Brian Dixon
- Location: Dover
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seeing that afew ditties have sprung up over the last couple of weeks,i thought i would start of with somthing contreversial by tennyson.
1.
Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
"Forward, the Light Brigade!
"Charge for the guns!" he said:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
2.
"Forward, the Light Brigade!"
Was there a man dismay'd?
Not tho' the soldier knew
Someone had blunder'd:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
3.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.
4.
Flash'd all their sabres bare,
Flash'd as they turn'd in air,
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army, while
All the world wonder'd:
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right thro' the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reel'd from the sabre stroke
Shatter'd and sunder'd.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.
5.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro' the jaws of Death
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.
6.
When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wondered.
Honor the charge they made,
Honor the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred.
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If ever I finish writing my family history I will include this at the beginning:
"I saw behind me those who had gone, and before me those who are to come
- I looked back and saw my father, and his father, and all our fathers, and in front to see my son, and his son, and the sons upon sons beyond.
And their eyes were my eyes. As I felt, so they had felt and were to feel, as then, so now, as tomorrow and forever.
Then I was not afraid, for I was in a long line that had no beginning and no end, and the hand of his father grasped my father's hand, and his hand was in mine, and my unborn son took my right hand.
All, up and down the line that stretched from Time That Was to Time That Is, and Is Not Yet, raised their hands to show the link, and
we found that we were one, born of Woman, Son of Man, made in the Image, fashioned in the Womb by the Will of God, the Eternal Father."
(from "How Green was my Valley" by Richd Llewellyn)
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Lincolnshire Born and Bred
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As I gaze out from my window Brian what do I see..
Ships, towers, domes, theatres and temples lie
Open unto the fields and to the sky;
All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
....well okay, but I see ships anyway, thats for sure, the theatres and the temples no alas, none to be seen. The smokeless air, well thats another story..you have to allow for some artistic license.
Yes we had an outbreak of the literaries on the frontpage
fetching forth master lines from John Masefield and Mathew Arnold.
The one above is??...well ye cant have a quiz anymore because of search engines so its by William Wordsworth and he was speaking of the view from Westminster Bridge. Had this one drummed into me at school 2 million years ago and I can still quote it off the top of my head as I can with others. It shows what a good religious beating can do for you !!! aaarrrgh dont remind me
Brian Dixon- Location: Dover
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a little somthing for you romantis by wordsworth.
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee;
A poet could not be but gay,
In such a jocund company!
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
Guest 658- Registered: 13 Mar 2008
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A sample of graffiti circa 1915 in the caves under the Somme battlefield.
The lord is my shepherd
but some of us are very naughty sheep.
Could well apply to some of us.
beer the food of the gods
Brian Dixon- Location: Dover
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in answer to guzzlers graffeti,here is one you might enjoy.answers on a post card.
if you sprinkle when you tinkle,
be a sweetie and wipe the seatie.
Ross Miller
- Location: London Road, Dover
- Registered: 17 Sep 2008
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I love haiku - i enjoy trying to write them
here is one of my efforts:
Quake hits Japan
Papers spread panic here,
Stock Market rises
"Dream as if you'll live forever. Live as if you'll die today." - James Dean
"Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength,
While loving someone deeply gives you courage" - Laozi
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Awake! For Morning in the Bowl of Night
Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight.
And Lo! The Hunter in the East
Has caught the Sultan's Turret in a Noose of Light.
My father used to wake me up every morning by reciting that piece of Omar Khayyam's Rubaiyat.
I'm an optimist. But I'm an optimist who takes my raincoat - Harold Wilson
Brian Dixon- Location: Dover
- Registered: 23 Sep 2008
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and for somthing differant,a few words from kipling.
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"I Keep Six Honest
Serving Men ..."
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I KEEP six honest serving-men
(They taught me all I knew);
Their names are What and Why and When
And How and Where and Who.
I send them over land and sea,
I send them east and west;
But after they have worked for me,
I give them all a rest.
I let them rest from nine till five,
For I am busy then,
As well as breakfast, lunch, and tea,
For they are hungry men.
But different folk have different views;
I know a person small—
She keeps ten million serving-men,
Who get no rest at all!
She sends'em abroad on her own affairs,
From the second she opens her eyes—
One million Hows, two million Wheres,
And seven million Whys!
The Elephant's Child
Guest 710- Registered: 28 Feb 2011
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Poetry is so much fun
I often concoct Clerihews
after all is said and done
it's good to share a-bit-o-news
Clerihews are short poems that follow a few short rules.
1-They are four lines long.
2-They rhyme;aa,bb.
3-The first line contains a name.
4-They are usually humorous.
Colin Pritchard, late forum wit
Few in Dover could get enough of it
His photographs were highly prized
As a Topic Bar he was disguised
Ignorance is bliss, bliss is happiness, I am happy...to draw your attention to the possible connectivity in the foregoing.
howard mcsweeney1- Location: Dover
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quality stuff tom, thanks for that.
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Nicholas William Peter "Nick" Clegg
An Easter-time toast to this thoroughly good egg
anagram-wise, Lib-Dem yields 'Electoral Bid Ram '
which is just as well as the Electoral Doors slam!
Ignorance is bliss, bliss is happiness, I am happy...to draw your attention to the possible connectivity in the foregoing.
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"She walked into my office like a centipede with 98 missing legs."
"The hailstones bounced on the pavements like maggots being fried in hot oil"
I wondered what Clerihews were, thanks Tom, keep it up.
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Lincolnshire Born and Bred
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Walter the Tyler
bested by J-Rex, beguiler
Wat and J Ball, the mad priest of Kent
the former lost his head in town, the latter traipsed home spent
Ignorance is bliss, bliss is happiness, I am happy...to draw your attention to the possible connectivity in the foregoing.
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The first ever clerihew was written about Sir Humphry Davy:
Sir Humphry Davy
Was not fond of gravy.
He lived in the odium
Of having discovered sodium
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edmund_Clerihew_BentleyIgnorance is bliss, bliss is happiness, I am happy...to draw your attention to the possible connectivity in the foregoing.
Guest 645- Registered: 12 Mar 2008
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There was a poet called Tom
Who kept the forum aplomb
With his ditties posted daily
Which amused the members greatly
Marek
I think therefore I am (not a Tory supporter)
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Cameron, David WD
a greater man would be something to see
Leader of the Conservative and Unionist
his party, like the 60s, swings with a twist
Ignorance is bliss, bliss is happiness, I am happy...to draw your attention to the possible connectivity in the foregoing.
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George the Third,
Ought never to have occurred.
One can only wonder
At so grotesque a blunder.
Edmund Clerihew Bentley (1875-1956) ...
My favourite.
I'm an optimist. But I'm an optimist who takes my raincoat - Harold Wilson
Ross Miller- Location: London Road, Dover
- Registered: 17 Sep 2008
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some of my fave modern haiku
SCARED STIFF
PAYING FOR CONDOMS
WITH A RUBBER CHECK
ORAL SEX
THE POLITICIAN
SPEECHLESS
"Dream as if you'll live forever. Live as if you'll die today." - James Dean
"Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength,
While loving someone deeply gives you courage" - Laozi
Guest 698- Registered: 28 May 2010
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Wrong syllable pattern, Ross. Should be 5-7-5.
I'm an optimist. But I'm an optimist who takes my raincoat - Harold Wilson