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Post by Praise God on Sept 28, 2018 18:24:53 GMT
I was told of a place to lighten the ventricles from darkness, is this the right section.
The man who sits in Rome
No place calls he a home
Because predestination says he's damned.
He is the Antichrist
The man of crime and vice
The so-called Pope of viciousness to boot.
When buggery besets him
And sodomites in vestments,
He shuts his ears with Romish cloth of gold.
And prances all the day
Incense-wreathing gays
No time for all the little children too.
So all good Popish people
And nuns who wear a wimple
Leave the fiend of Rome to stew in hell.
Calvin teaches better!
Us to Jesus getter
And stocks and stones well to now leave alone.
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Post by Maolsheachlann on Sept 28, 2018 19:11:10 GMT
I was told of a place to lighten the ventricles from darkness, is this the right section. The man who sits in Rome No place calls he a home Because predestination says he's damned. He is the Antichrist The man of crime and vice The so-called Pope of viciousness to boot. When buggery besets him And sodomites in vestments, He shuts his ears with Romish cloth of gold. And prances all the day Incense-wreathing gays No time for all the little children too. So all good Popish people And nuns who wear a wimple Leave the fiend of Rome to stew in hell. Calvin teaches better! Us to Jesus getter And stocks and stones well to now leave alone. This should be posted in "The Salon". I am going to move it there. Effective versification, I must say. But "Up to Jesus getter" doesn't really work so well. |
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Post by Maolsheachlann on Oct 6, 2018 18:08:38 GMT
An Ode to Willie O'Dea Willie O'Dea is a master of love A very good thing to be master of. He'll put you to bed bed by a quarter to three. Dance for your daddy Willie O'Dea. Willie O'Dea swam a length of the pool To prove to the world he was nobody's fool. Let's all have lunch at a quarter to three. Dance for your daddy Willie O'Dea. Willy O'Dea is the fisherman's friend. That's really true and it's not pretend. The bombs will fall at a quarter to three. Dance for your daddy Willie O'Dea. Willie O'Dea wears expensive cologne That he bought from a shop in the county Tyrone. Your baby is due at a quarter to three. Dance for your daddy Willie O'Dea. Attachments:
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Post by cato on Oct 6, 2018 19:15:31 GMT
An Ode to Willie O'Dea Willie O'Dea is a master of love A very good thing to be master of. He'll put you to bed bed by a quarter to three. Dance for your daddy Willie O'Dea. Willie O'Dea swam a length of the pool To prove to the world he was nobody's fool. Let's all have lunch at a quarter to three. Dance for your daddy Willie O'Dea. Willy O'Dea is the fisherman's friend. That's really true and it's not pretend. The bombs will fall at a quarter to three. Dance for your daddy Willie O'Dea. Willie O'Dea wears expensive cologne That he bought from a shop in the county Tyrone. Your baby is due at a quarter to three. Dance for your daddy Willie O'Dea. Are you feeling ok? |
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Post by Maolsheachlann on Oct 6, 2018 20:09:42 GMT
An Ode to Willie O'Dea Willie O'Dea is a master of love A very good thing to be master of. He'll put you to bed bed by a quarter to three. Dance for your daddy Willie O'Dea. Willie O'Dea swam a length of the pool To prove to the world he was nobody's fool. Let's all have lunch at a quarter to three. Dance for your daddy Willie O'Dea. Willy O'Dea is the fisherman's friend. That's really true and it's not pretend. The bombs will fall at a quarter to three. Dance for your daddy Willie O'Dea. Willie O'Dea wears expensive cologne That he bought from a shop in the county Tyrone. Your baby is due at a quarter to three. Dance for your daddy Willie O'Dea. Are you feeling ok? I did step on something sharp in the garden earlier. There was a bit of a cut on my heel but I put a bit of Savlon on it and it seems OK now. |
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Post by Séamus on Oct 21, 2018 12:27:05 GMT
Following on the initiative taken by a member, this is a thread for original creative works by members (and guests) of the forum. So...please feel free to post your poems,...etc...) Hoarfrost covering the meadow Officially lying in state Or wailing within the soils of germination Hiding from the world's ruination Crying now in anger or in song Whence has the administrator gone? Life in the outer, lost ability Outdanced, outdated in our planetary turn Had we always expected there would be plain sailing? Doom's day for all Eve's children ailing Apart from all the objective right or wrong Whence has the administrator gone? Cry of the starling, call of the wattlebird The yell of a woman or a kewpie doll Autumn leaves falling leaving branch bare Raise your eyes from under your wing if you dare Roaming the Desert of Zin far too long Whence has the administrator gone? |
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Post by Séamus on Oct 21, 2018 12:30:27 GMT
Following on the initiative taken by a member, this is a thread for original creative works by members (and guests) of the forum. So...please feel free to post your poems,...etc...) Hoarfrost covering the meadow Officially lying in state Or wailing within the soils of germination Hiding from the world's ruination Crying now in anger or in song Whence has the administrator gone? Life in the outer, lost ability Outdanced, outdated in our planetary turn Had we always expected there would be plain sailing? Doom's day for all Eve's children ailing Apart from all the objective right or wrong Whence has the administrator gone? Cry of the starling, call of the wattlebird The yell of a woman or a kewpie doll Autumn leaves falling leaving branch bare Raise your eyes from under your wing if you dare Roaming the Desert of Zin far too long Whence has the administrator gone? Poetic licence with use of 'whence' |
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Post by Maolsheachlann on Oct 22, 2018 8:01:46 GMT
Following on the initiative taken by a member, this is a thread for original creative works by members (and guests) of the forum. So...please feel free to post your poems,...etc...) Hoarfrost covering the meadow Officially lying in state Or wailing within the soils of germination Hiding from the world's ruination Crying now in anger or in song Whence has the administrator gone? Life in the outer, lost ability Outdanced, outdated in our planetary turn Had we always expected there would be plain sailing? Doom's day for all Eve's children ailing Apart from all the objective right or wrong Whence has the administrator gone? Cry of the starling, call of the wattlebird The yell of a woman or a kewpie doll Autumn leaves falling leaving branch bare Raise your eyes from under your wing if you dare Roaming the Desert of Zin far too long Whence has the administrator gone? Thanks for this, Séamus. A refrain, three verses, a good use of questions, simple clear imagery...I like it very much! And well handled metrically. I also like the slightly unusual imagery such as kewpie doll and Desert of Zin. The threads closest to my heart on this forum are Conservatives Go to the Movies, the Irish Customs and Traditions thread, and this one. I'm always especially happy to see people post in those. I especially like the line "Raise your eyes from under your wing if you dare", although I can't really say why. |
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Post by Maolsheachlann on Oct 26, 2018 9:15:24 GMT
Fadó fadó, sula raibh mé óg
Labhair mé leis an insufferable rogue.
Bhí sé bán agus bhí sé dubh
Bhí sé neither of the above.
Chuir mé an ceist seo: "Is life all hurt?"
"B'fhéidir go bfhuil agus b'fhéidir go won't" a duirt.
B'fhéidir go bhfuil agus b'fhéidir go won't
B'fhéidir go do agus b'fhéidir go don't
B'fhéidir go yes agus b'fhéidir go no
Bfheidir go ho ho ho
Fós inniú I can hear him still
B'fhéidir go bfheidir go bhfuil.
Tar éis na blianta seo go léir
Fós cloisim a glór ag teacht ón spéir.
"Nil fhios agam, leaid, and neither do you.
Nil fhios ag duine ar bith, 'tis true.
Will life be worth the outrageous bill?
B'fhéidir go won't agus b'fheidir go bfhuil".
B'fheidir go bfhuil agus b'fheidir go won't
B'fhéidir go do agus b'fhéidir go don't.
B'fheidir go yes agus b'fhéidir go no
B'fhéidir we just don't know.
There was a gent I wanted to kill.
B'fhéidir go b'fhéidir go bhfuil.
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Post by cato on Oct 26, 2018 10:50:49 GMT
Fadó fadó, sula raibh mé óg Labhair mé leis an insufferable rogue. Bhí sé bán agus bhí sé dubh Bhí sé neither of the above. Chuir mé an ceist seo: "Is life all hurt?" "B'fhéidir go bfhuil agus b'fhéidir go won't" a duirt. B'fhéidir go bhfuil agus b'fhéidir go won't B'fhéidir go do agus b'fhéidir go don't B'fhéidir go yes agus b'fhéidir go no Bfheidir go ho ho ho Fós inniú I can hear him still B'fhéidir go bfheidir go bhfuil. Tar éis na blianta seo go léir Fós cloisim a glór ag teacht ón spéir. "Nil fhios agam, leaid, and neither do you. Nil fhios ag duine ar bith, 'tis true. Will life be worth the outrageous bill? B'fhéidir go won't agus b'fheidir go bfhuil". B'fheidir go bfhuil agus b'fheidir go won't B'fhéidir go do agus b'fhéidir go don't. B'fheidir go yes agus b'fhéidir go no B'fhéidir we just don't know. There was a gent I wanted to kill. B'fhéidir go b'fhéidir go bhfuil. Do you play the spoons as you recite this aloud? |
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Post by Maolsheachlann on Oct 26, 2018 11:23:39 GMT
Fadó fadó, sula raibh mé óg Labhair mé leis an insufferable rogue. Bhí sé bán agus bhí sé dubh Bhí sé neither of the above. Chuir mé an ceist seo: "Is life all hurt?" "B'fhéidir go bfhuil agus b'fhéidir go won't" a duirt. B'fhéidir go bhfuil agus b'fhéidir go won't B'fhéidir go do agus b'fhéidir go don't B'fhéidir go yes agus b'fhéidir go no Bfheidir go ho ho ho Fós inniú I can hear him still B'fhéidir go bfheidir go bhfuil. Tar éis na blianta seo go léir Fós cloisim a glór ag teacht ón spéir. "Nil fhios agam, leaid, and neither do you. Nil fhios ag duine ar bith, 'tis true. Will life be worth the outrageous bill? B'fhéidir go won't agus b'fheidir go bfhuil". B'fheidir go bfhuil agus b'fheidir go won't B'fhéidir go do agus b'fhéidir go don't. B'fheidir go yes agus b'fhéidir go no B'fhéidir we just don't know. There was a gent I wanted to kill. B'fhéidir go b'fhéidir go bhfuil. Do you play the spoons as you recite this aloud? It's not obligatory but it's preferred. As is an Aran sweater. |
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Post by cato on Oct 26, 2018 18:28:57 GMT
You are in serious danger of becoming a "character".
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Post by Maolsheachlann on Jan 9, 2019 14:10:43 GMT
Since nobody else is keeping this thread going, here is a poem I wrote over the last two days, and with which I was muchos pleased:
Family Folklore
How fragile are these threads of gossamer
Stretched from one generation to the last,
Or to the next, or just from year to year;
The rock-hard scones, the lecture in Belfast,
The day your father just escaped the blast,
Summer on summer spent in Inisheer.
A history without a chronicler,
A hardly-known and all-but-endless past.
In almost every house in every street
In every town, in all the world, these scenes
Would mean as little as a doorless key;
They are like the familiar face we meet
In some strange place, or like the name that means
Nothing to all the world-- but all the world to me.
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Post by Maolsheachlann on Jan 22, 2019 10:29:22 GMT
What's in a Hat: A Poetic Response to the Trump Presidency
"Make America Great Again"?
We all know you mean
Make America White Again
Make America Straight Again
Make America Hate Again!
Make America Irate Again
Make America Lactate Again
Make the marginalized prostrate again!
Your red baseball cap
Is red with the blood
Of all the oppressed
in your great Amerika.
While your phallic Trump Towers
Look over a wasteland
Of racist, sexist, homophobic, misogynistic, transphobic, Islampobhobic deplorables.
And you say
To decency, civility, tolerance, love,
"You're fired!"
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Post by cato on Jan 22, 2019 12:16:34 GMT
What's in a Hat: A Poetic Response to the Trump Presidency "Make America Great Again"? We all know you mean Make America White Again Make America Straight Again Make America Hate Again! Make America Irate Again Make America Lactate Again Make the marginalized prostrate again! Your red baseball cap Is red with the blood Of all the oppressed in your great Amerika. While your phallic Trump Towers Look over a wasteland Of racist, sexist, homophobic, misogynistic, transphobic, Islampobhobic deplorables. And you say To decency, civility, tolerance, love, "You're fired!" It's funny how a group of grown ups can bully school children by shouting at them to go back to Europe and banging drums in their faces. O wait , it's native Americans being insulted by white pro life catholics wearing MAGA caps. And one of them actually smirked. His school threatened to expel him. His Bishop denounced him. The aptly named sisters of Mercy condemned a teenage boy waiting for his bus for remaining silent in the face of provocation from an egotist banging a drum in his face. I wonder did any of them have the decency to apologise when the full facts emerged? Two points occur to me. It's pathetic when adults behave like children and bully real children on film and no one sees this as bizarre and outrageous. Equally pathetic are the right on powerful Catholic SJW lobby who are prepared to vilify a white school boy publically. Where is the MERCY we hear so much about nowadays ?I hope his parents sue the pants off the so called leaders of the Covington church. Love the poem. Maybe it could be chanted? |
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