch, which the slave?
Where's the hand that holds the spade,
at whose feet, empires are laid?
What's the answer to my birth?
When's the time to pierce the earth?
Thank you to all who entre.
krymsonkyng: Is great poem about girl with element of be victim and bully at same time. Favourite lines are:[She fed the fear with teeth
She knew
how best to get a rise
from simple teasing
simple toying
billing and cooing
like that birdland song.
She loves so well in the mornings,
Now Pen: I love your poem about older person reflection on their death. Favourite lines are:Actual whole thing.
Hack: great last minute entre it quite reflect mood on past as well present and about earth. Favourite lines are: again whole poem
Winner is Pendragon well done.
There's an ancient graveyard up there on the hill
Where most of my ancestors sleep
I'm fifty years old and my health seems pretty good
Death seems to me like a dream
I'm feeling fine and I'm doing all right
Working on my memories like a slave
But if it isn't time for me to pass death's gate
Then who is digging on my grave?
Thank you Zoolane!
This is a line from an Ogden Nash poem:
"Have you seen yourself retreating?"
Have fun with this. The funnier, the better. Closing date is December 15.
Come and sit down at the table
And let us eat 'til we're unable
To look down at our feet;
And then when we can't even stand,
Can hardly even lift a hand,
Let's force ourselves to eat.
For darling, you we made for this,
Surely there's no greater bliss
Than overindulgence and gluttony;
That's it, dear, keep on eating,
There'll be no stopping or retreating
Though your pants may say, "Unbutton me."
There'll be no stopping or retreating
'Til we explode from overeating.
(Have you seen yourself retreating?
Then you must continue eating.)
Good opening poem! That's the kind of thing we're looking for. Nash was a great poet for comedy. I think he'd approve!
you we?
you were
Really miswrote here.Quote:
Originally Posted by jajdude
No one else? Hello out there! This is supposed to be a contest!
Oh, well. Sigh... :(
Jajdude wins by default, but it was a poem worthy of winning
For those interested the Original Ogden Nash poem went like this:
You're up next, Jajdude!Quote:
Sure, deck your lower limbs in pants
Yours are the limbs my sweeting
You look divine as you advance
Have you seen yourself retreating?