[X4StringDrive]

The poem before the song...

Staring at the flickering screen
my eyes begin to numb
I go and grab some more caffeine
what have I now done
an office chair at home so plush
tucked in a corner space
just sitting here when came a rush
brought a smile right to my face
its 1 AM this days been long
its time I go to bed
I'll close this out with a new song
that just popped in my head


Our University song
By X4 Kenny

Vs1
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hybrid playing too
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all stuff you never knew

Vs2
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featured members radio
backing tracks all kind of facts
even on home studios

Chorus
G F B&B
the only place you need to be
you'll be the best with your degree
from Lorange & Mullins University

Vs3
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great troubleshooting threads
get feedback on your playing
and showcase your best shreds

Vs4
Collaborations archive files
a music lounge to rest
Teachers, Idols, Specialist
this forum is the best

Chorus
G F B&B
the only place you need to be
you'll be the best with your degree
from Lorange & Mullins University

[X4StringDrive]

Originally Posted by Aunt Doty

Neat site Kenny!

That means you'll continue right
edit
whoops gave me a fright
forgot to rhyme with right
hey its late tonight

[carol m]

Hey Aunt Dotty, that was great
But how you recklessly tempt fate
That was awesome, never fear
Rhyming's in your soul, that's clear.

Don't be shy, this forum's open
For all the members, some outspoken
Some are less so - that don't matter
All are welcome, with all their patter.

[starsailor]

Yes Aunt Doty
::That did impress
:::::::: If you stop
::::::::::::We'll get depressed
:::::::::::::::::So pray continue
:::::::::::::::::::::Working with you
::::::::::::::::::::would be a real plus
::::::::::A learning curve for all of us
::::::It's like a roller coaster ride
::No need for anyone to hide
:::So keep on putting word to page
:::::::::::It's harmless fun, yes all the rage
::::::::::::::::::::: And if you run out of ideas
:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::Or start to feel the nerves
::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Do something really silly
:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::like writing rhymes in curves

[Aunt Doty]

Okay guys and gals, I'm still trying
I'd really hate to see Kenny crying
After all he's such a nice guy
It would be a shame if I didn't try.

Starsailor I liked your verse in curves
We may avoid mental blocks if we swerve
To miss the things that strew our way
And leave us with naught to say

And Carol I'm glad you think it's great
I feel that you surely overrate
My weak attempts to make thoughts clear
But then you're always such a dear

Seventeen hours without a word
What I wonder has occurred
To halt the prolific words for so long
I wonder, is anything wrong?

Or has the fount of rhyme gone dry
And left your brains like stir fry,
All jumbled and tired and needing sleep
Cause it's been awhile without a peep!

[carol m]

Never fear my dear Aunt Dotty
We're all here, but there are times
When other matters drive us potty
And we must put aside our rhymes.

Back soon..............

[carol m]

Chris’s lines in curvy waves
Inspired me so, that I did crave,
Something wet, and I did dash
To the pool to make a splash
Swimming here and swimming there
Up and down without a care.

Kiddies saw and looked askance
At my reckless, swift advance
Then they laughed and had such fun
Never had they seen someone
Quite as old or so decrepit -
They didn't give me any credit.

‘Oy, who’s that old decrepit person
Causing us to make diversion?’
Never had they seen someone
Exemplify The Power of One
With quite the vigour and the flair
Of me when I’m without a care.

Ha! How I made them eat their words!
I could beat that bunch of nerds -
Just when they thought I couldn’t match’em
I showed no wish to even catch’em
Instead, I raced them to the tiles –
And beat them by at least two miles!

The moral of this tale of fiction
Is, kids should watch their speech and diction
Kids can come an awful cropper
If they can’t, or won’t talk proper.

[starsailor]

I can't compete with these two Ladies
Maybe I should try
But then again, I might just sit here
Give the occasional sigh
I would try to have a go
But fear I'd tempt the fates
If I even tried to match
These two Lady Laureates

[knight46]

I to agree StarSailor
I feel quite undermanned
My poetry is not up to par
My prose would be truly panned
I think that I will quietly sit
And contemplate this verse
And hope that when I add somemore
It will not make matters worse

[Aunt Doty]

Carol, it's not fair play
To change my name in such a way
Just so you could make a rhyme
But I'll forgive this one time
You see it is not Aunt Dotty
That has an extra "T"
The correct pronunciation you see
Is pronounced like this......Dough tee!!!

[X4StringDrive]

Come on guys sit up straight
don't let women set your fate
yes indeed they are quite good
but they don't own the neighborhood
if you feel they out wrote you
take a different point of veiw
think about it you may find out
we as guys have as much clout
one says dough tee hee we can shape
the other swam across the lake
I won't give up our newly found ship
stand tall as men thats my tip
and if the day comes that we lose
we'll drown our sorrows in some booze

[carol m]

Oh I see, it's Dough - tee
So it rhymes with goatee
Or even that flea
Who dropped in for tea.
And dough as in bread -
What a wonderful thread
This has turned out to be
It quite fills me with glee!

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I'm feeling forlorn
If you think rhymes are born
To the feminine gender
Who must wear a suspender
In order to render a rhyming or two
That's not better than you
But a manifestation
Of brain infestation
With things silly and daft
That's spills out in first draft.
It's been my experience
It's not the appearance
Of the writer that matters
But the practice with patter.

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I know you guys have plenty of clout
Please have a go at another bout
'Up and at'em' is my advice -
No that's not right - to slice and dice
Is not the metaphor to choose
If friendships we don't want to lose.
This merry thread is not a war
(Perhaps I've made this point before?)
The aim is not to be a winner
But write something that is a grinner
Or if its serious words you crave
Or everybody's soul to save
Just step up and have a go
Round here there's no such thing as 'NO'.

[starsailor]

I was being mischievous
I'm a very naughty man
I didn't contemplate a backfire
It wasn't in my plan
A battle of the sexes
Won't exist from here on
Sorry if I meandered
Didn't mean to fan the flame
Starsailors in the brig today
Hanging his head in shame
Thinking of a poem
Just to pass the time away

A Sailors Poem

An old sailor he sat in the brig
In isolated misery
And wondered if it suited him
This life upon the sea
He'd sailed to Morocco
Smoked Hashish in Kathmandu
Sipped Absinthe with Parisians
Read books in Timbuktu
Found love in Casablanca
Ate Sushi in Japan
Prayed in Hindu Temples
Braved Swells around the Horn
Trekked across the Gobi Desert
And Haggled in Sudan
In Uruguay he danced a Tango
In Ireland danced a Jig
But it all seemed unfulfilling
With time to think in the Brig
No more would he travail
Sail the seven seas
He'd retreat back to Cornwall
And just write poetry
Time for contemplation
Unravels mysteries
Sometimes a man
He cannot see
The wood for the trees

[knight46]

You guys and gals are amazing
I remain forever in awe
The skills you possess
Are to me quite the best
While mine I'm afraid are quite raw.

For a battle of wits
I'm defenseless
I find myself at a loss
Humor was my only intention
I never meant to make anyone cross

[starsailor]

Oh the joy
That is this thread
I'm so impressed
With what I've read
This happy band
Of lyric lovers
Bound by words
Like Sisters and Brothers
If we continue
On our quest
With words of thought
And words of jest
We should attract
A Fame of sort
Other people
Will join our throng
As this thread
Continues on
Hail to thee
Thy noble scribes
Write on, write on
To eternity
Write in Song, poem or prose
Follow the thread
Wherever it goes

[carol m]

I feel your joy, my Brothers and Sisters
As we play with words and rhymes
And even though my brain has blisters
I feel these are the best of times.

Chris your poem's excellent
Took me back to youthful days
When my life was always spent
Searching for that road less travelled
Looking for those hidden ways
Learning how all others lived
Saw how sometimes lives unravel
And life can be as hard as gravel
Many people don't have money
And then your life is not so funny.

Oh the joy of Kathmandu
To have that place called Timbuktu
To rhyme with when there are so few
(I believe that there are only two)
And even fewer are Hindu.
And though they both are rather ancient
They're blessed with that great gift of patience
Life is hard there, and full of woe
I've been to both, that's how I know.