Congrats and welcome to the poetry contests, Cassie!
Congrats and welcome to the poetry contests, Cassie!
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...
I hope I'm wrong, but I fear Cassie may be running as hard as she can in a desperate attempt to catch up with heartwing.
Thanks so much.
Sorry for the delay but have been in the depths of Cumbria and unfortunately had little to no access to wifi.
As I have been walking Hadrians Wall I declare the next subject to be A Wall. Make of it what you will.
Deadline in a couple of weeks.
Glad you're still with us and sorry to have spread rumors of your demise.
Almost not too far from the truth. Falling down hills is not to be recommended!
a wall
can fall
when the margin
is tall
the idea is to
to remain
small
so
when
gravity calls
it has
nothing to hold
absence is the
reason it has a licence
Last edited by cacian; 08-27-2016 at 07:32 PM.
it may never try
but when it does it sigh
it is just that
good
it fly
withdrawn
Last edited by Pendragon; 09-04-2016 at 09:11 PM.
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...
Every wall is a door. Ralph Waldo Emerson http://www.goodreads.com/quotes/3182...wall-is-a-door
What’s obvious may not be true,
But that don’t mean it’s not.
Reality has sent me you
Both in my way, and helpful, too.
I’m glad what I have got.
I'm sorry to hear about your tumbling down, Cassie. I sincerely hope you did not emulate Jack and break your crown. It seems Hadrian's Wall still has tricks up its stony sleeve. And with the likes of ennison on the other side, one can only thank God. (Just kidding). Congratulations on your victory laurels. Don't sit on 'em.Originally Posted by Cassie Hughes
Nope, crown is intact but bum and elbow still complaining. Not easy sitting on anything atmI'm sorry to hear about your tumbling down, Cassie. I sincerely hope you did not emulate Jack and break your crown. It seems Hadrian's Wall still has tricks up its stony sleeve. And with the likes of ennison on the other side, one can only thank God. (Just kidding). Congratulations on your victory laurels. Don't sit on 'em.
Great to see entries already! Woo!
Bum is always complaining, though little good it does him.Nope, crown is intact but bum and elbow still complaining. Not easy sitting on anything atm
Hadrian's Wall.
From Segedunum
Where the boats come in,
Segedunum!
A name echoed along the Tyne
By the pounding steam hammers of another Empire
Also gone. You emerge,
Along the foggy River, as straight as sight,
To Pons Aelius, where the Toon Army musters,
On to Condercum, Vindobala and Hunnum,
Euclidean lines set in stone,
Regimentally following the flow of lithe waters,
Rising mile by milecastle,
Procolita, Vercovicium,
Along the ridgy million postcarded Whin Sil,
And older ink-on-wood "Greetings from Vindolanda."
Dipping into the pass, past Kevin's sycamore tree,
Down Fort and Castle stepping, stopping, stones,
Aesica, Magnis, Banna.
At Camboglanna the Celtic sea is seen inlet
Beyond Uxelodudum, City of the flood.
Somewhere on that beach was your end,
Where sandcastles built by Children
Are washed away.
Last edited by prendrelemick; 09-06-2016 at 08:34 AM.
ay up
How does one follow that ^?
So be it, here's my take...
Joshua Fought the Battle of Eagle Pass
Joshua wandered among the grapefruit orchards,
down in the valley along the Rio Grande.
Toting a tin kazoo, couldn’t afford a trumpet,
it hung from his neck by a yucca strand.
With him too, was a dog named Ronnie,
a bamboo pole, some string and a hook.
Heading down to the big river
to drop a line, get a drink and take look.
Pushing through some Texas Snakeweed,
their progress had been squandered,
by a stone wall made of caliche.
No fish, no quench, no view…they pondered.
Ronnie barked an old testament recollection,
how the Israelites brought down a wall in Berlin
blowing Rams horns on the seventh day.
Joshua understood, it’s time to taste some tin!
Drawing thirty bushels of Valley air,
Joshua produced a destructive harmonic tune.
Caliche started to crack and crumble,
alerting a pants suited queen and her New York buffoon.
Now desperate, the buffoon wedged orange hair chinkers
into the incessant web of spalling stone.
The cankled queen shot email lasers,
that were deflected by Ronnie’s chrome plated bone.
The wall was destroyed by a humble kazoo.
Peace mingled with dust, settled in the valley.
Joshua caught a perch, Ronnie slaked his thirst,
and now all can see the shimmering Rio Grande.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IsEmF9urYDk
That's how!
ay up
Great stuff guys! This is going to be so difficult to judge.Will give you til next weekend methinks.
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