Titanic Violin

Strings which sung
with songs serene
a violin hung around
one sturdy shoulder
that has been where
none would choose to
go or played on and
out in circumstances
colder.
Fretted as all such
instruments are and
like all the wretched
passengers and crews'
kin in mourning did;
this now awaits the
highest bid.
He'd held on with a
hand like a vice as
his ship was scuppered
by the dreadful ice.
Played at the last for
good and other folk
whose last suppers
rested uneasy on a
cold sea bed.

post-op

I've got some tender parts but in the end
The surgery resulted in success
And so my friends the time is right to send
A poem here to thank the NHS.

Thank you Biz


Nice tribute to an unforgettable footnote in the Titanic tragedy Frank. I once wrote a poem about the incident too. I read in the paper that the violin's expected to make over £100,000 at auction with ease

that's great Musty

That's a relief. Things can only get better - I think.

Ta Sandy and Biz I'm housebound for at least a week now! The silver lining is I can really get stuck into the poetry - it should speed up volume two's appearance as well

Cheers Musty, be healthy, return to rhyme in time.

Today I dropped ma troosers

And the housework did a bit

I did the stairs with two hoovers

Just for the hell of it


In the yard I met me pet

I stroked him on the the 'ead

Mind, he did look really set

To haul his arse to bed.


I patted his wee paws

Soft and fluffy that they were

But he did have cat's claws

Of that you can infer


Everything went sedately

But with a leap, without good cause

Unnnn-for-tune-ately

Ee then attacked me bawz

Awww. That's lovely.

Delighted to hear you're on the mend.

Erm, what's a bawz?

Balls. Testicles. Take your pick

I hope you won't mind if I pass

lmao

Made me laugh anyway.

I really enjoyed the poem, by the way.

That's a cracker Vosne, I needed a good laugh


Ta Patsy - the pain killers are working so far

Trust

The truth untold as they that fall
echo forth, grace as until thy call
beware the fool, who trust till then
thou dost betray and then once again
behold and stand with all but proud
of sincerity and all, clear and loud.

Singing Bird

Despite all you suffered
Singing bird, Nightingale of sorrow
I still envy
your wings

Night Swimming

Recurring, it started at four maybe five
I felt like the luckiest youngster alive
Every time different yet strangely the same
I'm all on my own in this beautiful game

The journey begins as I climb into bed
I imagine the wonder and magic ahead
The top bunk is mine and below is my brother
With eyes feeling heavy we chat to each other

It doesn't take long as I drift off to sleep
My tired little brother attempts to count sheep
Then, boom, here I am in the dead of the night
With a flap of my arms I begin to take flight

So vivid and natural, incredibly real
Lost in the freedom and joy that I feel
Seizing the moment, I don't have a care
Amazed that I'm able to swim through the air

Now many years on and I have to ask why
Is it breaststroke I use in the air when I fly?
Swim faster and slower to climb or to fall
But I've never used butterfly, backstroke or crawl.

Gymast leaf
Dances in the wake
Of exhaust fumes

Prophet And Loss

Asked the saviour when nailed to the cross
Has this structure been painted in gloss
Told it's fit for a prophet
"But we'll make nothing off it"
Said the maker, "It sold for a loss".

Good morning poets all. Nice to see you, to see you ...........

Hope your wounds are healing Musty, and you're not suffering too much from your cloistered days - all will pass.

I'm just watching bits of the new Pope's Mass. What fabulous riches are to be seen. It does make you think.

One thing which springs to mind is that we're told, to dismantle existing accepted, orderly structure invites chaos. If I was religious, I would pray.

I love this one Xagan, it's really sad and beautiful I wish I could write haiku-style poetry but I find it very difficult.


A completely brilliant poem in my opinion. First of all I thought it might be the song by REM which shares the same title. The rhythm never misses a beat here and associating a childhood dream about flight with swimming is such a clever twist. Thoroughly enjoyed at this end - thanks for sharing this Menoetius


Yes! I got the image of a poor little leaf being blown everywhere, but it could be viewed athletically too Love it Patsy!


A corking religious limerick


Hi Biz, thanks for the kind words Funnily enough I'm working on a poem that touches on Catholic belief, but it's not influenced by the big gig in Rome you mention


Wow, the thread's hit a purple patch I love a bit of historical language Sandy and this felt nicely ancient in tone. I read it three times

Well I read it more than three times, and Sandy I need you to translate for me, 'cos it was too difficult for my puny intellect.

Today, when in the bog

I met a feisty dog

He eyed my nuts

And despite my tuts

Leapt at them like a frog




Quality.

I didn't understand Sandy's poem either Biz but somehow I still enjoyed it - it reminded me of a Rubik's cube. With words instead of colours!