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"Poetry corner"

The idea behind this place is that instead of starting your own thread with one poem they can all go in here instead.
Here is then, a place for your all your word's of beauty, anger, love, disappointment and anything else you care to add.

I don't know why i'm doing this, maybe it's out of boredom but i wanted to collect what's been done since i resurrected this topic.
While i'm doing it i'll say thanks to Ginge for getting me writing again and thanks to everyone who has posted.If i've missed you out it's because i've not put in other people's work(or tried to Ashman) or i've just plain missed you out, tell me either way.

Flockhart
My girl, My baby, The girl who wouldnt get help, Onwards, Sunset, The cage, No way out, Could be, More

Lil Ginge
Little round folk, The gamblers last game, The wake, Nobody knows, Manic Mcgee, For Grandad

Paradox
Politics, Inner monologue of a teddy bear, The ripper, Digital existence

Ashman
Confused, lost alone, Together torn, Hating you, Drunk drove died, Untitled, Kung fu, Some ol' thread

Edgemeister
The old man and his ladder, The walk, The name, Georgeous red hair, Sit and stare

Chris
Dream, Spring

Deathskitten
Forever me, For all time

Bessant
Ye olde man, had a ye olde van

Mav
Use your imagination

Davyboy
There is a place

Galacticdramon
100 days at S.R

Lil Ginge wrote:
> Yes i do do you want me to post it flockster?!

It actually just occurred to me that it is on my drive, otherwise i wouldnt have been able to send it to you, nice to know youve still got it, you can post it if you like, it was for you and you can do as you wish.
FLOCKSTER ! WHAT THE F**K, look i love you and all but don't ever call me that again.
Flock or Flockhart or Nick(only special people are allowed to call me Nick and even then i don't like it)

A very calm and thoughtful poem that, bless, and good work once again Ginge, I must get back into the habit of writing a few more pieces of poetry.

Mmmmmmmmmm.

For Grandad.

Sssh, it’s quiet now
I do not hear your voice
I miss that loud laughter
And your soothing noise

Stop, don’t go away
Sit, talk more about the boys
Tell me of your RAF days
While painting your toys

Come, sit with me
On the tarnished leather chair
Let me lay on your belly
As you gently pat my hair

Don’t, don’t walk away
I’m here to listen now
Teach me of so many things
Tell me why and how

Hold, hold my hands
They’re as cold as ice today
You say ‘They’re bloody freezing!’
And in your hands they stay

Look, how much I’ve grown
In body and in mind
You tell me just how proud you are
You always are so kind

Smile, at all of us
We are all here for you
Nanny’s cooking dinner
We know you love your food

Thank you, for every time
And everything you are
I think of you every day
Even though you are so far

Grandad, you are so
Very special to me
One day again we’ll cuddle
And together we will be

I love you, more –
Than words can ever say
But thank you,
Grandad, for everything, today.

Yes i do do you want me to post it flockster?!

Ginge could you look and see if you've still got "MY FIERY ONE" i can't find the paper i wrote it on and i liked it.

More

More than the sky or the tree's
More than the bird's and the bee's
or the wind in my hair
and a cool summers breeze
More than words could say
More than our wedding day
Youve shown more me more
Than the world could display
And what i need to say
Is at the end of the day
I couldn't love life
If it took you away

What's going on here, no-one posted at all today, i'll have to get onto it.
Seriously i go away for one day and this place falls apart.

Oh, and Lil Ginge I take it this is an updated version. It does sound more smooth than the last time I checked it out, but there are a few things that still need a slight tweaking. Still enjoyable, and well written nonetheless.

Lil Ginge wrote:
> That was fantastic flockhart

Ditto.