I don't know why just wrote that name, not much going here. My writing course has however returned to life, and some newbies have taken an earlier slot, so us literary journymen. So here the writings:
The first is an idiom based poem I call:
Word Play
Can't teach an old dog to be a poor mans doctor,
Hold your doctors away for a day,
As one fool recognises a gift horse,
And a lead ballon should never call a kettle black,
cus' thats just damn racist!
This reminds me of a Monty Python sketch that is very, um, political incorrect!
This othe one is pure theivery, it is based on the priniciple of the poem My Love Has Fared Inland, by Medbh McGuckian, that is taking all the lines for the poem from an autobiography. We were made to do a similar thing, but with different biographies, I got Cash- the autobiography of Johnny Cash, the numbers show the page I got that line from:
I was convinced it was there, -192
I was about ready to kill him, -174
I love playing for country people, with their graciousness and quiet appreciation, -117
and he had real enthusiasm, -86
I even had a title, Late and Alone, -276
but it really caught my attention, -163
and having girls all over me, -74
we call it unit one. My cacoon, -51
The next time I saw him, -94
Perphaps in the late 50's or early 60's, -154
I can't remember how long I had been up, when I wrecked him the first time, -162
I've gone and got it sevral time since that first attack, -199
So he found trumpet players, came on up, arranged the song and ran the session, -217
Terrible news came today, -280
Long Bihn at the time was 'hot' with patrols and sweeps, -236
going out and enemy rockt and mortar rounds coming in. -236
Not much else; but here are so good internet games for you guys.
The beastless,
I.
The first is an idiom based poem I call:
Word Play
Can't teach an old dog to be a poor mans doctor,
Hold your doctors away for a day,
As one fool recognises a gift horse,
And a lead ballon should never call a kettle black,
cus' thats just damn racist!
This reminds me of a Monty Python sketch that is very, um, political incorrect!
This othe one is pure theivery, it is based on the priniciple of the poem My Love Has Fared Inland, by Medbh McGuckian, that is taking all the lines for the poem from an autobiography. We were made to do a similar thing, but with different biographies, I got Cash- the autobiography of Johnny Cash, the numbers show the page I got that line from:
I was convinced it was there, -192
I was about ready to kill him, -174
I love playing for country people, with their graciousness and quiet appreciation, -117
and he had real enthusiasm, -86
I even had a title, Late and Alone, -276
but it really caught my attention, -163
and having girls all over me, -74
we call it unit one. My cacoon, -51
The next time I saw him, -94
Perphaps in the late 50's or early 60's, -154
I can't remember how long I had been up, when I wrecked him the first time, -162
I've gone and got it sevral time since that first attack, -199
So he found trumpet players, came on up, arranged the song and ran the session, -217
Terrible news came today, -280
Long Bihn at the time was 'hot' with patrols and sweeps, -236
going out and enemy rockt and mortar rounds coming in. -236
Not much else; but here are so good internet games for you guys.
The beastless,
I.
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