A world without books would be horrible Biz - long may they reign!

Absolutely blinding poem Musty.



Love the imagery; it really draws me to this mystical place.

I read it aloud and even the kittens loved it.

Pleased to hear you're educating them properly right from the beginning Troy.

A, that article of our speech

Always handy within reach.

I use it often as we all do,

Without it oh my what a to-do,

If we want to say "a bee"

Rather than "bees" specific;

In such cases you use a "the"

As you have to do grammatically.

For one or general though it's just terrific.

In all contingencies one needs to be aware, eh?

I had to do something to distract them from climbing up my jeans Biz.

You never said a truer word - er - I mean truer words Frank.

Ta Troy I'm hoping to see the Nine Stones before the summer's out. It's right next to the busy A35 with no access for visitors. Julian Cope says you have to park at a Little Chef and walk on another 400 yards to find it.

I'm glad the kittens are being educated

That's the only poem I know about A, Frank!

Time.

Once upon time of the very beginning,
long before God invented sinning,
way before dinosaurs soared in the sky.
It went bang, but no one knows why.

Not much later, ages ago,
time started going quick quick slow
and teeny tiny particles made bigger bits
that, given time, formed the chair where I sits.

Much more recently man made belief
and placed himself underneath
a god of his own creation.
Then forgot through time dilation.

Stupidly today we fight
over which way is right.
Leave your human rights at home
when entering the war zone.

It's pure bad manners on both sides.
When sanity and faith collides
shall stupid precepts rule the day?
Seems to me a foolish way
to go about these days of ours.

Time to use my special powers.

Remembering depression

Depression, I recall you now
And what you were to me;
A pit of gloom and nothing less,
The abyss of my nothingness
Forged with anxiety.

Depression, how you dragged me down
Then led me far away
From where the birds sang full of mirth,
From every joy upon the earth
And what I loved each day.

Depression is the cruellest judge,
He'll sentence for no crime,
I lived behind his maudlin bars
Where even music and the stars
Fail those who must serve time.

Depression, when you shackled me
I listened to your lies,
As subject under your long reign
I lost the will and let you chain
My soul to empty skies.

Depression, though I'm free today
In dreams you still reside;
Reflected by a splintered glass
That haunts the tunnel where I pass
To reach the other side.


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Great write on how humanity screwed up Archiver I really liked the first verse with its view of life's origins

It's worse than exasperating isn't it archiver? If only, if only, you had special powers (or if I had).


It must be a rare human being who hasn't experienced some degree of depression. When my husband died I vowed to myself that I wouldn't allow myself to waste the rest of my life in depression - thankfully I succeeded.

I know it isn't that simple for many unfortunate people.

Indeed. It all seems so uncivilised and wasteful. Time we grew up.

I agree that 'Remembering depression' is spot on, particularly:

"Depression is the cruellest judge,
He'll sentence for no crime,"

Brilliant as usual Musty and thanks for the kind words about 'Time'.

I'm sorry to hear about that Biz, but I'm glad you pulled through The dreams mentioned at the end of the poem are real - occasionally I wake up from nightmares where I'm trapped in depression again. It's always a relief waking up because they're so vivid. Though uncomfortable, I much prefer a few bad dreams to the real thing.

Thank you Archiver

Reading this has depressed me Musty.

Brilliantly apt description of the 'black dog' though.

Those really are nightmares. I hope you don't get them too often. Lets hope your love of poetry, nature etc. protects you for all time.


Now Winston, don't forget, turn every negative thought into a positive one.

Thanks Troy I guess the poem's a downer, but the most important part is 'I'm free today'

Ta Biz

The fiscal strains of a national debt
Put four fine libraries under threat
But their closure has been averted
Outraged users were in time alerted
To stage their bibliophilic campaign,
If they'd go, what else might remain?

Banners brandished on local streets
"Hands off libraries" a crowd entreats.
Kill less important things, economiser,
Than a teaching aid to make us wiser.
Recycle away, expunge dirty drains,
Don't forget how to recycle brains.

For some as moi joy is unconfined,
Fate for once has been quite kind.
Pressed to take a more learned look,
Authority was wisely brought to book.

An excellent strike in favour of libraries Frank In my opinion NO library should ever be closed

I see we've passed 10000 views Well done everyone

the little men

The little men gloat, for they've won the day
And that's the thing that matters,
The little men note how we've lost our way,
How every ideal shatters,
When apathy triumphs feet turn to clay
Then freedom lies in tatters.

The little men, though a minority
Have run things through the ages,
The little men know the majority
Can be cowed down in stages,
Aware of the greatest priority,
To keep our minds in cages.

The little men claim they are decent too,
Right Honourable, supplying
Responses when called the indecent few,
They get outraged denying
Dishonesty, stating they're wise and true
(The little men love lying).


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The trouble is, they think they're big men.

Thanks Musty. Big up for the hit count & your "little men" -not for them though, of course.

Ignorance is bliss Biz

Cheers Frank

Great poem and real sentiment here Musty.

Only today I was thinking of RFK and his tragic demise and wishing we had men of his calibre in British politics.

Thanks Troy Funny you should say that about Bobby Kennedy, as I've got three or four poems in their early stages at the moment and one of them concerns his assassination.

Looking forward to reading them/it.