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Is Poetry a Dead Art? (Part 3)
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howmanytimes
08-02-2012
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.
howmanytimes
08-02-2012
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.
Noe Soap
09-02-2012
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
mr. mustard
09-02-2012
Originally Posted by howmanytimes:
“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”

Hi Howmany 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.

Originally Posted by howmanytimes:
“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.”

Thanks Howmany - the material on the thread has always been varied but I too love nature poetry. I've seen the Wandering Jew poem in a Wordsworth collection I have but I don't think I've read it.

Originally Posted by Noe Soap:
“[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”

No worries Frank and it's nice to see you back here - a good acrostic BTW
Biz
09-02-2012
Hello all. Hope you're keeping warm, especially you Frank.
allthingsuk
09-02-2012
Originally Posted by howmanytimes:
“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”

Your poem is so true howmanytimes - great image of describing fear as "polluting your mind-stream", and the fact that fear distorts and to a more extreme extent, poisons your thoughts and perceptions of reality. Great stuff.
allthingsuk
09-02-2012
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.
Noe Soap
09-02-2012
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).
archiver
10-02-2012
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.
mr. mustard
10-02-2012
Originally Posted by Biz:
“Hello all. Hope you're keeping warm, especially you Frank.”

H Biz

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
archiver
10-02-2012
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.
patsylimerick
11-02-2012
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?
Biz
11-02-2012
Originally Posted by allthingsuk:
“Postcode”

Originally Posted by Noe Soap:
“A Friend in Need”

Originally Posted by archiver:
“The Fastwitch spell.
”

I've got to say all of these gave me a shiver to match the weather. Keep safe and get well all, and keep on writing.

Originally Posted by patsylimerick:
“
The Spine of Mosuo
”

I've never heard of Mosuo before Patsy - there's always something new to learn on here.

Must say your questions open a real can of worms.



Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“
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”

Yes! Keep on keeping on Musty - it's all we can do.
mr. mustard
12-02-2012
Originally Posted by archiver:
“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.”

Originally Posted by patsylimerick:
“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.”

Originally Posted by Biz:
“Yes! Keep on keeping on Musty - it's all we can do. ”

Thanks so much Patsy, Archiver & Biz for the support 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
Biz
12-02-2012
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.
mr. mustard
12-02-2012
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.


©
Tominxster
12-02-2012
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
mr. mustard
12-02-2012
Originally Posted by Biz:
“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. ”

Thanks again Biz

Originally Posted by Tominxster:
“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”

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
Tominxster
12-02-2012
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“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.
mr. mustard
12-02-2012
Originally Posted by allthingsuk:
“One daren't swim in the red river of modern-day Judases,
For they are poisoned and brainwashed”

Great comment on the horrible gangs that plague urban areas Allthings - I wonder if these are replacing families, which are becoming a rare thing in some areas.

Originally Posted by Noe Soap:
“Some things in humans' experience never end
Such as constancy in a truly genuine friend,”

True friends are rare but so valuable Frank, well written. I hope you get well soon

Originally Posted by archiver:
“The Fastwitch spell.”

I took this to be about an addict who hallucinated sex with a witch Archiver - I might be wrong but either way it was a fascinating read.

Originally Posted by patsylimerick:
“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.”

It does seem like marriage is failing as a concept in the west. I guess it's swings and roundabouts; in the old days people would stay trapped for years in unhappy marriages. An incisive look at how different cultures address the issue Patsy - food for thought.
mr. mustard
12-02-2012
Originally Posted by 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.”

Thank you Tominxster - please call me Musty BTW

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
patsylimerick
12-02-2012
Originally Posted by Tominxster:
“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
Tominxster
12-02-2012
Originally Posted by patsylimerick:
“ It's in the post ”


Oh thank you kindly
mr. mustard
13-02-2012
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


©
Biz
13-02-2012
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“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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