Short and old is best

darkmaas

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Winston Churchill said:
Short words are best and old words when short are the best of all.

Many of my dear friends here at Lit. (you know who you are) are wont to use a long word when a short would do. They no doubt feel that it shows style and a grasp of prose. God knows that I too am apt to sin this way. But who needs a word made up of bits and more bits whose root is, as oft as not, a word from French? Who wants that? Bush has said the French, who would not join him in the war, are soft and vile. He, for one, will not sound like he ate frog’s legs for lunch each time he tries to speak?

The Economist wrote:
… short words, when old are still the tops. Tough as boots or soft as silk, sharp as steel or blunt as toast, there are old short words to fit each need. You want to make love, have a chat, ask the way, thank your stars, curse your luck or swear, scold and rail? Just pluck an old short word at will.


This thread, then, is for poems (or prose and quips) of short and old words.



Two syll… oops that was close… two “bits” are far too much. Just play with words of one bit or less! The one time that one ought to break the rule is if you use a name (such as Churchill or darkmaas). It is, of course, quite rude to chop up good folk’s names.

Those of you who turn flesh to prose will soon find out that the damned trio “fuck:cunt:cock” are still all right. Your prose need not change to fit this thread. Some may be mad when they try to use the “P” word (the one that means small cat) and find it far too long. I for one, will not miss it.

I will not bore you any more with lists of good words or bad. I’m sure you all can count to one.

(Note to the Fool – beer, ale, wine (red or white, sweet or dry), scotch, rye, gin, rum and port all make the cut and I’m sure that it IS your round. I’ll have two shots please; no ice.)


A POEM

It’s hard for men
brought up to think
that long is best
it must not shrink
and girls may fear
the sag of breasts
as time creeps on
young may seem best

Best lose that thought
words are not skin
they won’t grow hard
will not push in
or will not grope
or sweat at all
no, word are words
best old and small

So grab your quill
your pen, your ink
it’s not as hard
as you may think
to use short words
in place of long
write odes to love
for lust, a song




(thanks to last week’s Economist for the seed for this thread)
 
If short is good, and old is best,
then these I give you just in jest*:



Cocks and Whore Jazz



Tart swish tail and fey fig,
trayf gink and mugg firk,
all are for naught.

Burke and birk the cry,
bawd sards and schites,
two bit tits for wonk.
Rook me rube, as nit japes
and cod swives, jazz zig
and jizz zag.

Hawk and gawk lewd leech,
and frog's snake meat eat,
all for one red dog.


*These words were all derived between the years 1000 and 1800, with the exception of "jazz", whose use herein predates the musical term.
 
darkmaas said:
Winston Churchill said:

Many of my dear friends here at Lit. (you know who you are) are wont to use a long word when a short would do. They no doubt feel that it shows style and a grasp of prose. God knows that I too am apt to sin this way. But who needs a word made up of bits and more bits whose root is, as oft as not, a word from French? Who wants that? Bush has said the French, who would not join him in the war, are soft and vile. He, for one, will not sound like he ate frog’s legs for lunch each time he tries to speak?

The Economist wrote:


This thread, then, is for poems (or prose and quips) of short and old words.



Two syll… oops that was close… two “bits” are far too much. Just play with words of one bit or less! The one time that one ought to break the rule is if you use a name (such as Churchill or darkmaas). It is, of course, quite rude to chop up good folk’s names.

Those of you who turn flesh to prose will soon find out that the damned trio “fuck:cunt:cock” are still all right. Your prose need not change to fit this thread. Some may be mad when they try to use the “P” word (the one that means small cat) and find it far too long. I for one, will not miss it.

I will not bore you any more with lists of good words or bad. I’m sure you all can count to one.

(Note to the Fool – beer, ale, wine (red or white, sweet or dry), scotch, rye, gin, rum and port all make the cut and I’m sure that it IS your round. I’ll have two shots please; no ice.)


A POEM

It’s hard for men
brought up to think
that long is best
it must not shrink
and girls may fear
the sag of breasts
as time creeps on
young may seem best

Best lose that thought
words are not skin
they won’t grow hard
will not push in
or will not grope
or sweat at all
no, word are words
best old and small

So grab your quill
your pen, your ink
it’s not as hard
as you may think
to use short words
in place of long
write odes to love
for lust, a song




(thanks to last week’s Economist for the seed for this thread)

huh? lol.

Here's my zen poem again. I think it's made for this thread.

b

there. that's it.

wait. here's a love poem.

b
:heart:
ed

and where are you? did you get my message? don't make me send disposa after you.
 
jd4george said:
If short is good, and old is best,
then these I give you just in jest*:



Cocks and Whore Jazz



Tart swish tail and fey fig,
trayf gink and mugg firk,
all are for naught.

Burke and birk the cry,
bawd sards and schites,
two bit tits for wonk.
Rook me rube, as nit japes
and cod swives, jazz zig
and jizz zag.

Hawk and gawk lewd leech,
and frog's snake meat eat,
all for one red dog.


*These words were all derived between the years 1000 and 1800, with the exception of "jazz", whose use herein predates the musical term.

show off.

:rose:
 
Okay... so this little challenge got my "archaic" juices going. I need to write a "translation" I fear!

And Ang... with the likes of you, I HAVE to try and show off! :rose: :kiss:
 
That's sad! Wanna get drunk? At least we won't notice it.... or care... or worse case, it'll give us something to bitch about, and to lie to the ladies about!!!! :)
 
jd4george said:
Okay... so this little challenge got my "archaic" juices going. I need to write a "translation" I fear!

And Ang... with the likes of you, I HAVE to try and show off! :rose: :kiss:

well you can't get much shorter or older than "b."

:rose: :kiss:
 
jd4george said:
That's sad! Wanna get drunk? At least we won't notice it.... or care... or worse case, it'll give us something to bitch about, and to lie to the ladies about!!!! :)


I already don't care
lol

as the old Groucho Marx routine goes

" Have you got everything Rufus?"

" I haven't had any complaints yet"


:D
 
dark
maas
I
tried
but
I
can't
do
this
yet,
but
you
know
me.
I'll
mull
it
and
soon
poem
y.
 
Verse or prose you old, old man?
I fear you were not clear.
There is a hole in your short, short thought
and dear, it is right here.

Please plug the hole that weeps for more
with words that cork the flask.
I know you can find the plug that fits.
It's what's thick can do the task.

So, don't moan of length or height of sense,
or cry for a prick of worth,
Give me the truth of love and lust
then plow me with your girth.
 
Moan, bitch, rue and stomp...

Two posts for the price of one.
 
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Stop it

Stop it!
Yes,
you.
I see how you stand,
pose,
walk,
and sit
like there is no one else
that I should look at.
No legs for my eyes to track
the length of;
No hips for my tongue to brush
my lips o'er;
No breasts for my hands to want
to touch so much;
Just stop it!
You make me
want
you
right
now!
 
when fey folk
work long and hard
on deep thoughts
say loud and clear
their fine truths
I find a thirst
for more plain acts
a mouth dry
for sweet wine
a need for less talk
and more smiles
so share with me
my friend
a fire
a table
a drink
a thought
but no words
for them there is no need
it has all been said


Hey DM, I have an unopened bottle of Cardhu calling our names...
 
Hmmm...."b" huh?

Bean town boys boast
raise a toast
beat the Bronx brats
those we hate most

raise a glass
a mug
a cheer
the curse is dead
this is our year
 
Now what do we know?

one: It's hard to quip or jack a thread with short words. Or else some of you can't count to one or less?

two: Tathagata has a short old dick.

three: jd4george's is not long. Is "not long" less than "short"?

four: Now this is weird! Angeline claims that hers is still less large! Or does she mean Randy Ted?

five: jd4george has saved his poet's ass with "Cocks and Whore Jazz." I am in awe.

six: Champagne shows us some cheek (twice or is that both?). Short and thick for her it seems. Verse or prose? Verse is best but prose is fine for those, like me, who find it hard to count to one and rhyme at the same time.

next: Thank you EE. My horse is fine. Four legs and quite long. He is no poet.

eight: Remec pens a poem with a bit of shape. Well done. (Where is that old cod Rybka? This is his cup of tea.)

nine: Hey Fool! Good luck for me that the Scots say Chardu fast.

A few wee drams, no ice
would be oh so nice.

(By the way. What do you think of the news that Moet has bought Glenmorangie? It's a black day. I blame Disposa.)

ten: tungtied2u I fear, will have his poor heart ript in two when the sad sox choke late. His poem though is proof that hope reigns in spite of bald fact.
 
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Re: Now what do we know?

darkmaas said:


(By the way. What do you think of the news that Moet has bought Glenmorangie? It's a black day. I blame Disposa.)


Things better not change. Have you had their Port Finish Scotch? I love that shit....

That Disposa Girl is nothing but trouble...
 
Re: Re: Now what do we know?

The_Fool said:
Things better not change. Have you had their Port Finish Scotch? I love that shit....

That Disposa Girl is nothing but trouble...

If she comes back and keeps chatting, she can get an av...

just a thought
 
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