The perfect remedy for horrible thoughts of the EU

We were once in Bruges, when a lady stopped us to tell us how wonderful it had been when the British soldiers arrived there at the end of World War 2. It was heart warming.

This Christmas

I haven't had the urge or inclination
To make December brighter here for years,
Each wall stayed bare of festive decoration
But they all sparkle now as Christmas nears.

To go with tinsel and stars from the attic,
Concealed in boxes, unused for so long
I've bought new things and I can feel the static
Of sparks that only Yuletide brings along.

A new tree, just a small one's proudly standing
With colours round it, purple, green and blue,
An ornamental polar bear and landing
Smile reindeers, Santa hats are hanging too.

For celebrations Christian men perfected
A pagan like me shouldn't really care
But what of these emotions unexpected?
Why do I notice magic in the air?

I do because my happiness is rarer,
When loved ones suffer there's no true accord
And though it's sometimes hard to be a carer
The caring in itself is a reward.

Yet from the grip of age that so embitters,
From endless battered hopes it's good to see
We've gained a lovely home that warmly glitters
And I've recalled what Christmas means to me.


©

It must have been such a relief to be free again Biz

I don't know how autobiographical that is Musty, but it all rings true. Many of us will have experienced varied emotions about Christmas through the years.

Recently I've been feeling that it's already lasted too long with all the hype on television, but no doubt I'll be getting the tinsel and baubles out next week.

There must still be quite a lot of people living who remember that war and the loved ones who died to save Europe. I wonder what's going through their minds now.

I have a neighbour whose new young pilot husband was killed. She had to bring up their daughter, who never knew her father, alone. Just one story of millions.

The poem is based on the truth Biz - I can't believe I've bought new stuff and decorated, the first time for ages. I believe it was a response to events in my life this year.

So many stories and as you say there are still millions we'll never know. The Second World War affected vast amounts of people. I'm glad a lot of their experiences have been recorded.

A bit of a crazy day today. Writing poetry was impossible but I'm hoping to pick it up again from tomorrow

Life's like that Musty. Make sure your poetry remains a pleasure and doesn't become a chore.

Time has passed,
And Sand has fallen,
Memories have faded,
To nostalgic dreams.

A yearn for the past,
To see their face,
Hear their voice.

Pondering how we’d act.
If we met by chance,
And if we’d bond again
Like glue to a wall.

Though that chapter is done,
A conclusion written,
Nothing more to be said.

Sometimes it is best,
To let it fall away
And remember the best.

It's always a pleasure Biz

Great last verse here Daznov and so true

Hi Dasnov. I agree with Musty,


Excellent!

Guess what Musty - I decided I didn't want to watch the Corrie v. Emmerdale quiz and flicked about, and would you believe it on channel 5 a crowded lift was in crisis - and it isn't over yet.

Good grief Biz Coincidence strikes the thread again! Mind you, being trapped in a lift's preferable to that quiz any day

I decided I couldn't stand the tension so flicked to HIGNfY, but then went back to check. and they got all the people uninjured out of the lift by incredible (and I mean incredible) means before it plummeted downwards. It clearly didn't have the safety device fitted.

I'm now going to see what I've got recorded.

It's Speed Biz! I bought the DVD the other day - keep watching, it's a great thriller

I don't need suspense at the moment, I've settled for what's left of Tony Bennett on BBC 4.


Oooops! That was a mistake - group's good though. I think I'll have an early night.

Hollywood names

I saw Tom mix
The drinks and fix
The bar, some seemed to grope
And talk inane,
Booze made John wane
Yet also gave Bob hope.

A waitress there
Gave Fred a stare
Who stopped mid-meal to say 'Oh
The burgers here
Lack flavour dear,
Please serve Virginia mayo.'

With Robert sure
But Demi more
The right sort to awaken,
Breakfast ahead,
She's out of bed
And frying Kevin bacon.

It takes a chance
To make Charles dance
And with Winona ride a
Storm but she'll choose
To let Tom cruise
Or Sam kneel down for cider.

Jim, carry all
The balls of wool,
Though sewing trade's forgotten
See Vincent price
The thread, how nice
He's selling Joseph cotton.

Watch Michael cane
Which inflicts pain
Then witness sweet and lightly
Gregory peck
A pretty neck,
He's kissing Keira nightly.

Fast steeds are best,
One sent May west,
On hearing Alan order
A horse with smiles
Took Vera miles
Across the Texan border.

A fatal hour
Gave Tyrone power,
Noel cowered at the way
A shot alone
Left Sharon stone
And poor Faye done away.

This ode is done,
It may not stun
But hopefully you'll ponder
The names it has
And all that jazz,
Like what made Henry fonder.


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The Man Who Drags His Cloud Around

Don't talk to him; he's an island of despair.
Mere words won't penetrate his self imposed vacuum
In his presence, the laughter of buttercups collapses
Like the gentle breeze of an autumn day; awaiting
The onslaught of winter's cold smile.

A drifter with roots, no soil will grasp;
For fear of contamination from dark dreams of misery.

And the man who drags his cloud around-
In near silent condemnation of the joyous ones
Whispers his hatred for all of life's happy lovers
Into the blackness of night that he wishes to embrace;
And become one with his cloud.

Very, very clever. You know your film stars as well as your music.

Awww! Poor man. Can't we do something for him. I wonder what brought him to this sorry state.

by Stephen C Watson.

Sorry Burning Egg, but DS don't allow us to quote published poetry. No problem (I think) if you are Stephen Watson though.

Hey Biz, I see you've been rhyming in the limerick thread. You'll be writing proper poetry for this thread soon, I'm sure of it.

Loving your work as always Musty. Hollywood names is indeed very clever. Thanks again.

It is one of mine but slightly amended.

I haven't written anything in a couple of years; my muse seems to have deserted me.

I think not Archiver. I used to be a regular poster in the limerick thread, but now only pop in occasionally.

Don't give up hope. If you keep on visiting here it will probably be reborn.