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Is Poetry a Dead Art? (Part 3)
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Biz
23-04-2013
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“Another take on Two Hours has been given in America, I'm really enjoying this ”

You can't tell us that without revealing what it is.
Biz
23-04-2013
Originally Posted by Noe Soap:
“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.”

Now that sort of gun I can tolerate.
Noe Soap
23-04-2013
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.
mr. mustard
24-04-2013
Originally Posted by Biz:
“You can't tell us that without revealing what it is. ”

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

Originally Posted by Noe Soap:
“The other day
was Earth Day”

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
mr. mustard
24-04-2013
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/
mr. mustard
24-04-2013
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.


©
Biz
24-04-2013
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“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 ”

Interesting; you'd expect women to side with the wife and men with the husband.

Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“The Wilderness Years

©”

I suppose it's a bit like the farmer leaving a field fallow and then reaping the reward.
Biz
24-04-2013
Originally Posted by Noe Soap:
“Earth
”

We take it for granted, don't we? But it's a miracle.
archiver
24-04-2013
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“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 ”

Sorry to disappoint Musty. Just can't seem to get over these cold/flu symptoms. Seem to have been suffering for months. Great to see you back on form and fully recovered.

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.
mr. mustard
25-04-2013
Originally Posted by Biz:
“I suppose it's a bit like the farmer leaving a field fallow and then reaping the reward. ”

Great analogy Biz 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

Originally Posted by archiver:
“Great to see you back on form and fully recovered.

Bewilderness.”

Thanks Archiver and I'm sorry to hear you're flu-bound '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
Noe Soap
25-04-2013
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.
sandydune
25-04-2013
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.
mr. mustard
25-04-2013
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.


©
mr. mustard
25-04-2013
Originally Posted by sandydune:
“Buttercups sit in thy grass
amongst the many flowers”

What a gorgeous poem Sandy I love the way you invested the buttercups with powers like storytelling. I really enjoyed this
mr. mustard
25-04-2013
Originally Posted by Noe Soap:
“Give a meter take a meter he was completely meritless,
mixed metric and imperial and every useless metaphor.”

What a confusing mess he got into Frank 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
sandydune
25-04-2013
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“What a gorgeous poem Sandy I love the way you invested the buttercups with powers like storytelling. I really enjoyed this ”

Thanks Musty
sandydune
25-04-2013
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“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
mr. mustard
25-04-2013
Originally Posted by sandydune:
“ Lovely Musty and on such a day as today, a day of sunshine”

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
Biz
25-04-2013
Originally Posted by archiver:
“ 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.”

I hope the hot sunshine helps you back to health archiver - just make sure you find time to bask in it. It helps with shedding the load.

Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“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 ”

I hope you're successful. I'd be interested in her reaction too - I suspect I'm not in tune with current thinking.


Originally Posted by Noe Soap:
“Poorformance Poet
”

Tolerance is all Frank.

Originally Posted by sandydune:
“Buttercups
”

I'm the only buttercup in my garden as yet Sandy.

Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“the coming of the spring

©”

And isn't it glorious?
Biz
25-04-2013
Scream!!! I've just posted replies to you all and it's disappeared.

EDIT: Now it's reappeared.
mr. mustard
25-04-2013
Originally Posted by Biz:
“Scream!!! I've just posted replies to you all and it's disappeared. ”

You've put your reply to me on Two Hours inside the quote Biz, a mistake I've often made myself
mr. mustard
25-04-2013
Originally Posted by Biz:
“I'm the only buttercup in my garden as yet Sandy. ”

sandydune
25-04-2013
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“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 ”

Glad you like your Beach Boys cd I bought a Michael Buble cd the other week, I found it quite relaxing.
mr. mustard
25-04-2013
Originally Posted by Noe Soap:
“All the words I said no more in my head
into immediate erasing time are scattered”

This sums up how quickly words come and go in our heads. The urgent beat of the piece suits the topic really well.
mr. mustard
25-04-2013
Originally Posted by sandydune:
“I bought a Michael Buble cd the other week, I found it quite relaxing.”

Good stuff Sandy - I like mellowing out to Enya at times
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