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This is my longest ever poem and a bit haphazard I think, but here it is anyway. It's about irrational fear. Any feedback is welcome.
Fear is a hijacker that can take us off course A stealth like enemy, it can be a violent force Sweeping down upon you You're left immobilized and frozen With a myopic view of a life that could be golden But a battle must be fought - So you live on through the plight Though, our deepest, darkest fears are often lurking out of sight A wrench in your mind, a false illusion Polluting your mind-stream, this mental intrusion But fear doesn't have to be unending The key is in sight The key is insight Some thoughts have need of mending Face your fears head on, you won't feel so heavy Investigate, explore and question your worry Take a deep breath Remember give it time Then sit back and rejoice in a soothing boat ride. |
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Some great poems here. I especially liked 'The Fossil by the Sea'.
There's something about nature poems and the sea that I just love. One of my favourites is 'Song for the Wandering Jew' by Wordsworth which isn't entirely set by the sea, but the imagery is wonderful. |
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Distraction (an acrostic)
Disease
Is Stultifying To Relaxation A Chastisement That Importunes Onerously Normality [sorry I've been unable to be here regularly lately] (my painful distractions have disrupted the pleasure normally derived from my participating with Musty & co.here). Frank |
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Fear is a hijacker that can take us off course
A stealth like enemy, it can be a violent force Sweeping down upon you You're left immobilized and frozen With a myopic view of a life that could be golden I can relate very strongly to this poem. I used to live in Brixton right next to what was called the 'Front Line'. The urban unrest that led to eventual riots certainly increased my fear, of which I already had a lot psychologically. Fear can be disabling and your poem hit that point and its meanings head-on.Quote:
Some great poems here. I especially liked 'The Fossil by the Sea'.
There's something about nature poems and the sea that I just love. One of my favourites is 'Song for the Wandering Jew' by Wordsworth which isn't entirely set by the sea, but the imagery is wonderful. Quote:
[sorry I've been unable to be here regularly lately]
(my painful distractions have disrupted the pleasure normally derived from my participating with Musty & co.here). Frank
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Hello all.
Hope you're keeping warm, especially you Frank.
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This is my longest ever poem and a bit haphazard I think, but here it is anyway. It's about irrational fear. Any feedback is welcome.
Fear is a hijacker that can take us off course
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Postcode
Postcodes are just numbers
Postcodes are just letters Postcodes mean so much more A postcode means divisions Like two enemies at war, in battle, at the deep end One daren't cross the postcode border Separated by a foaming river of blood The blood of gangland traitors One daren't swim in the red river of modern-day Judases, For they are poisoned and brainwashed Sure, a postcode is just numbers Postcodes mean so much more A postcode could put on knife edge With the yardie border police ready to strike. |
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A Friend In Need
Some things in humans' experience never end
Such as constancy in a truly genuine friend, If you have any, they can make a little amends For an unruly fractious bit of life's archest trends; We, storm-afflicted chaff, its waves ever send To Everest's crest but downwards then descend And so need others to gather us up, and so, mend. (thanks Biz and Musty for recent comments, yes too cold and under the doctor). |
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The Fastwitch spell.
Won't someone play with me? Disregard my vagrancy. My sad demeanour. My bottle of cleaner. Look here; I can do tricks. This is called bones a fix. And with that she stood upright. From her fingers shone a light and as if by magic charm my complex broken arm felt new and somehow stronger. I waited no longer. How's that you did I said, but it came out wrong. Instead, it sounded like a roar and my foot count was now four! She uttered one short phrase. I am he who obeys. A simple gesture of her hand. I am hers to command. She rode me hard and well. As far as I could tell we were going much faster than skin and bone could master. And yet, I hardly tired. What madness then had fired my mind that awful night. A quadruped in flight! Was it just a vivid dream? Every night I hear her scream and I shudder at the thought of another poor soul caught in that old hag's need of inhuman speed. I sometimes go out looking. I keep some crystal cooking. Doesn't say it in words, but once ridden, always hers. |
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Hello all.
Hope you're keeping warm, especially you Frank.![]() Thanks everyone for the recent poems, I enjoyed them all. Unfortunately my personal situation's going to keep me away from here for a while. Writing anything's currently impossible and I've even had to stop sifting through my old poems. I hope to be back as soon as possible to contribute to the thread but this is a very unpredictable time I'm afraid. Still, chin up and ever onwards. Take care my friends ![]() Musty x |
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Sorry to hear that Musty. I really enjoyed the couple of oldies you reposted recently. I hope you can maybe do that some more when you get back to sorting through them again.
Hopefully the new contributing poets will continue to entertain us, but you really are the best and I'm sure I speak for us all when I say I look forward to your speedy return. |
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Very best wishes, Musty; it's quite nerve-wrecking, the prospect of posting on here, and you've always been the first to welcome wannabe poets and encourage everyone.
The Spine of Mosuo Men.....Live Better, with women in charge. The provocative spine of Mos-u-o write large. A complete matriarchy, traditions foot tight, An incongruous idyll, patriarchy outside. In a corner of China, they select the One - the most capable female - the daughter - not son. On the surface, an absence of jealousy; hate, Where the women are given to all dominate. Taking to her a lover; 'walking marriage', it's called. To her bed in the darkness, he's summoned, he's falled. When she tires of him, she can let go - find another. And the child stays always at the hearth of the mother. So your male-line role model's your cousin or brother. Not your father, he's not yours, he's kin to another. There's a strange kind of logic, an odd type of sense, Blood is thicker than water, famil-y's a good fence. It's a challenging concept, but one worth a glance, As our Western conventions lead love on a dance of material conflict and dirty divorces; Of messy custodials, horses for courses. Has monogamy failed? Are we stuck on a notion, that is flawed as a precept - Aphrodite's love potion? Can we hold up our hands and say that we were wrong? Can we shred all the lyrics of every love song? |
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The Fastwitch spell.
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The Spine of Mosuo Must say your questions open a real can of worms. ![]() Quote:
Thanks everyone for the recent poems, I enjoyed them all. Unfortunately my personal situation's going to keep me away from here for a while. Writing anything's currently impossible and I've even had to stop sifting through my old poems. I hope to be back as soon as possible to contribute to the thread but this is a very unpredictable time I'm afraid. Still, chin up and ever onwards. Take care my friends ![]() Musty x
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Sorry to hear that Musty. I really enjoyed the couple of oldies you reposted recently. I hope you can maybe do that some more when you get back to sorting through them again.
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Very best wishes, Musty; it's quite nerve-wrecking, the prospect of posting on here, and you've always been the first to welcome wannabe poets and encourage everyone.
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Yes! Keep on keeping on Musty - it's all we can do.
![]() Things have taken an unexpected turn for the better and I'll now be able to visit here again. However, writing's still out of the question so I'll be sending in oldies as Archiver mentioned.I'll also be re-reading the recent poems posted and commenting on each one individually. Poetry often takes great effort to write and I always find feedback makes that effort worthwhile ( thanks Biz ).Try not to be nervous Patsy - luckily the thread isn't a scholars' court passing judgement on what's intellectually 'correct'. I'd have jumped ship if it had developed like that
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I'll trot out an irritating cliche (it's a talent I do have) - what doesn't destroy you makes you stronger (or something like that). It certainly makes you appreciate the good times.
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The bar Manet made immortal
That great portfolio of his Established Manet, while Le Bar des Folie-Bergère is Still able to beguile. Here is the counter where they sell Those liquors to sustain And here's the lovely serving girl Who greets the shy and vain. And there behind, reflected by A mirror shine the lights From chandeliers that dignify The long Montmartre nights. Within the mirror waits a man Whose order she will pour, The thirst of an intended plan; A drink or something more. A barmaid's smile that hints to us, A customer who waits And while these two are frozen thus The looker contemplates. More than a social meeting place, The Folie-Bergère bar Allows humanity to face What night's desires are. © |
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I love reading poetry. I don't write poems like some of the ones on here that have really blown me away. Makes my attempts look somewhat failing. Everyday I write a '5 minute poem' and place it on my facebook. below are yesterdays and Fridays poems.
Yesterdays ![]() I miss you with my heart I feel it deep within my soul Time is passing by quicker and quicker The tears are taking their toll Don't feel that all have forgotten you Some of us still feel the pain No-one will ever take your place Despite the trying it would never be the same So remember how we love you The kids and I miss you every day Your memory will be kept alive I promise No-one will ever take that away You left the strongest of legacies The children have inherited your good heart They have the strength you instilled in them every day This family will not fall apart. So Mum I promise you this I will keep your legacy alive No matter what is thrown at us This family will survive. ![]() Love you xxxxxx Fridays So its coming up to valentines day Once again I'm a single girl Im not really the romantic sort And all that slush makes me want to hurl Although I'm not into the soppy stuff A card would be pretty nice A bunch of flowers or chocs maybe Even a single rose would suffice So if you want to make this old girl smile You never know it could be fate Take pity and send me something nice Before I'm past my sell by date. Thanks in advance for the valentine pressies guys xx
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I'll trot out an irritating cliche (it's a talent I do have) - what doesn't destroy you makes you stronger (or something like that). It certainly makes you appreciate the good times.
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I love reading poetry. I don't write poems like some of the ones on here that have really blown me away. Makes my attempts look somewhat failing. Everyday I write a '5 minute poem' and place it on my facebook. below are yesterdays and Fridays poems.
Thanks in advance for the valentine pressies guys xx![]() Don't worry about comparisons, no one compares the material here ![]() I found yesterday's poem truly touching, probably more so because it's relevant to my current situation. It's obviously a deeply heartfelt piece. The emotional 'wallop' of a poem is always what I remember and that one has a strong and moving impact. Friday's is entertaining and the end made me laugh I'm not due for a Valentine card either ![]() Please feel free to contribute any time Tominxster
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Thanks again Biz
![]() Hi Tominxster and welcome to the thread ![]() Don't worry about comparisons, no one compares the material here ![]() I found yesterday's poem truly touching, probably more so because it's relevant to my current situation. It's obviously a deeply heartfelt piece. The emotional 'wallop' of a poem is always what I remember and that one has a strong and moving impact. Friday's is entertaining and the end made me laugh I'm not due for a Valentine card either ![]() Please feel free to contribute any time Tominxster ![]() Thank you Mr Mustard. Tis a pleasure to be here. I am sorry to here that yesterdays is relevant to your current situation. My thoughts are with you. I have to say that Confessions of a Scrumper made me laugh. I used to go scrumping when I was a younger lass. Despite being the only girl I could climb up the trees quicker than most. I liked the ending because its so true, I don't think kids really have the same fun now that we had when we were younger. |
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One daren't swim in the red river of modern-day Judases,
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Some things in humans' experience never end
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The Fastwitch spell.
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It's a challenging concept, but one worth a glance,
As our Western conventions lead love on a dance of material conflict and dirty divorces; Of messy custodials, horses for courses. |
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Thank you Mr Mustard. Tis a pleasure to be here. I am sorry to here that yesterdays is relevant to your current situation. My thoughts are with you.
I have to say that Confessions of a Scrumper made me laugh. I used to go scrumping when I was a younger lass. Despite being the only girl I could climb up the trees quicker than most. I liked the ending because its so true, I don't think kids really have the same fun now that we had when we were younger. Glad to hear you were a scrumper Health & safety laws and fear of crime have decimated childhood fun IMO. I'll try to repost Colin's Conker some time, another oldie of mine on the same subject
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I love reading poetry. I don't write poems like some of the ones on here that have really blown me away. Makes my attempts look somewhat failing. Everyday I write a '5 minute poem' and place it on my facebook. below are yesterdays and Fridays poems.
Yesterdays ![]() I miss you with my heart I feel it deep within my soul Time is passing by quicker and quicker The tears are taking their toll Don't feel that all have forgotten you Some of us still feel the pain No-one will ever take your place Despite the trying it would never be the same So remember how we love you The kids and I miss you every day Your memory will be kept alive I promise No-one will ever take that away You left the strongest of legacies The children have inherited your good heart They have the strength you instilled in them every day This family will not fall apart. So Mum I promise you this I will keep your legacy alive No matter what is thrown at us This family will survive. ![]() Love you xxxxxx Fridays So its coming up to valentines day Once again I'm a single girl Im not really the romantic sort And all that slush makes me want to hurl Although I'm not into the soppy stuff A card would be pretty nice A bunch of flowers or chocs maybe Even a single rose would suffice So if you want to make this old girl smile You never know it could be fate Take pity and send me something nice Before I'm past my sell by date. Thanks in advance for the valentine pressies guys xx![]() It's in the post
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the haunting mystery
Took place on St Valentine's Day nineteen-hundred, A special atmosphere As the gathering rested for a while Watches stopped, The excitement of the school outing slowed, Everything slowed To a haze at the picnic, Strangely calm entering dreamtime The beautiful girl who went missing With her friends A Botticelli angel And Hanging Rock pinned against the sky, Keeping secrets forever © |
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the haunting mystery
© I'm glad none of my school trips went there. ![]() I haven't read the book or seen the film. I wonder if it will be on television. I'll look out for it.
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I can relate very strongly to this poem. I used to live in Brixton right next to what was called the 'Front Line'. The urban unrest that led to eventual riots certainly increased my fear, of which I already had a lot psychologically. Fear can be disabling and your poem hit that point and its meanings head-on.

