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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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We've got a music thread so this one is for words. It can be song lyrics, prose, poetry, speeches, anything.
My first is A.A. Milne and gives me a lump in my throat almost every time I read it.
Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind.
"Pooh!" he whispe_ed.
"Yes, Piglet?"
"Nothing," said Piglet, taking Pooh's paw. "I just wanted to be sure of you." |
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"We've got a music thread so this one is for words. It can be song lyrics, prose, poetry, speeches, anything.
My first is A.A. Milne and gives me a lump in my throat almost every time I read it.
Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind.
"Pooh!" he whispe_ed.
"Yes, Piglet?"
"Nothing," said Piglet, taking Pooh's paw. "I just wanted to be sure of you.""
That is lovely, so simple but so effective.
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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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Roy Batty's soliloquy at the end of Bladerunner..
"I've seen things you people wouldn't believe.
Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-Beams glitter in the dark at the Turnhauser Gate.
All those moments will be lost, in time.
Like tears in the rain.
Time to die" |
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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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I would love this is it wasn't Pooh Bear. The local leach had a tattoo of Winnie the Pooh on the top of his inner thigh and used to ask us as teenagers if we wanted to see his Winnie  
Sorry to derail... |
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By (user no longer on site)
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I'm a bit of a star gazer and continually marvel at the universe. Carl Sagan wrote....
"The Cosmos is all that is or was or ever will be. Our feeblest contemplations of the Cosmos stir us -- there is a tingling in the spine, a catch in the voice, a faint sensation, as if a distant memory, of falling from a height. We know we are approaching the greatest of mysteries." |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
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"I would love this is it wasn't Pooh Bear. The local leach had a tattoo of Winnie the Pooh on the top of his inner thigh and used to ask us as teenagers if we wanted to see his Winnie
Sorry to derail..."
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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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This is from Sebastian Faulks' Charlotte Gray, and us from a chapter that describes the journey of two Jewish boys in France from their home to a concentration camp. They are just being loaded onto a train:
André looked up, and in a chance angle of light he saw a woman’s face in which the eyes were fixed with terrible ferocity on a child beside him. Why did she stare as though she hated him? Then it came to André that she was not looking in hat_ed, but had kept her eyes so intensely open in order to fix the picture of her child in her mind. She was looking to remember, for ever.
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By (user no longer on site)
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"We've got a music thread so this one is for words. It can be song lyrics, prose, poetry, speeches, anything.
My first is A.A. Milne and gives me a lump in my throat almost every time I read it.
Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind.
"Pooh!" he whispe_ed.
"Yes, Piglet?"
"Nothing," said Piglet, taking Pooh's paw. "I just wanted to be sure of you.""
 aw, that's lovely x |
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By (user no longer on site)
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A poem Iv just come across in my memory box ....
I'm sat in a space in the middle of the garden my feelings for you will you beg my pardon
I've got a picture of you on my phone baby together we could make a home
Shivers cover my body it's you I love
Like an angel sent from the Lord above
I want to hold you in my arms and cuddle because without you my life is a muddle
My feelings for you are strong and continue to grow my words are flowing but can never truly show
How much you mean to me dearest when you wake in the morning I want to be nearest
Baby you are the one that can make me whole again a life without you would bring misery and so much pain |
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By *iewMan
over a year ago
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I Love Being Me
I can't run the fastest
I can't swim the sea
I can't type the quickest
but I love being me
I can't kick a ball
or even climb a tree
I can't roll in the grass
but I still love being me
You see, this is my life
as others would see
they don't know what it's like
to really be me
So next time I'm about
rolling down the street
don't think of me disabled
but someone cool to meet
I have lots I can teach you
I have loads I can share
you will never gain my wisdom
if you just point and stare
So maybe I can't run the fastest
maybe I can't kick a ball
but I wouldn't change being me
not for you, not at all |
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By *edMan
over a year ago
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Many years ago as a teenager I bought a gf a pair of black stockings sumptuously presented in a packet with a folding cover which had on it a poem, which was romantic, sensual and erotic.
I wish I could remember it.
So, why post in this thread?
Because she liked it. She liked it so much she showed it to her Mum n Dad while I was there.
The look her Dad gave me stopped me in my tracks.. |
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By (user no longer on site)
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"I Love Being Me
I can't run the fastest
I can't swim the sea
I can't type the quickest
but I love being me
I can't kick a ball
or even climb a tree
I can't roll in the grass
but I still love being me
You see, this is my life
as others would see
they don't know what it's like
to really be me
So next time I'm about
rolling down the street
don't think of me disabled
but someone cool to meet
I have lots I can teach you
I have loads I can share
you will never gain my wisdom
if you just point and stare
So maybe I can't run the fastest
maybe I can't kick a ball
but I wouldn't change being me
not for you, not at all"
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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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She should have died hereafter;
There would have been time for such a word.
-To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury
Signifying nothing.
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A bit obvious maybe, but I do love the Bard.
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By (user no longer on site)
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"I'm a bit of a star gazer and continually marvel at the universe. Carl Sagan wrote....
"The Cosmos is all that is or was or ever will be. Our feeblest contemplations of the Cosmos stir us -- there is a tingling in the spine, a catch in the voice, a faint sensation, as if a distant memory, of falling from a height. We know we are approaching the greatest of mysteries.""
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By (user no longer on site)
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My tears are like the quiet drift
Of petals from some magic rose;
And all my grief flows from the rift
Of unremembe_ed skies and snows.
I think, that if I touched the earth,
It would crumble;
It is so sad and beautiful,
So tremulously like a dream.
by Dylan Thomas |
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1940 Berlin a young Jewish woman comes out of a shop owned by her father she is set upon by some Nazi brown shirts she is beaten and forced to clean the pavement with her tongue , she does this till her tongue bleeds ,a crowd of Berliners gather round to mock her she pleads for help. Years later the girl now an old woman comes out of the same shop trips and falls to the ground lots come round to her aid , she looks at the people and tells them if only you had come to my aid all those years ago. |
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