Once you go....you know...

[Tuff Gong]

Re: Once you go....you know...

<div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: RichD</div><div class="ubbcode-body"><div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: Tropicana</div><div class="ubbcode-body"> when I called an older cousin in New York a couple of days he started reciting poetry. Wow!!! What happened to that king of Jamaican guy? Very nice.

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growing up whenever we were on long trips my father would recite poetry to us..one of his favourites was the lady of the lake...he would recite the verse then fill in the back story in the most descriptive manner.

<div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Quote:</div><div class="ubbcode-body"><span style="font-style: italic">Alone, but with unbated zeal,
That horseman plied the scourge and steel;
For jaded now, and spent with toil,
Embossed with foam, and dark with soil,
While every gasp with sobs he drew,
The laboring stag strained full in view</span>.</div></div>

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LOL I would like to hear your dad tell the backstory on this!

[Tropicana]

Re: Once you go....you know...

<div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: RichD</div><div class="ubbcode-body"><div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: Tropicana</div><div class="ubbcode-body"> when I called an older cousin in New York a couple of days he started reciting poetry. Wow!!! What happened to that king of Jamaican guy? Very nice.

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growing up whenever we were on long trips my father would recite poetry to us..one of his favourites was the lady of the lake...he would recite the verse then fill in the back story in the most descriptive manner.

<div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Quote:</div><div class="ubbcode-body"><span style="font-style: italic">Alone, but with unbated zeal,
That horseman plied the scourge and steel;
For jaded now, and spent with toil,
Embossed with foam, and dark with soil,
While every gasp with sobs he drew,
The laboring stag strained full in view</span>.</div></div>

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Yes I think poetry is great. How come guys don't recite poetry anymore? I met my cousin along time ago and thought but alas he was taken and a cousin. I mentionned this to his sister and she said he was a favourite with the ladies in his day :shameu but she said he married young and he has been faithful to hhis wife all these years.

I wonder how often he recites poetry to her.

[RichD]

Re: Once you go....you know...

<div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: Tropicana</div><div class="ubbcode-body">

Yes I think poetry is great. How come guys don't recite poetry anymore? </div></div>

because ...&quot;yo shorty&quot; work and it easier

[sistactry]

Re: Once you go....you know...



not to mention boringgggggggggg

not all a dem,

[Tuff Gong]

Re: Once you go....you know...

<div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: RichD</div><div class="ubbcode-body"><div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: Tropicana</div><div class="ubbcode-body">

Yes I think poetry is great. How come guys don't recite poetry anymore? </div></div>

because ...&quot;yo shorty&quot; work and it easier </div></div>

LOL!

[Peasie]

Re: Once you go....you know...

<div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: Tuff Gong</div><div class="ubbcode-body"><div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: RichD</div><div class="ubbcode-body"><div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: Tropicana</div><div class="ubbcode-body">

Yes I think poetry is great. How come guys don't recite poetry anymore? </div></div>

because ...&quot;yo shorty&quot; work and it easier </div></div>

LOL! </div></div>

[Wahalla]

Re: Once you go....you know...

<div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: Tuff Gong</div><div class="ubbcode-body"><div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: RichD</div><div class="ubbcode-body">yes i do

i have been and i know </div></div>
Heaven? </div></div>
once u been to hell
u know every where else is heaven,
once u been to a african war..
u know u would rather go back to hell.

[mountaingal]

Re: Once you go....you know...

<div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: RichD</div><div class="ubbcode-body"><div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: Tropicana</div><div class="ubbcode-body">

Yes I think poetry is great. How come guys don't recite poetry anymore? </div></div>

because ...&quot;yo shorty&quot; work and it easier </div></div>

<span style="font-style: italic">*trying to picture Rich using that line... *</span>

[Gen]

Re: Once you go....you know...

Tropi-my mother used to do that as well. to this day she will still burst into poetry.

I don't know if that is still taught in schools there and to what extent. I certainly didn't hear my younger HS cousins bursting into any poetry.


<div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: Tropicana</div><div class="ubbcode-body"><div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: RichD</div><div class="ubbcode-body"><div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: Tropicana</div><div class="ubbcode-body"> when I called an older cousin in New York a couple of days he started reciting poetry. Wow!!! What happened to that king of Jamaican guy? Very nice.

</div></div>

growing up whenever we were on long trips my father would recite poetry to us..one of his favourites was the lady of the lake...he would recite the verse then fill in the back story in the most descriptive manner.

<div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Quote:</div><div class="ubbcode-body"><span style="font-style: italic">Alone, but with unbated zeal,
That horseman plied the scourge and steel;
For jaded now, and spent with toil,
Embossed with foam, and dark with soil,
While every gasp with sobs he drew,
The laboring stag strained full in view</span>.</div></div>

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Yes I think poetry is great. How come guys don't recite poetry anymore? I met my cousin along time ago and thought but alas he was taken and a cousin. I mentionned this to his sister and she said he was a favourite with the ladies in his day :shameu but she said he married young and he has been faithful to hhis wife all these years.

I wonder how often he recites poetry to her. </div></div>