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 Oct 13 08, 08:56
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 Laureate Legionnaire  Posts: 3,446 Joined: 16-October 06 From: UK Member No.: 298 Real Name: Alan McAlpine Douglas Writer of: Poetry Referred By:Lori/Eisa/loads of old friends  |
FLAVOURING
THE TECHNICOLOUR YAWN Brilliant or startling odours illuminate the ship, keying relevant memories released into the atmosphere What a giggle, one I hope never to repeat, as a tidal surge of spew loudly feathers out across the deck It is not movement of the ship that keys my motion sickness, but the added smell of bilge as flavouring Alan McAlpine Douglas Challenge words : brilliant startle odour illuminate ship relevant atmosphere giggle hope tidal loud feather This one is dedicated to our beloved resident Australian, Arnfinn, for his compatriots' shall we say colourful contributions to the language ! Techniclolor Yawn is Aussie slang for, well, use your imagination ! ·······  ······· |
  
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Oct 16 08, 11:42
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Alan, I seem to havemissed this somehow...I have never suffered the humility of motion sickness, but have witnessed it several times, not an aroma I would care to endure again thanks...
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Oct 16 08, 22:31
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 Ornate Oracle  Posts: 8,888 Joined: 27-August 04 From: Bariloche, Argentine Patagonia Member No.: 78 Real Name: Sylvia Evelyn Maclagan Writer of: Poetry & Prose Referred By:David Ting |
Wow, Alan, this poem stinks! LOL.....And I'm afraid I DID experience sea-sickness on more than one occasion, the worst being crossing the Channel to Dover in the old days, prior to the Chunnel!! It took 8 hours and more than half the passengers were lying on the steps or boards throwing up...
This also brings to memory a trip on a Greek ship in the Aegean Sea, when we got caught in a helluva windstorm -forgotten the name of it- and nearly sank! Not joking... I'll have to re-read this piece to understand it properly. I don't know what Oz means, and why it's dedicated to Arnie. The title is also confusing, sorry! I'm sunk in er...bilge....ugh! Best, Syl*** ······· ·······Mis temas favoritos
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Oct 17 08, 01:44
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Laureate Legionnaire Posts: 3,446 Joined: 16-October 06 From: UK Member No.: 298 Real Name: Alan McAlpine Douglas Writer of: Poetry Referred By:Lori/Eisa/loads of old friends |
Dear Sylvia,
LOL, you are right. Oz-tralia ! So glad to have revived all of those lovely memories. I've modified my post to explain more. Love Alan ······· ······· |
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Oct 19 08, 19:04
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 Babylonian Posts: 69 Joined: 24-February 05 From: Houma, LA Member No.: 101 Real Name: Leigh Ann Writer of: Poetry |
Oh!! I've never heard it expressed so handily! "the added smell of bilge" I love it!!!!! even more than that, I can smell it:-)
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Oct 20 08, 04:54
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Laureate Legionnaire Posts: 3,446 Joined: 16-October 06 From: UK Member No.: 298 Real Name: Alan McAlpine Douglas Writer of: Poetry Referred By:Lori/Eisa/loads of old friends |
Dear GOOD,
Thank you so much - it is the poet's job to evoke a response, and it seems with you I have succeeded ! Love Alan ······· ······· |
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Oct 21 08, 01:28
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 Creative Chieftain  Posts: 2,587 Joined: 9-August 03 From: Australia Member No.: 17 Real Name: John Writer of: Poetry |
Hello,
The olde Technicolour Yawn or in other terms 'Call for Ruuth' or chunder.  Chunder, the word derives, from a nautical expression 'watch under' an ominous courtesy shouted from upper decks, when Ruth took to yawning, for protection of those below. No doubt brought on by bilge festerings in the bowels of the vessel below the bellchambers that protect the propeller shafts. A twentyfour caret poem, Alan. Regards, John 
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Oct 21 08, 18:05
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Laureate Legionnaire Posts: 3,446 Joined: 16-October 06 From: UK Member No.: 298 Real Name: Alan McAlpine Douglas Writer of: Poetry Referred By:Lori/Eisa/loads of old friends |
Dear John,
CHUNDER, down under, this is a pome about spew, from up above ! Spewth ! The seal of approval from you (bein' kind o' a resident expert, so tuh speak) means a lot ! Llove Alan ······· ······· |
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