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Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

I just had a curry,

and i'm not feelin so gooooood!
 
new girl said:
why, is it because i'm not available? or because 2020 turned out to be such a hotti ;)
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No, because i actually just had a curry! And because my GF is in Beijng and i'm here all alone! :(
 
CanOz said:
No, because i actually just had a curry! And because my GF is in Beijng and i'm here all alone! :(
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well give her a ring (wake her up if you have to) and read her the poem that you liked the other night :)

ps as for the curry, don't you have chinese tea in china :D that should fix it.
 
new girl said:
Excuse my ignorance chops, but what's Arabic to English got to do with Greek? please explain, she's back in politics :eek:
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Oh, because a lot of ancient greek texts were translated into Arabic, during the rise of the Islamic empire. Some of the originals have been lost, some recovered, but scholars have to use a combination of the two to translate it.
 
chops_a_must said:
Oh, because a lot of ancient greek texts were translated into Arabic, during the rise of the Islamic empire.
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Chops I wonder how "coupla dayz - beUUUDIful" translates into Arabic ? ;)
 
2020hindsight said:
Chops I wonder how "coupla dayz - beUUUDIful" translates into Arabic ? ;)
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إختاري, which is pronounced beuuhottiful!

ps of course it gets much more complicated if you go through the greek to arabic to english to greek again, but that would be your next lesson. we'll keep it simple for now, i don't think you can handle the complicated stuff yet.
 
"Wind Beneath my Wings"
Shirley bassey

While you were the one with all the strength
Only a face without a name
I never once heard you complain
Did you ever know that you're my hero
And everything I would like to be
I can fly higher than an eagle
'Cause you are the wind beneath my wings
It might have appeared to go unnoticed
But I have it all here in my heart
I want you to know, I know the truth
I would be nothing without you
Did you ever know that you're my hero
And everything I would like to be
I can fly higher than an eagle
'Cause you are the wind beneath my wings
You are the wind beneath my wings
 
One for the animals and the brave dudes fighting the Vic fires. :(

THE RED AND THE BLACK OF IT

Koalas chewing tips of gums, swing heads to face the threat of fire, !
the booming of the angry drums, that turn a brave man to a liar, !
“Be still my soul, Godzilla comes! I wonder should I climb on higher ?
I wonder with this death that numbs, will I make handsome funeral pyre ?”
and in the end like blackened crumbs, a martyred bear, all black and dire.
and wedged there between boughs and bums, small arms still flailing at the fire,
I wonder did he feel the pain, as hair was burnt and flames got nigher?
a grizzley sight, his blackened thumbs ,- and yet I hear some heaven’s choir.


The stallion neighs - "there's fire" he blurts, try left! try right! my mares and kin,
they pace the clearing, fits and spurts, then charge off west with deadly din.
He breathes some flame, his nostril hurts, he charges back to south agin
His leg is singed, and tail and gerts, all ears tight back and quivered chin.
Now through the bush, a RED ALERT! , a HUNDRED horses race the wind, !!...
..
a meagre dozen now unhurt, and of the rest not one had sinned,
now kindly bullets so inert, their final act that can’t rescind,
now ash to ash and horse to dirt , their shoes recycled, shownails binned.


This flower was red, that flower was blue, dictated by their DNA,
but that was 'fore the fire went through , before the world went black and grey.
before that hellfire fashioned flue , that sucked all coloured life away,
before the smoke and cruel hue , that firemen fight for pittance pay…
They fight for spring and life anew, and light dawn wing of better day
Our compliments of season due, may Lords of courage light your way,
We think you're "dinky-dai true blue" - and this small gesture here we say...
You volunteer your life. For you?, we volunteer last night's meat tray.

Good luck fellas.
 
new girl said:
إختاري, which is pronounced beuuhottiful!

ps of course it gets much more complicated if you go through the greek to arabic to english to greek again, but that would be your next lesson. we'll keep it simple for now, i don't think you can handle the complicated stuff yet.
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Yeah, it takes 5-6 years to learn Arabic fluently doesn't it? Seriously difficult.

Mental Cases
Who are these? Why sit they here in twilight?
Wherefore rock they, purgatorial shadows,
Drooping tongues from jays that slob their relish,
Baring teeth that leer like skulls' teeth wicked?
Stroke on stroke of pain,- but what slow panic,
Gouged these chasms round their fretted sockets?
Ever from their hair and through their hands' palms
Misery swelters. Surely we have perished
Sleeping, and walk hell; but who these hellish?
-These are men whose minds the Dead have ravished.
Memory fingers in their hair of murders,
Multitudinous murders they once witnessed.
Wading sloughs of flesh these helpless wander,
Treading blood from lungs that had loved laughter.
Always they must see these things and hear them,
Batter of guns and shatter of flying muscles,
Carnage incomparable, and human squander
Rucked too thick for these men's extrication.

Therefore still their eyeballs shrink tormented
Back into their brains, because on their sense
Sunlight seems a blood-smear; night comes blood-black;
Dawn breaks open like a wound that bleeds afresh.
-Thus their heads wear this hilarious, hideous,
Awful falseness of set-smiling corpses.
-Thus their hands are plucking at each other;
Picking at the rope-knouts of their scourging;
Snatching after us who smote them, brother,
Pawing us who dealt them war and madness.
 
chops_a_must said:
Yeah, it takes 5-6 years to learn Arabic fluently doesn't it? Seriously difficult.

Mental Cases
skulls' wicked?
pain,- panic,
sockets?
Misery perished
hell;
Dead
murders,
Multitudinous murders
blood from lungs
guns
Carnage
eyeballs shrink tormented
blood-smear; blood-black;
wound that bleeds
Awful falseness of set-smiling corpses.
war and madness.
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CHOPS

WHAT'S WRONG? :banghead:

I don't mean to be rude, I just don't get this poetry, it kinda makes sad and stresses me out a bit. I know it reflects some of what's going on in this world, but I challenge you to post something sweet or romantic for a change!

ps take one: I agree, Arabic is one of the most difficult languages to learn, have you ever tried to learn it?

ps take two: sorry I'm just in a very happy mood, sorry to pick on your poetry.
 
new girl said:
CHOPS

WHAT'S WRONG? :banghead:

I don't mean to be rude, I just don't get this poetry, it kinda makes sad and stresses me out a bit. I know it reflects some of what's going on in this world, but I challenge you to post something sweet or romantic for a change!

ps take one: I agree, Arabic is one of the most difficult languages to learn, have you ever tried to learn it?

ps take two: sorry I'm just in a very happy mood, sorry to pick on your poetry.
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I just like war poetry.

No, but an old drinking partner of mine, who was in the SAS as a technician, got a long term injury, so they trained him up as an Arabic speaking specialist. Even though he learnt it in about 6 months, apparently it takes like 6 years or something most of the time. He just told me a lot about it, that is all.
 
chops_a_must said:
I just like war poetry.

No, but an old drinking partner of mine, who was in the SAS as a technician, got a long term injury, so they trained him up as an Arabic speaking specialist. Even though he learnt it in about 6 months, apparently it takes like 6 years or something most of the time. He just told me a lot about it, that is all.
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The challenge is still up, happy poetry is good for the SOUL, you should try it ;)

ps again: I'm just in a very happy mood
 
new girl said:
The challenge is still up, happy poetry is good for the SOUL, you should try it ;)

ps again: I'm just in a very happy mood
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I listen to twee music for that. Lol!

But I do have some, just for special occassions. ;)
 
2020hindsight said:
Folks, I was wondering if anyone out there had a copy of a poem "SHADOW SAN" , possibly "SHADOW-SAN" etc.
Theme is not dissimilar to the shadow girl in this video. But there are also references to fights between doves of peace etc.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eIfrqdru1B8 the shadow girl ( o boy :( )
Such a modern concept - and such a terrifying one - the only thing left of a person is their shadow
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Ahh found it .. the following quotes from Tony Harrisons "the shadow of Hiroshima",
Mitsufuji San is some bloke who volunteers pidgeons / doves for the annual release of "peace doves" at the "Peace Dome". (8.23am) . The year of this poem obviously the 50th anniversary - 1995. Shadow San is a real shadow on a rock, all that is left of a man who faced the atomic blast in 1945. - and obviously too, it is fading with time ( as so too I guess is the memory of what happened that day).

"cheating the void" started with Lumiere's famous film of factory workers leaving their workplace:
"these people are all dead, and yet they walk,
the first in fact to move on celluloid
yet they are silent and wont ever talk
their very movements seems to cheat the void"

The Shadow of Hiroshama also starts with a shadow, though this time not a celluloid one, but the burnt outline of a man whose body has been photographed, not by celluloid, but by stone. :( He is one of many thousands killed by the atomic bomb dropped on Hiroshima in 1945, and harrison gives him a voice ... in a film / poem of great emotional intensity. ... Shadow-san becomes our guide, and his story is interwoven into the build-up for the annual ceremony of releasing "the doves" that takes place beneath the Peace Dome in the city. (he follows them, the lucky ones not savaged by the Hirshama hawks, home again).

SHADOW SAN (, The Shadows of Hiroshima, Tony Harrison)

"This voice comes from the shadow cast
by Hiroshima's A-bomb blast.
The sound you hear inside this case
is of a man who fans the face
he used to have before the flash
turned face and body intoash.
I am the nameless fanning man
you may address as Shadow San.

The inferno flayed me as I fanned
gold fan with cranes on in my hand.
In that fierce force but one degree
of quicker combustibility
separated fan and me,
but that one degree meant that the man
was stamped on stone but not the fan.

My shadow's fading and I fear
I may not make centenary year,
and so before I finally fade
give one last outing to this shade,
and you will be my eyes to see
this fiftieth anniversary."
.......
Mitsufuji San's alarm
that his doves may come to harm
makes him run past A-bomb dome
to catch a tram to take them home
across the bridge they call Aioi,
the bomb-aimer of "Little Boy"
high up in the Enola Gay
fifty years ago today
took focus from where now we see,
walking the upright of the T,
two survivors' shadows but
shadows still still fixed foot to foot,
two survivors here to find
the special seats they've been assigned
to hear speeches, pray, and see
precisely at 8.23
all the doves in the release
making their winged plea for peace.
.......

The peace doves have been freed , but why
won't this last shaking straggler fly?
Perhaps he's seen what's in the sky?

Where peace-doves are, the birds of prey
are never very far away,
These hawks cruising the skies
don't care what peace-doves symbolise,
These emblems are mere morsels, meat,
their ripped-out innards good to eat,
Since yesterday the hawks have waited
to see their lunches liberated.
Hiroshima hawks are glad to glut
and gorge themselves on peace-dove gut.

It's not inappropriate , birds of prey
are also present on Peace Day.
They could well stand for Japanese
who forced other Asians to their knees,
They stand for the spirit of the past
that moved Japan before the blast,
the old Japan that took Nanking
under its dark, blood-splattered wing,
Japan in her aggressive guise
taking Pearl Harbour by surprise,
the prison camps that made us pray
for any means to bring VJ.

Many doves freed on this day
fall victims to these birds of prey
and Mitsufuji fears his may.

...
those symbolic doves that flew
in '91 or '92
in '93 or 4 survive
by fighting these from '95....

Pidgeon / Peace doves brawl and fight.
Is the world at peace tonight?
Or are we like the Shadow San
facing inferno with a fan?
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"I Crave Your Mouth, Your Voice, Your Hair"
Pablo Neruda

DON'T GO FAR OFF, NOT EVEN FOR A DAY
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a day is long
and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station
when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.

Don't leave me, even for an hour, because
then the little drops of anguish will all run together,
the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift
into me, choking my lost heart.

Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach;
may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance.
Don't leave me for a second, my dearest,

because in that moment you'll have gone so far
I'll wander mazily over all the earth, asking,
Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying?
 
"Lost in the Night"
J M. Basey

Night is the worst time
Night is a hard time
Why can't I sleep
Why can't I rest

Pain in my heart
Pain in my eyes
Lost is my true love
Lost is my heart

Longing for you
Longing to hold you
Lost forever
Lost to the night
 
THE CODE OF THE PEACEFUL WARRIOR

Be beauty and be grace
Believe in yourself
Love yourself
Enjoy the journey that is yours

A PRAYER TO BEGIN EACH DAY YOU ARE BLESSED TO BE ALIVE....

Today I wake and smile for another day lays before me
I vow to live each moment fully and see all other through the eys of love and compassion
 
As requested by Nude Girl, love poetry:

Roses are red, violets are blue
All of my base
Are belong to you.

Roses are red, violets are blue
In Soviet Russia
Crabs catch you.
 
chops_a_must said:
As requested by Nude Girl, love poetry:

Roses are red, violets are blue
All of my base
Are belong to you.

Roses are red, violets are blue
In Soviet Russia
Crabs catch you.
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This is Crabs poetry for sure, you don't have to write it yourself you know ;) come on I'm still waiting for something nice, please?

Nude????
 

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