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lonely place

Left on my lonesome.
In idleness got numb.
Feeling so lonely much like in a desert.
There is no one in sight, nobody for a flirt.


Though, a long time ago,
there were more than a joe
in this lively place
suitable for the chase.


We had a great Whacky in eager willingness
to help everybody in total selflessness,
a mischievous Sophie, the ever with it girl
who was there to support or to give it a whirl.


Vic also was eager to reply any tip.
No one wanted ever her gentle say to skip.
She had substituted for the Gee, the Gwendo
Who had been talkative without further ado.


A guy from Brittany, a touch of poetry.
Not to mention Sandy, with tuba vocally,
along with puckish guy tuning accordingly.
Alumni and their bunch made up the company.


Now we are so sorry that happy time has gone
when they all were chatting and laughing thereon.
As the time is flowing we are left in the lurch
From now on here around, no use making a search.


Is it the summer time that kept people away?
Is it the summer heat that lead them all astray?
For the highs are well known for stunning everyone,
petrifying beings turned still life well done.


Temperatures climbing up to the the thirty-three
make the air so hot that it doesn't provide
any lift to the bird to take-off for a glide,
leaving it with no move like a stuffed birdie.


The dew point is flirting with an all-time low;
down to one nine degrees is the best it would show,
making the air so dry, forcing people to choke.
One's throat being dried out, one couldn't crack a joke,


The air pressure also weighs deep on the landscape.
At one zero three three QNH in good shape
is able to pull down any vague desire
to do lift a finger of a live wire.


Flies and mosquitos are no longer buzzing.
The dust has fallen down. Everyone is freezing.
Stillness is complete. Death is universal.
Believers got their faith. If not, no reversal.


Eyelids are swollen, slumping into a night.
The state of consciousness is stalling as a kite
that goes spinning downwards into unconsciousness.
Could it be the next world or mere nothingness?


Hey! A call through the night? Hey! She gave a start.
It is an azuline playing the bleeding heart
by launching a hard tip to dead GGusers
as to resuscitate that too many losers.


Or is it a Nadine who will do anything
to make up with a sis a duet in singing?
Hey! Not a bit of it! You haven't a clue?
By just looking at them you should guess the trick through.


One-shot contributor is nothing but a ghost.
They work as a mirage, liking to play the host
to wild imaginings pictured by losers.
Everything is in you. Nothing in spite of you.


!%schg§^ùgdùschmgodferdom
Wake up, men! Get up, gals!
More is in you.

23 comments - page 2

  • Nooo, Joe - this was my idea! When two people quarrel, a third rejoices. I was so much fun. n- h - n -h. You got it?
  • Oh, please, boys, don't quarrel. I have a headache, I'm so depressed - I'm down in the dumbs.
    Peace and kindness!
    Vic.
  • I am NOT quarreling!! I am only loóking for a spanner.
    I am NOT quarrelling!! I am NOT quarrelling!!!
  • The shitty poem of Joe's doesn't even rhyme everywhere. The completey Dead Poets Society would turn in their graves if they could.
  • Welcome Alumnus Alumhi, second declared GG alumnus as far as I know, welcome back Sophie, I thought you died when you fell down from the wheel of fortune. Every GG member in the forum must know that I am the only legal and official Alumnus Alumni whose name has been deposited in the GG data base and approved by the Queen of Contents. Therefore, any topic written by any other nickname with even one character different from 'Alumnus Alumni' must be considered as a fake.
  • From Joe tne screwball:
    Hello. It works! What a shrewd ruse I have come up with.

     


    Warning! Please, mind the 'n'.
    The words here above are not mine.
    With beheading the h in the article of my name, a hacker turned it 'tne'. So he made up a very likeness of my nickname. Sordid!


    As phone hackings by Ruppert Murdoch's lackeys are unveiled, legal procedures - and much more - are to ensue. Down here a clear field is left to thugs, smugglers and hackers. This forum is NOT monitored. Anyone may tell anything and everything about anyone. I cannot stand an unknown fake pretending to be me and speaking as if he was me.
    [the fake at stake is a cheater, a sham, un imposteur, ein Betrüger, un impostor.]
    That fake is free to thrive. Crimes stay unpunished in the GymGlish forum.
    As a victim, I am just bound to a hara-kiri.
    Disgusting!


    Joe tHe screwball.
  • From Alumnus Alumhi:
    Nooo, Joe - this was my idea! When two people quarrel, a third rejoices. I was so much fun. n- h - n -h. You got it?

     


    Hiya AA!
    Were you aware that you didn't reply to me but to a fake?
    I've been the victim of a dirty hacker.
    Disgusted I am. Just bound to leave you.


    Joe tHe screwball
  • From Victorihe:
    Oh, please, boys, don't quarrel. I have a headache, I'm so depressed - I'm down in the dumbs.
    Peace and kindness!
    Vic.

     


    Hi Vic!


    Were you aware that you didn't reply to me but to a fake?
    I've been the victim of a dirty hacker.
    Disgusted I am. Just bound to leave you.


    Joe tHe screwball
  • From Sopnie Moa:
    The shitty poem of Joe's doesn't even rhyme everywhere. The completey Dead Poets Society would turn in their graves if they could.

     


    Hi Soph,


    Bad to me. I lost your friendship.
    Though, since you showed on down here, I have been loving you.
    There has been a misunderstanding.


    You can't stand being called a "a mischievous Sophie, the ever with it girl, who is there to support or to give it a whirl."
    You take it the wrong way about what is a mischievous girl.
    Of course a mischief may bear a negative meaning.
    But when it comes to a nice girl of your kind, breathing fresh air on the banks of the belle Loire nantaise, not just with a pretty face and a pretty bust, but with a sharp eye, quick-witted, being ever with it (qui est sur tous les coups), supporting everyone, replying every post by giving it a whirl (tentant d'y répondre à tout crin), ... that's not negative at all to be called "une espiègle" (the opposite of a dummy!)
    I would never address that way a petty flat-chested small-minded peasant.


    Now about rhymes. You carried your point. You're right noting that poetry and company are very, very, very poor near-rhymes, inasmuch as they can be seen as near rhyming at all.


    Before leaving, Soph, I'd like to tell that I wouldn't play the know-it-all with my shitty series of lines. I wanted to revive the forum and it worked. Most former regulars are now back, namely you, Soph.
    The only one missing yet is Whacky. It's a great loss for all of us. But I now guess why he is keeping mum.


    Forget it, Soph. I trust you'll keep up the good mood.
    Loves
    Joe tHe screwball (the true one)
  • From Joe tne screwball:
    I am NOT quarreling!! I am only loóking for a spanner.
    I am NOT quarrelling!! I am NOT quarrelling!!!

     


    It's scandalous. You keep on faking me! It makes me sick!

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