Brilliant write Jibberish - this is full of such pleasant and vivid memories that I reckon it'll resonate strongly with most readers. A very clever poem.

Welcome to the thread BTW

Pause for thought

Stop, stop the traffic,
Leave the wheel and flee,
Although the car may get you far
A walk makes people free.
Turn off dull mobiles,
Chat is not a need,
From John o' Groats to Land's End quotes
Seem meaningless indeed.
When cities trap you
Please stop and surmise;
All those who think and love to drink
From Nature's cup are wise.


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You've taken us right into the mind of an old soldier, archiver. So sad. The older I get the more I'm disturbed by the inhumanity of wars. I suppose they'll be with us to the end of time............doesn't do to dwell too much.

Time to get out into the solace of the countryside.




How true.

Thank you so much for those kind words Musty.


I look forward to those. I really enjoyed 'Pause for thought' and agree with it completely.

jibberish - 'Do You' had me smiling from the second line. Thank you and welcome to the thread.

Thanks for the welcome, and of course the compliments. Only just discovered DS, unlike you guys having posted in the thousands. ...wow.

Needless to say, my then 3 year old son was, and still is a total inspiration to me. He made me smile and write stuff back in 2006, when I was a single Dad - I needed to pass my time whilst he was dreaming upstairs. I wrote a lot of words for other similar situation parents on a single- parents forum which was a comfort for all, but now form lovely memories for myself.

What inspires you guys? Your words and prose are tickling the corner of my mind again.

Go for it Biz

Thanks Archiver

I guessed the poem was about your son Jibberish

As for inspiration, the list of mine is very long and includes:

Prehistory
History
Music and films
Nature
Sci-Fi
Artists
War
Human emotions
Society today

To be Frank ( who often posts here ) I could just write poetry about prehistoric sites. Surviving British monuments are almost endless in number and what the ancients achieved is my biggest inspiration in life, not just poetry. But too many odes on one subject would get boring eventually

Blinding stuff Musty, love the environmental message.

Very interesting and educational. I usually look them up online.

Thanks Troy Of course it's a losing battle for those who want a cleaner, less urban world - but there are plenty of places to escape to.

Nice one Biz

Hello there, glad to meet you today
This is my house that's for sale
Now if you'll just mind stepping this way
I'll endeavour to be of avail

So the hallway, with on the left here
The place where we cooked all our meals
A fridge big enough for the beers
And a clock that shows time doesn't heal

To the lounge where you'll see an armchair
Where she sat in the evening with me
There's a picture of us over there
A portrait of how things used to be

Here's the bedroom where we used to lay
Where we'd hold and just love here as one
At a time with no end to our days
Now it's cold and my heart weighs a ton

Lastly here at the end is the nursery
Perfect for a young couple to start
How I think that she left without mercy
With her baggage, our son, and my heart

A sad poem but nevertheless it spoke volumes....

If you wrote it, and it is true, then you should send it to her.

I do agree. Such a cruel, heartless thing to do, but sadly increasingly common these days it seems - that and changing the locks.................

Showers of cold rain
Chill the going out today,
Nature wipes her face.

A really touching poem Johnny

I enjoyed this Frank I don't know much about haikus. I thought I read somewhere that they had to be seventeen words long but I've seen several without that amount.

the ordinary greyness

I want to meet the grey less,
A comfort zone that climbs,
The ordinary greyness
Of ordinary times.

It's hard to move or yank it
Off easily, beware:
It's like a warming blanket
Of which you're unaware.

The stunting of each vision
And magic's guiding hand
Replaced by the decision
To be completely bland.

The ordinary greyness,
Most seem to let it in
But I won't let the grey mess
That's ordinary win.


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13 words are allowed on the 13th I think.

'the ordinary greyness' reminded me of a poetry group run by a dear friend. Blandland poets. He knew that sentiment well.


1 HR.

Let us not pray.
Too brief this day
to worship such lies
with closed eyes.

No lying prostrate
can alter our fate.
No Mass celebration
or truth divination
can conjure new trees
where we now grow peas.

No angel of mercy
to save the thirsty.
No second coming.
Just mind numbing
vastness of space
and one human race.

Your Bit.

Do your bit for the universe.
Shake off this God curse.
Maybe then we'll meet the rest
and know the universal quest.

Still they wait all tuning in.
Exacerbatingly our sin
is thinking that we're oh so bad.
It often makes them quite sad.

The quantum leaps just up the road.
Like phantom peeps they then implode
and all that matters is a song
about a place we once belong.

I LOVE this

I'll try a drunken haiku type thing - not a real one like yours.

Child wears her weariness

Stubbornly.

Big child now but still she

Curls herself on my lap

And catlike

Needs to be stroked.

OMG no way!

I'm glad I read this thread (haven't read it for yonks) as this news totally escaped my attention.

I listened to his radio show almost every night for about 2 years, then I stopped listening when he got moved to the earlier shift and replaced by that daft Kath Melandri, and then I tuned in a couple of times a fortnight over this past year when he got put back on the night shift. Haven't tuned in since Christmas but feckin' hell, that's a shock!

I used to chat to him all the time on the email, he even sent me an address once and asked if I'd send him a Maceo Parker bootleg that I had.

What a total shock.

Thanks for the haiku info Archiver The ordinary greyness was another poem indirectly inspired by the writer Colin Wilson. A lot of his books deal with our everyday consciousness and how we can easily become 'robotic'.

I enyoyed 1 HR - does that mean one hour? Your Bit is a fascinating piece and seems to be partly about aliens.

Nice one Rhumba

I didn't understand this one Mark.

I was shocked too Bedlem I remember Big George's shows well.

Terrible eh? I know he had a bad heart and previously had a heart attack but it goes without saying how terribly sad the news is.

Sorry for that little derail, had to express my shock though.

No problem Things that happen in the daily round of news crop up quite often here Bedlem. RIP Big George

Cape Jealous

Cape Jealous the clifftop location,
The wealthy resort with a span
Of sea for a summer vacation
Where she lived ten years with her man.

Her husband began so committed
And she always loved him and cared,
One disc they played most as it fitted;
The Windmills Of Your Mind they shared.

Cape Jealous for those prone to settle,
Cape Jealous to wipe away tears
From people who just want to get all
The best out of middle-aged years.

But that married moment she dreaded
Occurred as a new autumn neared,
She learned of the woman he'd bedded;
Lipstick on his collar was smeared.

It wasn't a case of responding
In anger, yet with the act done
The shock of his secretive bonding
Forced her to obtain a small gun.

She waited for his return one day,
The weapon concealed in a drawer,
This story could only go one way,
She didn't need lies any more.

She washed her hair and made a turban,
The towel tightly tied, in a trice
He came home and noticed a bourbon
She'd left for him sparkling with ice.

Although you may well not believe it
She couldn't be bothered to say
'Goodbye' so she let him receive it:
The bullet that blew him away.

It seemed like a B-movie drama
But here no film matinée showed,
The lounge had a new panorama,
Dark blood on the carpet that flowed.

She waited till sirens came blaring,
Discarded, the gun lay at rest,
Beyond any love now or caring
She happily faced her arrest.

Each secret's a risk when you're married
And though affairs leave you fulfilled,
Cape Jealous reveals how one carried
A woman along till she killed.


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Glad you enjoyed them Musty.

1 HR references the last line. One Human Race (for best results it should be read with the voice of Springfield's Reverend Lovejoy. Particularly; "closed" should be pronounced "close ed"). The aliens in Your Bit had decided that we should only be contacted when we have shaken off our silly religions...

The lipstick on his collar in Cape Jealous reminded me of the Connie Francis song. Took me way back that did. Thanks. Another great write.