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Katie Birdies coo

Postby FlyingDragon » Sat Sep 22, 2007 2:15 am

You know I do believe the granny was singing about a Katie Birdies coo.
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A husbands Vow

Postby FlyingDragon » Wed Sep 26, 2007 6:24 am

"Seven Refractions"

Love is like a never-ending vow.
How many times must I forgive her,
For time is like a river;
Its aquifers silently flow hither and thither through her libido.
Needles press along a tattooed drumlin cracking her hot fissures,
Measure her seismic responses with an affiance of romance connecting to her breast;
Oh she can caress you in that death dance of a liquefied giver.
As her eyes softly close to surrender her parting lips to a press of heated branding ,
Standing tall like a marble spar erected as a monument to her beauties demanding.
Hot breaths flows from compressed nostrils exhaling the pungent smells of her perfumed quivers,

She delivers a cure for that lure known to be an addiction to an incurable affliction;
When a man is in love he lusts that last syllable of her moans.
She becomes the throne of everything that has meaning in his life's serenity,
All other amenities are just frosting on his beauties mysteries;
History records that often conquerors will see a woman as being the highest prize.
Their tantalizing mystery brings majesty to the most common man's home,
Comb the earliest records of mankind and you will find that a woman's seed is what makes that castle atone;
A drone would lead an army in charge in order to protect his queen's bone.

It seems a known enchanted castle is nothing without a damsels caress,
Any dragons quest deprived of a woman's curves is never written in stone;
Deserving a treasure that can't be measured in earthly value.
Her exquisite form is not chattel taken in battle,
For no man would engage the courting of a womanly queen without a mind to find her thyme;
With seven refractions of a female form born to inflame and drive a man insane with unquenchable desire.
He longs to sire arcane angels of this dimension,
Her intentions are to please him with laments befitting one who must leave her even for a moment;
For in their marriage bed his kingdom is her pasture tied to his meadows horizontal atonement.
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Postby bill » Wed Sep 26, 2007 12:30 pm

I thought this thread was LOCAL songs and poetry?
I know my Summer'll never come
I know I'll cry until my dying day has come
Let the Winter roll along
I've got nothing left but song
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Postby general jack o'niell » Wed Sep 26, 2007 12:53 pm

there was a coo

stood on a hill

its naw there noo

it must have shifted!
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Postby Sweltered » Wed Sep 26, 2007 12:55 pm

I'm sure I've heard it mentioned that Manfred Mann once when played in Campbeltown in the late 60's, Didn't they do an arrangement of this :lol: :wink:
OOH did they knock down McCaigs folly.....
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Postby general jack o'niell » Wed Sep 26, 2007 1:01 pm

which one, your even more confusing than that other fla, i'm going to start calling myself an author too, i've got several unpublished works of fiction of my own, that last statement not being one of them in case your confused!!!!

if you've ever seen the ficticious works of other local authors you'll see i'm in good company, just haven't found an "ego publisher" thats cheap enough yet, maybe i should ask them, they would make good stocking fillers. much in the same way the cooncillors faces do when they are collecting their travel allowance
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Postby bill » Wed Sep 26, 2007 1:06 pm

Sweltered wrote:I'm sure I've heard it mentioned that Manfred Mann once when played in Campbeltown in the late 60's, Didn't they do an arrangement of this :lol: :wink:


Aye you must be a fan,it's on their "Five Faces of Mann" album.

Not many people know that. :lol: :lol: :lol:

Just one correction,it was'nt the late 60's,it was 1964. I WAS THERE,have I mentioned that before ?????
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Postby general jack o'niell » Wed Sep 26, 2007 1:24 pm

just the once but i don't think anybody noticed!!!!
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Poetry

Postby FlyingDragon » Wed Sep 26, 2007 1:48 pm

The next poem will be about the local area. Didn't mean to give you any distress.
Hopes of new energies deleted Manna, the City on a Hill in trade for a jackals till. Coal, Steam, then oil wells become still, evolving into that nuclear atoms death knells mill.
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Re: Poetry

Postby bill » Wed Sep 26, 2007 3:37 pm

FlyingDragon wrote:Didn't mean to give you any distress.


Nae distress,cause I never read it :) :)
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Postby ionnsaigh » Wed Sep 26, 2007 4:08 pm

Ya cheeky bugger Bill :D
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Raw Sewage

Postby FlyingDragon » Wed Sep 26, 2007 5:57 pm

I believe they must be cleaning the raw sewage out of France early this year. There is always a clog somewhere!
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Postby bill » Wed Sep 26, 2007 6:11 pm

No,the raw sewage is floating in Campbeltown loch.

I thought clogs were Dutch :?
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Postby FlyingDragon » Wed Sep 26, 2007 6:17 pm

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Postby bill » Wed Sep 26, 2007 6:21 pm

Obviously my Scottish sense of humour is not to your liking :(

Just what I am supposed to be jealous of alludes me :?
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