Just now, geronimo said:

The woad sounds like a nasty ailment!!

Go on rub it in to us poor Sassenachs.

1 minute ago, scottiejohn said:

Go on rub it in to us poor Sassenachs.

Actually, as a native American, I have greatest respect for the Scots. The way you stuffed Edward I was a classic! I went to sterling and lit a candle for those brave lads ........

Well unable to write poems like Sitting Bull or Crazy Horse  ...I remember now it's Geronimo , he knows how to do it ..
The only thing I know how to do is post pretty breasts

 

Yuzuki Aikawa another japanese " model "

 

 

1 hour ago, geronimo said:

and how could we ever forgot those ......

 

Soi Dogs

Could this be a veiled reference to me?

On 11/30/2019 at 3:42 PM, Yinn said:

Thankyou.

 

 

Yes. Forgot. Same some think I from Rayong, but is Ranong.

 

I make many mistake. Charlie and Villagefarang is not English, and Geronimo is a Brit!

 

 

Hello Pee Satien!

Ok, I will put his song on the music thread now.

 

Oh, you the police! 

Only Songkran or all the time?

 

Good luck POTY sir!

I was volunteering for Ubon TP when they had some "special cases" in Sisaket. Satien is an old friend, he started his career in his old club called Tamm Mue that doesn't exist anymore called Tamm Mue.

 

I even knew him before he became a "Superstar." He came all the way from Bangkok to a little village near Sisaket to play some of his songs.

 

I have a video where we celebrated his birthday at Tam Mue in Sisaket, the last time I've met him was at bike week Sisaket. It was his son's birthday and even his son sang a song. A nice guy "Nong Satien!!"

On 11/30/2019 at 3:34 PM, Assurancetourix said:

Is it a new kind of big bike?

A motorcycle Issan, I presume?????
I did not imagine you on this kind of engine

 

A similar photo, but without motor; it's me in Saigon, Vietnam in 1992;
I would be curious to know what has become of the little girl sitting in front of the machine ;

it was 27 years ago ...

 

 

 

What would Isaanbiker be without a real bike?

 

Maybe " Rikchajoe?"

 

OMG, you've gotta be 110 years old now!

 

Are over 100 year old members even suitable to become the POTY 2019?

 

I mean with all their health issues and so on.....

 

I can see me in the final competing with Yinn who does the better Wai.

  

  

3 minutes ago, Isaanbiker said:

What would Isaanbiker be without a real bike?

 

Maybe " Rikchajoe?"

  

  

That's what I call a real touring bike .....

9 minutes ago, geronimo said:

That's what I call a real touring bike .....

I was thinking something more like this:

16 minutes ago, Isaanbiker said:

can see me in the final competing with Yinn who does the better wheelie..

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oooh IB .........i love the feel of leather

12 minutes ago, bluesofa said:

I was thinking something more like this:

Here some more 

 

https://fr.123rf.com/photo_15981243_sexy-beautiful-girl-with-motorbike.html

3 hours ago, Isaanbiker said:

OMG, you've gotta be 110 years old now!

 

A little less;????
but to get health insurance, I can still run

I couldn't find a photo of a naked Japanese lady so here is a photo of the missus tiling the garage floor just now while I have a beer. 

And here's a poem to start the day.

 

Do Not vote for SiPi. 

The end. 

No POTY or thread is complete without a photo of a cat getting thrown in the air. 

You will all be utterly delighted to discover that I have, in fact, used up all my poems ......

17 minutes ago, geronimo said:

You will all be utterly delighted to discover that I have, in fact, used up all my poems ......

No dude. Reach deep inside, this is important to the world.

 

Did Ahkmatova walk away from the Lubyanka and say, nah tovarish, Im not in the mood to tell your story?

 

Did Sassoon, Blundin or Brooke look at broken, bloody bodies on the wire and later write that they had nothing to say?

 

Did Bukowski throw his notebook and pen at the bartender and just drink himself silly?

 

Nay! They persevered! They told the story! You too have those experiences just bubbling out of you like the remnants of an intestinal infection! Do not deprive us! Lead us into the light of your literacy! Be the Lermontov of this Forum! Sing, as Horace sang to the ages! Give us that Ode to a Ladyboy, brighten our lives with the Ballad of a Drunken Blighter, sing out your angst with Sitting on the Steps with a Chang!

 

Its not over till its over! The fat lady hasnt sang, sung, singed! Put aside thy silly lace neckerchief and pick up thine quill, Shelly, we are waiting.

 

Thank you.

3 minutes ago, Nyezhov said:

No dude. Reach deep inside, this is important to the world.

 

Did Ahkmatova walk away from the Lubyanka and say, nah tovarish, Im not in the mood to tell your story?

 

Did Sassoon, Blundin or Brooke look at broken, bloody bodies on the wire and later write that they had nothing to say?

 

Did Bukowski throw his notebook and pen at the bartender and just drink himself silly?

 

Nay! They persevered! They told the story! You too have those experiences just bubbling out of you like the remnants of an intestinal infection! Do not deprive us! Lead us into the light of your literacy! Be the Lermontov of this Forum! Sing, as Horace sang to the ages! Give us that Ode to a Ladyboy, brighten our lives with the Ballad of a Drunken Blighter, sing out your angst with Sitting on the Steps with a Chang!

 

Its not over till its over! The fat lady hasnt sang, sung, singed! Put aside thy silly lace neckerchief and pick up thine quill, Shelly, we are waiting.

 

Thank you.

Greatly inspired, I shall dip my quill as often as possible and continue to pen my thoughts in poetic verse, although I do get the feeling that your unwavering encouragement is not shared by the TVF community ........ Hark! I hear a poem coming!

gallop, gallop ........

 

Birthdays

 

Birthdays are yearly, a reminder of age

 

as we move through this life, turning the page

 

A method of marking, how long we've been here

 

in this universe, on this tiny sphere

 

 

 

Birthdays they come and also they go

 

What lies ahead, no one will know

 

The future is waiting, the past is the past

 

but the moment is here, let's make it last

 

 

The older we get, the more that we learn

 

Knowledge is free, respect you must earn

 

Experience the things that help us to grow

 

Live the life, the one that you know

 

 

And when it gets hard, it inevitably will

 

Suck it all up, enjoy the thrill

 

of making your way through this thing we call living

 

Kindness, compassion are what we are giving

 

 

 

Perception is all, your point of view

 

See it as bad, and it will be true

 

See it as a wonder, a thing to cherish

 

Things will be good, bad thoughts you will perish

 

 

For each second is precious, as it passes you by

 

never to return, so ask yourself why

 

you filled that brief moment, with unpleasant things

 

instead of the joy that happiness brings

 

 

Spend all of your moments in a happy state

 

A wonderful life is yours to create

 

Forget about worry, shame or fear

 

It's all about joy, let's be quite clear

 

 

 

My message is simple, seek out the good

 

Then your life will be as it should

 

Birthdays are markers, a measure of time

 

Oh look, here's mine, I'm fifty nine!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

yet another, where are they coming from?

 

 

 

Food

 

Beef is the king

for carniverous beasts

hunting parties

and three day feasts

 

Lamb is so greasy

with mint its sublime

young is the tender

too tough in his prime

 

Chicken is meat

or it appears to be

who knows what you'll find

in KFC

 

Pasta is healthy

have I got that right?

Pile on the carbs

to add to your plight

 

Beans are so cool

in tomato sauce

rope in the steers

jump on your horse

 

Spaghetti is long

and basically thin

maybe that's why

it runs down your chin

 

Sausages are filled

with parts of a hog

or maybe it could be

the inners of frog

 

Pies are so tasty

with crusts that do crumble

just thinking about it

makes my tummy rumble

 

Cake is for parties

at least so I'm told

with candles to show

how many years old

 

Pork is quite crispy

yet easy to spoil

those that don't eat it

have all of the oil

 

Bread is the source

of roughage for most

baked, sliced and packed

or turned into toast

 

Cheese is a favourite

for European taste

curdling milk

turned into a paste

 

Vegetables vary

in colour and size

plant some seedlings

watch them rise

 

Butter is heaven

a dairy type spread

great for cooking

or covering bread

 

All these things

the tastes and the twangs

let's not forget ice cream

and lemon marangs

 

 

 

 

I've got poets block, can someone help me out? 

 

There was a POTY named SiPi, 

Who hails from Wongchumpu, 

........... 

Just now, sipi said:

I've got poets block, and I can someone help me out? 

 

There was a POTY named SiPi, 

Who hails from Wongchumpu, 

........... 

There was a POTY named SiPi, 

Who hails from Wongchumpu, 

Thanks to the POTY

He had very little to do .....

Poetry lessons to those in need,

Free too, a gift indeed!

I was going to hang up my quill, but thanks to that epic post by Nyezhov, I shall persevere ........

It's POTY time  again,

That wonderful annual show

and who will win I hear you ask?

It has to be GERONIMO

1 minute ago, geronimo said:

gallop, gallop ........

 

Birthdays

 

Birthdays are yearly, a reminder of age

 

as we move through this life, turning the page

 

A method of marking, how long we've been here

 

in this universe, on this tiny sphere

 

 

 

Birthdays they come and also they go

 

What lies ahead, no one will know

 

The future is waiting, the past is the past

 

but the moment is here, let's make it last

 

 

The older we get, the more that we learn

 

Knowledge is free, respect you must earn

 

Experience the things that help us to grow

 

Live the life, the one that you know

 

 

And when it gets hard, it inevitably will

 

Suck it all up, enjoy the thrill

 

of making your way through this thing we call living

 

Kindness, compassion are what we are giving

 

 

 

Perception is all, your point of view

 

See it as bad, and it will be true

 

See it as a wonder, a thing to cherish

 

Things will be good, bad thoughts you will perish

 

 

For each second is precious, as it passes you by

 

never to return, so ask yourself why

 

you filled that brief moment, with unpleasant things

 

instead of the joy that happiness brings

 

 

Spend all of your moments in a happy state

 

A wonderful life is yours to create

 

Forget about worry, shame or fear

 

It's all about joy, let's be quite clear

 

 

 

My message is simple, seek out the good

 

Then your life will be as it should

 

Birthdays are markers, a measure of time

 

Oh look, here's mine, I'm fifty nine!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Trite and maudlin, you are not Soselo.

 

Here, follow along.

 

The Ballad of Chang

 

Its cold in Blighty

My mates are flighty,

and the baht has beat my quid.

My singlets schmeared

with last nights beer,

and Pim is having my kid.

Oy! So here I sit

In Pattaya sh*t

while Arsenal loses again.

But Chang is cheap,

no need to weep,

I only need my beer!

It seems I am not alone,

in my poetic skill

even Nyezhov

picks up a quill

Actually, POTY means Poet of the Year ................   

I'm off to watch the wife grout some tiles. It will be less painful. 

2 minutes ago, sipi said:

I'm off to watch the wife grout some tiles. It will be less painful. 

it's less painful to grout tiles

than to experience piles ......

4 hours ago, sipi said:

I couldn't find a photo of a naked Japanese lady so here is a photo of the missus tiling the garage floor just now while I have a beer. 

 

You got a worker....just like mine !   looks like she's doing the grouting .

Keep posting,  we need more likes !     DON'T VOTE FOR SIPI