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Is Poetry a Dead Art? (Part 3)
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mr. mustard
15-11-2012
Rose

Since every crippling setback
When pain ruled to the last
I've learned to put regret back,
I cannot change the past.

The patient left the carer
But Mum (or rather, Rose)
Although the laughs are rarer
It's not the end of those.

For good things that were in you
Are sure to carry on,
Your laughter will continue,
It stayed in me and John.

I bet the air turns blue now
At times with Dad and Bert
And when I think of you now
No longer do I hurt.

I've healed part of the sadness
And you're here though unseen
To help then smile with gladness
In gardens lush and green.


©
Biz
15-11-2012
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“Rose

©”

That's very touching Musty.
spiney2
15-11-2012
the other day upon the stair
i saw a man who wasnt there
a secret memory from - I muse -
forgotten childhood sex abuse.
mr. mustard
15-11-2012
Originally Posted by Biz:
“That's very touching Musty. ”

Thank you Biz It took nine months for a poem like that to arrive. Maybe it's a good sign that it finally has.
mr. mustard
15-11-2012
Originally Posted by spiney2:
“the other day upon the stair
i saw a man who wasnt there
a secret memory from - I muse -
forgotten childhood sex abuse.”

Short, disturbing and thought-provoking Spiney - all a good poem needs to be.
mr. mustard
15-11-2012
Gifts for Artists

Lay northern clogs on Lowry’s grave,
His life deserves the honour,
For Michelangelo who gave
So much, a stone Madonna,
For Edgar Allen Poe be brave,
At night, place belladonna.

For Toulouse just a lock of hair
From some stage girl or other,
A lamp for Blake and for John Clare
A peasant's coat to cover
And long letters for Baudelaire
Penned by a worshipped lover.

Spread leaves from near the sunlit hills
Where Vincent now reposes,
For Oscar Wilde bring unused quills
But nothing old of Bosie's,
For William Wordsworth, daffodils,
For Holbein, Tudor roses.

At every artist's tomb let’s look
Then leave a gift tomorrow,
For Betjeman a quaint guide-book,
For Holman Hunt we'll borrow
A Bible and for Rupert Brooke
Some poppies grown in sorrow.


©
sandydune
15-11-2012
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“Rose

II've healed part of the sadness
And you're here though unseen
To help then smile with gladness
In gardens lush and green.


©”

lovely
mr. mustard
15-11-2012
Originally Posted by sandydune:
“lovely”

Thanks Sandy
Noe Soap
15-11-2012
For Musty (on a turned over page)
The villanelle parody was based on probably the most famous one, it can be easily found on the net, it starts:
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light ... etc. (not allowed to reproduce it).
Only my opinion, his Under Milk Wood is the best thing written.
I say to all read some Dylan Thomas, especially aloud in appropriate accents, his was posh. Frank
mr. mustard
15-11-2012
Originally Posted by Noe Soap:
“For Musty (on a turned over page)
The villanelle parody was based on probably the most famous one, it can be easily found on the net, it starts:

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;”

Thanks Frank Yeah, that's the only piece of Dylan Thomas's work I know, I think it was written about his dying father. He's definitely a poet I must check out soon.
Biz
16-11-2012
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“Thank you Biz It took nine months for a poem like that to arrive. Maybe it's a good sign that it finally has.”

The closer you've been, the longer it takes. Any mother would love to have that poem written about her.

Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“Gifts for Artists

©”

Wow! You've got your work cut out there Musty - better get started.
mr. mustard
16-11-2012
Originally Posted by Biz:
“Any mother would love to have that poem written about her. ”

Those words mean a lot to me Biz, thank you
mr. mustard
17-11-2012
Discussion at the British Museum

They met at the British Museum
While tourists were milling around,
They'd talk in a rich mausoleum,
While hoping for some common ground.

Now Albert was rather pragmatic,
Though certain of logic, it's safe
To say he was never dogmatic
But had many doubts about faith.

While Christopher could see his viewpoint,
Religion he felt was The Light;
These two pressing each old and new point
Would usually mean a long night.

They strolled past exhibits that kindled
The wonder old Egypt imposed,
By evening most tourists had dwindled,
So Albert's first question he posed:

‘What makes belief constantly seize us?
Please answer me Christopher why
Have you such a firm trust in Jesus
And his Father up in the sky?'

'Dear Albert, there isn't a riddle
Or mystical key to be turned,
You simply can't stay in the middle
As all true believers have learned.'

'But Satan and cherubs - come off it!
And what can a miracle be?
For how does a frail human prophet
Part waves in the mighty Red Sea?'

'I take it you mean our friend Moses?
The truth is he actually did
But Albert just glance at the roses;
No miracle God ever hid.

'This part is the heart of our schism,
All Nature's a logical fact -
The rainbow is merely a prism,
Not some odd celestial act.'

'Though molecules have been discovered'
Said Christopher making things clear,
'What microscope lenses uncovered
Are only what He moulded here.'

'While I respect your metaphysics'
Replied Albert, ‘Doctors have proved
With certainty from better physics
Dead Lazarus couldn't have moved.'

'He rose and the loaves and the fishes
Our Lord gladly turned into more,
Dear Albert these aren't silly wishes,
There really are angels that soar.'

Not one angry word was imparted,
While through the museum they walked
On Darwin and Judas they started,
What joy as both pleasantly talked.

Their long discourse stopped at eleven,
They shook hands and went on their way;
St Christopher flew off to Heaven
And Einstein's ghost faded away.


©
kate36
17-11-2012
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“Discussion at the British Museum

They met at the British Museum
While tourists were milling around,
They'd talk in a rich mausoleum,
While hoping for some common ground.

Now Albert was rather pragmatic,
Though certain of logic, it's safe
To say he was never dogmatic
But had many doubts about faith.

While Christopher could see his viewpoint,
Religion he felt was The Light;
These two pressing each old and new point
Would usually mean a long night.

They strolled past exhibits that kindled
The wonder old Egypt imposed,
By evening most tourists had dwindled,
So Albert's first question he posed:

‘What makes belief constantly seize us?
Please answer me Christopher why
Have you such a firm trust in Jesus
And his Father up in the sky?'

'Dear Albert, there isn't a riddle
Or mystical key to be turned,
You simply can't stay in the middle
As all true believers have learned.'

'But Satan and cherubs - come off it!
And what can a miracle be?
For how does a frail human prophet
Part waves in the mighty Red Sea?'

'I take it you mean our friend Moses?
The truth is he actually did
But Albert just glance at the roses;
No miracle God ever hid.

'This part is the heart of our schism,
All Nature's a logical fact -
The rainbow is merely a prism,
Not some odd celestial act.'

'Though molecules have been discovered'
Said Christopher making things clear,
'What microscope lenses uncovered
Are only what He moulded here.'

'While I respect your metaphysics'
Replied Albert, ‘Doctors have proved
With certainty from better physics
Dead Lazarus couldn't have moved.'

'He rose and the loaves and the fishes
Our Lord gladly turned into more,
Dear Albert these aren't silly wishes,
There really are angels that soar.'

Not one angry word was imparted,
While through the museum they walked
On Darwin and Judas they started,
What joy as both pleasantly talked.

Their long discourse stopped at eleven,
They shook hands and went on their way;
St Christopher flew off to Heaven
And Einstein's ghost faded away.


©”


love it!!
Biz
17-11-2012
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“Discussion at the British Museum


St Christopher flew off to Heaven
And Einstein's ghost faded away.


©”

Brilliant and a great ending. I take it this is a new one as it isn't in the first volume - but it's a cert. for the second one.

Hello Kate, it's lovely to see visitors not just reading, but commenting too.
mr. mustard
17-11-2012
Originally Posted by kate36:
“love it!!”

Thanks Kate and welcome to the thread

Originally Posted by Biz:
“Brilliant and a great ending. I take it this is a new one as it isn't in the first volume - but it's a cert. for the second one. ”

Ta Biz It's actually a very old poem - you've probably forgotten it among the many others here But you're right, it's going into volume two Biz. I'm correcting and polishing up lots of past efforts at the moment.
Biz
17-11-2012
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“
Ta Biz It's actually a very old poem - you've probably forgotten it among the many others here But you're right, it's going into volume two Biz. I'm correcting and polishing up lots of past efforts at the moment.”

Oooops! Sorry. I know I couldn't expect to remember them all, but I'm surprised I had forgotten that one. Still I suppose it depends what else was going on in my life at the time.
mr. mustard
17-11-2012
Originally Posted by Biz:
“Oooops! Sorry. I know I couldn't expect to remember them all, but I'm surprised I had forgotten that one.”

It was from a long time ago Even after volume 2 I'll still have well over seven hundred poems to cherry-pick from. The running order's already been decided on by the way
Biz
17-11-2012
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“It was from a long time ago Even after volume 2 I'll still have well over seven hundred poems to cherry-pick from. The running order's already been decided on by the way ”

Excellent! The third, fourth, fifth etc. will be appearing in quick succession.
mr. mustard
17-11-2012
Originally Posted by Biz:
“Excellent! The third, fourth, fifth etc. will be appearing in quick succession. ”

One thing I can tell you Biz - the next book's going to be much bigger with more poems. I'm keeping it the same price too

I'm also going all out on the publishing house front, despite rumours on DS that I'm only taking an internet short cut
Biz
17-11-2012
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“One thing I can tell you Biz - the next book's going to be much bigger with more poems. I'm keeping it the same price too

I'm also going all out on the publishing house front, despite rumours on DS that I'm only taking an internet short cut ”

Sounds good. Some people are only worth ignoring.
belly button
17-11-2012
Ring Masters

See that rings are around us
Ageing trees with their bands
Enclosers of planets
Third finger left hands
Alerter of calls
And alarmers of time
Masters of circus
Bell pullers of chime
Giver of halos
Words that sound true
Pockets full of posies
Hoops to jump through
Blow them with smoke
Sing of a fire
The Fellowship of Gandalf
And Hobbits of the Shire
The circles surround us
They fill us with sound
Geometry and motion
Spinning all around.
vosne
17-11-2012
As my spirits vaguely sag,

I rummage in me bag,

Glee is in touch,

I'm gonna have a fag.
belly button
18-11-2012
Originally Posted by vosne:
“As my spirits vaguely sag,

I rummage in me bag,

Glee is in touch,

I'm gonna have a fag. ”


vosne
18-11-2012
Originally Posted by belly button:
“ ”

Quality tab that was too. I'm elevated.
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