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Don't Take The Word Of A Bird.
A little bird told me what you did. It sang sweet songs and then it hid beyond the view of my young eyes. I didn't believe its lies. It's plumage was a striking blue and as it moved it changed hue and sparkled with a touch of dew as if to enhance the clue. It told me I could not fly, or sing, and I will soon die. It said not a word of this, but death is quite simply bliss. Such a silly thing to say. I knew it would fly away and birds never live for long. Then yesterday I heard its song. "Not long now John" Cursed bird. Megaphonic word for word. I leaned out and threw a stone and shouted "Leave me alone!". |
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The rhythm of the waves, as they rise and fall onto the beach, beats the sand with the life-giving pulse of the sea. The cycle of ebb and flow washes over a scurry of life, the tide dragging up what was once out of reach. The breath of the wind: a whisper of echoes of time. The touch of the wind: a brush on the shoulder, a kiss, a push, the gentle touch of a lover’s caress. Look out over the water and see where life first climbed out into the gravitational pull of this Earth. Breathe out, breathe in, take in the taste of time in the salty spray, a mist eternal, so fine, a lunar harvest for a Godly curse. And you wipe your eyes as the salted teardrops run, each a white moon falling one by one by one. |
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Thanks Musty
sending a little love your way ![]() ![]() I'm looking forward to reading all the new material on my next visit
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Love Song for a Friend
She walked among the people And people loved her so But inside she would keep all The pain they'd never know. It seems she chose a cruel one Who made her sad and blue, Who wanted just to rule one And have his own way too. She gave a pleasant greeting To me, I don't know why, Most company is fleeting For someone who's this shy. In pubs we're cured by laughter, Discussing every band, I didn't dream that after She'd ever hold my hand. Alone, I am a steeple And life's a mystery; She walked among the people And found her way to me. © |
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Oh, OK then, if you insist.
![]() ![]() BB's sparrow poem looks good, I shall catch up and comment on everything in the next few days
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Hey, we made 90,000 posts again - not bad for a thread on poetry
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Love Song for a Friend
![]() A friendship is like a boat, keeps those near the sides afloat.
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A rhyme in reflection of a thread hotly debated.
Whistling Wolf Consider the person you seek to appraise With your howling and calling which you think shows your praise Do you know what they are feeling Can you say that you care They may well be frightened Is it right that you scare ? Look at your motives are you trying to make friends Could you say you respect them Or a means to your ends Of showing the world what a big fish you are In your own little pond where you think your the star And when you are challenged do you feel like the preys Of a wolf in sheep’s clothing See it works out both ways Standing up for what’s right is not only for others Shows the coming together of sisters and brothers. |
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Hey, we made 90,000 posts again - not bad for a thread on poetry
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The rhythm of the waves, as they rise and fall onto the beach, beats the sand with the life-giving pulse of the sea. The cycle of ebb and flow washes over a scurry of life, the tide dragging up what was once out of reach. The breath of the wind: a whisper of echoes of time. The touch of the wind: a brush on the shoulder, a kiss, a push, the gentle touch of a lover’s caress. Look out over the water and see where life first climbed out into the gravitational pull of this Earth. Breathe out, breathe in, take in the taste of time in the salty spray, a mist eternal, so fine, a lunar harvest for a Godly curse. And you wipe your eyes as the salted teardrops run, each a white moon falling one by one by one. |
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Don't Believe All You Think by IzzyS
The power of acknowledgement,
the freedom of acceptance - these are potent gifts indeed, ones which enrich the soul, through and through. Such reminders, like wise old elders, re-assert that we have a right, to be ourselves, that we are not a figment of our own perceived reality, our imagination doesn't make us up - here we are and as quiet and unnoticed as we may feel, deep inside, the truth may not be what eats you up. Have faith, for as mentioned, all is not as it seems, your mind may think many things but this in itself doesn't make them true... so think, question and wonder, challenge yourself and moreso ask yourself, regarding those you look up to, care for or about - what bothers you, what you presume they think, is any of it actually true?. Think. Learn. You may very well be unnecessarily chastising yourself, certain of your fate, to be in the background forevermore, as you question - who would notice, or take seriously, someone like me, really, I must be delusional, so you tell yourself. It is not so, only if you allow yourself to see, through the smallest of interactions, finding the right people, those few words of acknowledgement, acceptance, compassion, that which you did not believe, can show you the truth, can re-assure, make you feel noticed, in time your eyes may well be opened, to the truth you had not realised, dare not believe!. So, what is my message to you today?. Its something very basic, simple indeed and can be summed up in a few words - Be kind to yourself. Don't believe all you think right away and one day, you may be surprised, by what your told, and all that it means to you. |
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Musty, like your poem and your friends are lucky to have your pleasant company.
![]() ![]() I like your boat ditty too
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Be kind to yourself. Don't believe all you think right away
I'll have to read this one again, as I found it so multi-layered. But 'be kind to yourself' is something it took me many years to learn and is a lovely forthright message.A superb and complex write
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A gorgeous and thoughtful poem (as always) from you Izzy
I'll have to read this one again, as I found it so multi-layered. But 'be kind to yourself' is something it took me many years to learn and is a lovely forthright message.A superb and complex write ![]()
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Whistling Wolf
One idiot even blocked her path as she tried to walk through. Whatever the rights and wrongs of wolf-whistling are, there's no excuse for bullying anyone. I'm glad the company took action (I think) and she was a very brave girl.Great poem too by the way
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Poor Archie the Trumper isn't next to Charles Manson is he ?
![]() Actually, one of the problems of working out the running order is not having too many identical rhythms together. That and not having too many similar subjects close to each other. My running order is influenced by The Beatles. For example, on Revolver, the jollity of Yellow Submarine is followed by John's dark and disturbing She Said She Said - an acid nightmare of a song. I had a sleepless night last night and dug out the unicorn poem at two in the morning I'll post it next time
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And you wipe your eyes as the salted teardrops run,
each a white moon falling one by one by one. ![]() What a brilliant, brilliant poem! If Scottie hasn't been published, he should be soon in my opinion. I stood watching the mystic pull of the tides for a while thanks to him
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'Life...is..just...a Box...of...Football' (American drawl)
Either way, I love the British version, but I can't understand blokes who take it too seriously
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Don't Take The Word Of A Bird
They do seem to be harbingers of doom in literature, I blame it on Edgar Allen Poe's The Raven ![]() An interesting write and I hope the stone missed
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There's still a few poems I haven't caught up on yet - the sparrow and robin ones included. Next time I'll read and respond to those pending.
The Charles Manson poem now stands at 38 verses! By far the longest poem in the book, it should make it an even bigger tome. A terrible, terrible subject but one that I feel must be covered. Without humanity's sheer cruelty, its finer instincts could become meaningless. The slaughter of innocents can never be justified though. I don't think we'll ever gain Utopia, just a world where sh*t happens and people can be wicked. The trick is, trying to stay positive. Till next time my friends
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I had a sleepless night last night and dug out the unicorn poem at two in the morning I'll post it next time ![]()
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I wrote a poem about a crow who carried a deathly message John
They do seem to be harbingers of doom in literature, I blame it on Edgar Allen Poe's The Raven ![]() There's a blackbird round here which really sounds to me like it's singing "Watch the birdie!" ![]() Quote:
An interesting write and I hope the stone missed Thanks. My aim is not good and I would miss it if I hadn't missed it.
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Rotty.
Silly Scottie went a bit potty teaching kids to pray. Along came archiver an older subscriber and frightened poor Scottie away. Love and emotion trumps devotion any time of day. Picking the bones of great unknowns spoils beautiful play. Leave the children alone you pitiful clone you dealer in bad ties. They will be fine without your line all knotted with big lies. |
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I'm clearly your muse, Archie.
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sending a little love your way 

One idiot even blocked her path as she tried to walk through. Whatever the rights and wrongs of wolf-whistling are, there's no excuse for bullying anyone. I'm glad the company took action (I think) and she was a very brave girl.