Godot 149 Posted October 3, 2006 Don't worry Tempus. You're never alone with Godot, have had few also. Or did I mean Oslo? 1 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Tempus Fugit 214 Posted October 3, 2006 Don't worry Tempus. You're never alone with Godot, have had few also. Or did I mean Oslo? I tell you Godot it creeps up on you, this alcoholism, just looking at my consumption today is frightening, half a bottle of scotch and a quarter of a bottle of gin. Good lord how did this come about. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Godot 149 Posted October 3, 2006 Don't worry Tempus. You're never alone with Godot, have had few also. Or did I mean Oslo? I tell you Godot it creeps up on you, this alcoholism, just looking at my consumption today is frightening, half a bottle of scotch and a quarter of a bottle of gin. Good lord how did this come about. Just managed a bottle of wine myself, not in your league. I found that the best way to avoid the bottle was to stop working. I don't think it is any coincidence that my workload has gone up recently. There is a natural flow to this: work = booze = less work = happiness. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Tempus Fugit 214 Posted October 3, 2006 Don't worry Tempus. You're never alone with Godot, have had few also. Or did I mean Oslo? I tell you Godot it creeps up on you, this alcoholism, just looking at my consumption today is frightening, half a bottle of scotch and a quarter of a bottle of gin. Good lord how did this come about. Just managed a bottle of wine myself, not in your league. I found that the best way to avoid the bottle was to stop working. I don't think it is any coincidence that my workload has gone up recently. There is a natural flow to this: work = booze = less work = happiness. It's the stress I tell you Godot, will it never end. I never used to be a drinker, but lately I'm getting through half a bottle of spirits a day. I feel nothing, oh lord help me I'm numb. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Godot 149 Posted October 3, 2006 Don't worry Tempus. You're never alone with Godot, have had few also. Or did I mean Oslo? I tell you Godot it creeps up on you, this alcoholism, just looking at my consumption today is frightening, half a bottle of scotch and a quarter of a bottle of gin. Good lord how did this come about. Just managed a bottle of wine myself, not in your league. I found that the best way to avoid the bottle was to stop working. I don't think it is any coincidence that my workload has gone up recently. There is a natural flow to this: work = booze = less work = happiness. It's the stress I tell you Godot, will it never end. I never used to be a drinker, but lately I'm getting through half a bottle of spirits a day. I feel nothing, oh lord help me I'm numb. Get off the spirits and on to something that lasts a bit longer like wine. Still, it never stopped Churchill. Have a cigar. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Tempus Fugit 214 Posted October 3, 2006 Don't worry Tempus. You're never alone with Godot, have had few also. Or did I mean Oslo? I tell you Godot it creeps up on you, this alcoholism, just looking at my consumption today is frightening, half a bottle of scotch and a quarter of a bottle of gin. Good lord how did this come about. Just managed a bottle of wine myself, not in your league. I found that the best way to avoid the bottle was to stop working. I don't think it is any coincidence that my workload has gone up recently. There is a natural flow to this: work = booze = less work = happiness. It's the stress I tell you Godot, will it never end. I never used to be a drinker, but lately I'm getting through half a bottle of spirits a day. I feel nothing, oh lord help me I'm numb. Get off the spirits and on to something that lasts a bit longer like wine. Still, it never stopped Churchill. Have a cigar. I wish it were that simple but I have never been partial to cigars. I'm on the slippery slope, I think my time is fast running out. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Anubis the Jackal 77 Posted October 3, 2006 Welcome Back Godot. Nothing like a bit of Betjeman and a rambling boozer to wheedle you out of retirement! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Godot 149 Posted October 3, 2006 Welcome Back Godot. Nothing like a bit of Betjeman and a rambling boozer to wheedle you out of retirement! Old Tempus is still one of the sharpest bobbins (can a bobbin be sharp?) around here even when his eyelids are signalling "full". I missed you all so it's good to be back your mightiness. I do like Betjeman, not to mention WH Davies:  Leisure  What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare?  No time to stand beneath the boughs, And stare as long as sheep and cows:  No time to see, when woods we pass, Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass:  No time to see, in broad daylight, Streams full of stars, like skies at night:  No time to turn at Beauty's glance, And watch her feet, how they can dance:  No time to wait till her mouth can Enrich that smile her eyes began?  A poor life this if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Tempus Fugit 214 Posted October 4, 2006 Acquainted with the Night by: Robert Frost  I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain -- and back in rain. I have outwalked the furthest city light.  I have looked down the saddest city lane. I have passed by the watchman on his beat And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.  I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet When far away an interrupted cry Came over houses from another street,  But not to call me back or say good-bye; And further still at an unearthly height, One luminary clock against the sky  Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right. I have been one acquainted with the night. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Anubis the Jackal 77 Posted October 4, 2006 Very apt in a spy thread, all this poetry. Could it be that communication is taking place in code between agents of a foreign power? Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Star Crossed 33 Posted October 4, 2006 Very apt in a spy thread, all this poetry. Could it be that communication is taking place in code between agents of a foreign power? Yes, it's all turned a bit Catcher In The Rye, hasn't it? Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
DevonDeathTrip 2,356 Posted October 4, 2006 Very apt in a spy thread, all this poetry. Could it be that communication is taking place in code between agents of a foreign power? Â Tulips are beautiful in October. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Godot 149 Posted October 4, 2006 Very apt in a spy thread, all this poetry. Could it be that communication is taking place in code between agents of a foreign power? Â Tulips are beautiful in October. My name is Milchmann Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Magere Hein 1,399 Posted October 5, 2006 Very apt in a spy thread, all this poetry. Could it be that communication is taking place in code between agents of a foreign power?  Tulips are beautiful in October. My name is Milchmann Just time to drope a line: The boat is setting sail The cheque is in the mail Regards from  Magere Hein Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Godot 149 Posted October 5, 2006 Today is national poetry day - in the UK anyway. Â Prince Charles (old seven eggs) read a poem on the radio all about flowers and butterflies. It was pretty good. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Tempus Fugit 214 Posted October 6, 2006 National Poetry week Godot, and so to a bit of Owen;  Dulce et Decorum est  Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs, And towards our distant rest began to trudge. Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots, But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame, all blind; Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.  Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! -- - An ecstasy of fumbling Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time, But someone still was yelling out and stumbling And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime. -- - Dim through the misty panes and thick green light, As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.  In all my dreams before my helpless sight He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.  If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace Behind the wagon that we flung him in, And watch the white eyes writhing in his face, His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin, If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs Bitten as the cud Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues, -- - My friend, you would not tell with such high zest To children ardent for some desperate glory, The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori  (Some things never change) Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Banshees Scream 110 Posted October 6, 2006 'The Fake'  You often take notice While I'm around Looking over your shoulder And then staring back to the ground And I see you with others Some that you call friends But what they don't know Is that she pretends  So image obsessed Believes to be a queen As she sits on a plastic thrown And gets high off caffeine And what a junkie for attention Lately her attitude is out of style She has got a thousand personalities in one body And she is living in denial  Weren't you broken down and crying? In regret of when You lived for the moment And wasn't that a prioritie then? You beg for me to help And guide you in the right direction But how can I do that? If you don't show me any affection  Conversations turn to arguments Stories have become lies Mistakes are lessons That make us wise Although the truth to you Is like a slow death Has something caught your tongue You seem short of breath?  Do you know the word respect? And that could you even define Tell me when you realize Tell me when you draw the line It's time you set standards for yourself After all the pride and confidence you claimed to have lost Your kindness is in debt And will you ever be able to pay back the cost?  From now on when I see you I'll just walk and look away Until you drag yourself to me In the heart of desperation one day You will say 'How are you' I will say 'I'm doing just the same' And just like you did to me I will say 'By the way what is your name?' Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Godot 149 Posted October 7, 2006 The Mower  The mower stalled, twice; kneeling, I found A hedgehog jammed up against the blades, Killed. It had been in the long grass.  I had seen it before, and even fed it, once. Now I had mauled its unobtrusive world Unmendably. Burial was no help:  Next morning I got up and it did not. The first day after a death, the new absence Is always the same; we should be careful  Of each other, we should be kind While there is still time.   Philip Larkin Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Windsor 2,233 Posted October 7, 2006 Baldrick's War Poem  BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM.BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Banshees Scream 110 Posted October 8, 2006 'A Strange Dream'  If you ever knew what she was like I could guarentee you never met one before God wasn't paying attention when he locked her out And closed his gated door She banged and pleaded and then she cried But never did he hear a word All things happen for a reason And this was a reason he preferred  With not a choice but to be born Into the world with a heritage and a name When I looked in her eyes there I saw something And that I just can't proclaim It was just the way she moved Her walk seemed to be a slow dance Zoning and hypnotizing me Under the influence of her beauty's trance  She brought heat like a heavenly fire We slowly spoke that and this I came close as did we both But she pulled away from my kiss I wanted her beyond explain Though a voice inside me knew I could hear the most silent whisper 'She isn't meant to be with you'  I could see her body began to glow As I held her hand in mine She spoke so softly and spoke so close My heart began to refine It must have been all a dream As I awoke stickily in my bed It seemed so lively and so real I rose and washed the sheets instead. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Magere Hein 1,399 Posted October 8, 2006 EVENING  Here I put some black for the night I make a few pinpricks as stars An old balloon makes a moon  I put on a stroke of orange A train makes a suitable noise Take candles for lights in the distance  The wind picks up, it gets cold   regards, Hein Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Banshees Scream 110 Posted October 8, 2006 'Contract of lies'  He laughed out loud pointing his finger at the doomed souls With cracks in the ground and fire bursting through black holes The joker danced with style and satanic cheer The broken regretful men could just stand in deep fear  A small hooded figure had stepped out of the dark With his dim lit lantern he whispered a remark And his dog who only appeared to be a shadow viciously began to bark As some of the men dropped to their knees and prayed to be protected A judge with a tall black top hat covering his very eyes Banged his gravel on the podium declaring they were rejected  Talkative conversations in several languages echo But a word you could not understand The voices became louder and began to grow By the motion of the black conductors hand  Images of the past Filled this hell with color and life There these men could see themselves In times of violence and strife A white door had appeared in broad vision Opening wide with a business man walking through Gray haired and calmly he spoke 'Gentleman I have a deal for you'  He promised pleasure and he promised love In the great country of the beast Asked upon those who wished to join him For a grand old feast  One man had walked forward And took this offer very wise The business man said 'follow me' With darkness in his eyes He presented a contract That would forgive all his sins The business man said 'Sign on the dotted line' As he wickedly grinned  And there stood the Joker Dancing to the melody of pan Pointing his finger at this man Laughing harder then anybody can Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
CarolAnn 926 Posted October 8, 2006 Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear Fuzzy Wuzzy had no hair Fuzzy Wuzzy wasn't very fuzzy, was he? Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Godot 149 Posted November 13, 2007 One old spy who should be remembered here is Geoffrey Prime, sentenced to 38 years for spying and pedophilia, he's been out of jail for the past six years, living at an undisclosed address. But we shouldn't forget about him, although George Blake will probably die before him. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Godot 149 Posted April 7, 2008 This could have fitted equally well into the assassinations thread but there seems to be some doubt over Oleg Gordievsky's state of mind, not to mention his health. This story says he has been "ill for the past year." The spies have been a little too quiet of late. He might make a good Deathlist candidate for 2009. 1 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites