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Miners on my mind, can't think why.
On Black Gold They called the seams of coal black gold an irony as the men strained with backs bowed by grim low passage for little cash. While real gold glittered in the mine bank balance these hard men had not been led by greed or profit like prospectors of old, no sudden fever but by tradition were told by fathers this is your allotted lot like mine and my father's before me when you are done the family plot awaits, a nice spot in the valley, your widow can visit you there among the lilies dally, she'll get a provision of a tidy pension, there's generous for you, proof mine owners have got a heart. What set them apart of course from their workers was the black stuff coursing through those labouring lungs breathed with every breath that and the "coal face" that father brought home with goggle eyes for the nightly bath. Far from the pit's coal face a polished slab of shiny carbon sat trophy-style atop a gold embossed leathered chairman's desk proof of the proud product. It looks so good there on dividends day when fortune's spoils got divided among a happy few, while down in the depths those in the dark never knew nor were likely to care being always knackered. Then when disaster struck in the land of the black gold what the mining community found was little compensation from the masters but reassurance as to future safety and payment insurance to the poor bereaved women for the loss and of future earnings, but not compound. |
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With apologies to poets all, but we should all encourage poetry so please forgive me if I fill the gap with em..........well with words.
![]() Oh where has Mr Mustard gone? Has he gone away? We hope he'll soon be well enough To rhyme another day For Noe Soap is working hard it's true, But no doubt feels the strain. As he strives to fill the bosses' socks Until he posts again. |
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Oooops! That should be "fill the boss's socks", but perhaps you're filling your own Frank? Just don't get too tired and emotional.
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Not inactive Biz as it happens still writing 1 a day, this for another forum I didn't know if I should put strong material here, we'll see ... Frank
Running Dog Running Dog massaged his tanned body stood tepee high looked at his wiry frame reflected in a glass, caressed the cheeks of a wholly proud plains bred Native arse. Young and athletic his muscularity honed and bronzed by the sun of Oregon. Sweet oils ran down his burnished thighs in yellow rivulets drips easing inside toes of mahogany brown and weariness of recently worked feet. Running Dog was a true brave you could say, without reservation, in the whitemens' badlands today had given his stack to the contact known as "ill-eagle" for his toke, now is time for R & R, high time to make smoke. When Running Dog was dog tired his solution: peace in communion with a pipe then hit town for buffalo wings mm.. (not ashamed he loved them) for the munchies. He towels his abs dry with little dabs, eyes the waiting stash, wonders what father Sitting Dog would think knowing how he spends his cash. He liked to think that Pop would not blink nor sniff at a little spliff, imagined him there in his favourite chair blowing marijuana all around as he exclaims that since I came it's the best shit I've found ever in the Gods' hunting ground. Floor walking in their casino then pumping iron, squat-thrusts fit to bust - how he maintained his toned native appearance front of house thrilling old ladies (ooh you look so Indian!) boy did he need a smoke and we are talking a mother lode of Nature's best. He gave utter respect into this habit, was like his tribe the first greens, and cool with the planet. Brave he was indeed he still had to watch out for palefaces in blue uniforms riding around after our hides. Ha! braves making smoke America's Finest seeking scalps in the name of a so-called freedom, he hoped his ancestors might see the joke. Signalling nothing ever changes in our history except the particular cause of a panic it rearranges those deck chairs on the SS Titanic. |
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Not inactive Biz as it happens still writing 1 a day, this for another forum I didn't know if I should put strong material here, we'll see ... Frank
Running Dog You've taken on quite a task.
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Oh where has Mr Mustard gone?
Has he gone away? We hope he'll soon be well enough To rhyme another day I'm truly touched by the messages of support that have been shown on the thread Friendliness has always been the hallmark of this place and that's what makes it special in my opinion. Thanks to everyone who's posted poetry and comments in my long absence. I'm so sorry my recent brief return didn't work out, but further complications meant using a computer was impossible. Thanks too to Dark Star for sending in the various updates I have to do a lot of reading to catch up with the thread and I'm going to thoroughly enjoy it ![]() It was so great to see Archiver, Biz, Frank, Sandy and Troy's names again, not to mention newer posters like Flower2 and LuckyM So far I've only read Biz's poem and I thought it was jolly good ![]() It's great to be really back
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Hello Musty, welcome back.
Hope life is getting back to normal for you. Glad you liked that verse, I was quite pleased with it myself. It was great to see all the other poets dipping in to keep the thread alive, and as you'll see, Frank has been very busy.
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Hello Musty, nice to see you nice.
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Hello Musty, welcome back.
Hope life is getting back to normal for you. Glad you liked that verse, I was quite pleased with it myself. Yes, life is slowly returning to normal, whatever that is. I must say the awful weather helped me - a lovely sunny spring would have made being out of action ten times worse. A bit of a selfish viewpoint but I can't help it The first verse of your poem in particular flows really well I think. I'm going to read the backlog as it was posted and comment on every poem in chronological order. I briefly noticed one of Frank's mentioned JFK; I can't wait to reach that one as he's a President who fascinates me.Quote:
Hello Musty, nice to see you nice.
![]() In the words of the immortal Brucie 'Good game, good game'
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What happened to the drama Of my abandoned run? It only left a karma As pale as April's sun. I thought I locked the door well But just a year to add To one penned by George Orwell Became the worst I had. I let the pleasure meld me Where Bacchus staged his show; When hedonism felled me The highs led to a low. With Martin and with Warren I stumbled through the nights, The actions seemed so foreign As did the dreams and fights. The only chance for my fling, You know how Down Town goes, The in-crowd wasn't my thing Yet bright lights I still chose. We felt one in a million, When Live Aid fed the poor Our soundtrack was Marillion And Zeppelin's number four. Each girl became Godiva, Each evening broke new ground And there I was, the driver Who steered our group around. At parties my self-centred Act felt a unique ride For one who'd never entered, The boy who stayed outside. Desire remained unpardoned, In vain I followed Dawn, It's hard when love has gardened A sharp and hollowed thorn. I left her with the others Then violence came to pass, My memory recovers The crack of high street glass; Though Martin's care was endless We couldn't fight police And cells can be so friendless Come morning's cold release. O Horsham was the burning A search for some strange truth Or was it just a yearning For all my deadened youth? © |
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it, it's in my nature to be
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A good one
- just two questions; wouldn't the tune "just be gorgeous", and should it be Him, or is your "him" someone evil, such as Hitler?
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Welcome back Musty, I was beginning to get concerned.
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Yes, life is slowly returning to normal, whatever that is. I must say the awful weather helped me - a lovely sunny spring would have made being out of action ten times worse. A bit of a selfish viewpoint but I can't help it
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Oooh! An interesting saga. By the way Petula Clark seems to be making something of a comeback.
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Welcome back Musty, I was beginning to get concerned.
Apart from bans in the distant past it's the longest I've ever been off the thread.Quote:
By the way I notice you posted in the middle of the night, so hope you're getting plenty of sleep. As Archiver will tell you it helps.
![]() Petula Clark did some great songs, I love Don't Sleep In The Subway too
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I do go off to sleep fairly easy Biz but the pattern's always disturbed. For some reason I nearly always wake up between 2:45 and 3:15 in the morning. Seven hours solid sleep is as rare as West Ham winning the Cup
Petula Clark did some great songs, I love Don't Sleep In The Subway too ![]() I heard Petula Clark on the radio a while ago singing something from her new album, and I just wanted to tell her to sing it properly and stop messing about.
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Apparently it is only in fairly recent times that people have expected to have an unbroken night's sleep, So undertaking some kind of activity in the middle of the night used to be considered normal.
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Hidden well and locked away Unbeknown to you and me Lies the thing none ever see, Safe as houses, dark as night, Undercover, out of sight. Not a final note or grave, Neither treasure or a well, How do I explain or tell? Answers stay beneath this field Lost for good, completely sealed. Nothing much here passes by, Car or footstep, owl or stoat, None disturb what stays remote And no eyes shall ever peer At the secret hidden here. © |
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Being away from home for so long has meant work on volume 2 has come to a halt. However, it's also given me a fresh perspective. While I was pleased with The Designer, with hindsight there were quite a few flaws in the book's format. The size and several other things about it could have been better. Some of these were pointed out to me on DS and some by people I know locally. But it was trial and error at the time and a learning curve's always very useful.
Because volume 2 is facing such a long delay, I've decided that a good move would be to release another book in the meantime. The poems will all be about one subject, historical in nature. This is something Biz has often mentioned to me on the thread. I also want to combine the poems with colour photographs to illustrate them. The format of The Designer will be kept for it - I think its large pages look ideal for impressive pictures. I don't expect many sales or successes from the project, as the topic is a narrow one and quite obscure even in the arena of history. But I think it'll be a beautiful thing and that's always something nice to add to the world
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shot him down from on high,
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© ![]() I like the sound of your history volume; you've certainly written plenty. Ideal for the education of children before they get to the formal stage - that's when information seeps in untrammelled................that doesn't mean adults won't enjoy it too.
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I didn't get the J. Hancock connection but I'll go to Wiki later on for that. Much enjoyed here
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I like the sound of your history volume; you've certainly written plenty. Ideal for the education of children before they get to the formal stage - that's when information seeps in untrammelled................that doesn't mean adults won't enjoy it too.
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Welcome back Musty. John Hancock (I kept the initial style of the poem) was one of the original signatories of the Declaration of Independance
I've never heard of John Hancock, so that's an interesting nugget of information
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You've taken on quite a task.
