What You Said - Barrymore Back on TV? After Michael Barrymore's...

thanks for posting this great old favourite.

This is probably Pam's best known poem but I'd suggest not her best work.(For my money "The Battery Hen")

Snobbery among illiterates of course has caused Ayres poems to seem somehow less credible than many of the "bigger names" in 20th Century British poetry but slowly - too slowly some may say - she is being recognised as a true "peoples" voice in the same way as Betjeman or McGough.

About time too. A very wry, sly wit.

joanii wrote:

What? don't bother replying. I'm off!

Yeah piss off,you can believe what you like,and don't fecking address me anymore about him.I fecking know the truth to this,so now get lost bastard,Michael has told the bleeding truth,you are a bastard,clear off,Joanni,BG or anyone else John doe fake and the londoner,its the same people Troll,they are not new,they are absolute fake bastards.You will fecking well get it like the rest of them,I can't wait,I thought this would stop today,fecking well try me,that I won't do something about this,I'm going to,fecking well shut your mouths.
Michael is an innocent man,your the bloody everythings.

christine wrote:

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May you and others pay for all of this,this is just so stupid,the lot of it.believe what you like,Mr Barrymore could not swim and you and others didn't know that.No sure I don't,I know more than you bastard.

Christine - good evening!
I knew we could educate these lost voices!
see - they are responding to poetry with poetry - A Big Advance. No matter their subject matters are backward - we are moving them on!
You have done a great thing with your fight and you should feel great about yourself.
All the old enemies have gone!

I didn't mean you troll,you are not saying anything wrong,they are the same loonies,I will just let them believe what they like,fake bastards.loonies they have already been caught out last year.
Evil of the worst kind and act like children all 12 of them.I suggest they get help.They are not trying to make a point they are bloody mentally insane.Not a bloody clue.Nor will they shut up,they will do one fecking day,believe me,one day if I hear it said in my ear,they are going to get thumped,believe me,I will summon them somewhere as well.How dare they,how dare they accuse,they have no idea,what is coming to them,break their bloody necks.One day when this is all finished,just mark my word for it.

I'm bloody sad,of the misbehaviour of these bullies,not sad otherwise,i know and love Michael barrymore.

Your use of forceful imagery and unrelenting attack is astonishing CG. Like a Tigress protecting her young!
Never NEVER let up. I know this is as much about how life has treated you as it is about your idol.
That is why I will be here to supprt you all the way.

We have ridiculed the absolute truth of Your Word and called it Pluralism;

We have endorsed perversion and called it alternative lifestyle;

We have exploited the poor and called it the lottery'

We have rewarded laziness and called it welfare;

We have killed our senses and called it choice;

We have shot abortionists and called it justifiable;

We have neglected to discipline our children and called it building self-esteem;

We have abused power and called it politics;

We have coveted our neighbor's possessions and called it ambition;

We have polluted the air with profanity and pornography and called it freedom of expression;

We have ridiculed the time-honored values of our forefathers and called it enlightenment.

This internet thief must not win.

(Rasta Declaration)

12thirty wrote:

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Christine - good evening!
I knew we could educate these lost voices!
see - they are responding to poetry with poetry - A Big Advance. No matter their subject matters are backward - we are moving them on!
You have done a great thing with your fight and you should feel great about yourself.
All the old enemies have gone!

they haven't they are posing under different names,I do not agree with the poem about Michael though,written by an idiot,look just try to guide them and stay off the subject of Michael and the pool death please troll,I love Michael too bits,god knows,this has to stop,thanks for your great works and dedication.We have to keep them off the subject of Michael.

Would you like to hear my poem?

Oh the MB poem was crass cheap doggerell but it was written from the point of view of intimidation and, rather as a patient teacher overlooks a child's wilfull ways, we can se this through to something higher. At least a poem is indicative of a waking heart, you'll see.

Yes I would be honoured to read your verse.

Untitled.

Forever in my heart an idol is here
His name is Michael he's a dear
I play his CD,I kiss his picture
Up on the wall,its a permanent fixture
When you was down so was I
To hear your bad news,I sat down and cried
For you so lovely,I love you so much
Who I felt and kissed you,when we touched.

But I heard the good news the other day
I was so happy,hip hip hooray!
So now I look forward to seeing you again
But I know,I can't wait until then
You bring so much pleasure to all your fans
Including me,with your lovely tan.

Goodbye,I'll close now with one last kiss
And I know I'll make that it won't miss
Till I see you again the month of November
It'll be a night to remember.

I love you always Michael.

Christine Guntrip.

That poem was published in 1998,in Jewels of the imagination,its straight from my heart.I hope you like it?

Move them on to a better place to be in,get them to take a long hard look at their sad lives and stop writing betrayals of Michael.
Moving on is what they should be doing and again the past is the past,its been and gone,he is suceeding.Life has to go on for all of us.
These betrayals has to stop for good.

Wonderful Christine.
All poetry written by the heart is borne from truth; it begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of right, a homesickness, a lovesickness. A poem is never finished, only abandoned.

Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood.

Now, of course, you will entice the jackals who will deride, parody and decry. That is their lot and their curse and their trap.

As the scavengers follow the feast.

Sing loud. Life pours down like silver...

and another one for my long lost departed.

As death's icy fingers,settle around his heart
I now know the time has come to part
And I feel so helpless
As I have cried so much.and shuddered,and sighed
I can still remember our first night of love
And I can still taste his last sweet kiss
Your the girl I love,holding me so close
Now the ashes have since scattered
and the last of him is gone
Now please don't be sad.if my tears start to fall
And do take them up there with our lord
though you have gone it isn't the end
I love you still and I will see you again
now the painful tears still spill
God takes your hand and leads you away
I dry my eyes and promise I will stay
I will always remember our good times
Walk away with my head held high
Though my heart is breaking inside.

Christine Guntrip

12thirty wrote:

Wonderful Christine.
All poetry written by the heart is borne from truth; it begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of right, a homesickness, a lovesickness. A poem is never finished, only abandoned.
Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood.
Now, of course, you will entice the jackals who will deride, parody and decry. That is their lot and their curse and their trap.
As the scavengers follow the feast.
Sing loud. Life pours down like silver...

I will await there betrayals,but I am out all day tomorrow,I don't care if they side trap me,thanks for your lovely comment,here is my song to them
LALALALALALLLALALAALALALAALLAL ALALALAL by the Carpenters,I am semi-pro singer.I sing in care homes.

Another poem,

As I read this board for the last 11 months
I have come across some silly old frumps
Opinated,slated in the worst possible form
A lovely idol I love,I am torn.
I never understand people like this
Who constantly think they can take the piss
Better than me,they also said
Bored me to tears,in this so called thread
It made me sleep well at night in my bed.
I'm so angry,I'm so hurt
for them to say,they act like burks.
I hope one day.they will pay
And open there mouth and they will say
It wasn't us,what's the fuss
I will eat my toast without the crust.

Christine.
Even your most wicked detractor cannot fail to be moved by those words.
Nothing I have read here prepared me for such depth of feeling.
It is a passage that might be read on the worst day of any one of us.
With this one piece of verse you have made good your victory (if victory be needed)
It was, quite simply, beautiful.

another one.

They work in a office one did say
No I'm sure they didn't get paid
They sit on the chairs eating fish and chips
all day and got a quick fix
One John Doe a boss in need
something he just couldn't heed
the warning of the top boss
in his hot boxers,splurted out
come on you reds
dress like judge dred.

hhaahhahhhaahhahhahhah!!!!!
Crap poem most suited to them,watch it Troll,watch the loonies.

12thirty wrote:

Christine.
Even your most wicked detractor cannot fail to be moved by those words.
Nothing I have read here prepared me for such depth of feeling.
It is a passage that might be read on the worst day of any one of us.
With this one piece of verse you have made good your victory (if victory be needed)
It was, quite simply, beautiful.

Thank you,its all from the heart,its real.I know I have difficulties,but it poured straight out of the heart.

speak Monday if I can,life is hectic at the moment,I'm busy with work.
But Mr Barrymore is always in my heart with my long lost departed husband.
Thanks for your kind words,I love your transcriptions,some words,I haven't heard before.
No doubt they are abusing my lovely idol elsewhere,but on time it will catch up with them.
I hope you enjoy the rest of your weekend,keep up the good work,we must keep detering them.