Poetry, prose, song.

[Jamo Martinez]

Post stuff you like or where possible stuff you've written yourself. A fair few creative souls on this forum, and most have got good taste, so it should be good. A celebration of the written word. I'll start

Soldiers who wish to be hero
are practically zero,
but those who wish to be civilians,
Jesus, they run into millions.

*graffiti in a US Army latrine, World War II


While I would not go so far, perhaps, as to describe the heart as actually leaden, I must confess that on the eve of starting to do my bit of time at Deverill Hall I was definitely short on chirpiness. I shrank from the prospect of being decanted into a household on chummy terms with a thug like my Aunt Agatha, weakened as I already was by having had her son Thomas, one of our most prominent fiends in human shape, on my hands for three days.
I mentioned this to Jeeves, and he agreed that the set-up could have been juicier.


* Opening extract form 'The Mating season' by P.G. Wodehouse

 

[heatmeiser]

"Every generation imagines itself to be more intelligent than the one that went before it, and wiser than the one that comes after it."

George Orwell


And rather apt for this f*rum : "It is the mark of an educated mind to be able to entertain a thought without accepting it."

Aristotle

 

[Jamo Martinez]

Ode to my lunch, by Jimmy Martin

Four potatoes slowly baked,
That sounds good, for goodness sake
Three pork sausages, evenly fried,
Taste so good I think I've died, (and gone to heaven, obviously, but I couldn't get that to rhyme)
Two eggs, scrambled, Oh what joy,
Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy, oh boy, (As you can see, the inspiration's running dry)
A can of beer, oh so cold,
Only one? I'm getting old.