Queen Boudicca's calibre
Arthur's sword Excalibur
Poppies at the Cenotaph
Gandalf and his magic staff,
Melancholy verse by Keats
Triffids on deserted streets
Dramas known as kitchen sinks
Sunny singles by the Kinks,
Dreams that Millais left behind
Country lanes that tend to wind
Looming Stonehenge megaliths
Dover's line of chalky cliffs,
Betjeman and William Blake
Bluebird speeding on the lake
Alfred Hitchcock, Robin Hood
Roast beef next to Yorkshire pud,
Pots of tea for pick-me-ups
Non-league teams in FA Cups
Cornish bays with little boats
Kenneth Williams anecdotes,
Vintage cars that need a push
Lily Langtry and Kate Bush
Rambling in the Yorkshire Dales
Enid Blyton's Noddy tales,
Fish and chips and shepherd's pies
Eric Morecambe, Ernie Wise
Tommy Cooper's scarlet fez
Whistle Down The Wind and Kes,
Village taverns, Desperate Dan
Thomas Paine's The Rights of Man
Sunshine on the Pennines Way
Skies of unrelenting grey,
Alan Bennett, Morrissey
Weston-super-Mare by sea
Peter Pan, a bear named Pooh
And The Long Good Friday too,
Henry Tudor's lengthy reign
HG Wells and Michael Caine
Winston Churchill, Rubber Soul
English treasure makes me whole.
Did anyone catch Betjemanland on BBC 4 the other night? It was a marvellous jaunt around the places he loved and some he lived in, presented by AN Wilson. What a fierce campaigner John was for old buildings under the threat of the wrecking ball. He saved many
Music I see as one of life's greatest boons,
Could not imagine it without melodic tunes;
Listen to some as I write within its sweet,
Cocoons. Mozart's beautiful replete refrains
Reverberate in ears, delight for one's brains;
Stimulates like a baby's mother's heartbeat
And releases burdensomness of my chains.
Earlier today I heard of terrorisms in France
By people with no music or any wish to dance.
Frank
I hope you didn't get stuck in the train chaos over the holidays Sandy
Hi Musty, travelling was fine, no trains for me but the buses, that's another story, true, this time of year has distractions but there are good distractions also.:D
There is sweetness amongst the stars
glistening softly as then is now
time and truth said from before
has been shown with silence
because you heard a time ago
as I walk I hear your words
but they are untruth from you
until when understand it's worth
so be sweetness amongst the stars.
Wow
words on words become a problem
projectio as some would say
as those who live to fight with peace
as each and every day
long ago as was said
words will never hurt me
but you seem to bring
upon them back
somehow to reassert you
question why you do as such
because you know not why
but you are judged by such response
as silence then walks on by.
Comments
And many many thanks for everything you do for this exceptional part of DS.
Thank you Mr. Mustard
It's Musty Izzy - Mr Mustard is just too formal
Oops, Musty it is then
Happy New Year Musty:D
Thank you - Happy New Year to you too
ETA:- ok, here it is
New Year (written 31/12/2014) by IzzyS
New year -
new hopes,
new opportunities,
new experiences,
new motivation?.
New year,
new fears,
new mistakes.
New challenges,
new possibilities,
new chances
to seize the day,
will you take them?
This new upcoming year is
whatever you choose to make it.
Did you see such commotion?
Quite agree, commotion locomotion
A chilly morning. Soon be warm.
Feeling great. On top form.
Ice warning on the dash'.
Ages since my big crash.
Engine purring perfectly.
Tyres cold as cold can be.
Sliding as I pull away.
I could do this all day.
Gingerly around turn one.
Almost sideways. Too much fun.
Gently Bentley on the throttle.
Next lap? More bottle.
The feeling down the first straight.
Impossible to overstate
the thrill of driving very fast.
Machine and I, alone at last.
Other drivers turning up.
Practising for the cup.
All hoping for the win.
Suddenly I'm in a spin,
then drifting sideways in fresh snow.
Could be needing a tow.
Managing to get a grip.
Mainly thanks to Limited Slip
Differential rear wheel drive.
Happy to be alive.
Queen Boudicca's calibre
Arthur's sword Excalibur
Poppies at the Cenotaph
Gandalf and his magic staff,
Melancholy verse by Keats
Triffids on deserted streets
Dramas known as kitchen sinks
Sunny singles by the Kinks,
Dreams that Millais left behind
Country lanes that tend to wind
Looming Stonehenge megaliths
Dover's line of chalky cliffs,
Betjeman and William Blake
Bluebird speeding on the lake
Alfred Hitchcock, Robin Hood
Roast beef next to Yorkshire pud,
Pots of tea for pick-me-ups
Non-league teams in FA Cups
Cornish bays with little boats
Kenneth Williams anecdotes,
Vintage cars that need a push
Lily Langtry and Kate Bush
Rambling in the Yorkshire Dales
Enid Blyton's Noddy tales,
Fish and chips and shepherd's pies
Eric Morecambe, Ernie Wise
Tommy Cooper's scarlet fez
Whistle Down The Wind and Kes,
Village taverns, Desperate Dan
Thomas Paine's The Rights of Man
Sunshine on the Pennines Way
Skies of unrelenting grey,
Alan Bennett, Morrissey
Weston-super-Mare by sea
Peter Pan, a bear named Pooh
And The Long Good Friday too,
Henry Tudor's lengthy reign
HG Wells and Michael Caine
Winston Churchill, Rubber Soul
English treasure makes me whole.
©
'Carpe Diem', to quote Robin Williams in Dead Poets Society :kitty:
No eyes were ever greener,
Where realms of coral lie
I see you as Athena
And tempting Lorelei.
I'll make the sky a palace
And you can walk its floors,
Aurora Borealis:
The Northern Lights are yours.
O lady of the moonlight,
By you my heart is owned
Where dreams of love are noon-bright
And whispered names are moaned.
©
Music I see as one of life's greatest boons,
Could not imagine it without melodic tunes;
Listen to some as I write within its sweet,
Cocoons. Mozart's beautiful replete refrains
Reverberate in ears, delight for one's brains;
Stimulates like a baby's mother's heartbeat
And releases burdensomness of my chains.
Earlier today I heard of terrorisms in France
By people with no music or any wish to dance.
Frank
Just brilliant, that one.
There is sweetness amongst the stars
glistening softly as then is now
time and truth said from before
has been shown with silence
because you heard a time ago
as I walk I hear your words
but they are untruth from you
until when understand it's worth
so be sweetness amongst the stars.
Wow
words on words become a problem
projectio as some would say
as those who live to fight with peace
as each and every day
long ago as was said
words will never hurt me
but you seem to bring
upon them back
somehow to reassert you
question why you do as such
because you know not why
but you are judged by such response
as silence then walks on by.