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Is Poetry a Dead Art? (Part 3)
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mr. mustard
07-05-2013
Nothing Beats a Cuppa

If you need an upper
Don't fret, pour one now,
Nothing beats a cuppa
For a lift somehow.

Every lass and laddie
In the British Isles
Via bag or caddy
Tastes the brew then smiles.

At the moment we break
Down and feel quite low
Just a timely tea-break
Will restore the glow.

Nothing beats a cuppa
Morning, noon or late,
Even after supper
Every cuppa's great.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lSqp73xSvbg
mr. mustard
07-05-2013
Originally Posted by LuckyM2012:
“Every bit of life is special to who I am
Only a penny in my pocket”

The poem starts off with the voice of a child but it soon leaves the world of comfort behind. What an intriguing write Lucky, I found it quite disturbing, especially the pleas for help. You really should title such a good poem. I hope you post more material here Lucky, as I enjoyed this piece immensely
Mrs Teapot
07-05-2013
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“Nothing Beats a Cuppa

If you need an upper
Don't fret, pour one now,
Nothing beats a cuppa
For a lift somehow.

Every lass and laddie
In the British Isles
Via bag or caddy
Tastes the brew then smiles.

At the moment we break
Down and feel quite low
Just a timely tea-break
Will restore the glow.

Nothing beats a cuppa
Morning, noon or late,
Even after supper
Every cuppa's great.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lSqp73xSvbg”


Good one Musty

I will concur even though I'm a coffee drinker
mr. mustard
07-05-2013
Originally Posted by Mrs Teapot:
“Good one Musty ”

Ta Mrs T I drink more coffee than tea too, but there's something about the good old cuppa
sandydune
07-05-2013
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“Nothing Beats a Cuppa

Nothing beats a cuppa
Morning, noon or late,
Even after supper
Every cuppa's great.

”

very good Musty, I do like a cup of tea
sandydune
07-05-2013
Originally Posted by Mrs Teapot:
“I will concur even though I'm a coffee drinker ”

Hello Mrs Teapot, great name
mr. mustard
07-05-2013
Originally Posted by sandydune:
“Hello Mrs Teapot, great name”

Isn't it? I'm glad you liked my tea ode Sandy
sandydune
07-05-2013
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“Isn't it? I'm glad you liked my tea ode Sandy ”



The weather has been warm but I still like my cup of tea a few times a day
mr. mustard
07-05-2013
Originally Posted by sandydune:
“The weather has been warm but I still like my cup of tea a few times a day”

Some times it just has to be tea I've been working on a poem that I'll probably post later on. It came to me while I was out walking in the sunshine
sandydune
07-05-2013
Musty, I have a challenge for you

Can you write a poem about a toothbrush?

I was trying to write one myself today but found it a little difficult. The reason being that my old one doesn't work, I have to keep pressing the button to keep it working so I had to get a new one. The new one looks so much fancier and has a timer included
mr. mustard
07-05-2013
Originally Posted by sandydune:
“Musty, I have a challenge for you

Can you write a poem about a toothbrush?”

Probably Sandy - does it have to be about an electric one? I prefer the manual version. I don't know much about technology you see. The other day I paid for something with my card, the first time it's ever happened. I was quite shocked afterwards, it felt sort of wrong
sandydune
07-05-2013
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“Some times it just has to be tea I've been working on a poem that I'll probably post later on. It came to me while I was out walking in the sunshine ”

I'll look forward to your poem. inspiration is all around and thereabouts.
sandydune
07-05-2013
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“Probably Sandy - does it have to be about an electric one? I prefer the manual version. I don't know much about technology you see.”

a manual toothbrush is fine
mr. mustard
07-05-2013
Originally Posted by sandydune:
“a manual toothbrush is fine”

That's a relief It won't be a masterpiece but I'm sure I can knock something up about my toothbrush
sandydune
07-05-2013
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“That's a relief It won't be a masterpiece but I'm sure I can knock something up about my toothbrush ”



A few lines will do and take your time, there's no hurry
mr. mustard
07-05-2013
Originally Posted by sandydune:
“A few lines will do and take your time, there's no hurry ”

I'll probably post it tomorrow along with the other new one. I've spent a lot of time writing today, in between gardening. The Avebury suite isn't complete yet, there are still about four or five poems that are unfinished or not even started. The bulk of it's done though. I've enjoyed writing on a single theme, it really makes you focus on a subject.
mr. mustard
08-05-2013
Hiding By The Ivy

The people bored me so I slipped away,
'It's lonely in a crowd' they always say,
Why must I live that vacuous cliché?

The cocktails tasted bitter and I knew
That even if I had more than a few
They wouldn't change the tenor of my view

I crept out hoping I would not be seen,
I felt the pull of my outsider gene
And went towards the tendrils thick and green.

Although I'd left a humble hostelry
It felt like some great castle by the sea,
Just hiding by the ivy sets me free.

My rather childish habit tends to cling,
Though hiding never changes anything
The ivy lets a heart of sorrow sing.

The rendezvous where dreams can rise or fall,
A brief time in a place of no recall
Where emerald trailers clamber up the wall.

If only I could stay there even more,
When hiding by the ivy I am sure
What we could be and what life's really for.


©
sandydune
08-05-2013
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“Hiding By The Ivy

The people bored me so I slipped away,
'It's lonely in a crowd' they always say,
Why must I live that vacuous cliché?

The cocktails tasted bitter and I knew
That even if I had more than a few
They wouldn't change the tenor of my view

I crept out hoping I would not be seen,
I felt the pull of my outsider gene
And went towards the tendrils thick and green.

Although I'd left a humble hostelry
It felt like some great castle by the sea,
Just hiding by the ivy sets me free.

My rather childish habit tends to cling,
Though hiding never changes anything
The ivy lets a heart of sorrow sing.

The rendezvous where dreams can rise or fall,
A brief time in a place of no recall
Where emerald trailers clamber up the wall.

If only I could stay there even more,
When hiding by the ivy I am sure
What we could be and what life's really for.


©”

Very nice Musty
It is like a little bird who travels amongst the ivy, maybe looking for another little bird that might stop and chat for a while.
mr. mustard
08-05-2013
Originally Posted by sandydune:
“It is like a little bird who travels amongst the ivy, maybe looking for another little bird that might stop and chat for a while.”

Thanks Sandy That's a good comparison. I'm such a dreamer I could probably really do that at an ivy-covered pub
sandydune
08-05-2013
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“Thanks Sandy That's a good comparison. I'm such a dreamer I could probably really do that at an ivy-covered pub ”



Your pint of beer would probably give it away as it's not often you find beer in the Ivy.
flower 2
08-05-2013
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“Hiding By The Ivy

The people bored me so I slipped away,
'It's lonely in a crowd' they always say,
Why must I live that vacuous cliché?

The cocktails tasted bitter and I knew
That even if I had more than a few
They wouldn't change the tenor of my view

I crept out hoping I would not be seen,
I felt the pull of my outsider gene
And went towards the tendrils thick and green.

Although I'd left a humble hostelry
It felt like some great castle by the sea,
Just hiding by the ivy sets me free.

My rather childish habit tends to cling,
Though hiding never changes anything
The ivy lets a heart of sorrow sing.

The rendezvous where dreams can rise or fall,
A brief time in a place of no recall
Where emerald trailers clamber up the wall.

If only I could stay there even more,
When hiding by the ivy I am sure
What we could be and what life's really for.


©”

The Limelight

Sitting at the bar, crowd hanging round
Centre of attention, smiles all around
How much do they cost? ten to a pound!
mr. mustard
08-05-2013
Originally Posted by sandydune:
“Your pint of beer would probably give it away as it's not often you find beer in the Ivy.”

This is true

Originally Posted by flower 2:
“Sitting at the bar, crowd hanging round
Centre of attention, smiles all around
How much do they cost? ten to a pound!”

Nice one Flower I paid £3.65 for a pint of cider the other day
mr. mustard
08-05-2013
Red Devils Saviour

Thanking you Sir Alex,
You brought United's crown,
One more humble reminder
All legends must step down.


©
mr. mustard
08-05-2013
Where's Biz? I really miss her if she doesn't turn up

My toothbrush effort will be posted later
sandydune
08-05-2013
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“Where's Biz? I really miss her if she doesn't turn up

My toothbrush effort will be posted later ”

I'm sure Biz will be along later. She is probably Bizzy

I'm looking forward to your toothbrush effort
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