The Kintyre Forum Poem ( First line)

[Govangirl]

For those that like familiar, the poetry for the masses
Stanzas, rhyme and meter surely then surpasses
But to make rich observations, to tumble out emotions
We leap straight off the structured page, into free verse notions
And so, to rhyme or not to rhyme, is that the issue here?
I think there’s more to poetry than meets the cliched ear.

EMDEE, that was a wonderful poem you wrote but for me, there's room for both traditional and contemporary poetry. I like both. I don't know who you were referring to with the 'grossly inflated literary reputation' comment (Duffy? Ionns?) but if it was the former, please give her another try. She's inspiring. Of course, if it was Ionns then there is nothing grossly inflated about HIS literary reputation!

[ionnsaigh]

Your a man of many talents, mister EMDEE,
Some would call you stubborn, not however me,
How was decimalisation ? Two bob became Ten P,
Imperial weights and measures, Zero One Two Three.

Jazz like abstract painting, Picasso and the like,
The old school can, go take a hike,
Words evolve as people do, language looks alike,
Ionnsaigh the name adopted, by wee Glasgow Mike.

[ionnsaigh]

Naughty naughty - naughty me,
Having a go at our EMDEE,
No need for worry - or indEEd fret,
Am EMDEE'S - Glasga pet KEElie.

[EMDEE]

For poems and banter, I think we all know,
The Corner’s the venue where one needs to go,
When jibes, indeed insults, are framed in a rhyme,
You can speak your mind freely (well, most of the time).

[tootsy]

I stumbled in here as I was bored and nothing much was happening on the forum to finally find a bit of poetry which is worth reading right the way through. well done emdee, the nearest to a talented poet in the forum. now, if you could turn your talents to modern art as well. if a picture paints a thousand words, how much more can we say with an old mattress,a pile of manure and half a dead coo.

[hugh]

Aye, Emdee's good, I like his style
To him I'll raise a glass and a smile
But I don't think he's the type
to express his views
through the medium of mattresses
Or bits of dead coos
And you, yourself, I'm pretty sure
Could express your own
with a pile of manure.

[ionnsaigh]

Och you hugh
a wish a hid
yer common sense
an yer humour
yon last post

shone sparkle shine
poor died coo's
that disnae rhyme
toot toot tootsy
goodbye.

[hugh]

Auntie Sally, by mistake
Put senna pods in the carrot cake
The only advice that she should take
is skip to the loo my darling.

Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822)

[hugh]

My heart leaps up when I behold
Pot noodles on the shelf:
It means that I don't have to go
Down to the all-night Texaco
Garage when the munchies take hold
At half past twelve!
Now I can just go with the flow:
Then let the kettle do the work
And get stuck in with the last clean fork.

William Wordsworth (1770-1850)

[EMDEE]

Poor little John is dead and gone,
His troubles are no more,
For what he thought was H2O,
Was H2SO4.

(Don't know who wrote it)

[hugh]

Do not go mental into that good night,
Old men shouldn't rave at the end of the day;
Stay in, stay in, the telly's good tonight.

For wise men know that Tesco's price is right,
Because they've stocked up on White Lightning they
Do not go mental into that good night.

Dylan Thomas (1914-1953)

[hugh]

From "To A Muse"

Here's to Scotia's finest sichtie,
A bonny lassie in her nichtie!
An' when she trummels doon,
Dear God almichty!
It mak's sic a bard o' me.
An' wae English I'll no' afflict ye;
But wae guid clanchielsurme.*

*Clanchielsurme (noun. Clan-cheel-sur-mee). Def. Obscure Scots dialect word for obscure Scots dialect that no-one's ever heard of.

Robert Burns (1759-1796)

[ionnsaigh]

Clanchielsurme

Gaelic translation - Two for the price of one .

[A Horse called Juan Face]

I don't snap on like you want me to
because it still hurts my eyes when they turn red
I sit down, rode all the way next to my heart
it beats to the time too close to your truth

Yeah the tarot broke, open the glasshouse
so this might just be the saddest day I've ever known
Yeah the tarot broke, open the glasshouse
and this might just be the saddest day I've ever known

My arms are tied behind disease
I'll probably be gone the next time too
in a corner in a shadow I sit self-obsessesed
too busy, too important to say goodbye

This regret, it kills you'll never forget
take the time this time to say your goodbyes

Sparta - Glasshouse Tarot

[Govangirl]

I'm not being funny and I have absolutely no idea what you're quoting there Horse but your own stuff is better than that!