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But when a storm comes through
and the sky isn't blue try not to cry, soon be past, yes it's true.
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Bognor Regis, they might have gone to play Crazy Golf. ![]()
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Would be appropriate
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I hope you achieve that Izzy. Thanks for sharing your words
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Something is love
You always want when you have You always say when you are guilt is nothing nothing is so so be something something is love. |
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Way Out
All things can be mended with time and care Don’t ever give up though you are tired of trying Climb another impossible rising No need to feel lost so lose your despair There are those all around that feel all your sadness They miss what is you that is hidden from seeing Don’t waste what you are but come into being I will say all is relative the thing we call madness Sometimes a hole can seem undeservedly tempting If you choose to fall in it where then can you go Here is the ladder that can fetch from below On the top we can fix you with things far more quenching |
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Trusting Online Is Tricky by IzzyS.
How can I tell, who to trust, to confide in?. It can be hard to decrypt, analyse, see through the typed words to know who im really talking to... is all as it seems, as I wish?. Are you who you claim? can I take you at your word? or do you hide, behind a username, behind a mask, the truth hidden away, out of view, what is YOUR truth?. Do you truly care, or are you really after, what you think I can give, the risks of exposing my innermost fears are surely innumerate. My frustration and disappointment bubble up to the surface, each and every time, when I feel compelled to heed my gut instincts and once more cut ties, block, walk away from someone yet again - never knowing for certain if I was right. They say that when you meet the right person, you'll know it automatically but look into anyones eyes and tell me, hand on heart that you trust your trust of them, through and through. Looks don't kill but people and their actions may do - heart, body, blood and soul. Understanding someones true intentions can indeed be tricky, risks court your sub conscious, the whole way through, continually you wonder how to balance the line between safety, gut instincts, companionship and what could be... What does the future hold, thats what I wonder, does the truth not dictate that risks have to be made, in order to find happiness? Who is it I trust least, at the end of the day, whom I'm in contact with, he represented by username alone, digitally anonymised, or is it somehow myself, as the ultimate consequence of my ever-present, often strong doubts is as ever, more solitude. Is the truth that as much as I say I want, no need, to connect to other people, to reach out, find others to confide in, support, laugh with and all, in reality I can't quite risk showing myself, for who I am, in person? is my real fear not them but somehow me? can I cut the ties of distance? only time will tell. |
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How lovely. Thank you so much for finding that. I know you are busy with other poetry, but it was worth your efforts for me and all the people who will read it
![]() I polished the poem slightly and ended up satisfied with The Unicorn, which is a very old one indeed ![]() I see the thread's been busy again - after I've posted a short piece I'll try to read everything
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Nothing Rhymes With Orange
Nothing rhymes with orange, Every poet knows Nothing rhymes with orange, Orange never goes. Coleridge dwelled upon on it Then sighed and drained his cup, Byron lacked a sonnet Matching orange up. Nothing rhymed with orange Till my door helped a bit: With knocker, cat-flap or 'inge At last I made it fit. © |
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All quiet in the poet house…
Shhhhh don’t stir their dreaming ![]() Quote:
If there was really a poet house, how could such be quiet?![]() Quote:
I think this one might be as Musty has tittled off, probably to Stonehenge
![]() Sadly, my financial situation has prevented a visit to any ancient site for yonks BB Happily, that situation will be resolved this week ![]() I'm hoping to get to Knowlton Henges, The Devil's Arrows and The Merry Maidens in the next year or two! Stonehenge has been ruined by years of clumsy management and far too many tourists. Dawn and after midnight are the best times to be there. I need to visit Avebury again before publishing day too - it's so inspirational
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time passes by like sand
between fingers It chimes with my mood, as I've wasted far too much time of late enjoying myself in pubs and out walking with friends in the sunshine. From today I'm knuckling down full-tilt on the book.While reading your words I was strongly reminded of Dead Poets Society, which is one of my top five films. 'Gather ye rosebuds while ye may' - that's damn right and it's expressed so eloquently in your poem. I'll be reading it again
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soft like pillows billowing
or weeping willows willowing. Top-notch John - to me the poem sums up meditation techniques, even if it wasn't intended to. Stress seems to be growing in my opinion and reading this piece might benefit a few unhappy souls. Much enjoyed
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For when the cold cuts through your thoughts and desolation smothers
That tiny spark can reignite and spread its warmth to others. The image of a flickering light (I saw a candle in my mind) to represent the imagination is such a good one. Not only that, you described the light so well too, with different aspects of it and how it can be nurtured. Tender, meaningful and so beautiful ![]() What a thread
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When a gentle breeze comes thy way
maybe agree laugh with and sway This has a lovely breezy feel to it, not just because it mentions the breeze either ![]() Totally uplifting
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Where do robins go in the summertime?
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But when a storm comes through
and the sky isn't blue
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They don't want to go to the park golf, woodlands.
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so be something
something is love. ![]() I've decided to spend the rest of my life alone. It comes as a great relief and I feel like a burden's been lifted
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I'll read Way Out and Trusting Online is Tricky next time, as my eyes are beginning to ache
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What a superb write Izzy
It chimes with my mood, as I've wasted far too much time of late enjoying myself in pubs and out walking with friends in the sunshine. From today I'm knuckling down full-tilt on the book.While reading your words I was strongly reminded of Dead Poets Society, which is one of my top five films. 'Gather ye rosebuds while ye may' - that's damn right and it's expressed so eloquently in your poem. I'll be reading it again ![]()
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Nothing Rhymes With Orange
Nothing rhymes with orange, Every poet knows Nothing rhymes with orange, Orange never goes. Coleridge dwelled upon on it Then sighed and drained his cup, Byron lacked a sonnet Matching orange up. Nothing rhymed with orange Till my door helped a bit: With knocker, cat-flap or 'inge At last I made it fit. © This made me smile. I remember playing word rhyming games as a child. It's true-well, until now. |
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Nothing Rhymes With Orange
Nothing rhymes with orange, .................. At last I made it fit. © Well that's one in the eye for Byron and Coleridge ! Great as always . Now you can try one with silver ![]() Thanks for your very generous comments on my 'imagination' poem. If I had the time I would change a few things, it's just write and post I'm afraid, but it is very gratifying to hear you liked it ![]() When I think of people like Tolkien , I can't believe the wonder of their imaginations. His writings flabbergast me. His wasn't a flicker but a raging inferno. Glad to hear your finances are on the up. Have you won the lottery ? Anyway , yes, stop galavanting about and get your nose to the grindstone. We are poised waiting for this book ! Take care
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I'm not sure about anyone else on here but when I write a poem I will re-read it and re-draft it over and over.
Just for interest here is the version of my poem 'Connect' which I put in this thread. I've followed it with what I now consider to be my final draft. I guess I spent around three weeks (very much on and off) re-reading and re-drafting the poem until I was pretty much satisfied with the final result. I didn't help myself by using a fairly rigid sonnet structure. For those more technically minded the rhyme scheme is: abba cddc effe gg and it's written in iambic pentameter. Connect 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. Connect 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 sound of the sea: a whisper of echoes of time. The touch of the wind: the hand of an indifferent creator. The warmth of the sun: the chance of nature’s law. Look out over the water and see where life first climbed out into the push and pull of this universe. Breathe out, breathe in, and taste the living elements in the salty spray. Look out beyond the resonance of a lunar harvest to a godly curse. Then wipe your eyes as salted teardrops run, each a white moon falling one by one. Perhaps other contributors could share something about how they go about their writing? |
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I'm not sure about anyone else on here but when I write a poem I will re-read it and re-draft it over and over.
Just for interest here is the version of my poem 'Connect' which I put in this thread. I've followed it with what I now consider to be my final draft. I guess I spent around three weeks (very much on and off) re-reading and re-drafting the poem until I was pretty much satisfied with the final result. I didn't help myself by using a fairly rigid sonnet structure. For those more technically minded the rhyme scheme is: abba cddc effe gg and it's written in iambic pentameter. Connect 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 sound of the sea: a whisper of echoes of time. The touch of the wind: the hand of an indifferent creator. The warmth of the sun: the chance of nature’s law. Look out over the water and see where life first climbed out into the push and pull of this universe. Breathe out, breathe in, and taste the living elements in the salty spray. Look out beyond the resonance of a lunar harvest to a godly curse. Then wipe your eyes as salted teardrops run, each a white moon falling one by one. Perhaps other contributors could share something about how they go about their writing? I'm afraid my explanation of how I write may not be of much interest as I usually take no more than twenty minutes (if that) to write a poem and don't have much idea which direction it will take until it's finished. I never change things once it's written, except for my spelling ![]() The most I think about is which lines to make rhyme just to mix it up sometimes. Although I really liked your first draft of Connect, I can see the second version is superior , particularly the last two lines. Maybe I'll read up on some poetry theory when I'm on holiday later in the year and see if I can develop and improve. I haven't given any thought to the lack of technicality of my own writing, but if I did and could write something like one of your poems, it would be worth the effort. Thanks for the inspiration to learn. |
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What does that mean Sandy?
![]() ![]() I've played crazy golf at Hotham Park in Bognor Regis, a nice park but the tarmac made the golf ball go wonky. So just my way of saying that serious crazy golf enthusiasts should be aware.
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