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Remembrance of a Violinist on the Titanic
We played despite the hand of fate Which brought the ship to harm, Disaster struck upon that date, While rescue would be far too late For most, we played with calm. The captain stared at us, beneath His stoic smile I sensed A shaken man who'd lost belief, Though our performing time was brief The next tune still commenced. Somehow the sound of strings redeemed, A vague comfort we hoped But panic rose as water teemed, The children wept and mothers screamed Until the deck was sloped. We looked up high at stars galore Then instruments were downed, We shared a final thought of awe And in the final crashing roar Our melodies, they drowned. © |
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Or we could have a big bust-up and vow never to speak to each other again.
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© I wouldn't be surprised if the current activities have affected cruise bookings. Your poem is a touching reminder of the heroism of ordinary people.
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Your poem is a touching reminder of the heroism of ordinary people.
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A grand national disgrace
The crowds cheer jockeys trying, Quite happy to forget How random odds of dying Accompany each bet. The winning wallet thickens, Though cash will be enjoyed The shame of Aintree sickens When horses are destroyed. © |
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I'm off to Aberdeenshire for a much-needed break
While there I'm hoping to visit some of the area's recumbent stone circles. These are largely unique to Aberdeenshire and I can't wait! Midmar Kirk and Sunhoney are on my list.I'll be computer-less on the trip, something that doesn't bother me in the least But it means I'll be away from the thread until Wednesday or Thursday. Any contributions in that time will be gratefully received - I don't think this place will ever sink ![]() Speak soon my friends
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Computerless!
Don't forget your pen and have a wonderful break. Here's one for a Sunday sing. ![]() To Be Saved. Back me up in three locations Save me to thy mega drive Suffer then no devastation unto this my diatribe. Save me save me save me save me save me to thy mega drive. Consult me for information? I would just say do thy thing to ensure perpetuation of this time when we can sing: Save me save me save me save me save me to-oo thy meg a drive. Give me strength of good encryption. Keep me from their prying eyes. Seems to me that our convictions save us wearing any ties. Freedom freedom freedom freedom freedom from uncertain ties. Ponder on the pond of pond life Push the paper boat afloat Data hath eternal long life Save me now doth get my vote. Save me save me save me save me Save me now doth get my vote. Unto this make more additions keep it flowing virally saving all future renditions in infinite libraries. Save me save me save me save me in infinite libraries. Lead me nowhere, I go my way unto places soft as love. Feed me no more bullshit thy way. Save me in the cloud above. Save me save me save me save me save me in the cloud above. Here and now is good for saving for the children and theirs too. From those whom in armour plating would create a man of you. Kill you kill you kill you kill you to create a man of you. Save us then from exploitation. Let us dream what we can do. Onward with some trepidation taking care that what we do... Careful, Careful, Careful, Careful. Taking care that what we do somewhat saves us from extinction, for that is that which we do. One day Man could gain distinction in the galaxy's who's who. No extinction. No extinction. In our galaxy who's who. Sorry to hijack the rhythm into I they did instil words triumphant for revision echoed from each little hill: Praise Him Praise Him. Praise Him Prays hymn. Sundays you can hear it still. Now it's time to make a cuppa Likewise just do what thou wilt, but remember mea culpa if thy cup doth geteth spilt. Mea culpa make a cuppa Hope thou didst enjoy the lilt.
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I'm off to Aberdeenshire for a much-needed break
While there I'm hoping to visit some of the area's recumbent stone circles. These are largely unique to Aberdeenshire and I can't wait! Midmar Kirk and Sunhoney are on my list.I'll be computer-less on the trip, something that doesn't bother me in the least But it means I'll be away from the thread until Wednesday or Thursday. Any contributions in that time will be gratefully received - I don't think this place will ever sink ![]() Speak soon my friends ![]() ![]() Quote:
Here's one for a Sunday sing.
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........................... Great ending. I feel I should know which hymn tune, but perhaps it's too long since I sang or listened to one. Mea culpa make a cuppa Hope thou didst enjoy the lilt.
However If you divulge which one it is, I promise to sing your creation in the privacy of my own home.
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Thanks a lot Biz. It's loosely based on Guide Me Oh Thou Great Redeemer (or, more honestly I got the 'refrains' completely wrong
).There's been a fair few religiousy threads recently, which must have dug up some old memories, is my excuse. Pretty sure I saw you in one. ![]() It's a super day here. Hope you're finding the same. |
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Ah Google's a wonderful thing. I listened to "Guide me" sung by what sounded like a Welsh male voice choir on Songs of Praise - and although I didn't sing your version out loud as promised, I did mouth your words as they played in my head.
I seriously would love to hear that sung on television, because it just gets cleverer on further readings. I did pop into a religious thread recently despite the fact that I've had more arguments on them than you can imagine. I try to avoid the hassle these days. ![]() It's been a very changeable day here, but I did manage two spells sitting in the hot sunshine - lovely.
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Titanic Too
A time to raise an old Titanic one prev. posted.
R.M.S. Titanic In a new century not long yet in the turning home fires of the world were happily burning. Gestated from the deep womb of the Atlantic was a story dramatic, tragic and romantic. Below, in chandelier-lit salon of the sinking ship a strewn champagne glass rolls and twinkles. On deck, a musician's first tutored chord in his far-off conservatoire echoes and tinkles. Lives flash through minds, icy waters drip, at hazard the prospects of all souls aboard. A gambler tossing his final losing hand in makes swerving way up a first class stair swept mid throng of strangers, kith and kin; no hurry, the code as males were all aware: women and children first to fill the boats. Such were morals and the decorum as R.M.S. Titanic floats though holed in Atlantic iciness. In the freezing chill and darkness She is still ... a band plays on as to the end in duty on and on, so bravely will, as long as they can stand. Ladies cried loudly leaving sad husbands behind, uncertainty of reunion afflicts each wifely mind dark thoughts such victims think as hope sinks. Husbands watch wives on lifeboats safe away precious ones may live on, fervently they pray. Mrs.Ida Straus would not depart and quit her Mr., Isidor, they were together from the start, she said and would not allow him to go before. Potentates of great estate ponder the fickleness and vicissitudes of fate. the foundering of this great ship and state. It was by God so unthinkable, claimed by her makers as watertight and unsinkable. Thomas Andrews, a Belfast man had drawn the plans and sailing's shortest straw, his ship was surely going down as he so plainly saw, R.M.S.Titanic had not long; lifeboats though few he would try to get full and away, he organised their best dispatch, he himself would stay. Well-off cabin and poor steerage passengers both on par in growing perturbation share fears tears and desperation. A grand White Star lady brought all down to equal station, crew and officers' realization: no boats nor sure salvation. Radio calls and flares had all gone off no sign yet of relief a cleric intones a prayer to God seeking succour from belief. Man had confronted an impenetrable wall of Nature and lost, Her mighty berg of frozen water dominates the seas untossed. Titanic ill luck, that curse of life, had dogged this maiden's trip, not admitting of disaster quite unprepared for misfortune's grip. Costs: priority of the day, ceded fewer lifeboat places than souls, H.M.Board of Trade safety orders, were like Titanic, full of holes. Warnings of nearby ice threat sent through confusions unreceived, vain attempts to signal distress all misunderstood or not believed. By irony the nearest ship of sunny name S.S.California belated came, too late for her Captain Lord to gain credit or shed the blot of blame; by then Titanic's Master Captain Smith was gone as was his mighty ship. Mr.Marconi's radio telegraph had failed to help upon that fateful day, in spite of mankind's machinations a perverse Luck had greatest sway. |
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Cheers Dude
From the distance music come far a man stands holding his guitar playing the tunes stamping his feet passers-by toss money and meet with a greet the hat, the guy hey, a happy beat. |
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Aaahhh! "Spread a little happiness." I wonder what the musician's story was. :sleep: but he was a fellow I came across yesterday while in Kingston outside Bentalls shopping centre, he was very good. The person I was with, gave some money as mutual appreciation for his talent and the guy said "Cheers Dude" to him
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Not sure about the musician's story
but he was a fellow I came across yesterday while in Kingston outside Bentalls shopping centre, he was very good. The person I was with, gave some money as mutual appreciation for his talent and the guy said "Cheers Dude" to him ![]()
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I wonder what his reaction would be if you gave him a copy of your poem. You should try it if you see him again.
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Unfortunately his reaction may be that is one strange woman
![]() If you had been he would probably be very touched and treasure it - as you're a woman, perhaps he might misunderstand your intentions.
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- as you're a woman, perhaps he might misunderstand your intentions.
![]() I was very impressed with his singing as were lots of other people. He did a Bob Dylan song as I walked away.
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I was very impressed with his singing as were lots of other people. He did a Bob Dylan song as I walked away.![]()
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The Wretched Sod.
How deep is the ocean? How thin is the sky? My love and devotion to those who do try to answer the questions without any lies. Consider suggestions knowing how time flies. How bad is the damage to our pleasure dome? I hope we do manage. We are not alone. All over the planet the science of change as I understand it is within our range. How rare is the feeling to love to be fair in all of our dealing with kindness to spare. The future is scary. Like; when was it not? No god or sky fairy quite got the plot. I say - we are human and here we reside. No final solution to here be applied. No reason for killing for some ancient god. It's our blood soaking the wretched sod. |
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The Wretched Sod.
I see that Abu Ben Adhem fellow is messing us about again - funny old world.
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Biz, you're too kind. I think today's going to be a somewhat mushy one for me. I'm usually pretty strong, but I've welled up twice already.
![]() ![]() I recommend the 'When you die..." thread, if you've time. Skip my own nonsense (there's enough of that here). Some - most of the posts are beautiful. ![]() I wonder if Aberdeen Musty is reconnected yet.
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Thanks for all the good wishes everyone, the break was inspirational and I think it had a healing effect on me too. We visited seven stone circles in one day Aberdeenshire has over a hundred and sixty just in that area, off the beaten track but amazing ![]() Quote:
To Be Saved.
Ponder on the pond of pond life Push the paper boat afloat Praise Him Praise Him. Praise Him Prays hymn. Sundays you can hear it still. I love this one Archiver - as I read it the chorus-verse structure made me feel this was a song as well as a poem. In a piece full of thought-provoking and funny moments the two bits I've quoted particularly struck me; the line packed with ponds and the clever change from 'Him' to 'Hymn'. Much enjoyed ![]() Quote:
The Wretched Sod.
No reason for killing for some ancient god. It's our blood soaking the wretched sod. Quote:
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a man stands
holding his guitar playing the tunes stamping his feet I have an admiration for buskers, it seems such a thankless task.
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I wonder if Aberdeen Musty is reconnected yet.
![]() We posted together On the Scottish trip I was accompanied by my brother and his wife. He had his laptop, but the only brief internet glimpse for me was asking him to check the thread - as a computer buff he enjoyed To Be Saved
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Biz, you're too kind. I think today's going to be a somewhat mushy one for me. I'm usually pretty strong, but I've welled up twice already.
![]() ![]() I recommend the 'When you die..." thread, if you've time. Skip my own nonsense (there's enough of that here). Some - most of the posts are beautiful. ![]() I wonder if Aberdeen Musty is reconnected yet. ![]() Sorry to hear you're upset - it must be something serious. ![]() I see your final wondering has been settled.
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Don't forget your pen and have a wonderful break. Here's one for a Sunday sing. 
fellow is messing us about again - funny old world.


