Rather Than Twiddle Your Thumbs, Write A Poem...

Gramaisc

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poetsbumcheeks

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Portscatho


I have been here before

In another life.

Another state of mind, a different heart.

Maybe innocent.

Wanting without knowing,

Needing without thinking.

With those I hold dearest,

I can see them now,

Here amongst strange familiarity.

A rented home.


These ghosts.

This place is haunted beauty.

The ocean stretched out,

Framed by cliffs and green and blue.

I have cast this shadow before,

Upon the path I now follow.

Under this sun,

Along the cliff edge.

I have smelt these smells,

Where the sea meets the shore.

I have been here before.


Memories as spirit,

Perfect moments,

When all I knew was the infinite present.

And now the passing of time, perspective,

Temporal limitation.

The limit creates possibility,

Of beauty, love and sentiment.

All that is temporary.

I have been here before.
 

Withnail

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Spotted Stafford Highlights


Wanted , must be

either cheap,
very cheap
or free ( anything at all )

Missing dogcat Found catdog

Any jobs going for a lazyfuck

What's
the name of the girl
who has
hair and legs
and walks

For sale

locked phone,
small blood stain
 
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Withnail

Well-Known Forumite
#2

Anyone got ?

a fish tank for sale

Best place to

hire a van
get my nails done
puppy, driving
lessons

Whats happening in Exeter Street,

police helicopter

Must be free
 

poetsbumcheeks

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Tuesday 10am


The train to Euston,

A sea of laptops, tablets and phones.

Screens flashing up emails, house of cards, autotrader,

Line of duty – sometimes more than one screen for a pair of eyes and ears.

Facebook, whatsapp, whatever.

At 10am on a Tuesday.


Work calls, conference and the like.

Signal cutting out.

Frustration with the lack of goddamn connection.

Big shots don’t go without.


A trip to the loo, up the aisle as it were,

Reveals endless scrolling.

Through emails, texts, flicking through fit girls – hey mate check this out.

This is work time but a life time,

That can’t be told apart.


Headphones are on shutting out the world.

For interruptions every second.

Notifications beckon,

The attention elsewhere.


Does the thumb know what the mind wants?

Or does agitation lead to movement before the brain engages.

To let the screen lead the brain where distraction may wander.

The chicken or the egg, nature or nurture.

The mind in space and time,

The tech utopia.

Tuesday 10am,

Traditionally work time.
 

Gramaisc

Forum O. G.
Tuesday 10am


The train to Euston,

A sea of laptops, tablets and phones.

Screens flashing up emails, house of cards, autotrader,

Line of duty – sometimes more than one screen for a pair of eyes and ears.

Facebook, whatsapp, whatever.

At 10am on a Tuesday.


Work calls, conference and the like.

Signal cutting out.

Frustration with the lack of goddamn connection.

Big shots don’t go without.


A trip to the loo, up the aisle as it were,

Reveals endless scrolling.

Through emails, texts, flicking through fit girls – hey mate check this out.

This is work time but a life time,

That can’t be told apart.


Headphones are on shutting out the world.

For interruptions every second.

Notifications beckon,

The attention elsewhere.


Does the thumb know what the mind wants?

Or does agitation lead to movement before the brain engages.

To let the screen lead the brain where distraction may wander.

The chicken or the egg, nature or nurture.

The mind in space and time,

The tech utopia.

Tuesday 10am,

Traditionally work time.
Picture from the Gardaí during the Liverpool/Barcelona match last night...

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Thehooperman

Well-Known Forumite
Sorry. Remind me how United have done in the Champions League and premiership this season. Or for the last six seasons in fact...

:P

In terms of trophies in those two competitions about the same as yours; however we still need to employ a cleaner to polish the contents of our trophy cabinet :)

Great to see two, possibly four English teams in the European finals nonetheless. Enjoy while you can.
 

Sk84goal

Well-Known Forumite
Are we really surprised when the broken breaks things.
That we have no idea of what a certain life brings.
Are we really surprised when the addict acts addicted.
As if they are normal and not actually afflicted.
Do we simply allow our fear to dictate
That we lock them away and that this is their fate.
To rinse and repeat again and again
To allow their lives to continue along in such pain
Or do we finally accept that the answer’s to treat.
Is it really such an incredibly feat
To fund for the treatment of those in such pain.
So they don’t need to cry out again and again.
 

poetsbumcheeks

Well-Known Forumite
Words

A million thoughts
No one would ever hear
If I didn’t have your ear
Your love
And acceptance
Your time and rejection
To challenge
complacency
Dreams are not easy to have
Without hope and humility
Grounded on the rocks
From falling to earth
Nothing worth loving
Is simple



Sent from my iPhone
 

Withnail

Well-Known Forumite
When

When you care is where we care,
What takes you there, keeps us there.

That one time when

That one time

When you saw it for
What it was
Saw it wasn’t for
What you are for.

It became, then,
Not what you are,
What you want,
What was once.

It changed -
Became we,
What we are,
What we need.

When we care is where we win,
Takes us up and keeps us there.
 

poetsbumcheeks

Well-Known Forumite
Just found this as some notes for a song idea and liked it as words:


Just a slice of something


I’m lost, but know exactly where I am, what I’m supposed to do


Girls

Summer

Forget

Live

Dream
 

BobClay

Well-Known Forumite
Far far away in a galaxy,
(Rhyming with Galaxy vexath me)
So the end of this tale
Is a five star fail
Readers, please take the axe to me.

:P:P:P:P:P
 
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