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a feeling? For me it's a feeling.

PhilX

Emotions that shape beliefs. So, warm emotions felt as regards the past often result in viewing it with rose coloured glasses.

Nostalgia forgets the bad times.

Nostalgia is what happens
when truth meets emotions
like bugs meet their maker
on the rosy goggles
of a fast motorcycle ride.

Nostalgia is when
the way we were
is honestly remembered
as could have been
when what was becomes
what should have been.

Walker wrote:
Nostalgia is what happens
when truth meets emotions
like bugs meet their maker
on the rosy goggles
of a fast motorcycle ride.

Nostalgia is when
the way we were
is honestly remembered
as could have been
when what was becomes
what should have been.

Is this your own work, Walker, or have you borrowed it from someone else who is under the misapprehension he is a poet.

Alfie, I liked the imagery of the bug on goggles, and also "when what was becomes what should have been".

Then again, I also liked the line in King Crimson's ConstruKction of Light: "And if Warhol's a genius, what am I? A speck of lint on the penis of an alien?" which was roundly lambasted by critics rather more socially sophisticated than me

Do I feel a bad poem coming on?

My goggles are not of rose
I missed the train too often
When I blew up or froze.
So I will go to my coffin, knowing
That the past was sometimes shit
That I liked it a bit.
Not as good as my life today
Which is okay.

Yes, the world is going to hell
Reason hides in its scholarly shell
But history is cyclic
Though our future is seismic.

Things will one day settle again.
The survivors then will start a new reign.
And they will look at the past
Truly aghast
At what dickheads we have been
With a world once green.
So their goggles will be grey, not rose
I suppose.
But no one really knows.

Yes, I too am a bad poet
When I try to do it, I routinely blow it
But no one especially seems to care
Another small voice in the great data nowhere.

Once I get going I struggle to stop
Obsessive, compulsive and over-the-top
The rhymes keep on coming, like Pam Ayers's daggy ditties
Now I'll give it a rest before you people get shitty.

It's a bias that allows us to kid ourselves that life is worth it. Otherwise we'd refer to it as PTSD.

Greta wrote:Alfie, I liked the imagery of the bug on goggles,

Being someone with a complete lack of appreciation of poetry, I shouldn't have commented on it. What I said about it was more to do with me being in a grumpy mood than the poem.

Do I feel a bad poem coming on?

It's like a rap, Greta, and, although I wouldn't know the difference between a good one and a bad one, I've heard worse ones than yours.

It could be a strategy to back up one´s ego.
We erase bad parts (forgive the culprits if needs be) and then remember the past as something nice.
We polish the story of our life and enjoy watching it again and again.

Greta wrote:Alfie, I liked the imagery of the bug on goggles, and also "when what was becomes what should have been".

Then again, I also liked the line in King Crimson's ConstruKction of Light: "And if Warhol's a genius, what am I? A speck of lint on the penis of an alien?" which was roundly lambasted by critics rather more socially sophisticated than me

Do I feel a bad poem coming on?

My goggles are not of rose
I missed the train too often
When I blew up or froze.
So I will go to my coffin, knowing
That the past was sometimes shit
That I liked it a bit.
Not as good as my life today
Which is okay.

Yes, the world is going to hell
Reason hides in its scholarly shell
But history is cyclic
Though our future is seismic.

Things will one day settle again.
The survivors then will start a new reign.
And they will look at the past
Truly aghast
At what dickheads we have been
With a world once green.
So their goggles will be grey, not rose
I suppose.
But no one really knows.

Yes, I too am a bad poet
When I try to do it, I routinely blow it
But no one especially seems to care
Another small voice in the great data nowhere.

Once I get going I struggle to stop
Obsessive, compulsive and over-the-top
The rhymes keep on coming, like Pam Ayers's daggy ditties
Now I'll give it a rest before you people get shitty.

That is funny and bears the repetition! Still chuckling. My doggerel is heeled.

Yes Alf, bad moods can bring us words
More usually reserved for turds.
Been there, done that so many times,
Committing minor ethical crimes.

Yes, nostaligia has its place
When false memories cheer today's sad face
So now my bad rhymes give me cause
To thank Harbs and Walker for their faint applause.

Rapping instead of hissing
Cattiness rather than doggerel
You're rather kind in a place like this
Where members shower each other in piss
- metaphorically speaking,
Unfragrant words a-leaking
Hysteria peaking
Debates so reeking
Antagonistic shrieking
The right and left still squeaking.
But I'm just here for the geeking.

Now ...
Waiting for chemicals to kick in
The punishment for picking
Kikuyu grass that was sticking.
Bionic plants that refused to budge
So now yesterday's drudge
Brings fond memories into my mind
When my back seemed perfectly fine.
In truth, my bod's almost as bad as the past
But then the pain was a rosy, less overcast.

No doubt, as Dudz said, our memories have been sift
Yet this rose tinge, you should get the drift
Is solely due to red light shift!
As we look back into time
Like a Doppler siren, rendered deep by distance
Only longer wavelengths become prime
(Not Dalek) - this is physics in its consistence
Making a rosy impression, hence its persistence.

I'll stop now

Fantastic! What could be betta than a poem by Greta?

Harbal wrote:Fantastic! What could be betta than a poem by Greta?

Witty garble from Harbal

Greta wrote:

Harbal wrote:Fantastic! What could be betta than a poem by Greta?

Witty garble from Harbal

Rants from Dalek? (Shit. I was supposed to rhyme, wasn't I? )

Dalek Prime wrote:

Greta wrote:

Harbal wrote:Fantastic! What could be betta than a poem by Greta? :D

Witty garble from Harbal :)

Rants from Dalek? (Shit. I was supposed to rhyme, wasn't I? :| )

It's too hard to rhyme so switch to alliteration ... Dalek's diatribes :)

Greta wrote:

Dalek Prime wrote:

Greta wrote: Witty garble from Harbal

Rants from Dalek? (Shit. I was supposed to rhyme, wasn't I? )

It's too hard to rhyme so switch to alliteration ... Dalek's diatribes

Sounds like I messed my pants now.