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Is Poetry a Dead Art? (Part 3)
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archiver
09-05-2013
Originally Posted by Biz:
“Thank you Archiver. I found that I already had the "Automatically Detect" setting, but the location was "Azores, Cape Verde Islands" for some unknown reason. I've changed it to "GMT, London etc."

...........And it has worked. Thank you again, I would never have discovered that without your help.”

Glad to have helped Biz. Odd that you were 'thought' to be in the Azores!
Biz
09-05-2013
Originally Posted by archiver:
“Glad to have helped Biz. Odd that you were 'thought' to be in the Azores! ”

Very strange. Maybe it's a holiday suggestion.
mr. mustard
10-05-2013
Originally Posted by sandydune:
“Musty you have passed the challenge, very good.”

Ta Sandy, I like a challenge

Originally Posted by flower 2:
“But over and above the buzzing,
and in between the flossing”

I can't be doing with all that buzzing and flossing Flower, give me a normal toothbrush any day

Originally Posted by Biz:
“By the way Musty, I've always had a problem with the time.”

I don't usually notice the time on here Biz - I'm glad Archiver supplied the solution

Originally Posted by belly button:
“This is one of my favourite poems in your book.

Hope you are feeling much better as I see you have been a bit 'off colour'. ”

Thank you BB, I'm much better now Love was influenced greatly by Charles Baudelaire, one of my favourite Romantic poets.

Originally Posted by Biz:
“ He'll be even more proud when the next one is published. ”

I can't wait Biz, there are only four poems left to write Nice to see the thread rocking
mr. mustard
10-05-2013
The Ballad Kings

Before there was a disco,
When Tony Bennett left
His heart in San Francisco,
Divine and yet bereft.
A concert seat in one row,
Imagine lights and be
Close to the soul of Matt Munro
Delivering Born Free.

How soothing when you listen
To melodies so right,
The wee small hours they glisten
Like strangers in the night;
Let love direct Sinatra’s tones,
A drink with ice, relax,
Your full attention now he owns
Like all those classy acts.


©
mr. mustard
10-05-2013
Originally Posted by Noe Soap:
“put to bed by the hand that rocks the
presidential pram. All live happy after.”

An interesting poem Frank, this seems to be about an infant being President of America 10cc had a similar idea once with their bizarre song I Wanna Rule The World. It's about a child who wants to take over

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9qsqLegE1zQ
Biz
10-05-2013
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“The Ballad Kings

©”

Oh yes! That takes me back to when music was musical, and voices melodic. Those were the days. Now where's me walking frame.
Noe Soap
10-05-2013
Cost of Cutting

The dedicated staff laboured cutting,
cutting cloth to suit, cutting corners of
sleeves, collars; sewing machining at
cheap cotton clothing for foreigners.
Their bosses busy paring, paring away
not really caring about consequences.
Workers sweating in the sweat shop
swept to oblivion owing to a careless
cost cutting, the death factory owners
they’re sweating now not so oblivious
obviously and how; the products sold
in their trade name carry black codes
for telling a fatal price, endorsements
spelling worldwide its mark of shame.
mr. mustard
11-05-2013
Originally Posted by Biz:
“Now where's me walking frame. ”

As long as you're young at heart Biz I love all those post-war crooners like Sinatra. The songs carry great meaning and there's no trouble understanding the words, a fairly common problem in rock. I had a deep and meaningful conversation with someone's wife last night Don't worry, I met two nice couples in the pub

Originally Posted by Noe Soap:
“Their bosses busy paring, paring away
not really caring about consequences.”

An accurate swipe at the overseas sweat shops Frank. Clever use of words as ever, I like 'not so oblivious obviously'. Time and again we hear of those firms who ignore the safety of their employees until it's too late and a disaster happens.
sandydune
11-05-2013
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“The Ballad Kings


How soothing when you listen
To melodies so right,
The wee small hours they glisten
Like strangers in the night;

©”

Lovely, Musty
mr. mustard
11-05-2013
Originally Posted by sandydune:
“Lovely, Musty”

Thanks Sandy I wish I'd thought of it, but in the wee small hours I lifted from a Frank Sinatra song title. Here it is with lyrics

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sqCLsp5owY8
mr. mustard
11-05-2013
Tomorrow I'm off to Hampshire to meet a lifelong friend of my Mum again Mum kept in touch with her by letter for over forty years. Not really fond of travel in life, she was happier that way. When I met her and her family again after so long the day had tears and laughter in store, as expected. Treasured parts of childhood always mean a lot and I Often Think About the Park in The Designer was inspired by this special friend and her daughter. I'm giving her a copy of the book tomorrow, but she doesn't know that yet

Strangely, she lives just off my route west to Avebury too, so if I can find a place to sleep I'll be heading on there. The Red Lion in the great henge awaits While pub poems can be researched indirectly, only by actually being there can the atmosphere and vibes be captured. The trip means I might be away from the thread for a couple of days. Keep smiling my friends and don't let the rain get you down, we should get a summer this year
Biz
11-05-2013
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“ I had a deep and meaningful conversation with someone's wife last night Don't worry, I met two nice couples in the pub
”

Pleased to hear you're not living dangerously.

Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“Tomorrow I'm off to Hampshire to meet a lifelong friend of my Mum again.................I Often Think About the Park in The Designer was inspired by this special friend and her daughter. I'm giving her a copy of the book tomorrow, but she doesn't know that yet ”

'm sure your Mum's friend will treasure her copy - you'll sign it for her of course.

Enjoy your weekend.............and be careful who you talk to in the pub.
sandydune
12-05-2013
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“ don't let the rain get you down, we should get a summer this year ”

It was raining a lot last night

Hope you have a nice time, will you be having a pub lunch today?

Here is a Tall Pub Tale

Tall Pub Tale

The horse sat and waited
with it's heavy load
it's owner stood and elated
with one more for the road
The wife at home and waiting
a tall tale story to unfold.

Biz
12-05-2013
Originally Posted by sandydune:
“It was raining a lot last night

Tall Pub Tale

”

Some things never change.

You know I've got to confess that in real life I don't actually grin like that.
sandydune
12-05-2013
Originally Posted by Biz:
“Some things never change.

You know I've got to confess that in real life I don't actually grin like that.”


Everyone has a grin sometimes

I'm actually glad it rained last night as it got rid of some birdy poopy from my window, I had to clean the rest of it with a bottle washer, it was the only thing that would reach.
Biz
12-05-2013
Originally Posted by sandydune:
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I'm actually glad it rained last night as it got rid of some birdy poopy from my window, I had to clean the rest of it with a bottle washer, it was the only thing that would reach.”

These things are sent to try us.

To tell the truth I was pleased to see the rain as I'm sure all those leaves that have miraculously appeared on the trees have depleted the supply enormously.

I love it when the garden starts to look "furnished".
mr. mustard
14-05-2013
Originally Posted by Biz:
“Enjoy your weekend.............and be careful who you talk to in the pub. ”

Originally Posted by sandydune:
“Hope you have a nice time, will you be having a pub lunch today?”

Hi Biz and Sandy - I loved the Tall Pub Tale Sandy I had a great day at the friend's house and then went on to Avebury. Heading there at six in the evening on Sunday, I wasn't sure if I was going to get a room for the night. Marlborough didn't come up trumps, but then I found a beautiful B & B within walking distance of the site Almost directly opposite the 16th century Horse & Waggons, it was ideal. Dickens visited there and it was the inn in The Pickwick Papers. Early Monday morning, after a lovely full English breakfast minus the sausages and bacon, I headed for Avebury I was really sussing things out in advance for this summer's photo shoot and I lingered there for a glorious seven hours! We'll definitely be using that B & B when we turn up to get the pictures for the book. In all, it was a marvellous trip and only two and a half poems now remain.

An interlude from prehistory's due and I'm hoping to post some of the other poetry I've written later on today
Noe Soap
14-05-2013
Farewell Performance

He was the ace prestidigitator
manipulating doves and such,
did levitation of female bodies,
disappearing them at his touch.
Now their last appearance, she
one-time glamorous assistant
and present love, places on the
box a pair of white magic gloves.
sandydune
14-05-2013
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“Hi Biz and Sandy - I loved the Tall Pub Tale Sandy I had a great day at the friend's house and then went on to Avebury.”

Thanks, glad you had a good time
Biz
14-05-2013
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“I had a great day at the friend's house and then went on to Avebury.

An interlude from prehistory's due and I'm hoping to post some of the other poetry I've written later on today ”

Your visit sounds fascinating and full of inspiration - of which we'll no doubt be hearing more later

I'm sure your mum's friend was delighted with her surprise gift.

Originally Posted by Noe Soap:
“Farewell Performance
”

I've a feeling I should know who that is - but I'm afraid I've failed the test Frank.
mr. mustard
14-05-2013
Originally Posted by sandydune:
“Thanks, glad you had a good time”

Ey oop Sandy, it's good to be back too

Originally Posted by Biz:
“I'm sure your mum's friend was delighted with her surprise gift. ”

Thanks Biz - she said she was going to read it in the quieter moments I showed her and her husband my Confessions of a Scrumper in the Daily Mail too You'll be pleased to know I had nearly ten hours sleep in the B & B, unheard of for me! I also bought a nice Stonehenge T-shirt, books and a mug in the Henge Shop - what a brilliant little outlet that is

Frank's poem has to be about a magician but I can't identify him.
Biz
14-05-2013
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“
Frank's poem has to be about a magician but I can't identify him.”

Do you think he's testing us?
mr. mustard
15-05-2013
Originally Posted by Biz:
“Do you think he's testing us? ”

Possibly Biz Paul Daniels came to mind but I think that's wrong. Also, what's a 'prestidigitator?' Put us out of our misery Frank! Unfortunately I didn't manage any writing yesterday, due to ongoing problems with a hedge-cutting service Hopefully today's going to be more fruitful.
mr. mustard
15-05-2013
Cape Jealous

Cape Jealous the cliff-top location,
The wealthy resort with a span
Of beach for a summer vacation
Where she lived ten years with her man.

The husband began so committed
And she always loved him and cared,
One disc they played most, for it fitted;
The Windmills Of Your Mind they shared.

Cape Jealous for those prone to settle,
Cape Jealous to wipe away tears
From people who just want to get all
The best out of middle-aged years.

But that married moment she dreaded
Occurred as a new autumn neared,
She learned of the woman he'd bedded
From lipstick on his collar smeared.

She had her own way of responding,
A shock that immense tends to stun,
The news of his secretive bonding
Made her go and buy a small gun.

One day he went out so she waited,
With weapon concealed in a drawer
She weighed up the marriage she hated,
Deciding to take lies no more.

She washed her hair and made a turban
With towel tightly-tied, looking nice;
He came home and noticed a bourbon
She'd made him all sparkling with ice.

You may not accept or believe it,
She couldn't be bothered to say
'Goodbye' so she let him receive it:
The bullet that blew him away.

It seemed like a b-movie drama
But no matinée here explained
The living room's grim panorama;
Dark blood on the carpet that stained.

She waited till sirens came blaring,
Discarded, the gun lay at rest,
Beyond any real love or caring
She happily faced her arrest.

Each secret's a risk when you're married
And though affairs leave you fulfilled,
Cape Jealous reveals how one carried
A wife to the brink where she killed.


©
mr. mustard
15-05-2013
That was an oldie in the absence of any new material - it did have a lot of changes though. The poem was inspired by all those enjoyably dramatic Hollywood films like Anatomy Of A Murder and Mildred Pierce. Black and white classics
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