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I'm sure your latin's better than mine

Seems to be a fair amount of variations between translations, stupid dead languages!

The one I was taught,""It is sweet and honourable to die
for one's country." is the translation I stick to.

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that sounds more like it

This is another poem i wrote back in the 80's/90's, it's a bit morbid but i hope you like it.

Goodbye

There walks a man,
lonely and void,
with a broken heart,
and his mind destroyed.

He is a man,
sick of life,
a tear in eye,
and holding a knife.

He lives alone in a world of his own,
he points the knife and gives a groan,
he falls to the ground,
with one last sigh,
goodbye my love,

goodbye........goodbye.......

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Lowering the tone is an art form in itself. It is not something that everyone can do but i have it down to a fine art.

Thought i'd put this one in aswell, yet again 80's/90's. I think you can take it for granted that most of my poems are from the period.

Money, money, money

Money to spend,
money for thought,
I can do without your sort.

You make me sick,
la-di-da,
your sort girl don't get far.

Hey you up there upon your throne,
all you ever do is moan,
you make me sick with things you say,
but you'll find out the truth one day.

There's more to life than subsidized money,
but you can't see,
you think it's funny!

You kid yourself,
you tell those lies,
well soon enough you'll realise,
there's more to life than spending money,
you'll come unstuck when you have no money, money, money.

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Lowering the tone is an art form in itself. It is not something that everyone can do but i have it down to a fine art.

you're pretty good at this Prom, I particularly like the last one; bet quite a few people could appreciate the sentiment behind it. You should get the old quill and parchment out again

Thanks Mal, oddly enough i did write that last poem about an ex. She lived in Ascot, father a chartered accountant, right bunch of toffy nosed tw*ts lol.

As for the quill and parchment, it's not that easy Mal as when i used to write my poems the words were there on the tip of my tongue, they just flowed. Nowadays i neither have the inspiration nor the steady headedness (is that a word ?), i have a vacant lot.

Bloody auto login didn't work.... ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ That's my post above.

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Lowering the tone is an art form in itself. It is not something that everyone can do but i have it down to a fine art.

i like your poems Prom, but i prefer this one...........

My friend billy has a ten foot willy,
he showed it to the girl next door.........
she thought it was a snake, so hit it with a rake
.......and now its only 2 foot 4 !!!

not my work, but a favourite remembered from my primary school days


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I'm Innocent, I was robbed !!!

I started this a few years ago, not sure where i was going with it and I can't remember what it's about. Any ideas? Perhaps someone could have a go, not in limerick fashion please, at finishing it off?

Lost in Timeunfinished by Jonathan Malory

Once they had cities many but now they have none,
They build their ships and sail the oceans black.
Hearts were pure and swift when once they ruled the world,
Now a hunger fills their souls can’t get their old ways back.

They wander blindly in the night seeking death and fear,
Squandering their life’s essential oils in hope of making good.