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Another take on Two Hours has been given in America, I'm really enjoying this
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The Fastest Guns
............................................. he saw an awesome expanse before him loom, one enormous fence! Tuson Paint Sprayers would face it as their ad said they're the fastest in the West at doing what they did the best.
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Earth
The other day was Earth Day every day is an Earth day that's to say makes a World and in its very worldiness. Life written in the DNA within us all which forms the clay of the humble ball of rock where we humans tumble around in oceans of galactic space a crumbling living place led by those inclined to bumble. We must not leave these f's to stumble with the big E for all our worth as it means the Earth to you and me. |
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You can't tell us that without revealing what it is.
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I may as well confess now that the next book is going to be about Avebury. While I have several oldies on the area that'll be included, new poems are spilling out like lava at the moment - it's great fun writing to create a suite of poetry and it's reminding me a bit of Tommy, the Who's rock opera. Not that I'm in Pete Townshend's league of course
I'm working hopefully towards a July/August release date. In the meantime, for any lurkers who are unfamiliar with Avebury, here is hands down the best website on the place. Click on the Bethlehem-like star to enter ![]() http://www.avebury-web.co.uk/ |
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The Wilderness Years
I'm fool enough to build a mess, A hermit loves his shell, Those years spent in my wilderness Were like a barren well. I don't know how I ever turned Into a drab machine Or casually cut off and spurned All nature for a screen. And yet the silver lining came With pens and note pads bought; When poetry became my aim, The only thing I sought. To pull the blind on life's a crime But maybe not a sin, The wilderness years were a time Of dreams and staying in. © |
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It got the sort of reaction I thought it would receive originally Biz, the chap sympathised with the wife and called it a poignant tale. He also thought the happy skipping beat of the poem offset the sadder parts effectively
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It got the sort of reaction I thought it would receive originally Biz, the chap sympathised with the wife and called it a poignant tale. He also thought the happy skipping beat of the poem offset the sadder parts effectively
![]() I think I missed Earth Day! I must thank you again for supporting the thread Frank. I've been enjoying your poetry more than ever and it's always been extremely entertaining and thought-provoking. You've been prolific of late and that gives the place such a boost. Now where's Archiver, I miss his material ![]() ![]() Hmm.. Bewilderness. Be wilderness Be nothing less or more than this. The sheer bliss The first kiss The mountain mist The long list. Life's too short! They oft' retort as they drink to another sister or brother who does their thing all covered in bling. There's a secret code and a winding road to a humble abode and a shed load. |
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I suppose it's a bit like the farmer leaving a field fallow and then reaping the reward.
![]() Going back to Two Hours, I think most chaps would feel sorry for the wife. The only information given about the husband is that he's a golf fan, but the wife's unhappiness is vividly highlighted. I'm trying to get someone I know to join DS, I want her reaction to the poem next - it might be as gobsmacking as yours Biz Quote:
Great to see you back on form and fully recovered.
![]() Bewilderness. 'Be wilderness' - what a great play on a word I love the list of highs like bliss in the piece. It's a typical Archiver job - full of strong images and the sort of poem that makes you really think. Hopefully you've got some sci-fi up your sleeve somewhere too
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Poorformance Poet
Heard about this sonnet writer with this problem enumerate chap could not count up to fourteen. He gilded his verses with thees, thous and thines though he saw a poem of perfection reality fell a mite in between. No matter how exquisite wording might be they lacked the requisite number of lines. Frustrated he decided to switch his selected form but all the two line haikus and three line cinquains penned did not sadly conform to the poetry world's pedantic expectations. A quintissential piece of art he fathered he pared, an essence of romance caught he thought, down to minimum as this his curt couplet goes: "Shall I compare thee." "Oh!" as readers retort not only plagiaristic but one vital essential line short "Couplet indeed! There's another wee bit," they snort, "needed," especially the Scots, "Rabbi'd hoot yer oot of our hoose you goose ay McGonigle hisself e'en he would be ashamed." Under kilts they were getting a bit hottish and unlikely to be able to sustain this strain of cod-Scottish any longer. Ah - returning to the brief and with some relief, oh yes our amateur poet - remember if you will his enumeracy, well pentameter's all askew, wrote like in his legs he had three left feet or even four. Give a meter take a meter he was completely meritless, mixed metric and imperial and every useless metaphor. |
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Buttercups
Buttercups sit in thy grass amongst the many flowers reflecting as insects they pass from one to another as towers of wisdom and stories of past. |
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the coming of the spring
A change of weather I perceive, The winter robin had to leave, Now different birds arrive. Another season's turn is brought, A brighter dawn confirms the thought; It's good to be alive. A tinge of green that heralds birth With blooming buds and dryer earth, What glory equals this? The crocus and the daffodil Incite a purple-golden thrill, Their harmony is bliss. No darkness, free of any storm The air upon my face is warm, At last my heart can sing. The sun lights up the country ways, A path to perfect summer days; The coming of the spring. © |
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amongst the many flowers I love the way you invested the buttercups with powers like storytelling. I really enjoyed this
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Give a meter take a meter he was completely meritless,
mixed metric and imperial and every useless metaphor. I'm totally unfamiliar with meter and all the intellectual systems of poetry. It's too much like physics for me, so I sympathise with the befuddled poet in your ode
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What a gorgeous poem Sandy
I love the way you invested the buttercups with powers like storytelling. I really enjoyed this ![]()
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the coming of the spring
. The air upon my face is warm, At last my heart can sing. © Lovely Musty and on such a day as today, a day of sunshine
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Lovely Musty and on such a day as today, a day of sunshine![]() Inspired by the sunshine I've been listening to the Beach Boys recent album. I didn't fancy the CD much but took the plunge and bought it. It's marvellous and throughout you tend to forget how old they are. Let's be honest, the Beach Seniors just doesn't sound right
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Just can't seem to get over these cold/flu symptoms.
Hmm.. Bewilderness. .......................... There's a secret code and a winding road to a humble abode and a shed load. ![]() Quote:
I'm trying to get someone I know to join DS, I want her reaction to the poem next - it might be as gobsmacking as yours Biz
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Scream!!! I've just posted replies to you all and it's disappeared.
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Scream!!! I've just posted replies to you all and it's disappeared.
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Ta Sandy - yes, it's been really beautiful today
Inspired by the sunshine I've been listening to the Beach Boys recent album. I didn't fancy the CD much but took the plunge and bought it. It's marvellous and throughout you tend to forget how old they are. Let's be honest, the Beach Seniors just doesn't sound right ![]() I bought a Michael Buble cd the other week, I found it quite relaxing.
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All the words I said no more in my head
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I bought a Michael Buble cd the other week, I found it quite relaxing.
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'Be wilderness' - what a great play on a word
I'm totally unfamiliar with meter and all the intellectual systems of poetry. It's too much like physics for me, so I sympathise with the befuddled poet in your ode 

