12-04-2018, 09:15 PM
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I do my best to keep things clean Sweetie, but it’s not easy when they insist on shouting their love from the highest hills, even telling the golden daffodils, not to worry though, it won’t be long till we hear those famous words from one of them “Why Darling, I do believe we’re having our first quarrel” It’ll be all down hill after that, mark my words.
Well I’m heading off now for a pint with the love of me life, oh yes love is a many splendid thing indeed.
See yis all tomorrow.
12-04-2018, 11:27 PM
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"A glooming peace this morning with it brings;The sun for sorrow will not show his head.
Go hence to have more talk of these sad things,
Some shall be pardoned, and some punished,
For never was a story of more woe
Than this of Juliet and her Romeo
Dilly dilly(whatever?)
12-04-2018, 11:36 PM
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A little bit of culture,The seven ages of man.
Shakespeare innit
All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players.
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.
Then, the whining school-boy with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like a snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then, a soldier,
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden, and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then, the justice,
In fair round belly, with a good capon lin’d,
With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws, and modern instances,
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper’d pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well sav’d, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.’
***********Where are you??**************
12-04-2018, 11:48 PM
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Originally Posted by Jem
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And well you might Spitty.What have we got here, well so far we have two male scribblers in love, one speechless poet, a very sweet lady, a demented jeweller, and a missing Fruitcake.
I wish you the best of luck with it my good man, indeed I think Hercule Poirot would be hard pressed to figure that one out.
13-04-2018, 12:19 AM
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Originally Posted by Robert Junior
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A little bit of culture, The seven ages of man.
Shakespeare innit
All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players.
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.
Then, the whining school-boy with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like a snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then, a soldier,
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden, and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then, the justice,
In fair round belly, with a good capon lin’d,
With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws, and modern instances,
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper’d pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well sav’d, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.’
***********Where are you??**************
Shakespeare had a great spear
Protruding from ‘is head
And as about the stage did strut
He often tripped ahead
The words would all get jumbled up
And come out double dutch
He could have been a Dutchman
If he hadn’t drunk too much
But multicultural things he did
Long long before we knew
Remember old Othello
And the crippled hunch back Jew?
He was a man of vision
Wore bifocals in the shower
Were he would pen his prose ya knows
Watched by birds upon the bower
© gumbud - the play starts next month at the theatre in the round
13-04-2018, 08:09 AM
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Re: Leisurely Scribbles (part 5)
Originally Posted by spitfire
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One doth know, when age is upon one, when the security of a Screw, is replaced, by an urge to "Nail It".
13-04-2018, 12:48 PM
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Goodness me how deep the posts are.Are these the reflections of misspent youth?
Or the desire to relive it all again?
I know not what hides in the memories of mice or men, but merely try to decipher the actions or purpose.
I was sorting through some papers with hubby, the pile that we must search for any importance relating to my recent past away BIL.
I came across his diaries!!!
It still felt like an invasion of his privacy, but I am a woman, we can tend to be nosey.
I have been told by his family members the stories of his disastrous love life. BUT, here in these pages, I found a quite different version of events.
I have never had my heart broken, I cannot begin to imagine how it must feel when a romantic relationship ends. I was under the naive impression, that it was not such an emotional drama for men. Maybe they are just better at hiding these things.
I may tell you more, as this seems the appropriate place to reap some understanding of mice and men.
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