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Old 21-03-2015, 16:50
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in aid of World Poetry Day (according to the UK trending topic on twitter anyway), I wrote this:-

Seeing as today is world poetry day,
I wondered what I could possibly say,
to mark this important ocassion,
for one and all.

Its really quite amazing
what can be said,
in a matter of words,
there's so much to be read!

A world of thought, feeling, wonder,
wishes, emotions, natures delights
await the intrepid reader -
you never know how you'll feel by the end,
a roller coaster of all sorts just waiting to be started,
go on - dip in
and discover where you'll be taken to this time.
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Old 21-03-2015, 19:11
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Poetry day
Well I say...

Cheers!! to those
That love their prose xxx
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Old 21-03-2015, 20:59
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Trilobites

The endless trilobites I see.


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I love saying that word...trilobites....trilobites....trilobites .

Next time I see one I'll think of Musty

Happy Poetry Day to IzzyS and Flower2 too x
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Old 21-03-2015, 21:15
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So to Spring
Hear a wordsmith fling
Trials and tribulations
At a newfound Sun
To be warmed, soothed, silenced
by life's need to stride on
into this new season
Bird, flower, beast
Human, not least
Sway and glow and never cease
So to Spring

Just a quick one there...xD
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Old 21-03-2015, 21:55
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Happy Poets Day to you and you
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Old 21-03-2015, 23:12
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Remind Me Of Those Words

Words I have said before
follow as the words
I have said become again
because maybe you choose to
remind me of those words
so why do you find remembrance
as if such makes a difference to now
surely to change let the future grow
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Old 22-03-2015, 00:55
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Some great poetry up there ^^ I particularly liked The Catch belly. Terrific final line.

No Never.

If there's something on your mind
of the boggling kind -
don't let it be a bind.

You may find it's best
to get it off your chest,
then you can have a rest.

If you think you need a hand -
you could form a beta band,
then make us understand
why this world is such a pain
and your right to complain
is adrift down the drain.

Then say how you feel.
How you're the real deal,
with nothing to conceal.

Then when you bite the dust,
having said how unjust,
in future you can trust
we will follow your way
towards a better day.
So - never say nay.
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Old 22-03-2015, 11:03
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I love saying that word...trilobites....trilobites....trilobites .

Next time I see one I'll think of Musty

Happy Poetry Day to IzzyS and Flower2 too x
Thank you
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Old 24-03-2015, 22:42
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Some great poetry up there ^^ I particularly liked The Catch belly. Terrific final line.

No Never.

If there's something on your mind
of the boggling kind -
don't let it be a bind.
Thank you very much for taking the time to read it and also for your kind comment.

There is always something on my mind that is boggling it.......dark matter and photons for two
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Old 30-03-2015, 09:17
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A gift of foresight not bestowed
Lost SOS foretold dead load
I finally read this marvelous tale This is so gripping with a relentless pace BB, you took me out to sea amid the spray and fishermen! I enjoyed the sea monster twist too, which I wasn't expecting. I love stories of mariners and those in peril at sea. Great write BB
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Old 30-03-2015, 09:23
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That's exciting - I hope it works out for you
It didn't - as usual

Good luck to the author you mentioned, I'm glad he's taking on the world I suffered terrible depression when younger - the real thing when you don't want to leave the house for weeks on end. I don't regret having the condition, as I believe it gives you insights into the mind.
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Old 30-03-2015, 09:27
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my dear come near
stand mighty and tall
I'm only five foot nine but I'll try Sandy

Another corker from you
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Old 30-03-2015, 09:29
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A world of thought, feeling, wonder,
wishes, emotions, natures delights
await the intrepid reader -
A perfect summary of the delights of poetry Izzy I didn't know it was World Poetry Day
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Old 30-03-2015, 09:31
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Cheers!! to those
That love their prose xxx
Well said Flower,
Words have power
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Old 30-03-2015, 09:35
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Sway and glow and never cease
So to Spring
The change of seasons must be one of poetry's biggest inspirations. A lovely tribute the green buds and longer days Performingmonk
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Old 30-03-2015, 09:36
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Next time I see one I'll think of Musty
You can buy their fossils as ornaments too BB

Happy Poets Day to you and you
And you Sandy
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Old 30-03-2015, 09:40
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because maybe you choose to
remind me of those words
It's mind-blowing to think how much we say in a lifetime Sandy. This sounds as if someone brought up past comments of yours and got bogged down in the past too much.
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Old 30-03-2015, 09:42
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Ultimately a positive message John, which I like

I didn't get the beta band bit though
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Old 30-03-2015, 09:46
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I'm here today as a reader, not a writer - but hopefully I'll post something new on Wednesday. The good news is, if you become a library member, use of the computer is free for two hours a day from April! So I'm joining at last

Speak soon my friends
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Old 02-04-2015, 13:16
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The Art of Loneliness

The cupboard's shade
Conceals a few old jars,
The flowers fade
And wither in their vase,
Night's on parade
Yet I dismiss the stars.

The rocking chair
Is still and in the hall
There is an air
Of absence veiling all,
I sit and stare,
Alone, ignored and small.

Some things by day
Gave hope but now they seem
To go astray,
A fool's romantic dream
That sailed away
As bubbles in a stream.

A sheen of frost
Has smeared the window-pane,
I count the cost
And like the pale moon's bane,
I too am lost,
My spirits wax and wane.

Dawn shall begin
Yet only to depress,
Perhaps I'll win
A prize for my success;
An expert in
The art of loneliness.


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Old 02-04-2015, 13:40
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I'm here today as a reader, not a writer - but hopefully I'll post something new on Wednesday. The good news is, if you become a library member, use of the computer is free for two hours a day from April! So I'm joining at last

Speak soon my friends
I expect you're a member by now then. I wonder if you get a card these days. Wouldn't surprise me if you can only join if you can run the library 'app' on your smartphone these days.

The Art of Loneliness. What a poem. Undoubtedly one of the best I've ever read. I don't remember reading it before, but I may not have read all the posts. Too new for the book? Or definitely included? A fine start for the next one - if the former.
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Old 02-04-2015, 13:46
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The station holds the ghosts of fire and water.
Blasts of steam and smoke and grime loiter
nostalgically in the brickwork, memories of a golden age.
Metal takes the strain as the engines turn and we move,
gathering speed; hedges, cuttings, trees,
blurred horizontal lines that break open to fields,
a patchwork quilt spread out to the distant horizon.
Waterways, tight, blue ribbons, guide lazy narrow boats,
motorways, tarmac tracks lay out the way
towards the concrete grimy grey of the city.
Nature fades, the horizon redefined as buildings
close in. Factories, offices, the precincts of shops,
production, commerce, consumer traps all cast back
in the golden age of steam and smoke and grime.
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Old 02-04-2015, 14:01
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The Art of Loneliness. What a poem. Undoubtedly one of the best I've ever read.
Thanks very much John The Art of Loneliness is an oldie that's been polished up for the book. In the process 'nocturnal frost' became 'a sheen of frost'. I'd already established it was night in the first verse and there was no need to labour the point

I hope phones don't become a part of library usage, as I'll never own one I know they're already creeping into car parks. My card has a nice countryside photo on it
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Old 02-04-2015, 14:04
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production, commerce, consumer traps all cast back
in the golden age of steam and smoke and grime.
Bloody brilliant Scottie The poem's like a Turner painting, except there's more detail! A superb piece that takes the reader on a journey of wonder
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Old 03-04-2015, 20:47
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I came across this in passing and thought I'd share the link:- http://www.newyorker.com/magazine/20...japanese-maple
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