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Old 10-11-2012, 10:33
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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. \0/ \0/
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Blinding stuff Musty.

Love the user names Mrs Teapot, Sandydune and Ovateenie
Thanks Troy 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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Old 10-11-2012, 10:34
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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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Old 10-11-2012, 13:26
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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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Old 10-11-2012, 14:56
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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!
Thanks DH 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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Old 10-11-2012, 17:00
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Wicker Man

Some doubt the Wicker Man.

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Well he definitely cropped up in Midsomer Murders. :
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Old 10-11-2012, 17:31
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Well he definitely cropped up in Midsomer Murders. :
Really Biz? I must have missed that episode, drat!

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
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.
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Old 10-11-2012, 19:39
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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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Old 10-11-2012, 19:43
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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.
Google's definitely a great tool Biz 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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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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I rather think the Old Religion is on a comeback

Excellent poem, Musty!
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Old 10-11-2012, 22:38
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I rather think the Old Religion is on a comeback

Excellent poem, Musty!
Ta Twass - the ancients knew a thing or two
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Old 11-11-2012, 20:58
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What Drives Maisie Crazy

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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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Who'd be a postie...........not me.
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Old 12-11-2012, 19:02
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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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Old 13-11-2012, 02:38
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One such, I revere, a true darling,
for Grace Darling was her name.
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 - 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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Old 13-11-2012, 15:38
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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 -
Has your poetry writing expanded your knowledge Musty? You sometimes seem like an encyclopaedia.

........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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Old 13-11-2012, 16:02
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Has your poetry writing expanded your knowledge Musty? You sometimes seem like an encyclopaedia.
In some ways it has Biz. I always use books I've read for research if poems need it. If I lack the right book Wiki is an excellent Plan B. It's a world of information on there. The Mars poem needed some details - now I know the atmosphere's carbon dioxide up there

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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Old 13-11-2012, 16:04
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I'm sure I've read a Grace Darling poem on here before. Was it yours Frank?
It was mine
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Old 13-11-2012, 16:51
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I had a feeling it was.
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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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Old 14-11-2012, 13:35
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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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Old 14-11-2012, 16:32
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He knew nothing of the Bosh nor they of him,
An unknowing and unknown warrior was Tim.
A lovely tribute Frank 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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Old 15-11-2012, 02:19
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Good tribute to Lowery Musty,

this one's a bit of a parody of Dylan, Thomas that is:
Cheers Frank 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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