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Stepping Out Again
I hit the street, a happy soul And found a place for rock and roll, A bar, a pint, a stage in light, Skafinger played a set that made The caution of the people fade, We danced into the night. Another late one with a drink, Another band, another brink, The blessings still outweigh the lows, It's good to seize them, heaven knows Whatever else may come. © |
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is like outer space ![]() In other news, Archibald the Trumper has become the final addition to the book, with a slight change to verse three
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Gorgeous and uplifting John - another beautiful poem with a hint of your sci-fi leanings
![]() In other news, Archibald the Trumper has become the final addition to the book, with a slight change to verse three ![]() ![]() Musty was quite nervous at the launch of his new prose, The crowd was gathered waiting as he read the ones he'd chose. Archibald the Trumper was the last that he imparted, And in appreciation, the fans stood up and f**ted . |
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Time’s Arrow
If only time’s arrow could be turned to retrace its flight And all that scavenger time corrupts, be undone, Then day after day life’s pains and lines would fade In the journey’s course towards where life has begun. The wisdom of age and experience not gathered too late But there to grasp when you’re in your prime. Head and heart rejuvenating, pains never lingering, Back through looseness of limbs and quickness of mind. But pause . . infancy shrinks purpose and strength, Co-ordination and perception start to fail. The feebleness of ages would still bracket our lives, And all shrinks to a lost and helpless wail. If time’s arrow could be turned to retrace its flight Eternal darkness would still claim the flare of life’s light. |
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She should have died hereafter;
There would have been a time for such a word. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day to the last syllable of recorded time, and all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more: it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing. |
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Each Day I Swim by IzzyS
Swimming in thoughts,
each day I swim away, constantly; fighting the waves of doubt, fears and anxiety. My head seeks reassurances hoping on one level, for some time of clarity to come - yet constant anger seems to bubble away all the same, like two opposing siblings, peace and happiness, aggression and frustration, I feel both lie within - bubbling underneath. I sense the latter pushing me, towards outburst, vocalise whats pent up, yet I fear the voice of negativity can never be content, will always find fault - am I doomed, to fight against myself forevermore?. I'm not all bad but I fear I'm too harsh, on myself, and so I let the negativity win. Oh to slow down the tide, for it tires me, being constantly aware, but how much I would enjoy the beauty and peace of calm seas. They say life is a journey, and so I hope I can (if but eventually) sail into the distance in calm, settled waters, with anticipation for what the horizon brings, not worries, fear and concern. |
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Fl-ounce.
Outbid by The Gannet on this totally rubbishy planet. Resorted to brown ale. It's why I sound so pale. Fifteen thousand quid was my maximum bid. I went to sixteen (the sample was so clean) but now some other guy may be achieving MY high. And what of tomorrow? Sorrow upon sorrow? Shall I even watch The News to emphasise my blues? Will I be able to sleep? My thoughts are fast and deep and I can not turn them off without that which makes me cough or far too much beer. Maybe I'll just disappear. |
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Love is not a feeling.
Everybody suffers from love Or the fear of it, or the lack of it. Why? Why is love so universally and inevitably heart-breaking, whether it be through the end of a love affair, the death of a loved one or being locked in with the habitual casualness or grim indifference of a partner? The answer is because we've been taught and conditioned by the world to believe that love is a feeling. |
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Archibald the Trumper was the last that he imparted,
And in appreciation, the fans stood up and f**ted . ![]() I'm glad you're backing Archie's inclusion BB I love your Archie spin-off by the way - it does seem odd that the last addition to the book is an ode about breaking wind But heaven forbid any intellectuals should praise my material and Archibald should waft that lot away ![]() Great to see the thread's been active in my absence. Welcome Danny Silver if you haven't posted before. As ever, I shall read every poem and comment on it - but not today, as time's pressing and I have a longish one to post. I'll be in touch through the week and my stay away time is over
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Plastic-Heads
We are plastic-heads Occupying beds, Helpless in our rows, Pale and comatose. Luminati Lords Drugged the Starbucked hordes; Right from coast to coast Pipes and tanks were dosed. Masses fell asleep, Till guards took us deep Underground to stay Doped and held at bay. Groggy, I awoke With a feeble croak, Lying on clean sheets, Forced to watch repeats. Plastic goggles strapped Like the millions trapped, Christ, I'm sick of these Ancient DVDS: Reservoir Dogs, Shane, Singin' In The Rain, Total Recall, Jaws, Face/Off, Sliding Doors. Taxi Driver, Sleuth, Fiddler On The Roof, Halloween, Born Free, Forrest Gump, E.T. Fifty Shades Of Grey Five strict times a day, All my anger damns The Silence Of The Lambs. Tootsie, Robocop, When the credits stop Guards inspect our chains Then inject our veins. Chanting codes I find Tends to ease the mind: TR628, TR628, TR628. TR628, Every film I hate, Can't somebody free Plastic-headed me? © |
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On Saturday nights my local frequently has live bands on. I love music and my favourite band there are Catch 22. I'm a part-time roadie for them - an unfulfilled dream; I love lugging amps and cases out to the van
![]() But to the point - the guitarist I've got to know quite well and he's always had a problem writing lyrics. I'm going to let him have an adapted version of Stepping Out Again, which is at the top of this page. If he does manage to put music to it, I can't wait to hear what he comes up with
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As ever, I shall read every poem and comment on it - but not today, as time's pressing and I have a longish one to post. I'll be in touch through the week and my stay away time is over
![]() ![]() I really like your Plastic Heads one. More abstract than your usual style and a sure sign you haven't finished yet - if I'm not mistaken. ![]() I may well have encountered TR628 as a transistor designation on an early colour TV, or similarly complex device, schematic diagram - back in the days when electronics was mostly discreet components. They were/are plastic encapsulated... Quote:
On Saturday nights my local frequently has live bands on. I love music and my favourite band there are Catch 22. I'm a part-time roadie for them - an unfulfilled dream; I love lugging amps and cases out to the van
![]() But to the point - the guitarist I've got to know quite well and he's always had a problem writing lyrics. I'm going to let him have an adapted version of Stepping Out Again, which is at the top of this page. If he does manage to put music to it, I can't wait to hear what he comes up with ![]() ![]() ![]() Reminds me of a rhyme I wrote: http://forums.digitalspy.co.uk/showt...6#post66961306 |
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Living by IzzyS
Living and learning, working and earning, every day, wondering what the next will bring. So much potential lies beneath, below the surface, each and every morn, when the sun arises - behold, the golden gift of another chance - a chance to get things right, a chance to make the most of the circumstances we're in. What will you do with yours?. |
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Living by IzzyS
Living and learning, working and earning, every day, wondering what the next will bring. So much potential lies beneath, below the surface, each and every morn, when the sun arises - behold, the golden gift of another chance - a chance to get things right, a chance to make the most of the circumstances we're in. What will you do with yours?.
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budget plays
Drop the taxes Stop the welfare Sell the assets Drain the Healthcare Divide and conquer That's the spirit Up the thresholds Cap the limit Give with one Take with other Feed the greed Starve another Fuel the profits Buy to let Capital gains Offset debt I commend this budget To the gainers Stuff the losers You're just drainers |
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The Catch
Storm cloudy dawn revealed intent Though fishers wages all but spent A fateful hunger set their mission And said their prayer as was suspicion Ten miles from harbour saw the catch Against the wind did set a match They strew their nets across the shoal Ignored the squall their swallow hole Triumphant swearing brought relief The day was saved was their belief Though release forbidden the cruel sea By watery graves their lives not free Each aching back pulled in the harvest Unsteady stance of would be carcass The grip now fear a seeping drenching Soon their prize no longer fetching Now bleak horizon gave its demon A wave of monster snared the seaman Their pleading prayers were lost to ether No angel saved them from this reaper The heaving water smashed the starboard The captain urged the crew go forward The hidden rocks like murder magnets Stretched their fields as sucking dragnets The end approaching souls stood shaking Its fragile hull cracking, breaking A gift of foresight not bestowed Lost SOS foretold dead load |
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I may well have encountered TR628 as a transistor designation on an early colour TV, or similarly complex device, schematic diagram - back in the days when electronics was mostly discreet components. They were/are plastic encapsulated...[/b]
TR628 in Plastic-Heads was based on the David Bowie song TVC15. I needed a code and Bowie's alien persona came to mind. TVC15 is on the album Station To Station - the cover of which shows a scene from The Man Who Fell To Earth.Reading out my own poetry is impossible, but a friend did recite some in a theatre in Eastbourne once. I was too shy to even attend ![]() I'm using March, April and May to finish the work. Some poems need changing back to their original formats. It's easy to over-egg the pudding; with hindsight first thoughts are often best. I can confirm the title is Farewells And Love Songs and it contains around 40,000 words I think. There will also be colour photographs illustrating some of the material. The book is being dedicated to Nimue of Avalon. She was a brilliant contributor to this thread but sadly, like Biz, she's vanished ![]() Great to see the place has been rocking! I'll try to read some of the new poems today
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Stuff the losers
You're just drainers
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Trilobites
Let your imagination go Back to the churning undertow Five hundred million years ago. Before the dinosaurs took part, Before the land-mass split apart A new crustacean made a start. They prospered when the seas were clear; Impressions in the rocky tier Confirm the trilobites were here. A teeming mass of life before A single thing crawled on the shore, An army without tooth or claw. The segments of each thorax shone, Beneath the blue they floated on Until they fell, extinct and gone. At times a shimmer comes to me Of Cambrian prehistory; The endless trilobites I see. © |
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Time’s Arrow
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Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more: it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
Welcome to thread if you haven't posted before
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a chance to make the most
of the circumstances we're in. ![]() I'm glad you're still around Izzy
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The answer is because we've been taught and conditioned by the world to believe that love is a feeling.
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This rang so many bells Izzy. Believe it or not, I've met someone and the next week will decide what's going to happen. It could be a big turning-point in my life
![]() I'm glad you're still around Izzy ![]() thanks, I'm glad I'm still around too lol in a manner of speaking. I felt it had been some time since I'd tried to write anything, so I reckoned it was long overdue and I hadn't really been on this site for some time, so it was nice to make a quiet return. Best of luck with your book! I can definitely relate to feeling too shy or nervous to attend a recital of your own work (or attempt one yourself). I read a book recently called 'Reasons To Stay Alive' about dealing with depression and anxiety, written by someone who was badly affected by said issues himself - its a very good read and I gather the author is still travelling around the UK attending signings and other events. He's doing well to manage it all - I think I'd likely be too modest to feel comfortable trying to promote my work a great deal. If someone asked me if my material is much good, I'd mostly likely say 'take a look for yourself - I'll leave it for you to be the judge of that', or 'thats up to personal preference' etc. well ok I'd probably say its not great but hey-ho(!) *shrug* |
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Mighty and Tall
Unfortunately but indifferently as trying to convey a poem for your viewing or as in another way words of encouragement to whether but a storm there a distant lighthouse some say maybe small my dear come near stand mighty and tall |
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