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Eh like playin fitba wee meh Dad, It's so funny and a wee bit sad 'Cause when eh beat him he gets mad. Eh like playin fitba wee meh wee lassie, She plays fitba like Shirley Bassey, Meh Dad canny tackle, he's so mince. He devs in and taks awa meh pins. Meh lassie heiders the ba wee the back o her heid, Like a fish oot o water Just before it's deid.
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Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 5:46 PM UTC
Fitba Crazy
Open your legs and show your class. Haha. Sing like Elvis, Freddie, Pavarotti Or Shirley Bassey. Belt out Lennon-McCartney tunes With Beach Boys Harmonies And Eric’s Slow Hand Guitar. Be as Magical as Messi, Supremely Shakespeare with your plays and poems, Better still. Hopkins and Keats. Show the genius of Brian Wilson And Oscar Wilde. Not forgetting the Table Tennis Kings Waldner and Ma Long.   Oh Yes Be Champion Be Real Madrid Or Barca if you prefer. 1970 Brazil Federer, Navratilova Or Lewis Hamilton. Be simply the best, Like Ali, Or better still, Be better than yourself Day after day. Just keep improving, That’s the way. Let this poem be tagged “Motivational” To get you off your backside. There’s nothing like Achieving To fill us full of Pride. Paul Butters © PB 11\5\2020. Hopkins, Keats and Ali added 14\5.
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May 11, 2020
May 11, 2020 at 6:40 AM UTC
Class
My stream of consciousness is in full flow, Tumbling down the page. A cascade of words Bouncing and foaming Towards unknown seas. No planning here. No structure Or direction. Just meanderings And oxbow lakes. Free verse unfettered By Draconian Rules Or dogma. Odd rhymes thrown in Perhaps: Casual confetti. So what should I type about, Sitting here in my armchair In the silence of my lounge? The sky is full of clouds A blanket over this September afternoon. Perfect conditions For composing this poem. Should I put the world to rights? (How long have you got?) Or just indulge In some uplifting visions? I don’t do emotions very much. The cork is firmly closed On those. Recall my early loves: All unrequited. Crushes That crushed my very soul. Memories of crying inside, Unable to eat Or think of anything except That longing for love Which never came. So no I don’t do emotions. And seldom reveal myself As I just did. I’d rather let my imagination soar, My eagle eye - A soaring cliché – Taking in the sweep of space And everything below. I see trees And animals, Mountains, coasts and oceans. People milling about. A scream of seagulls soars above the sea. Waves crash: A thundering tsunami Against the brittle cliffs. I have many voices. From soft soothing lullabies To grand orations Full of pomp and splendour. Music plays in my head: A crescendo of orchestras And songs. Freddie, Elvis, Bassey Clapton, Hendrix and Satriani. Ginger Baker, Phil Collins. Reciting poetry Within my brain Is easy After Bohemian Rhapsody. So once more to the beach dear friends With Brian Wilson And his crew. Let Sloop John B be launched Again Heading for oceans new. At last a rhyme As attention spans begin to Wane. Enough for now My loyal friends. I’d best bid you Adieu. Paul Butters © PB 4\9\2020. First 3 lines Written 16\8\20 in my big paper diary.
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Sep 4, 2020
Sep 4, 2020 at 10:49 AM UTC
Streamings
My stream of consciousness is in full flow, Tumbling down the page. A cascade of words Bouncing and foaming Towards unknown seas. No planning here. No structure Or direction. Just meanderings And oxbow lakes. Free verse unfettered By Draconian Rules Or dogma. Odd rhymes thrown in Perhaps: Casual confetti. So what should I type about, Sitting here in my armchair In the silence of my lounge? The sky is full of clouds A blanket over this September afternoon. Perfect conditions For composing this poem. Should I put the world to rights? (How long have you got?) Or just indulge In some uplifting visions? I don’t do emotions very much. The cork is firmly closed On those. Recall my early loves: All unrequited. Crushes That crushed my very soul. Memories of crying inside, Unable to eat Or think of anything except That longing for love Which never came. So no I don’t do emotions. And seldom reveal myself As I just did. I’d rather let my imagination soar, My eagle eye - A soaring cliché – Taking in the sweep of space And everything below. I see trees And animals, Mountains, coasts and oceans. People milling about. A scream of seagulls soars above the sea. Waves crash: A thundering tsunami Against the brittle cliffs. I have many voices. From soft soothing lullabies To grand orations Full of pomp and splendour. Music plays in my head: A crescendo of orchestras And songs. Freddie, Elvis, Bassey Clapton, Hendrix and Satriani. Ginger Baker, Phil Collins. Reciting poetry Within my brain Is easy After Bohemian Rhapsody. So once more to the beach dear friends With Brian Wilson And his crew. Let Sloop John B be launched Again Heading for oceans new. At last a rhyme As attention spans begin to Wane. Enough for now My loyal friends. I’d best bid you Adieu. Paul Butters © PB 4\9\2020. First 3 lines Written 16\8\20 in my big paper diary.
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Create a playlist of your favourite soothing numbers.Dim the lights of your room.Lie down on the bed.Close your eyes.Blank your mind.Forget about the day.Put your earphones on and start listening to the music.Slowly take it all in.As the music takes over your mind,body and soul...bit by bit,layer by layer,song by song...you will have completely surrendered yourself to this powerful hypnotic effect of the music.You will experience optimum relaxation.Let go of all the negativity residing within you.Now just travel through the timeline of your memory and try and visualize the face of that one person whose face you always wanna keep seeing...think of some of the best moments you've had so far with this person.By the time the process ends you will feel this incredible sense of calmness within you.You have never felt so relaxed.After this you will one of the best sleeps you have ever had. Music has the power to calm your restless soul and heal your aching heart.Do this process every once in a while. My personal recommendation of songs:- 1)Classical Ave Maria-Maria Callas & Mozart 2)If you go away-Shirley Bassey 3)At last-Etta James 4)Clocks-Coldplay 5)Fragile-Sting 6)Beautiful smile-Dj Sammy 7)Electrical Storm-U2 8)No ordinary love-Sade 9)Come undone-Duran Duran 10)Riders on the storm-The Doors 11)Any John Denver track 12)Any Don Mc Lean track 13)Any Michael Buble track
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Dec 3, 2015
Dec 3, 2015 at 3:20 PM UTC
Music Therapy 2
Dare to dazzle, iconic diva Behold an era, enrapture enthral Silence devour, of vocal power Renowned rendition – a rising star Raise the bar, raise the roof Glistening shimmer, strike a chord Stage of a songstress, talent transformed Driven determined, of diamonds worn Splendour f-o-r-e-v-e-r, glamorous gift Essence emerged, craft crystal clear Sparkle supreme, showcase and shine Sensational art form, eminence given 007, pre-eminence proven Of charm interwoven Impeccable gem Written by Geraldine Taylor ©
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Jun 11, 2017
Jun 11, 2017 at 3:14 PM UTC
Shirley Bassey