Just For You Poetry

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The poplar tree was popular The sycamore was not The sycamore had days off school Was off syc quite a lot The pear tree had a sister They made a lovely pair The ash tree smelt of ciggies With nicotine stained hair The Elm tree spread his seedlings To joint and several trees And all of them had suffe...

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The Titchites and the Smallites Had both launched an attack The Titchites hit the Smallites And the Smallites hit them back And then just when the Smallites Began to get on top The Teenyites attacked them And they simply wouldn't stop The Teenyites were winning But the Littleites advanced And smited...

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I feel like that every day. What I have found, is that the
older one gets, it seems that the emotions are more raw
and magnified. Loved the imagery here Tom .

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I have never seen this form before. I think you have
captured it superbly in such a heart rending piece.

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Amazing imagery and wordplay Stella. This is such an emotional
piece. A delight to read.

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I'd chattered with old pater As he languished in his chair His beady red ringed eyes Were blankly focused in a stare No longer did he amble Through the epics of his past His hand caressed his sherry glass Perhaps it was his last I couldn't see resolve Within old pater's careworn face Inevitably read...

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Thank you so much Tom for this wonderful piece. It is a real treasure to have such a tribute from a like minded and well respected poet as yourself, and great to log on and see and read it. You made my day pal. Me and the other vestals are just on our way down to the stream to wash our undies. Then ...

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This is wonderful Karin. Your imagery is so beautiful
and unique.

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I love your poetry, and this piece is a real delight. Timeless,
with an olden feel . Wonderful stuff.

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This could well be a portrayal of one of my favourite haunts. Mount
Snowdon and the Llanberis Pass. Wonderfully constructed Tom .

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Such good advice. A kind of 'Ad Lib' to depression. TFS

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A fantastically written trip down memory lane. I still regularly wander through
my playing cards , but I could not let her be. Bravo. We need more like this one
Tom ....Much enjoyed
Steve
(One of 16 Vestal Virgins)

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Nanny is a Bitch 'News today that UK pensioners may be asked to sign a 'None Resuscitation' form if they feel comfortable with their 'End Of Life' scenario The Nanny state is waiting With all you shall require Your'e Sixty five And you must thrive Because You can't retire The Nanny state is waiting ...

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You so poetically describe the true victims of war Fay. War leaves
emptiness, bitterness and anger. It is truly ironic that most wars
are fought in the name of religeon. Queen and country often have
a lot to answer for.

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An excellent and thought provoking piece Joseph. Personally, and at this moment in time, I do fear death. I like the way you have differentiated in the last verse, ' when it comes as sweet relief'. I understand the sentiment. I think that early death and unfulfilled life, may cause a fear. My fear, ...

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Ah....A Rose by any other same. Loved the sentiment.

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Wow Karin.. that was really great !!
Aha Aha.......That's the wonder of you! and I 'Don't have a wooden Heart'.
A brilliant shake up in this clever piece about instant attraction . I only get
that feeling with Barbecued Spare Ribs.

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A fabulous portrayal in words Fay . A perfect poem and picture match.

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A delight as always Fay. I walk our local shores most days taking
in the beauty that the sands have to offer. As Stella says, there
is something quite magic about shells.

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I have suddenly become insanely jealous. I can visualise your
lovely puddin. What was the first course. Ha Ha

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Remember when Britain had arses for sittin but everyone stood up and worked And now once Great Britain; So simple to gittin Is refuge for those who have shirked In Britain, employment, and social enjoyment Are linked by embittering facts That benefit none but colossal deployment Means fat cats get r...

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A group of animals approached me "Good evening Mr Sheep" said I "How much is your wool" He thought for a moment and replied "It's not worth it mate. It's only twenty seven pence for a whole sheep load. It must be complete rubbish. I wouldn't want to 'fleece' you" I turn...

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For years you've suffered O.C.D. And no one understands That every time, that you touch me You have to wash your hands Although my love you really vex As since the day we wed We never get to have some sex Although we share a bed And so, as into bed we hop As passion oft demands I pray the lord that ...

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Delightful

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The first war was a sin against humanity. The young men used as 'cannon fodder', hence the phrase, and the appalling loss of life, and needless maiming of our young men. Such bravery was unrewarded other than the issue of the odd medal. Their medals are regularly sold on Ebay for a few quid. They we...

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You certainly took me down the wrong road there Tom. Enjoyed
the poem and loved the ending.

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A truly beautiful curtain raiser to summer. I love the way your clever lines toll together, and the imagery is mesmerizing. Loved the line 'Spring Trumpets' I commented on one of Stella's earlier, and I must admit that I'm getting confused by the titles. I thought you had gone into comedy when I saw...

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So much said in such a succinct piece . Lovely poetry Stella .

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A delightful poem. You have to have lived a full life to get to the stage you write of. It's true indeed that when one gets to a certain age the tendency to reminiscence becomes very strong. I am with you whole heartedly on the sentiment expressed within this delightful piece. The young have it all ...

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Wise Wise words my friend. It's no use looking back but far
better to consider a better future, and how to get to it. I
spent my life flogging a dead horse. The one I backed in
the National last Saturday appeared to be completely dead.

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A wonderful piece Karin. I loved the imagery and the wordplay. Lovely

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I cannot praise your imagery high enough. It is superb. And to
think I only started reading it because I thought , by the title
that it would be a bit smutty. He He

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In the final verse you use the word 'perspective' so well. I believe that this is all about perspective,
as it is ones personal perspective that effects the way we see life and all its struggles. Some
bounce along lifes road, whilst others paddle through a trough full of treacle. Nice Write.

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Wile cleaning the kitchen wif Mummy won day I saw a Rice Krispie who sed he wud stay And sure enuff wen Mummy finished the howse I saw in the corner a likkle wood louse But then as I bended a likkle to see It was the Rice Krispie who stared back at me I shot up the sters and told Mummy I'd seed The ...

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I went out with a sugar puff When I was eight years old I felt that she was nice enough ...She sent my mother cold ! She said "you could do better" But I think she tends to dote She said she'd sent a letter To a local Porridge Oat I said " I'm fairly happy and my life is quite complet...

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A superb piece Stella . It holds the key to all those heart aching emotions.

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On May the 7th I'll cast a vote And wear my patriotic coat As earnestly I take the box In blue and white and red striped socks And there , my truest cross I'll mark As every parliamentary shark Shall tell of all they'll hence achieve Whilst laughing up a crooked sleeve I'll think; I'll muse; oft scr...

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A mournful piece superbly written . I am in awe of
your new forms Tom. It keeps poetry fresh with
ideas.

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When winter's wintry winds are sent And spring has sprung anew When birdies tweet, the end of lent And buds shall bid adieu When shining rays makes spring consent To burst the bulging buds And summer shimmers, heaven sent In meadows and in woods When autumn orders summer gone And takes the reins him...

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A lovely poem much enjoyed.

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Yep. You got it mate! ***Free of care, and hip and knee replacements, and
pretty coloured pills, a bus pass, and a season ticket to the nearest geriatric
hospital. A pint of beer for 3d and the back seats of the cinema for
1 1/2d **** . At least I'm free of 'carers' . Ha Ha

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I think that this is a splendid piece of poetry Tom . I love your ideology
in bringing and experimenting with forms. Form aside, there is a deep
and meaningful message written in your words. Keep challenging those
boundaries my friend.

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This is such a pleasant piece of poetry. The imagery is delightful, and
it's so easy to read. To me, that is such an important point, as I love
the ones that make themselves known after the first reading. A real
pleasure.

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I always enjoy your wonderful 'Stellanettes'. Poetic perfection and a delight to read.
It's a good job your first name isn't 'Fish' though.

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I loved this clever piece Tom. I also admire the way you move seamlessly in so many poetic directions.

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I enjoyed this unique slant on the Spring season.

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Jeremy!....Let me be clear That if we're elected to lead Each promise we make Shall merely be fake On that point I'm sure we're agreed Jeremy! ....Let me be clear Watch as my lips move and say We're working for you And that is our view But we must have all our own way Jeremy!.....Let me be clear As ...

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A man may be short , fat and smelly But remember, he inwardly gloats At the size of his latest, new telly And the way he can handle remotes In arguments he never flinches And looks his mate straight in the eyes And brags "Mine is forty two inches" Like nothing else matters but size The lad...

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I went on a cardio - vascular trot To give all the veins a good pump And take real action instead of just not And who knows..., lose weight off me rump Yet after four minutes and two hundred feet My tracksuit became rather wet I turned in an effort to look quite discrete And headed for home with reg...

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Anna dear Anna well where have you been I've been to the toilet, cos I'm quite obscene Anna dear Anna what did you do there? I puked up my dinner and stripped myself bare Anna dear Anna well what did you see I saw a fat woman who looked back at me Anna dear Anna you tell yourself fibs For I've seen ...

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