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Is Poetry a Dead Art? (Part 3)
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belly button
18-11-2012
Originally Posted by vosne:
“Quality tab that was too. I'm elevated.”

Time to write another one then while you are on a roll (up)
vosne
18-11-2012
Originally Posted by belly button:
“Time to write another one then while you are on a roll (up) ”

Oooft, that's a presumptuous drain on the creative urge.

*thinks*
vosne
18-11-2012
I'm really a bit cold,

Like a plank draped in mould,

I don't want to be rude,

Happily I don't presently have wo.....*stops there*
mr. mustard
18-11-2012
Originally Posted by belly button:
“Blow them with smoke
Sing of a fire
The Fellowship of Gandalf
And Hobbits of the Shire”

I love this one BB Your litany of rings is beautiful and the Tolkien references made it even better I believe the ancients built stone circles in tribute to the sun, moon and the cycle of the seasons. Never-ending wheels, all of them.

Another strange thread moment - BB's poem chimes with the new one I'm posting later on

Originally Posted by vosne:
“As my spirits vaguely sag,

I rummage in me bag”

Very Pam Ayres that, Vosne
vosne
18-11-2012
Quote:
“....Very Pam Ayres that, Vosne......”


Well that's me retired then.
mr. mustard
18-11-2012
Originally Posted by vosne:
“Well that's me retired then. ”

Course not
vosne
18-11-2012
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“Course not ”

It 'king is if my jottings are being compared to Ms Ayres *spank!*
Biz
18-11-2012
"The windmills of your mind" BB. You should contribute more often.

What was in that tab Vosne?

Good morning Musty.

Three cheers for insomniacs. \0/ \0/ \0/ Hope you all got some sleep eventually.
belly button
18-11-2012
Morning all
Thanks as always Biz and Musty. Looking forward to reading your new 'Chime' poem Mr Coleman



Hairy Horrors

Standstill,
watch the crack on the floor
A spider lives in it
It's a house with no door
That's why they surprise you
You don't hear the creak
Of the opening entrance
They don't often squeak
See the first leg
Bending over the ledge
Seven more will follow
This creepy knife edge
Now comes the head
It's eyes on a stalk
It's got your card numbered
Those eyes of a hawk
Don't back to the corner
You'll never be free
Of the hairy arachnoid
And it's family of three
belly button
18-11-2012
How ?

Why don't Bluebells tinkle
Why don't Buttercups melt
How does grass grow greener
How can iron be smelt
Are all the lovers leaping
Are the birds all really South
Do the willows now cry weeping
Do the thatchers roof a mouth
Can a heart be broken
Can the air be still
What words cannot be spoken
What looks can really kill
Biz
18-11-2012
Originally Posted by belly button:
“
Hairy Horrors
”

Groan. I see them scuttle across the floor out of the corner of my eye, but they are so quick to disappear under the edge of carpets etc.

Occasionally I manage to pick one up and throw it out of the window, but it probably scuttles to an air brick and lets itself in again.

Originally Posted by belly button:
“How ?
”

So many questions, but I'm not able to explain because it's Sunday, my day of rest.
mr. mustard
18-11-2012
Originally Posted by vosne:
“It 'king is if my jottings are being compared to Ms Ayres *spank!* ”

But Pam's brilliant and one of my favourite poets

Originally Posted by Biz:
“Good morning Musty. ”

Hi Biz, how are you?
Originally Posted by belly button:
“Thanks as always Biz and Musty. Looking forward to reading your new 'Chime' poem Mr Coleman

Hairy Horrors

How ?”

Morning BB - I'm posting it shortly, as soon as I've had a coffee

The two poems you posted show great diversity and both hit home with me. Hairy Horrors gave me the shivers, as I can't stand spiders. I imagined giant horror film versions from the scene you described - the poem has a relentless pace too. How? Is really beautiful with a gentle questioning tone. Thanks for contributing to the thread again BB
mr. mustard
18-11-2012
Crop Circle Hoaxing

Two Wiltshire folklore pupils
Made circles where they chose,
It takes a lack of scruples
To waste the time of those
With faith in UFOs.

The older one was Tony,
A grey-haired sceptic who
Deemed poltergeist clues phoney,
Loch Ness reports untrue
And close encounters too.

Young Joe his chum, long-fattened
On cider used to sing
As joyfully they flattened
Crops down into a ring,
Yes, Joe enjoyed the sting.

In their local The Dragon
Run by old Nobby Parnes
Plans came with every flagon,
So after ale and yarns
They drove to Alton Barnes.

Past midnight set to harm land
Bright torches shone at one,
An outline in the farmland
By half past two was done,
Both hoped their work would stun.

These hoaxers in the grey light
Of dawn returned to see
If any in the daylight
Mistook a forgery
For space reality.

'Someone's been 'ere before us!'
Cried Tony who'd forgot
Some things are meant to awe us,
To change a Wiltshire spot
The night had left a lot:

Like that Led Zeppelin cover,
An imprint unsurpassed
Quite unlike any other
Lay intricate and vast,
A crushed gold cornfield blast.

As Tony knelt down humbled
He wondered at each track
In shock and young Joe mumbled
'I need some Scrumpy Jack',
Their open minds were back.

Such forms can be derided
And hoaxes increase mirth,
While I stay undecided
On visitors to Earth,
To ponder has great worth.


©
belly button
18-11-2012
Originally Posted by Biz:
“Groan. I see them scuttle across the floor out of the corner of my eye, but they are so quick to disappear under the edge of carpets etc.

Occasionally I manage to pick one up and throw it out of the window, but it probably scuttles to an air brick and lets itself in again.



So many questions, but I'm not able to explain because it's Sunday, my day of rest. ”

I'll wait until tomorrow then for your answers

Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“Crop Circle Hoaxing

Two Wiltshire folklore pupils
Made circles where they chose,
It takes a lack of scruples
To waste the time of those
With faith in UFOs.


©”


I love how the fifth line resonates the others in this story.
What a pity they turned out to be a Hoax
Biz
18-11-2012
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“
Hi Biz, how are you?
”

I'm very well thank you Musty and I hope you are too.

Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“Crop Circle Hoaxing

©”

I'm pondering.
Biz
18-11-2012
Originally Posted by belly button:
“I'll wait until tomorrow then for your answers
”

Oh dear! You know me too well.
mr. mustard
18-11-2012
Originally Posted by belly button:
“I love how the fifth line resonates the others in this story.
What a pity they turned out to be a Hoax ”

Thanks BB - the crop circle at the end of the poem is left open to interpretation. Some are so big it's hard to believe they're man-made

Originally Posted by Biz:
“I'm pondering. ”

That's the main thing Here's that marvellous Zep album cover

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Led_Zeppelin_Remasters
Biz
18-11-2012
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“
That's the main thing Here's that marvellous Zep album cover

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Led_Zeppelin_Remasters”

Wow! That's quite a work of art.
mr. mustard
18-11-2012
Originally Posted by Biz:
“Wow! That's quite a work of art.”

It's a real pattern and was situated in Wiltshire's Alton Barnes Biz - which must have lodged in my memory for the poem
mr. mustard
19-11-2012
The Green Hills of our Fathers

Near green hills of our fathers
Is where I want to lay,
To feminine grass features
Of peace I often stray.

I love the lonely temples,
To find a lost one's best,
A silent place of worship
Forgotten by the rest.

My journeys pass with music,
Marc Bolan helps the ride,
Some elfin mystic swansongs
Make time and mileage glide.

Why don't you come and join me?
Let modern problems stall,
The green hills of our fathers
Are waiting for us all.


©
Biz
19-11-2012
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“The Green Hills of our Fathers

©”

Oh yes! "Green Hills of England". I can remember the hymn on the subject from schooldays, and after reading your poem my mind's eye has taken me there.

Are you also thinking of the small hills of feminine features, shown on television recently?
mr. mustard
19-11-2012
Originally Posted by Biz:
“Are you also thinking of the small hills of feminine features, shown on television recently?”

No Biz, rather the natural ones that the ancients venerated. The hills of Sleeping Beauty on the Isle of Lewis look just like a reclining woman. Avebury is surrounded by gracefully curving Marlborough Down slopes - the list is very long. Such natural female landscapes were echoed by the building of longbarrows and various mounds etc.

Sadly, the Romans helped to erase the feminine tradition by placing straight roads and rectangles everywhere.

Green Hills of England rings a bell
Biz
19-11-2012
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“No Biz, rather the natural ones that the ancients venerated. The hills of Sleeping Beauty on the Isle of Lewis look just like a reclining woman. Avebury is surrounded by gracefully curving Marlborough Down slopes - the list is very long. Such natural female landscapes were echoed by the building of longbarrows and various mounds etc.

Sadly, the Romans helped to erase the feminine tradition by placing straight roads and rectangles everywhere.
”

I only added the last paragraph as an afterthought. I should have realized, knowing your extensive knowledge of our history and countryside.
mr. mustard
19-11-2012
Originally Posted by Biz:
“I only added the last paragraph as an afterthought. I should have realized, knowing your extensive knowledge of our history and countryside. ”

I do go on a bit By the way, what were those hills on TV Biz? I'm intrigued now
shhhhh
19-11-2012
edit, second thoughts.
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