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Old 09-04-2012, 06:58
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The Cloud

The vale was sunny and pleasant
As I hiked across the way,
Till a cloud appeared in the distance,
A juggernaut vast and grey.

No thunder or bolts of lightning,
No storm-driven gusts were planned,
Just a battleship slowly sailing
Over surrendered land.

The countryside lost importance
As the cloud enlarged on high,
A dark unashamed visitation
Filling the canvas of sky.

That all-enveloping giant
Conquered from west to east;
Where horizons lost former colour
Regions of shadow increased.

Despite the looming oppression
And lack of anything blue
I never sensed total foreboding
Yet smiled when the sun broke through.

And then the beams formed a heaven,
A reprieve had been allowed
And angels arrived in the darkness
Of a suddenly changing cloud.


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Old 09-04-2012, 18:07
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Ms Jordan Dunn,
Ms Jordan Dunn
Seeing her dancing
She's sort of a hun
Around a white handbag
At quarter to one,
Off her face with vodka shots
Eyelashes peeling
False tan on the run.
What's not to fancy?
Bra's already undone.
Ms Dunn for me or me mate
When the pound coin is spun.
Ms Jordan Dunn,
Ms Jordan Dunn,
In the club in the dark
She's our bit of fun.
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Old 09-04-2012, 18:11
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LOL, what a great contemporary take on John Betjeman's object of affection Frank
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Old 09-04-2012, 18:21
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LOL, what a great contemporary take on John Betjeman's object of affection Frank
Gosh that was quick Musty - I was still editing, adding another ending, afterthoughts. Thanks.
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Old 09-04-2012, 18:38
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Avebury in its original state would have been amazing Biz - each stone avenue was a mile long! Alas, those in ignorance of our heritage destroyed it. Luckily, what's left is still incredible

No one explains it better than Julian Cope, one of my heroes

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hr5a0WqlYE0
Amazing indeed. I wonder how they discovered that the mound was originally gleaming white.

Very atmospheric Musty - There were a few shafts of sunlight here today, but that cloud you mention has been omnipotent. (If you see what I mean.)

Ms Dunn [pastiche updating of Miss J Hunter Dunn]
Oooer Frank - it sounds as if you and your mate had had a few too.
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Old 09-04-2012, 19:48
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Gosh that was quick Musty - I was still editing, adding another ending, afterthoughts. Thanks.
I happened to be online at the same time as you Frank

Amazing indeed. I wonder how they discovered that the mound was originally gleaming white.
As always, opinions differ among the experts Biz. Some archeologists believe Silbury Hill's chalk was turfed over deliberately as soon as it was built. We'll never have all the answers.

We have the same weather here - it's actually nice to see a bit of rain again, especially as the reservoirs are running low
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Oooer Frank - it sounds as if you and your mate had had a few too.
The fictional characters Biz maybe, whose promiscuity is described, of course neither I nor any of my real friends being so implicated I hasten to declare.
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Old 10-04-2012, 10:42
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We'll never have all the answers.
Sums up the human condition precisely Musty.

The fictional characters Biz maybe, whose promiscuity is described, of course neither I nor any of my real friends being so implicated I hasten to declare.
Hahahaha! You mean poets use their imagination Frank?


..........You shouldn't take everything I say literally either you know.
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Old 10-04-2012, 15:18
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Hahahaha! You mean poets use their imagination Frank?
.You shouldn't take everything I say literally either you know.
Of course Biz just covering my mates legally speaking, you can't take any chances in the Twitterdom of today, even publishing anonymously. I know something of your sense of humour by now you know. You're not German are you?
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Old 10-04-2012, 16:15
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. You're not German are you?
Hahahahahaha! You are a wag Frank. Would I bag your sunlounger?
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Old 11-04-2012, 01:51
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In an upper room of a suburban house,
Lowering her eyes from the pop pin-up
Photo above a bed a woman lies down,
Head on a soft pillow. "God, it's so hard,"
She says, slipping under the eiderdown,
Her body moulding into a foetal shape.
Here her little girl had nightly taken ease
Sweet memory of Mum's kiss, now she's
Gone, her little pearl. She'll so miss this,
Those many magic moments they shared
Young, innocent, with freckles, often scared;
Now it's me, she thought, who's unprepared,
A hollow in a bed , and life to be remade.
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Old 11-04-2012, 14:00
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A perfect picture of private grief Frank.
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Now it's me, she thought, who's unprepared,
A hollow in a bed, and life to be remade.
A very moving poem Frank - the intimacy of the details give this real impact.
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Old 11-04-2012, 19:04
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Boulevard of Lovers Bar

Boulevard of Lovers Bar,
Neon sign of blue
Calling people from afar,
Happily they queue.

Here Art Deco lanterns give
Misfits hope at night,
Tables for the lonely with
Bottled candlelight.

Outsiders who need release
Sample gold absinthe,
Ornaments portraying Greece,
Bacchus on a plinth.

Omens of Vienna's end,
Renoir paintings shine,
Atmospheric scenes befriend,
As does vintage wine.

Alcoves where the couples go,
While somewhat apart
Others sit to see the show
That is due to start:

On a darkened stage exempt
From life's moral way
Femme fatales prepare to tempt
With their cabaret.

Curtains part, the girls revive
Hearts in married debt,
Sensually they pose and writhe,
Making men forget.

Bodies let the music lead,
Lissom and supreme,
Semi-naked, glad to feed
Lust's forbidden dream.

Those desires you choose to keep
Always have a cost,
There's a high price when the deep
Rubicon is crossed.

Modern fashions tend to mar
But she'll last I think;
Boulevard of Lovers Bar,
Where the poets drink.



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Old 11-04-2012, 22:08
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Boulevard of Lovers Bar

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Modern fashions tend to mar
But she'll last I think;
Boulevard of Lovers Bar,
Where the poets drink.

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Ach these poets! What are they like?

From Chambers Dictionary :-

"fantasy or phantasy noun (fantasies or phantasies) 1 a pleasant daydream; something longed-for but unlikely to happen. 2 a mistaken notion. 3 imaginings. 4 the activity of imagining. 5 a product of the imagination; a fanciful piece of writing, music, film-making, etc. fantasist noun.
ETYMOLOGY: 14c, in the sense 'delusive imagination': from Greek phantasia image in the mind, imagination.
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Old 12-04-2012, 09:05
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From Chambers Dictionary :-

"fantasy or phantasy noun (fantasies or phantasies) 1 a pleasant daydream; something longed-for but unlikely to happen. 2 a mistaken notion. 3 imaginings. 4 the activity of imagining. 5 a product of the imagination; a fanciful piece of writing, music, film-making, etc. fantasist noun.
ETYMOLOGY: 14c, in the sense 'delusive imagination': from Greek phantasia image in the mind, imagination.
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That sums it up Biz, especially point 1 Thanks for posting those definitions
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Old 12-04-2012, 20:50
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Time does not exist

Time is non-existent,
Though it will resist,
Solid and persistent,
Time does not exist.

Pink Floyd deemed it stronger,
Dali watches melt
But it's lasted longer
Than Orion's belt.

How has this arisen?
Why on earth do we
Tolerate this prison?
Listen now to me:

Throughout autumn's season
When leaves fall in wealth,
Time is not the reason,
More the tree itself.

And although it cages
With a key that locks
Humans lived for ages
Free of any clocks;

Both the sun's subsidence
And the moonrise paved
All the farming guidance
Ancient people craved.

Then Time was invented,
Coldly primed to spoil,
Tying regimented
Masses to their toil.

Poor as rats in ditches,
While the workers tried
Bosses gained the riches
Schedules now supplied.

A void, a blank, a nothing
Ratified by us,
Straining hard and puffing,
Weary from the fuss.

Though we'll be resistant
Laying in our graves,
Time is non-existent
And we are the slaves.



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Old 12-04-2012, 22:22
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Time does not exist

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It's odd isn't it? I've got more clocks in my house now than I've ever had - fortunately most of them are radio-controlled, but I must admit to being irritated by having to keep appointments and to have to get up in time to pay the blinking milkman.
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Old 12-04-2012, 23:28
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It's odd isn't it? I've got more clocks in my house now than I've ever had - fortunately most of them are radio-controlled, but I must admit to being irritated by having to keep appointments and to have to get up in time to pay the blinking milkman.
I recently bought an ornamental Dali melting watch Biz - it hangs over the top of one of my bookshelves

The poem's about something that's always struck me as very odd, the fact that time doesn't exist but we really believe it does. Seconds, minutes and hours are inventions. All were created as measuring devices. Yet we often talk about time as if it's actually a real thing - it isn't and never has been.
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Old 13-04-2012, 10:10
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I recently bought an ornamental Dali melting watch Biz - it hangs over the top of one of my bookshelves

The poem's about something that's always struck me as very odd, the fact that time doesn't exist but we really believe it does. Seconds, minutes and hours are inventions. All were created as measuring devices. Yet we often talk about time as if it's actually a real thing - it isn't and never has been.
Oh it exists all right; time would pass whether we measured it or not. We're just lucky that someone else created systems to enable us to keep some sort of order in our lives and (try to) keep chaos at bay.

Dali certainly had issues with time, but then he had his very own take on reality. Interesting that you bought one of his timepieces.
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Old 13-04-2012, 12:37
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Oh it exists all right; time would pass whether we measured it or not. We're just lucky that someone else created systems to enable us to keep some sort of order in our lives and (try to) keep chaos at bay.
But time doesn't exist Biz. Time isn't an entity, it has no shape, form, substance or mind. Gravity exists because we know of its effects, as does the wind. Both of them are invisible but present. Time isn't like that, there's no such thing.
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Old 13-04-2012, 12:53
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But time doesn't exist Biz. Time isn't an entity, it has no shape, form, substance or mind. Gravity exists because we know of its effects, as does the wind. Both of them are invisible but present. Time isn't like that, there's no such thing.
My mirror tells me that time has an effect.
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Old 13-04-2012, 16:11
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Time does not exist

Time is non-existent,
Though it will resist,
Solid and persistent,
Time does not exist.

Pink Floyd deemed it stronger,
Dali watches melt
But it's lasted longer
Than Orion's belt.

How has this arisen?
Why on earth do we
Tolerate this prison?
Listen now to me:

Throughout autumn's season
When leaves fall in wealth,
Time is not the reason,
More the tree itself.

And although it cages
With a key that locks
Humans lived for ages
Free of any clocks;

Both the sun's subsidence
And the moonrise paved
All the farming guidance
Ancient people craved.

Then Time was invented,
Coldly primed to spoil,
Tying regimented
Masses to their toil.

Poor as rats in ditches,
While the workers tried
Bosses gained the riches
Schedules now supplied.

A void, a blank, a nothing
Ratified by us,
Straining hard and puffing,
Weary from the fuss.

Though we'll be resistant
Laying in our graves,
Time is non-existent
And we are the slaves.



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Excellent musing on the enemy Musty. Our need to run on time going back as you say to the ancestor of clocks the sundial. Oh and many moons passing as the first Yanks said. Thanks for the comment on my last poem.
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Old 13-04-2012, 19:41
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My mirror tells me that time has an effect.
Quite Biz, but your point is answered in the poem too:

Throughout autumn's season
When leaves fall in wealth,
Time is not the reason,
More the tree itself.

The effects of age are caused by the gradual decline of the body itself, not time. I guess it might be best to agree to disagree on this whole time thing though

Excellent musing on the enemy Musty. Our need to run on time going back as you say to the ancestor of clocks the sundial. Oh and many moons passing as the first Yanks said.
Ta Frank
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Old 13-04-2012, 20:04
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I guess it might be best to agree to disagree on this whole time thing though
Or we could have a big bust-up and vow never to speak to each other again. One thing I do know for certain, time goes faster now than it used to.
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