01-20-2015, 07:46 AM
(01-20-2015, 05:07 AM)tectak Wrote:Ooopss!! I thought you were posting this as a joke of some sorts, hence my badly judged reply. Been awake too long and not thinking too straight, evidently. Apologies.(01-20-2015, 02:58 AM)ambrosial revelation Wrote:Hmm my geordie friend just up the road from me who goes to war each Saturday night in a taxi but wtf has the holy grail got to do with anything as it wouldn't even hold a pint of brown dog and I for one am most certainly NOT searching for the holy grail as I would rather find a box of ferrer rocher in my gym locker but cannot stand ferrer rocher any more than brown dog.(01-19-2015, 01:26 AM)tectak Wrote: Just Write......
Attached to every word, as though to compensate,
are moments summed and sorted in their turn.
Aglow with light of reason,- beauty fully poetic fuming condensate - perhaps "flaming condensation" would better describe that angry feeling about condensation on the windows and also "flaming" fits in with burns
illuminates - Yeah, that bloody Illuminati control everything these days the pages as it burns.
Seared by the charge of cliched clause,-altogether altruistic alliteration (or is it assonance) the battle
'twixt- without the last 't' surely... do you remember when snickers used to be marathon, them was the days wisdom of vernacular excess- I think that spellcheck has gone a bit mental on "vehicular access"
and language made to obfuscate by prattle,- I'm sure it didn't say prattle first time
rages whilst Protestant protagonists protest.
There is no perfect rhyme,-Moon-Spoon surely perfection personifiedno god-sent pattern;
each template placed is used once then degrades.
Words are cast like runes upon a river
to float or sink like witches on parade.-Which witches?
So throw your soul into the soup semantic,
stir up the pottage,-porridge? simmer to reduce.-gas mark 1
Remember aways,-new word, I like it taste will be subjective,-not too much salt usually
and that, my friend, will be your best excuse.
tectak
2014
Attached to every word
as though to compensate
are moments summed
and sorted in their turn aglow
with light of reason fuming condensate
illuminates the pages as it burns seared by the charge
of cliched clause the battle 'twixt wisdom of
vernacular excess and language
made to obfuscate by prattle
rages whilst protagonists
protest there is
no perfect
rhyme no
god-sent
pattern each template
placed is used once then degrades words
are cast like runes upon a river to float or sink like
witches on parade so throw your soul into the soup semantic stir
up the pottage simmer to reduce remember aways taste will be
subjective and that my friend will be your best excuse
I like this version the best because it symbolises the Holy Grail that we are all searching for...
Excellent, your cupeth runeth overeth
Thanks for this,
best,
tectak
Although I am Geordie I'm not just up the road I'm in the Highlands and I'm not just saying that in case you come looking for me, although I must admit that the extra 300 miles is a comfort right at this moment
wae aye man ye radgie
