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I Wish (Sunset Sky) by IzzyS
Sometimes I wish I could fly,
up, up, up, way in to the sky, breeze along, wisp past the clouds feel the sunset along my wings and smell the evening air; full of contentment, the peace and quiet such a time brings. As I fly ever further, towards the sinkening sun, I wonder what may beckon, my future uncertain, except for one thing - that it will continue, no matter what it may bring. Day always follows night, isn’t this correct? aren’t I right?. |
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Early Hour Silence by IzzyS.
Here in my bedroom prison,
in the early hours of the morn, my mind paces, to and fro, going through the inevitable motions, with two eyes open, one mind wondering, hoping, planning, pondering, wishing for breakfast time to come. The silence echoes assuredly, from ear lobe to ear lobe, I’m the only one in this place both conscious and alert, so logic and reason agrees… silence has never felt so deafening and lonely. When will your alarm clock break the peace and quiet, kick into action and mark the dawn, at last! finally! the dawn of another day of humanity, the chance to vocalise all those hours of isolation, to off load, moan, laugh, cry, to see what this day may bring. |
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Timbeeeeerrrrr
When a tree falls in the wood are you certain If no witness of descent to the ground That a crash was made by the timber If no person about heard the sound. Should we all lose our sense of listening Would the world be a silent abode Or can a noise of the Earth be despite us As we’re locked from the real with no code. |
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The Mystery of the Cottingley Fairies
Young Elsie Wright and Frances Griffiths Whose ages were ten and sixteen, Brought Cottingley fame by playing a game Way back in nineteen-seventeen. The girls drew small pictures of fairies, It's after a mischievous trek That the story begins when they propped them with pins And photographed each at the Beck. The lens captured innocent sketches But for living sprites they could pass; A real fairy bower and tall as a flower A gnome pranced around on the grass. To Cottingley specialists travelled, Ghost-hunters who probed mystery, As word of mouth spread speculation was fed, Some even saw lights in a tree. Then Sherlock Holmes' eminent author Turned up, claiming 'This is the proof!', Because Conan Doyle had the air of a royal The girls dare not utter the truth. For sixty odd years the world wondered Till Elsie and Frances confessed; Relieved to confide how the camera had lied, Confirming what cynics had guessed. But here is the twist in the story - They maintained one fairy was real And whenever I look at the last snap they took It gives me the eeriest feel. © |
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Grasping Idealism
I’ve had an idea its ideal Its all about thought thats surreal I just can’t believe That my mind can deceive And the moon isn’t actually real If nobody looks at the sun Will all of its heat soon be gone If it’s all an illusion Then what a confusion Lets hope that it doesn’t catch on Maybe I’m actually thick My brain could be playing a trick Perhaps all that I know Could be stored in my toe Is reality taking the mick. |
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Here in my bedroom prison,
in the early hours of the morn, my mind paces, to and fro, going through the inevitable motions, with two eyes open, one mind wondering, hoping, planning, pondering, wishing for breakfast time to come. The silence echoes assuredly, from ear lobe to ear lobe, I’m the only one in this place both conscious and alert, so logic and reason agrees… silence has never felt so deafening and lonely. When will your alarm clock break the peace and quiet, kick into action and mark the dawn, at last! finally! the dawn of another day of humanity, the chance to vocalise all those hours of isolation, to off load, moan, laugh, cry, to see what this day may bring.
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Going back over some pages I found this-missed it originally. I was only reading about this story again and looking at the pictures the other day. Really enjoyed this poem.
The poem needs a few improvements, as it's going in the book! Sorry everyone, for being away so long - I spent Wednesday in London with my colleague and partner in crime I now have the final running order printed out and we've selected the front and back cover photographs. They're pictures of an Avebury megalith and an ornamental toy heart. I'm really pleased with both No photos are going inside it now, apart maybe from one in between the two sections of the book.From now on I'm hoping to post at least two or three times a week. The library have issued cards for two hours of free computer use. I bought mine weeks ago and the great thing is, it's on the second floor - where absolute silence is insisted on. Great to see the old place has been so busy
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There's a lot to catch up on but I'll post a poem first
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An Elf's Invitation
Come listen to the Elvensong, Let melodies convert you, Enjoy the things for which you long, Like pleasure, love and virtue, Our forest band Can lend a hand When life's upset or hurt you. Each song tells of some miracle, Of leaves and oaken maces, Each one of them is lyrical, Describing magic places Between the trees With spells to ease The pain in human faces. And in the afterglow you'll think Of how we sang togerther, Of dwindling elves who laugh and drink Strawberry wine, whenever You're sad at all You shall recall Our Elvensong forever. © |
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Here is the ladder that can fetch from below
On the top we can fix you with things far more quenching I really liked the term 'we can fix you', almost as if the gods are able to help someone
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Who is it I trust least, at the end of the day,
whom I'm in contact with, he represented by username alone, ![]() Great write Izzy, I don't think we've had one on that topic yet - but I may be wrong
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This made me smile. I remember playing word rhyming games as a child. It's true-well, until now.
Someone told me there's a Canadian band called Nothing Ryhmes With Orange too ![]() |
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When I think of people like Tolkien , I can't believe the wonder of their imaginations.
Have you won the lottery? ![]() I'm with you on Tolkien BB - what a mind He even invented different languages for all those Middle-earth races! With the rapid advance of technology I fear the imagination may start to lose out ![]() It feels good to be working hard again. That said, I'm presenting a poem to the couple who run the excellent Royal Oak (my local) on Sunday It's called This Be The Pub ![]() I'm glad you liked the Orange poem but I'm struggling with silver
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Perhaps other contributors could share something about how they go about their writing?
![]() I do re-write parts of poems I'm not happy with. But I've noticed I can get carried away with it. First thoughts are often best and it's easy to over-egg the pudding. I'll need at least another three months to keep checking the 230 poems in the book. The technical side like the iambic pentameters you mentioned leaves me cold I'm afraid. If I got involved in that, poetry would be too scientific for me. |
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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
You've passed the test by the way ![]() Quote:
I've played crazy golf at Hotham Park in Bognor Regis
I'm going to Felpham near Bognor soon - William Blake's lovely cottage is there and it's time for another visit
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Only four poems to catch up on - I'll do that next time
![]() Until then my friends
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I saw a little Squirrel in a tree, resting on a branch, in the shade today and it's fascinating the way Squirrels sometimes just stop for a moment and then rush away but the Squirrel today was so chilled out, just stretched out on a tree branch.
![]() Sometimes A Squirrel Stops Sometimes a Squirrel stops to look sometimes a Squirrel stops to rest sometimes a Squirrel stops to care sometimes a Squirrel stops to choose sometimes a Squirrel stops. |
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Thanks Sandy
I'm going to Felpham near Bognor soon - William Blake's lovely cottage is there and it's time for another visit ![]()
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A timely warning about the perils of trusting internet 'friends'. You won't get me on Facebook or Twitter, some of them are really vicious on there
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An Elf's Invitation
And in the afterglow you'll think Of how we sang togerther, |
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the dawn of another day of humanity,
the chance to vocalise all those hours of isolation,
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I saw a little Squirrel in a tree, resting on a branch, in the shade today and it's fascinating the way Squirrels sometimes just stop for a moment and then rush away but the Squirrel today was so chilled out, just stretched out on a tree branch.
![]() Sometimes A Squirrel Stops Sometimes a Squirrel stops to look sometimes a Squirrel stops to rest sometimes a Squirrel stops to care sometimes a Squirrel stops to choose sometimes a Squirrel stops. And sometimes they pinch your strawberries Soon be that time again. |
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I really liked the term 'we can fix you', almost as if the gods are able to help someone ![]() ![]() 'Dwindling elves', great words to say and read. I'll have to try and drop that into a conversation. I love it !
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And sometimes they pinch your strawberries
Soon be that time again. Do Squirrels like strawberries, don't they prefer nuts?
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Do Squirrels like strawberries, don't they prefer nuts?
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I now have the final running order printed out and we've selected the front and back cover photographs. They're pictures of an Avebury megalith and an ornamental toy heart. I'm really pleased with both
No photos are going inside it now, apart maybe from one in between the two sections of the book.
