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  • Rookie Allan James Saywell (12/4/2005 9:44:00 AM) Post reply
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    i dont do a lot of poems on sportsmen but i woke up this morning at 2am in
    tweed heads Australia and for whatever reason i did a poem on mister Best
    the Irish soccer player who in his playing days was equal if not better then any player of his generation if you were a soccer fan you couldn't help but love him and now i'm going back to bed good-night

  • Rookie John Kay (12/4/2005 9:16:00 AM) Post reply | Read 7 replies

    Dreux Moreland has withdrawn his poems from the PH site, and that is a real testiment to what this site has become. Whatever his flaws, I can't remember the last time any poet ever debuted with such a fire storm-within hours, everyone was talking about his brilliant metaphors and images, so original and stunning at times that they were hard to look at, hard to believe even if they were sandwiched between cliches frequently. In all his raw splendor, he is the real McCoy, and I wonder how his work will look when he quiets down a little and he turns thirty. I'm sorry, friends, I feel cheated. I expect that we haven't heard the last of him. Now we can go back to the business of picking though the rubish on the board and ask ourselves how it was that we 'discovered' Dreux Moreland, and then ran him off so quickly, that we weren't more accomodating to this new, young poet. But that's not what we're about here, is it-being utterly overshadowed by a newcomer. Everyone saw this comet come and go, and it was a hell of a one-night-stand. Bravo.

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    • Rookie Alice Vedral Rivera (12/4/2005 1:10:00 PM) Post reply

      I liked the few I read and I was going to read more when I had a bit more time. It's a shame that he is gone. You kind have to take every thing with a grain or two of salt and develop a thicker skin ... more

    • Rookie John Kay (12/4/2005 10:36:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

      There is no deocy here. What kind of paranoia is that. The idea that his presence and departure was a 'decoy' is simply a ruse of Marcy's to off-color his departure. It's a sad day that he's gone and ... more

    • Rookie Poetry Hound (12/4/2005 9:58:00 AM) Post reply

      I haven't seen any evidence presented about why Dreux pulled his poems. I haven't seen any evidence that he is a decoy or a fake. If anyone has some facts about who he is or why he left, please presen ... more

    • Rookie Max Reif (12/4/2005 9:48:00 AM) Post reply

      This is a bit like Yeats screaming to th ... more

    • Rookie Max Reif (12/4/2005 9:46:00 AM) Post reply

      I feel rather sorry, too, John. I can ... more

    • Rookie Michael Shepherd (12/4/2005 9:42:00 AM) Post reply

      Dreux really felt singed, and I've messa ... more

    • Rookie Allan James Saywell (12/4/2005 9:36:00 AM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

      what did he want instant fame crikie he ... more

  • Rookie Lorraine Vaughan (12/4/2005 7:56:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Hi, I am currently setting up a website that features poetry and would love if some people could help me out by telling me what poems they like and give me some ideas. I am using quotes on it too so that also.
    Thanks a million!

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    • Rookie Max Reif (12/4/2005 7:59:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

      Might need to clarify a bit. Are you talking about 'famous poems', by 'dead poets' and the like? Or are you asking for submissions from poets here? Thanks. (And a little more general info about the ... more

  • Rookie Rakesh Jaddu (12/4/2005 1:43:00 AM) Post reply

    hi people...am new to this site...tell me hoe to use the forum...i cant see any other messages...

  • Rookie allan james saywell (12/4/2005 12:39:00 AM) Post reply

    it's been a hards days night
    I should be sleeping like a log
    It's been a hard days night
    i should be sleeping like a log
    But when i get home to you
    I find the things that you do
    Will make me feel all right
    yes i'll feel all right
    Yes i' feel all right

    the beatles
    cop that for poetry saywell

  • Rookie Allan James Saywell (12/3/2005 11:46:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    The Man from Iron Bark


    It was the man from Ironbark who struck the Sydney town,
    He wandered over street and park, he wandered up and down.
    He loitered here he loitered there, till he was like to drop,
    Until at last in sheer despair he sought a barber's shop.
    'Ere! shave my beard and whiskers off, I'll be a man of mark,
    I'll go and do the Sydney toff up home in Ironbark.'
    The barber man was small and flash, as barbers mostly are,
    He wore a strike-your-fancy sash he smoked a huge cigar;
    He was a humorist of note and keen at repartee,
    He laid the odds and kept a 'tote', whatever that may be,
    And when he saw our friend arrive, he whispered, 'Here's a lark!
    Just watch me catch him all alive, this man from Ironbark.'

    There were some gilded youths that sat along the barber's wall.
    Their eyes were dull, their heads were flat, they had no brains at all;
    To them the barber passed the wink his dexter eyelid shut,
    'I'll make this bloomin' yokel think his bloomin' throat is cut.'
    And as he soaped and rubbed it in he made a rude remark:
    'I s'pose the flats is pretty green up there in Ironbark.'

    A grunt was all reply he got; he shaved the bushman's chin,
    Then made the water boiling hot and dipped the razor in.
    He raised his hand, his brow grew black, he paused awhile to gloat,
    Then slashed the red-hot razor-back across his victim's throat;
    Upon the newly-shaven skin it made a livid mark -
    No doubt it fairly took him in - the man from Ironbark.

    He fetched a wild up-country yell might wake the dead to hear,
    And though his throat, he knew full well, was cut from ear to ear,
    He struggled gamely to his feet, and faced the murd'rous foe:
    'You've done for me! you dog, I'm beat! one hit before I go!
    I only wish I had a knife, you blessed murdering shark!
    But you'll remember all your life the man from Ironbark.'

    He lifted up his hairy paw, with one tremendous clout
    He landed on the barber's jaw, and knocked the barber out.
    He set to work with nail and tooth, he made the place a wreck;
    He grabbed the nearest gilded youth, and tried to break his neck.
    And all the while his throat he held to save his vital spark,
    And 'Murder! Bloody murder! ' yelled the man from Ironbark.

    A peeler man who heard the din came in to see the show;
    He tried to run the bushman in, but he refused to go.
    And when at last the barber spoke, and said ''Twas all in fun'
    Twas just a little harmless joke, a trifle overdone.'
    'A joke! ' he cried, 'By George, that's fine; a lively sort of lark;
    I'd like to catch that murdering swine some night in Ironbark.'

    And now while round the shearing floor the list'ning shearers gape,
    He tells the story o'er and o'er, and brags of his escape.
    'Them barber chaps what keeps a tote, By George, I've had enough,
    One tried to cut my bloomin' throat, but thank the Lord it's tough.'
    And whether he's believed or no, there's one thing to remark,
    That flowing beards are all the go way up in Ironbark.

    A.B. (Banjo) Paterson

    A B Banjo Paterson

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    • Rookie Herbert Nehrlich1 (12/3/2005 11:50:00 PM) Post reply

      I love it Allan, the taste of the Great Outback. Best wishes H P.S.: I hope you are wrong with the clouds coming to P/H

  • Rookie Mary Nagy (12/3/2005 8:17:00 PM) Post reply | Read 3 replies

    Hey, I just noticed something in the other forum and I thought I'd share it here........when you type short poems it turns into a link. This also works with love poems. Not sure what else would turn into a link..... death poems, christmas poems, holiday poems, ? ? Has this always happened or is it a new feature that I just never noticed?

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    • Rookie Richard George (12/4/2005 5:53:00 AM) Post reply

      There can be a silver lining to this... a haiku of mine called 'Small Solace' went straight into poems on loss, and it's my most read poem (nearly 300 hits) .

    • Rookie Mary Nagy (12/3/2005 8:18:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

      Ok, forget it........It does make a link but it's not a link on this site it seems........the love poems one took me to a mobile phone thing.....strange.


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  • Rookie - 150 Points Poetry Hound (12/3/2005 3:57:00 PM) Post reply

    Dreux,
    As you can see for yourself, it's a menagerie around here. Some people don't even make any sense. I suggest you write privately to the individuals you would like input from. Regards.

  • Rookie Allan James Saywell (12/3/2005 3:57:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    FOR DRUEX

    I HAVE GATHERED THESE STORIES AFAR
    IN THE WIND AND THE RAIN
    IN THE LAND WHERE THE CATTLE CAMPS ARE
    ON THE EDGE OF THE PLAIN
    ON THE OVERLAND ROUTES OF THE WEST
    WHEN THE WATCHES WERE LONG
    I HAVE FASHIONED IN ERNEST AND JEST
    THESE FRAGMENTS OF SONG

    THEY ARE JUST THE RUDE STORIES ONE HEARS
    IN SADNESS AND MIRTH
    THE RECORDS OF WANDERING YEARS-
    AND SCANT IS THEIR WORTH
    THOUGH THEIRE MERITS ARE BUT SLIGHT
    I SHALL NOT REPINE
    IF THEY GIVE YOU ONE MOMENTS DELIGHT
    OLD COMRADES OF MINE

    THAT IS THE PRELUDE FROM A BOOK OF AB PATTERSON IN MY POSESSION I DONT THINK IT IS IN YOUR LIST OF POEMS AND I HOPE IT WILL HELP THOSE SO CALLED POETS
    WHO THINK THEY KNOW EVERTHING BUT REALY KNOW NOTHING

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    • Rookie Ernestine Northover (12/3/2005 4:14:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

      I know this is written for Druex, Allan, but I would like to say that it is absolutely super, what a fantastic poem, I have never read his work before but it's definitely a great read. Thanks for putt ... more

  • Rookie Allan James Saywell (12/3/2005 3:42:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    dreux you would be better suited with your brand of, i dont know what to call it definately not poetry some sites that look after beginners we have heaps of beginners here do you really think you can walk into a site full of lunatics
    and get them to read your work when they dont understand themselves i mean well
    educated people and they write shit pure shit that is why i have to give them heaps of banjo because reading him they will at least understand rhyme
    because bannjo was a master i mean how many poems have you put together
    have you heard of delusions and these will play you along while ever it suits them because they have the same delusions as you they think they even after five poems they think that an editor is going to tap them on a shoulder and say are you ready to be published

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