Hi Biz Picnic At Hanging Rock is rarely on - I had to buy it, as it's one of my favourite films.

All the material I'm currently posting is old. I've now located 400 poems on DS but there's still a long way to go before I can start my file

little leaf

Little leaf descended
Fragile, undefended,
Look where you once ended;
On a street blown from the sky
Unseen by the passers-by.

Just for me appearing
Briefly in a clearing,
With the winter nearing
Cold winds rushed and set you free
From your only home, a tree.

Sad the season felled you,
Tenderly I held you,
Picked you up, beheld you,
From the green months shaped and rolled
To a jewel of autumn gold.

Nature's inclination
Is to change creation,
After contemplation
In the breeze's constant flow
Little leaf I let you go.


©

Life was never meant to be easy
Of that I think we can be sure
If every day was a 'walk in the park'
What would living life be for

For us to fully appreciate joy
Surely we must have felt the pain
However so that we can have the sunny days
We know that we must have the rain

I know that some days are harder
I know that some days are bad
I know that no matter what we do
Some days we are left feeling sad.

Then suddenly everything is better
Everything around us is right
Despite all the hurt and the bad times
You wake up to the sun shining bright.

This is beautiful Musty

What ever happened to romance
It seems to be gone for good
Why does a young guy believe
Trying to chat u up makes him a stud
"Alright darlin do u fancy a bit"?
Doesn't do it for me at all
Next they are asking for your number
"Tomorrow beautiful I will give u a call"
What bit of Im old enough to be your mother
Do they not seem to understand
I mean they look like little uni boys
It's totally got out of hand.
Now some may think it a compliment
A young guy liking you more than the younger others
Me I want to tell them off.
And send them back home to their mothers.

Oh every word of that is so true.


That made me chuckle. (Aren't you the lucky one?)

Great to see the thread buzzing with new and old(er) talent. Sorry to bring down the tone with something I dredged from my drug fuelled hell recently:


Clear to here.

I'd climb the highest mountain for a taste of her cream.
She's making reality out of my dream.
Good looking too. 20:20 I'd say.
Now only necessary to play.

So why am I writing? Still sat here?
Too old for exciting, I am but a mere
imperfect copy of my former self.
Like one broken floppy on the blue ray shelf.

I've known the old girl most of my life.
Seen quantities you couldn't cut with your knife.
Been places, known people and had a good time.
Never imagined I'd end up in rhyme.

She made me do it. It's her you should blame.
She's like a conduit, my Mary Jane.
She's better than Jesus at healing the sick.
She so tries to please us and make us less thick
that I really believe she'll be free one day.
And that reminds me; it's my turn to play.

This hits the nail right on the head - life is about the eternal ups and downs. A lovely poem that says it all


Thanks Tominxster


An embarrassing situation I wonder if many young girls have the same desires for older blokes?


Your poetry always fascinates me Archiver - don't think I figured out who 'she' was on this occasion. I know Mary Jane's a code name for marijuana though.

Yes! As Musty says, it's an enigma - but good for exercising the little grey cells. Hope all is well now.

Thanks. Would trying to figure out who 'she' is be like trying to figure out who 'he' is in a Jack Frost poem?

If "her cream" was confusing. I watched a 'strain hunter' film recently, where the group of 'hunters' went to a region of the Himalayas to learn about the very best quality Charas, which the locals call 'cream'.

It's a great film, regardless of the subject and even has (a very little) poetry in it :

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CqFiu...eature=related


All is very very well thanks Biz.

the hot air balloon

The hot air balloon reached the loftiest height
And voyagers it carried felt bouyant and light.

They stared down at people in summertime Hants,
A maze far below populated by ants.

Amid the air they had a view to enthral,
For with such a view they could contemplate all.

How lovely to occupy space above land,
Afloat where horizons can be fully scanned.

Absorbed in the sky they were quite lost for words,
Released from dull gravity, free as the birds.

And while every voyager let stress drift away
The hot air balloon rode the breezy blue way.


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Looks interesting

Flash back, splash of early memory
Attack, flooding into brain: we are
There, in that safe womb-like nest;
My brother and I lying bare of chest
Suckling twinned to mother's breast,
One teat each to suck of her sweet
Milk, reach in natural instinctive need
The vital sap she vouchsaves to feed.
Her fur makes my mouth itch and twitch,
I'm either Romulus or Remus I know not
Which, but Rome will hail our lupine bitch.

Here, I show you a ticket to freedom
To escape from the shackles of this steely kingdom
For beyond the towering mountains
Which houses a steady and deadly lava of soldiers
Belies a life
Free of strife
And free of oppression.

Here, I show you a ticket to freedom
Travelling into the darkness
Leaving the familiar fires of dictatorship
And speeding over the refreshing river of purity
Which stands between the flames of hell
And the liberty of heaven
Beyond the snow-topped mount

Here, I don't show you a ticket to freedom
But a human barrier to our freedom
A wall of green and navy
With round cannons and unforgiving bullets
Pointing directly at us

They say it's the kingdom of heaven
But we're still living in hell
They say it's the kingdom of heaven
Clear for all to see
When the clouds obscure
And the battery smoke blinds,
When boundaries are blurred
And things spiral out of control.

So here's a ticket to freedom
Not on earth
But when your bloodied body
Is dumped and left to flow
Into the river of purity.

My mind is lost in thought
As I think of you
Everyone thought of us as soul mates
If only they all knew
You played the perfect partner
Always on my arm
Away from the lights and people
Things were far from calm.
How can one so perfect
Be so very cruel
I look back and wonder
Why I played the fool
I sometimes feel lonely
And crave the good times we had
Its sad that were very few
And most of the time it was bad
I loved you like no other
At times my love still feels strong
Why can a love so wanting
Be very very wrong
The pain of love still haunts me
There will never be anyone else
Despite the hurt there can never be another
So I would rather be by myself.

It can get a bit much sometimes. My 19 daughter laughs but my 18 year old son doesn't like the attention I get.
I just need a good middle aged guy that still not in his prep shorts

Thanks Tominxster



An embarrassing situation I wonder if many young girls have the same desires for older blokes?


I love your Hot Air Balloon poem Musty.
I've always wanted to go up in one.

Great write Frank, I thought it was autobiographical till near the end when the Romulus & Remus myth made all clear. A clever interpretation of the story's genesis.


I liked the dark atmosphere and epic scale of this Allthanks. It gave me visions of war and the sense that man always messes up.


Although there's pain in this poem Tominxster, I found it refreshingly apt for Valentine's Day. Lots of relationships go wrong and it's nice when you read something that cuts through the commercial BS of Valentine's Day.


Thanks Tominx Is it ok to call you that?

Hi Musty Tominx is fine or Tomi

That last poem actually links in with this one. Sorry in advance for the bad language

I loved you with all my heart
I loved you deep within my soul
I loved you with every breath I took
Your happiness was my only goal
You said that you adored me
You would love me for ever more
Why then did you hurt me
By walking out the door
Was it because I saw you
The real man deep inside
The one that lied and cheated
And never really tried
But of course that's not how you see it
You 'always tried your best'
You really thought you were better
Better than the rest.
Why did I love a man that hurt me
A man that would sulk for days on end
Why ever did I marry you
Why was I even your friend
You phoned the house this evening
It really was a shock
You still think your the big man
When really your a ....
So I've finally healed my broken heart
I'm happy deep inside
I can't believe how I let you affect me
I can't believe I cried
Well here I am a single woman
Never thought that would be
There's a time I would have been with you forever
But now I'm glad that I am free.

Hi Tomi I really liked this poem as it was straight from the heart - I think if you read enough poetry like I do you tend to sense honesty when it's communicated. I also liked the positive ending too

I'm a great believer in poetry being good therapy for both reader and writer.

faerie trails

Twice around the daffodils
And twice around the roses,
Once along the wooden fence
Where the shade reposes.

Thrice around the garden pond
The faerie flies and poses,
Nobody believes me though
For nobody supposes.


©

Daughter on the swing
She's too old for it really
But she looks happy.

A modern poetry classic
http://www.digitalspy.co.uk/tv/news/...oem-video.html

You have an extraordinary ability to inject wonder into the simplest of things. The mark of a true poet.


As far as I can remember - and that's not a great deal;
Mary Jane made me thicker - but happy, she made me feel


The pain sounds very fresh in this. If it's autobiographical, well done for being brave enough to walk away.

I don't know if it's a haiku but I love this piece! The image is so strong that I can see the subject clearly and I find the shortness adds to that clarity


Thanks for that Degsy, I'll have a look at the clip later


Thanks very much Patsy