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Cherry_Ripe · « **Reply #15 on:** February 22, 2006, 03:10:41 pm »

Genius! An old person could easily get away with that but if a younger person carried a knife nobody would believe it was to make a sandwich.

EASTEREGG · « **Reply #16 on:** February 23, 2006, 08:18:07 pm »

who cares.

Cherry_Ripe · « **Reply #17 on:** February 24, 2006, 08:06:39 am »

The Samaritans?

oldspice · « **Reply #18 on:** February 24, 2006, 05:29:36 pm »

When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn't go and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick the flowers in other people's gardens . . .
.
But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.

Jenny Joseph

smurfboy · « **Reply #19 on:** February 24, 2006, 05:48:42 pm »

Even better, you can pretend to be deaf when you've done something wrong!

goldencup · « **Reply #20 on:** February 24, 2006, 06:41:34 pm »

Oldspice that is uncanny! I was quoting that poem at somebody this very afternoon! An old friend of mine had it for her funeral and I thought it was very appropriate.

oldspice · « **Reply #21 on:** February 25, 2006, 08:13:13 am »

I've been doing some poetry work with my adult literacy group and I chose this one for them to 'break them in' because they all thought they hated poetry!

loulou · « **Reply #22 on:** February 25, 2006, 09:15:50 am »

That is such a good choice oldspice and I bet your group have enjoyed it and decided they like poetry now.

oldspice · « **Reply #23 on:** February 25, 2006, 11:50:36 am »

Well, when we did love poetry, just before St Valentine's day, they liked the modern stuff by W H Auden (Stop all the clocks.....) and Maya Angelou (Come and be my baby) but hated the most beautiful Shakespeare sonnet (Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?) so i think I will have to work on them a bit more!

smurfboy · « **Reply #24 on:** February 25, 2006, 12:54:02 pm »

Worst poetry ever - 'The Fat Black Women's Poems' by Grace Nichols.

loulou · « **Reply #25 on:** February 25, 2006, 02:10:26 pm »

Shall I bother looking them up smurfy or are they really bad?

smurfboy · « **Reply #26 on:** February 26, 2006, 01:25:39 am »

Hmmm... women seem to like them more than men, so maybe you could look them up. I was made to study them about four times during my degree. Although they are very poor they are also very politically 'right on', so unis are falling over themselves to put them on the syllabus.

oldspice · « **Reply #27 on:** February 26, 2006, 09:37:18 am »

By Maya Angelou

The highway is full of big cars
going nowhere fast
And folks is smoking anything that’ll burn
Some people wrap their lives around a cocktail
glass
And you sit wondering
where you’re going to turn
I got it.
Come. And be my baby.

Some prophets say the world is gonna end
tomorrow
But others say we've got a week or two
The paper is full of every kind of blooming horror
And you sit wondering
what you’re gonna do.
I got it.
Come. And be my baby.

This is one of the modern love poems my adult literacy group studied for Valentine's day.

loulou · « **Reply #28 on:** February 26, 2006, 09:54:12 pm »

That's a love poem?

goldencup · « **Reply #29 on:** February 27, 2006, 10:16:04 am »

A modern love poem. That's the difference.

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By Maya Angelou