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 Posted:   Aug 15, 2019 - 3:26 PM   
 By:   joan hue   (Member)

Jackfu, your words go perfectly with that song. How fun. I sympathize with wondering where the cell phone or keys are. Plus I misplace that darn remote control for the TV now and then Ugh. Delightful poem.

 
 Posted:   Aug 16, 2019 - 4:19 AM   
 By:   jackfu   (Member)

Jackfu, your words go perfectly with that song. How fun. I sympathize with wondering where the cell phone or keys are. Plus I misplace that darn remote control for the TV now and then Ugh. Delightful poem.

Thank you, Joan! smile

 
 
 Posted:   Aug 16, 2019 - 4:38 AM   
 By:   Tall Guy   (Member)

Jackfu, your words go perfectly with that song. How fun. I sympathize with wondering where the cell phone or keys are. Plus I misplace that darn remote control for the TV now and then Ugh. Delightful poem.


Don't think I know the tune, at least under that name. Fun words, though!

 
 Posted:   Aug 16, 2019 - 6:57 AM   
 By:   jackfu   (Member)

Jackfu, your words go perfectly with that song. How fun. I sympathize with wondering where the cell phone or keys are. Plus I misplace that darn remote control for the TV now and then Ugh. Delightful poem.


Don't think I know the tune, at least under that name. Fun words, though!


Thanks! Here's the song:

 
 
 Posted:   Aug 19, 2019 - 7:24 AM   
 By:   joan hue   (Member)

STRETCHED TOO THIN

If I could find a Genie
and he'd give one wish to me;
I'd wish for eight whole hours
of quiet simplicity.

I'd sit like windless sails.
Forget the floors and pails.
Just sniff some lovely flowers,
And forbid the word "details."

 
 Posted:   Aug 19, 2019 - 3:40 PM   
 By:   Mr. Marshall   (Member)

Ask not For whom the bells toll
It tolls for Dimucci

 
 
 Posted:   Aug 19, 2019 - 4:49 PM   
 By:   joan hue   (Member)

(To my husband who lost a friend.)

GUY TALK

Impersonal telephone wires
relayed my friend’s suicide.
Shock shrouded me,
mouth sucking sludge air
like struggling salmon flipped
on to level rocks.
Last week we’d all been together
at work and taverns,
blind to his signs.
Some signal, even dimmed amber,
had to have flashed the intent of
so young a man to execute
notes to his wife, three children
and a hose to his muffler.

We just had guy talk-
business, Olympics, more brewskies.
I thought him a little quieter,
as we drank more and more from
the shallowest end of the bar.
Why did we all keep shoving
into his longer silences?
I remember how we just rambled,
fearful of pauses and quiet
that are invitations for the cleansing of air.

After the funeral,
our gathering at the bar
drank beer that tasted flat,
the popcorn and peanuts piling
high around our barstools,
weighting us in a
silent downstream riffle.

I wanted to join a group of women
drinking near me, perhaps escaping
into their gossip and giggles.
But I and my buddies have
always been afraid
of those who leave airy space
for the articulate, distinctly
raised braille of the heart.

 
 Posted:   Aug 20, 2019 - 6:58 AM   
 By:   jackfu   (Member)

Thank you, Joan; poignant and painfully accurate. Beautiful!

 
 
 Posted:   Aug 20, 2019 - 9:06 AM   
 By:   joan hue   (Member)

Thank you so much, Jackfu. My first poem was light, but the second was pretty heavy.

Can't wait to read your next Song-Turned-Into-A-Poem.

 
 
 Posted:   Aug 21, 2019 - 4:46 AM   
 By:   Tall Guy   (Member)

Yes, that was great, Joan, speaking as a chap.

 
 
 Posted:   Aug 21, 2019 - 7:08 AM   
 By:   joan hue   (Member)

Thanks, TG. Appreciate you. Hope you will start a new limerick thread that won't become "Haunted." smile

 
 
 Posted:   Aug 21, 2019 - 12:00 PM   
 By:   Tall Guy   (Member)

Thanks, TG. Appreciate you. Hope you will start a new limerick thread that won't become "Haunted." smile


I still live in hope that the limericks will come to light. Apart from anything else, there were some great and irreplaceable ones from Cindy.

 
 
 Posted:   Aug 23, 2019 - 1:55 PM   
 By:   Tall Guy   (Member)


It seems that Piero Piccioni
Preferred local beaches being stoney
Because not leaving prints
In the sand stopped the hints
That his alibi might just be phoney

 
 
 Posted:   Aug 23, 2019 - 3:56 PM   
 By:   joan hue   (Member)

TG, Cindy's limericks are irreplaceable.

And wow, what a nice limerick on your part about a not so well-known composer. Thumbs up.

 
 Posted:   Aug 23, 2019 - 4:42 PM   
 By:   DOGBELLE   (Member)

To arms to arms
went out the call.
run, yes run all men to war.

to arms, to arms to the war, the war we went.
run yes run to your end.

to arms to arms the call went out
mother please hold me in arms of your love.
yes to your arms I went.No more to be said.

 
 
 Posted:   Aug 26, 2019 - 2:59 AM   
 By:   Tall Guy   (Member)

To arms to arms
went out the call.
run, yes run all men to war.

to arms, to arms to the war, the war we went.
run yes run to your end.

to arms to arms the call went out
mother please hold me in arms of your love.
yes to your arms I went.No more to be said.



Nice, Dog, heartfelt.

 
 
 Posted:   Aug 26, 2019 - 3:01 AM   
 By:   Tall Guy   (Member)

TG, Cindy's limericks are irreplaceable.

And wow, what a nice limerick on your part about a not so well-known composer. Thumbs up.


Hides a sad story, Joan, relating to a “nobody”, about whom the truth will never be known.

 
 
 Posted:   Aug 26, 2019 - 8:40 AM   
 By:   joan hue   (Member)

"Nice, Dog, heartfelt."

Ditto, Doggie. Sorry I missed this one.

TG, sorry it is a "sad" story.

 
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