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Dear Peter,
Before I married I loved fising... (Ah, not that I ever caught any) I just loved the quietness, it was the best time to write... It makes the best poetry come out of me <img src='http://www.melbournechat.org/public/style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/rolleyes.gif' class='bbc_emoticon' alt='  ' />
Haven't fished in years though. ![[Image: dry.gif]](http://www.melbournechat.org/public/style_emoticons/default/dry.gif)
Glen fishes ha? I must chat to him about the best fishing spots... Hm!<img src='http://www.melbournechat.org/public/style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/fishing.gif' class='bbc_emoticon' alt=':fishing:' />
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Oh Peter, what a clever idea, writing a poem together. I would just love that.
Lucky for Glen he can catch fish... I never have. I probably never will... Hee hee
Our poem... Would you like the title... "Our Catch" ?
You have done the first line. Well done sir. It's always the hardest. I just got rid of the "When" I hope you don't mind.
So folks it was a cold and wet afternoon
The sea was rough and the line rattled in the wind
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Oh Peter, so glad we are doing this... Thanks you are making my day. <img src='http://www.melbournechat.org/public/style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/rolleyes.gif' class='bbc_emoticon' alt=' ' />
Our Catch
So folks it was a cold and wet afternoon
The sea was rough and the line rattled in the wind
By now the hour was late,
The sun was already behind, brewing clouds
And set to disappear completely.
We smile at each other
as we sit quietly, listening to waves
splashing against the jetty
Ok Peter, hope you don't mind the changes. I have added a few lines... Your turn.. ![[Image: Money%20Eyes.gif]](http://www.melbournechat.org/public/style_emoticons/default/Money%20Eyes.gif)
Si amico, vuolio un birra... Golly your Italian is better than mine... Hee hee. Cheers <img src='http://www.melbournechat.org/public/style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/piwo.gif' class='bbc_emoticon' alt=':beer:' />
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<img src='http://www.melbournechat.org/public/style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/thumbsup2.gif' class='bbc_emoticon' alt=':th' /> Yes sir,
Don't know if I mentioned this or not, but I prefer to write poetry than a novel. It's my specialty.
Our Catch
So folks it was a cold and wet afternoon
The sea was rough and the line rattled in the wind
By now the hour was late,
The sun was already behind, brewing clouds
And set to disappear completely.
We smile at each other
as we sit quietly, listening to waves
splashing against the jetty
Neither seemed to care that our catch was meager
Now with the last glimpse of sunlight, almost gone,
Mary looks over at her trusty companion and giggles.
"Looks like the fish are on vacation."
Ok sir, I have added a few lines... Your turn. You don't have to add as many as I do... I am just a writer, if I sat here for 10 nins, I could finish the whole thing. Hee hee. But since it's our poem, it must be done together.
Grazie tanto per il birra
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Hahaha... I'm no Poet Extrodinare! I'm just me. <img src='http://www.melbournechat.org/public/style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/smile.gif' class='bbc_emoticon' alt=' ' />
It can be our called "Our Meager Catch".
Or one of us can actually catch a fish...
We'll see, how long shall we make it? When will it end? What will be the outcome? The suspense is eating me alive..... Huahahahaha.....
Oh and the name of the poet should change... Don't forget sir, that you are on the other end of our poem. So I have changed it accordingly. I do hope you are pleased. <img src='http://www.melbournechat.org/public/style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/smile.gif' class='bbc_emoticon' alt=' ' />
Our Catch.
By MaggieMoo PeterJ
Melbourne Chat in House Poets
So folks it was a cold and wet afternoon
The sea was rough and the line rattled in the wind
By now the hour was late,
The sun was already behind, brewing clouds
And set to disappear completely.
We smile at each other
as we sit quietly, listening to waves
splashing against the jetty
Neither seemed to care that our catch was meager
Now with the last glimpse of sunlight, almost gone,
Mary looks over at her trusty companion and giggles.
"Looks like the fish are on vacation."
Richard, was not really listening
But was mesmerised by just how beautiful his companion looked
in this stunning half light
It was a feeling and a view he had not seen
She gazed at his knowing face
They had been companions for years but now
A new feeling sparked between them.
His glossy blue eyes gazed upon her
Trivia: I have been writing peotry for 33 years... Hahaha. Golly it has been a long time.
Cheers <img src='http://www.melbournechat.org/public/style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/piwo.gif' class='bbc_emoticon' alt=':beer:' />
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Hi again, Peter, poet companion.
Gosh 33 years a poet. I cannot cope with that, so a big thanks for leting me throw a line or two. Ha, you are very funny. You my dear sir have added very valuable lines to out creation... Please do not under estimate your input.
Our Catch.
[size="2"]By MaggieMoo & PeterJ
Melbourne Chat in House Poets
So folks it was a cold and wet afternoon
The sea was rough and the line rattled in the wind
By now the hour was late,
The sun was already behind, brewing clouds
And set to disappear completely.
We smile at each other
as we sit quietly, listening to waves
splashing against the jetty
Neither seemed to care that our catch was meager
Now with the last glimpse of sunlight, almost gone,
Mary looks over at her trusty companion and giggles.
"Looks like the fish are on vacation."
Richard, was not really listening
But was mesmerised by just how beautiful his companion looked
in this stunning half light
It was a feeling and a view he had not seen
She gazed at his knowing face
They had been companions for years but now
A new feeling sparked between them.
His glossy blue eyes gazed upon her
Mary was thinking that at last he has seen
What she has longed for
A four hour fishing trip and not a fish to count for
was no match for the chemistry they possessed
Oh Peter, when shall we end this poem and how will it end... Will you end it for me? Otherwise I shall go on forever. Hee hee.
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Hi Mr J.
Ok sir... You win "Our Meager Catch" it is. <img src='http://www.melbournechat.org/public/style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/smile.gif' class='bbc_emoticon' alt=' ' /> It is now adjusted accordingly. <img src='http://www.melbournechat.org/public/style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/smile.gif' class='bbc_emoticon' alt=' ' />
Our Meager Catch
By MaggieMoo & PeterJ
Melbourne Chat in House Poets
So folks it was a cold and wet afternoon
The sea was rough and the line rattled in the wind
By now the hour was late,
The sun was already behind, brewing clouds
And set to disappear completely.
We smile at each other
as we sit quietly, listening to waves
splashing against the jetty
Neither seemed to care that our catch was meager
Now with the last glimpse of sunlight, almost gone,
Mary looks over at her trusty companion and giggles.
"Looks like the fish are on vacation."
Richard, was not really listening
But was mesmerised by just how beautiful his companion looked
in this stunning half light
It was a feeling and a view he had not seen
She gazed at his knowing face
They had been companions for years but now
A new feeling sparked between them.
His glossy blue eyes gazed upon her
Mary was thinking that at last he has seen
What she has longed for
A four hour fishing trip and not a fish to count for
was no match for the chemistry they possessed
Realising that this brilliant afternoon was ending
Richard suddenly and uncharacteristically
Moved closer to Mary and as their eyes met
and only inches from each other he granted lovers first kiss.
Well Mate, time for a coffee and perhaps a little dinner! <img src='http://www.melbournechat.org/public/style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/Cuppa.gif' class='bbc_emoticon' alt=':Cuppa:' /> <img src='http://www.melbournechat.org/public/style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/Cuppa.gif' class='bbc_emoticon' alt=':Cuppa:' /> [url="http://smileycons.com/"] ![[Image: 0755.gif]](http://www.smileycons.com/img/default/0755.gif) [/url] then [url="http://smileycons.com/"] ![[Image: 0753.gif]](http://www.smileycons.com/img/default/0753.gif) [/url] Yes, yes and yes please. <img src='http://www.melbournechat.org/public/style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/smile.gif' class='bbc_emoticon' alt=' ' />
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Hi there Ms. Moo co writer, (Well I mean main writer. Or in basketball terms: the "Go To man").
I think you have finished it just beaut! <img src='http://www.melbournechat.org/public/style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/im Not Worthy.gif' class='bbc_emoticon' alt=':notworthy:' /> <img src='http://www.melbournechat.org/public/style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/im Not Worthy.gif' class='bbc_emoticon' alt=':notworthy:' />
Ah young love! Blossomed after such a time! Does it get any better. Any sweeter?
Can we cash in? Don't know Peter... Do you think Glen will shout us a <img src='http://www.melbournechat.org/public/style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/Cuppa.gif' class='bbc_emoticon' alt=':Cuppa:' /> or more even maybe a few <img src='http://www.melbournechat.org/public/style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/piwo.gif' class='bbc_emoticon' alt=':beer:' />
Have a break and a sip of your sweet red![url="http://smileycons.com/"] [/url]
Big thanks Cara.[url="http://smileycons.com/"] ![[Image: 0752.gif]](http://www.smileycons.com/img/default/0752.gif) [/url]
I do believe a break is well earned by both of us.
Oh and a big thanks to you sir. Couldn't have done it without you. <img src='http://www.melbournechat.org/public/style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/smile.gif' class='bbc_emoticon' alt=' ' />
Take a bow.<img src='http://www.melbournechat.org/public/style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/Applause.gif' class='bbc_emoticon' alt=':clap:' />
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Oh Peter, that would be lovely... What genre, shall we work on? Romance, horror, scenery, bitterness, happiness, sadness... Ooh, I have itchy fingers now. Oh, oh, quick Peter, what shall we do?
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Hello Maggie Moo.
Hi there Peter,
Just relax. You maybe Superwoman <img src='http://www.melbournechat.org/public/style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/im Not Worthy.gif' class='bbc_emoticon' alt=':notworthy:' /> but I'm just Joe Blow!
I'm no Superwoman. You're just Joe Blow and I am just Plane Jane... Hahaha. What pair of misfits we are? Hahaha
OK what about something with a bit of sadness say a WW2 piece of hardship or unhappy ending? Oh... You mean a real love Story/poem... The kind that never makes it to the end. <img src='http://www.melbournechat.org/public/style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/sad.gif' class='bbc_emoticon' alt='  ' />
What do you think this for a title: The Weekend Leave Pass.
Or perhaps: The last Weekend in London. <img src='http://www.melbournechat.org/public/style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/wub.gif' class='bbc_emoticon' alt=':wub:' />
Or . . . <img src='http://www.melbournechat.org/public/style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/Whistle.gif' class='bbc_emoticon' alt=':Whistle:' /> <img src='http://www.melbournechat.org/public/style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/rolleyes.gif' class='bbc_emoticon' alt='' /> Either will do... Maybe I let you decide this time. Do you think you can handle making such a big decision?
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Yo Peter!
As usual, when a tough decision is needed you pass the buck!
What are you going to do when a REAL tough decision has to be made? Doh! As someone very important often said. You're just cheesed off that you have to do all the work... Hahaha. I'm a poet not a worker... Hahahaha.
THE LAST WEEKEND IN LONDON
It was the same sight almost every Friday afternoon
The girl in uniform cycled along the Thames
towards the bunker where her duties lay.
She left her cycle, lopsided against a large grey boulder
her heart sank as she approached a lit lamppost
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Hello MaggieMoo.
Hey I think writing poems must be the toughest gig!
Just how many rich poets are kicking butt? Hmmmm!
Ah sweetie, I don't think there are many famous poets, I'm afraid. Most poets are usually broke and sharing in a one bedroom flat, with a mouse rat named Ben. Hahaha... I am sure there are some rich and famous poets out there. But I have never met any. <img src='http://www.melbournechat.org/public/style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/smile.gif' class='bbc_emoticon' alt=' ' />
THE LAST WEEKEND IN LONDON.
MaggieMoo and PeterJ.
It was the same sight almost every Friday afternoon
The girl in uniform cycled along the Thames
towards the bunker where her duties lay.
She left her cycle, lopsided against a large grey boulder
her heart sank as she approached a lit lamppost
Her trepidation increased because she knew this was the very lamppost
Where she met Dave some months ago
Where was he? She wondered as she gazed up at the teasing lamp
next....
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Aww paw' petie, carn't kiip up' Just like a man!
OK Maggie Moo you are indefatigable, back off woman I need space.
Space to get a cuppa between lines.
Space to do some male bonding.
Why is it always male bonding. Females can never bond as do males! Male bonding... Pif... You men have no idea about bonding. Women are so much better at bonding than men... hahaha... (I'm going to get my derriere kicked for this remark... hahaha.)
THE LAST WEEKEND IN LONDON.
MaggieMoo and PeterJ.
It was the same sight almost every Friday afternoon
The girl in uniform cycled along the Thames
towards the bunker where her duties lay.
She left her cycle, lopsided against a large grey boulder
her heart sank as she approached a lit lamppost
Her trepidation increased because she knew this was the very lamppost
Where she met Dave some months ago
Where was he? She wondered as she gazed up at the teasing lamp
Since that unexpected meeting,
Dave had always been here to walk her to the bunker.
Julie was worried. This Friday was to be special.
It was the beginning of a rare long weekend
Was he injured at the frontline?
Or could he be having second thoughts about her?
Go for it Peter... <img src='http://www.melbournechat.org/public/style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/smile.gif' class='bbc_emoticon' alt=' ' />
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Moo Female bonding is a myth. Tell that to my daughter... Hahahaha
Consider your butt kicked! Speaking of catty... Don't turn your back on me in the dark... Meoooowwww.
THE LAST WEEKEND IN LONDON.
MaggieMoo and PeterJ.
It was the same sight almost every Friday afternoon
The girl in uniform cycled along the Thames
towards the bunker where her duties lay.
She left her cycle, lopsided against a large grey boulder
her heart sank as she approached a lit lamppost
Her trepidation increased because she knew this was the very lamppost
Where she met Dave some months ago
Where was he? She wondered as she gazed up at the teasing lamp
Since that unexpected meeting,
Dave had always been here to walk her to the bunker.
Julie was worried. This Friday was to be special.
It was the beginning of a rare long weekend
Was he injured at the front line?
Or could he be having second thoughts about her?
He had not mentioned whether he was due to depart for Egypt
Excepting that he knew time was close.
He had confided that much, so now she had to know
Her heart skipped a beat as she heard footsteps
Was she hearing things, or could it be her one true love?
BAck at ya'
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MaggieMoo and PeterJ.
It was the same sight almost every Friday afternoon
The girl in uniform cycled along the Thames
towards the bunker where her duties lay.
She left her cycle, lopsided against a large grey boulder
her heart sank as she approached a lit lamppost
Her trepidation increased because she knew this was the very lamppost
Where she met Dave some months ago
Where was he? She wondered as she gazed up at the teasing lamp
Since that unexpected meeting,
Dave had always been here to walk her to the bunker.
Julie was worried. This Friday was to be special.
It was the beginning of a rare long weekend
Was he injured at the front line?
Or could he be having second thoughts about her?
He had not mentioned whether he was due to depart for Egypt
Excepting that he knew time was close.
He had confided that much, so now she had to know
Her heart skipped a beat as she heard footsteps
Was she hearing things, or could it be her one true love?
Her face beamed when she saw the strong manly features of Dave
Emerge under their special lamp.
Tears welt in her eyes with delight
She threw her trusting arms around his neck.
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Dear Peter
Hi Moo.
So far it sounds good to me.
But you are the poet, you tell me.
OK here goes again.
It does... You call me the poet, but I have to say you are doing a lot better than me in this one.
THE LAST WEEKEND IN LONDON.
MaggieMoo and PeterJ.
It was the same sight almost every Friday afternoon
The girl in uniform cycled along the Thames
towards the bunker where her duties lay.
She left her cycle, lopsided against a large grey boulder
her heart sank as she approached a lit lamppost
Her trepidation increased because she knew this was the very lamppost
Where she met Dave some months ago
Where was he? She wondered as she gazed up at the teasing lamp
Since that unexpected meeting,
Dave had always been here to walk her to the bunker.
Julie was worried. This Friday was to be special.
It was the beginning of a rare long weekend
Was he injured at the front line?
Or could he be having second thoughts about her?
He had not mentioned whether he was due to depart for Egypt
Excepting that he knew time was close.
He had confided that much, so now she had to know
Her heart skipped a beat as she heard footsteps
Was she hearing things, or could it be her one true love?
Her face beamed when she saw the strong manly features of Dave
Emerge under their special lamp.
Tears welt in her eyes with delight
She threw her trusting arms around his neck.
Julie knew instinctively that this weekend would be bliss
Even though she knew it would be the last long weekend with Dave.
The frontline awaited his prescence,
but right now he was only fighting one war.
The war of passion.
and their forbidden love
Um... What about now.
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Ah Mr Peter, I think you need to pay for my prescence. Hahaha. You know. Me being popular and all... Alright! So I am not popular, but if our poem, hits the streets. I split the royalties with you. Deal?
It has been known that poets don't make money until aftert their deceased... Sorry, looks like you and I, may never be paid for our services. Unless Glen willing to pay.... Pwease. .. Gwen...Pweety pwease.
Ciao for now my trusty friend.
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Dear Peter,
I do enjoy writing poetry with you... Maybe we can start a poetry thread. Hahaha,
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Hi Peter,
May I say: "Moo's Poem Corner." What about "J and Moo's Poem Corner" Um, let's discuss it...
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Your hat is on the high peg.
I'm not in your league.
Please accept: "Moo's Poem Corner". <img src='http://www.melbournechat.org/public/style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/Applause.gif' class='bbc_emoticon' alt=':clap:' />
Ok, you've twisted my arm... What about "Moo's Poetry Corner"? Agree?
This gives a chance for anybody to add their work.
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