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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. © |
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the other day upon the stair
i saw a man who wasnt there a secret memory from - I muse - forgotten childhood sex abuse. |
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That's very touching Musty.
![]() It took nine months for a poem like that to arrive. Maybe it's a good sign that it finally has.
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the other day upon the stair
i saw a man who wasnt there a secret memory from - I muse - forgotten childhood sex abuse. |
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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. © |
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II've healed part of the sadness And you're here though unseen To help then smile with gladness In gardens lush and green. ©
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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 |
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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; 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.
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Thank you Biz
It took nine months for a poem like that to arrive. Maybe it's a good sign that it finally has.![]() Quote:
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Any mother would love to have that poem written about her.
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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. © |
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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!! ![]()
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Discussion at the British Museum
St Christopher flew off to Heaven And Einstein's ghost faded away. © ![]() Hello Kate, it's lovely to see visitors not just reading, but commenting too.
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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.
![]() 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.
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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.
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Oooops! Sorry. I know I couldn't expect to remember them all, but I'm surprised I had forgotten that one.
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
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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 ![]()
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Excellent! The third, fourth, fifth etc. will be appearing in quick succession.
![]() ![]() I'm also going all out on the publishing house front, despite rumours on DS that I'm only taking an internet short cut |
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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 Some people are only worth ignoring.
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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. |
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As my spirits vaguely sag,
I rummage in me bag, Glee is in touch, I'm gonna have a fag.
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As my spirits vaguely sag,
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Quality tab that was too. I'm elevated.
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