General Chat

I find it very therapeutic, both to read and to write.

Though most of my 'poems' are not good they are a great way of expressing feelings and impressions in short bursts of words, especially when I am angry lol ( I can be quite vicious ;-) ) .

here is a favourite short poem that 'says it all' in few words.

"In A Bath Teashop" by John Betjeman

"Let us not speak, for the love we bear one another—
Let us hold hands and look."
She such a very ordinary little woman;
He such a thumping crook;
But both, for a moment, little lower than the angels
In the teashop's ingle-nook."

I rather like that!

I like that and I like John Betjeman

This made me look again in a poetry book. Strange how you see poems you hadn't noticed before. This made me chuckle.

Bad Women

Oh the gladmess of a woman when she's glad!
And oh the sadness of a woman when she's sad!
But the gladness of her gladness
And the sadness of her sadness
Are nothing to her badness when she's bad!

Anon.

lolol Ann I like that!

I like this one - makes me think of lazy summer days and a part of the world I love.

~Adlestrop~

Yes. I remember Adlestrop—
The name, because one afternoon
Of heat the express-train drew up there
Unwontedly. It was late June.

The steam hissed. Someone cleared his throat.
No one left and no one came
On the bare platform. What I saw
Was Adlestrop—only the name

And willows, willow-herb, and grass,
And meadowsweet, and haycocks dry,
No whit less still and lonely fair
Than the high cloudlets in the sky.

And for that minute a blackbird sang
Close by, and round him, mistier,
Farther and farther, all the birds
Of Oxfordshire and Gloucestershire.

~Edward Thomas~

Rose.....I do like some romantic poetry but have to admit that my favourite is comedy.

I am a big Pam Ayres fan.......this is one of her early ones...


Oh, I wish I’d looked after me teeth,
And spotted the dangers beneath
All the toffees I chewed,
And the sweet sticky food.
Oh, I wish I’d looked after me teeth.

I wish I’d been that much more willin’
When I had more tooth there than fillin’
To give up gobstoppers,
From respect to me choppers,
And to buy something else with me shillin’.

When I think of the lollies I licked
And the liquorice allsorts I picked,
Sherbet dabs, big and little,
All that hard peanut brittle,
My conscience gets horribly pricked.

My mother, she told me no end,
‘If you got a tooth, you got a friend.’
I was young then, and careless,
My toothbrush was hairless,
I never had much time to spend.

Oh I showed them the toothpaste all right,
I flashed it about late at night,
But up-and-down brushin’
And pokin’ and fussin’
Didn’t seem worth the time – I could bite!

If I’d known I was paving the way
To cavities, caps and decay,
The murder of fillin’s,
Injections and drillin’s,
I’d have thrown all me sherbet away.

So I lie in the old dentist’s chair,
And I gaze up his nose in despair,
And his drill it do whine
In these molars of mine.
‘Two amalgam,’ he’ll say, ‘for in there.’

How I laughed at my mother’s false teeth,
As they foamed in the waters beneath.
But now comes the reckonin’
It’s me they are beckonin’
Oh, I wish I’d looked after me teeth.


- Pam Ayres.....Taken from the The Works: The Classic Collection 2008.


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