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Wow! What a lovely surprise to see you all. You really should all pop in more often. The more the merrier.
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Blinding stuff Musty.
Love the user names Mrs Teapot, Sandydune and Ovateenie Clowns used to scare me as a kid, in fact I found circuses to be very unsettling places ![]() Great names those - I saw a Mr Teacake post the other day
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Wicker Man
Before the Christian Bible, Before Islam's Koran Believers who were tribal Built me, the Wicker Man. From Gaul to the Euphrates, Beyond the great Dead Sea, You'll find assorted deities But none are quite like me. I loomed, a strange production, A giant built with wood And after my construction Like Gulliver I stood. I watched as sunsets glittered And though without real eyes I saw a landscape littered By guarded forts that rise. Their harvest crop succeeded And rarely withered dry But when it did they needed A sacrifice to die. And as the right time beckoned Each chosen one was led To me where Druids reckoned The corn god should be fed. What started with a flicker Soon roared and burned my seams, While from the blackened wicker Came awful shrieks and screams. I fell and my ash scattered, Smoke rose to cheers and trust, The dead who really mattered Were turned to pagan dust. My presence Rome reported Yet no dig ever can Prove myths they once imported: Some doubt the Wicker Man. © |
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Congratulations Musty on your first publication, best of luck with your second.
Really liked the Circus poem, really dark and James Herbert like! So this is what you have been up to since you stopped watching Emmerdale! ![]() You haven't said what your first book is called, how can we buy it and support you if we don't know!
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Congratulations Musty on your first publication, best of luck with your second.
Really liked the Circus poem, really dark and James Herbert like! I used to love James Herbert - his novels The Rats and The Fog are horror classics ![]() A PM on the book is pending
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Wicker Man
Some doubt the Wicker Man. © :
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Well he definitely cropped up in Midsomer Murders.
:![]() I hope Time Team were informed
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Really Biz? I must have missed that episode, drat!
![]() I hope Time Team were informed ![]()
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What Drives Maisie Crazy
Great Dane and Weimerana, With them she can’t compete But praise she’ll often garner, For Maisie’s small and sweet. Yet our dog sees the red mist If postmen walk the path; They’re on her own ‘drop dead’ list And stoke her canine wrath. They don’t shout or throw packets, What then irks Maisie so? Perhaps their vivid jackets, Bright orange and aglow. What’s baffling us the most is Her preference and that’s More need to threaten posties Than piddle or chase cats. It’s not that we’re her betters But if she got her way There’d be no cards and letters Or bills we have to pay. There’s also walkies trouble; Each mailmen on a bike Hears barking volume double, A missile primed to strike. I wish she’d switch the cause off, Not growl and then advance, I’m sure she’d have their balls off If given half a chance. Though our pet isn’t crazy, Near postmen she’s not tame, So we’ll train little Maisie And love her just the same. © |
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Hahaha. Actually, it was his wife, the Wicker Woman, but guess what there was a priest inside. It was a long time ago, so after I posted I Googled - wonderful invention.
![]() I love the old village charm of Midsomer, the pubs look brilliant too
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Traces of Faith
Christians tried adapting pagan faith till it was slain, When they couldn’t crush it they hoped this would make it wane. They adapted Eostre, Saxon goddess of the spring, Turned her into Easter where rebirth is everything. Ignorantly shunned and named ‘the people of the heath’, Labelling the heathens for a countryside belief. Jesus wasn’t born on cold December twenty-fifth, Fear of winter solstice made them date the festive myth. Fluid in the mistletoe for prehistoric bliss, Druids lost the berry to a silly little kiss. Samhain gave us Halloween and Beltane led to how May Day was created, all the past is present now. Christians thought adaption of the old religion deft But it failed completely for the ancients never left. © |
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Christians tried adapting pagan faith till it was slain, When they couldn’t crush it they hoped this would make it wane. They adapted Eostre, Saxon goddess of the spring, Turned her into Easter where rebirth is everything. Ignorantly shunned and named ‘the people of the heath’, Labelling the heathens for a countryside belief. Jesus wasn’t born on cold December twenty-fifth, Fear of winter solstice made them date the festive myth. Fluid in the mistletoe for prehistoric bliss, Druids lost the berry to a silly little kiss. Samhain gave us Halloween and Beltane led to how May Day was created, all the past is present now. Christians thought adaption of the old religion deft But it failed completely for the ancients never left. © ![]() Excellent poem, Musty!
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I rather think the Old Religion is on a comeback
![]() Excellent poem, Musty! ![]()
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What Drives Maisie Crazy
.................. Yet our dog sees the red mist If postmen walk the path; Each mailmen on a bike Hears barking volume double, A missile primed to strike. ©
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Grace Darling: a famous name and heroine.
I have always been partial to heroines, hooked on tales of their heroics a good legal high. Like other famous names, my choice indulgence to consume a whole box of chocs to devour, invariably only near Christmas. As I would a wholesome story of a spirited hardy female soul. One such, I revere, a true darling, for Grace Darling was her name. She viewed much of her so short life from a great height for being home withal, within and without just her and her darling da in his and her lighthouses, looking out. Once at a window she glanced at the sea, and a vessel in peril Grace chanced to see. Girl and her father ventured forth, in storm and its lather their row boat left from the wharf. Carrying the one hope for real lives, down to this bravery who yet survives. Her action brought her a lasting fame, of a brief life as sadly death soon came. |
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One such, I revere, a true darling,
for Grace Darling was her name. I only found out about Grace from rock music after I'd left school - the Strawbs wrote an excellent song about her. Why didn't my school teach me about people like Grace Darling? In today's terms, she was a national superstar and the Victorians worshipped her. One way to make kids who are bored by history ( which I wasn't ) more interested is to add personal stories to the big economic and political ones. But that takes imagination. Thank god for the Strawbs. This rare video has an interview about Grace Darling with another hero of mine, the Strawbs' lead singer Dave Cousins - a true poet ![]() http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pIzx1...=results_video |
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A lovely tribute to a real heroine Frank. You conjured up the scenes of danger and her brave actions vividly.
I only found out about Grace from rock music after I'd left school - ![]() ........As well as music of course. I'm sure I've read a Grace Darling poem on here before. Was it yours Frank? |
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Has your poetry writing expanded your knowledge Musty? You sometimes seem like an encyclopaedia.
![]() ![]() That said, things of interest do tend to lodge in my mind. Grace Darling is a great name and that also helped her to stay around
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I'm sure I've read a Grace Darling poem on here before. Was it yours Frank?
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LS Lowry's bird's-eye views
LS Lowry's Chimney smoke, Where no sky is blue LS Lowry's Normal folk, Doing what they do. Factories that Tower tall, Northern, cold and grey Guarantee a Typical Humdrum English day. He showed routines That occurred, Streets packed full and bleak Where the busy Matchstick herd Worked five days a week. What good luck his Loneliness Helped him to portray Bird’s-eye views with Great success High above the fray. This ode’s glad to Thank a sheer Genius who saw Real people in Lancashire As they were before. © |
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An Unknown Warrior
Aspiring to be a worthy citizen of the country As he perceived he volunteered right readily, The young man signed his signature steadily; Fell in a ditch, his too early grave, facelessly, Features erased by high explosives of some Country he had not conceived of, nor hated. He knew nothing of the Bosh nor they of him, An unknowing and unknown warrior was Tim. |
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He knew nothing of the Bosh nor they of him,
An unknowing and unknown warrior was Tim. The First World War, unlike the Second had blurred motives. At least in 1939 the forces struggled for something vital - our very freedom. Giving your life is the greatest sacrifice and it was done then for the highest ideals. Compare that to today's pointless Afghanistan farce, what a waste of life
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Good tribute to Lowery Musty,
this one's a bit of a parody of Dylan, Thomas that is: Drop gently Drop eggs gently into the water hot the very foodstuff you wish to cook Boil, boil, for a boiled egg it's the only way Wise coooks know when an egg is not It's due time is in the cookery book Drop eggs gently into the water hot Boiled egg boilers will know the plot check the progress with a constant look Soft to hard processes as water's getting hot. |
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Good tribute to Lowery Musty,
this one's a bit of a parody of Dylan, Thomas that is: I can't really comment on your Dylan Thomas parody, as I only know one of his poems He's a writer I've never got into.
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