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How inspirational I find it,
When I look out and see all that it offers, It's at such times I feel particularly aware, Of the vastness and the beauty that's out there, A beautiful poem Izzy
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For many people it is, Izzy - but not you for sure. You're too thoughtful a person
![]() I really enjoyed this one Sandy It reminded me of folk music and I could picture the pirate and his lady clearly. What a lovely romantic tale ![]() I'll Be On My Way was a song that The Beatles gave away ![]()
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We could have looked at the flowers
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Have you heard? Arnie was on his bike travelling around London.
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Thanks very much to both of you.
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Nice one Aladdin - but I see you're currently inactive
If you come back, maybe you can explain what CPR is ![]() ![]() (cardiopulmonary resuscitation) |
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This is really old!
experience
wisdom tolerance peace acceptance compassion hope with age comes nostalgia mistrust repression depression resistance senility stasis decay you pays your money and takes your choice some people get to an age where they feel they’re at the end of the line and the only way to look is back and say things were better in my day and complain but what is there to look forward to at my age in that whining self-pitying voice that beggars pity I’ll tell you look forward to the sunrise white clouds drifting in a blue heaven a star-pointed night the ascending pitch of a lark the freshness of rain the sweetness of honeysuckle the brush of a hand the mirrored smile of a friend or a stranger you name it you can look forward to it your wisdom and experience can bring greater appreciation not weariness but familiarity breeds contempt isn’t it funny how some sayings are accepted as gospel and not questioned when familiarity can breed appreciation and love |
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This is really old!
experience wisdom tolerance peace acceptance compassion hope with age comes nostalgia mistrust repression depression resistance senility stasis decay you pays your money and takes your choice some people get to an age where they feel they’re at the end of the line and the only way to look is back and say things were better in my day and complain but what is there to look forward to at my age in that whining self-pitying voice that beggars pity I’ll tell you look forward to the sunrise white clouds drifting in a blue heaven a star-pointed night the ascending pitch of a lark the freshness of rain the sweetness of honeysuckle the brush of a hand the mirrored smile of a friend or a stranger you name it you can look forward to it your wisdom and experience can bring greater appreciation not weariness but familiarity breeds contempt isn’t it funny how some sayings are accepted as gospel and not questioned when familiarity can breed appreciation and love |
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It's all about pressing the heart and breathing life into something .... a bit like poetry
![]() ![]() I'm round a mate's house who has a computer Thanks for the info as well - I'd never have got that one BB ![]() Also, I'd like to thank everyone who sends in their efforts or reads the poems. I've had a few ciders and I get a bit emotional when I do. I'm just glad this place has remained free of the bickering and nastiness that infests a lot of internet zones ![]() A poem a day Keeps stagnation at bay ![]() I'll catch up on the latest posts in the next few days
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Mans Best Fiend
It had been said that now this night was coldest of the year A pointless torch held in his hand so dim made nothing clear Out he set to find his friend but found the path so hard And scoured the wood with no success though trampled every yard He called a name of the one he’d lost until his voice grew hoarse As exhaustion over came his search and thoughts filled with remorse So close to turning back was he to where he first set out When the faintest noise so familiar now caught sight a furry snout He shone the light upon its source among the undergrowth Poking inches from a rabbit hole, a yelp was made by both. Fast stuck the pup was in its burrow, a gentle pull was needed And soon enough with helping hand release was not impeded. The man held tight his little friend as back to home they went The licking of his face made wet relieved the strained event He felt amazed at his despair when the little dog was lost And swore he’d never have another to fetch him out in frost Setting down the pup to fix his leash to walk the last part mile Off shot the fiend back to the woods, ‘ Pup For Sale’ he would compile. |
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Also, I'd like to thank everyone who sends in their efforts or reads the poems. I've had a few ciders and I get a bit emotional when I do. I'm just glad this place has remained free of the bickering and nastiness that infests a lot of internet zones ![]() How many is a few ? Nowt wrong with loving everyone in the world when you are drunk, I've got the same affliction
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Do not know it this is on here but have kept it for a long time. Read it on Sunday as it was Father's Day and I lost my farther at the age of 16.
Her hair was up in a pony tail, her favorite dress tied with a bow. Today was Daddy's Day at school, and she couldn't wait to go. But her mommy tried to tell her, that she probably should stay home. Why the kids might not understand, if she went to school alone. But she was not afraid; she knew just what to say. What to tell her classmates of why he wasn't there today. But still her mother worried, for her to face this day alone. And that was why once again, she tried to keep her daughter home. But the little girl went to school eager to tell them all. About a dad she never sees a dad who never calls. There were daddies along the wall in back, for everyone to meet. Children squirming impatiently, anxious in their seats One by one the teacher called a student from the class. To introduce their daddy, as seconds slowly passed. At last the teacher called her name, every child turned to stare. Each of them was searching, a man who wasn't there. 'Where's her daddy at?' She heard a boy call out. 'She probably doesn't have one,' another student dared to shout. And from somewhere near the back, she heard a daddy say, 'Looks like another deadbeat dad, too busy to waste his day.' The words did not offend her, as she smiled up at her Mom. And looked back at her teacher, who told her to go on. And with hands behind her back, slowly she began to speak. And out from the mouth of a child, came words incredibly unique. 'My Daddy couldn't be here, because he lives so far away. But I know he wishes he could be, since this is such a special day. And though you cannot meet him, I wanted you to know. All about my daddy, and how much he loves me so. He loved to tell me stories he taught me to ride my bike. He surprised me with pink roses, and taught me to fly a kite. We used to share fudge sundaes, and ice cream in a cone. And though you cannot see him. I'm not standing here alone. 'Cause my daddy's always with me, even though we are apart I know because he told me, he'll forever be in my heart' With that, her little hand reached up, and lay across her chest. Feeling her own heartbeat, beneath her favorite dress. And from somewhere here in the crowd of dads, her mother stood in tears. Proudly watching her daughter, who was wise beyond her years. For she stood up for the love of a man not in her life. Doing what was best for her, doing what was right. And when she dropped her hand back down, staring straight into the crowd. She finished with a voice so soft, but its message clear and loud. 'I love my daddy very much, he's my shining star. And if he could, he'd be here, but heaven's just too far. You see he is a serving soldier And died just this past year When a roadside bomb hit his convoy and taught us all to fear. But sometimes when I close my eyes, it's like he never went away.' And then she closed her eyes, and saw him there that day. And to her mothers amazement, she witnessed with surprise. A room full of daddies and children, all starting to close their eyes. Who knows what they saw before them, who knows what they felt inside. Perhaps for merely a second, they saw him at her side. 'I know you're with me Daddy,' to the silence she called out. And what happened next made believers, of those once filled with doubt. Not one in that room could explain it, for each of their eyes had been closed. But there on the desk beside her, was a fragrant long-stemmed rose. And a child was blessed, if only for a moment, by the love of her shining star. And given the gift of believing, that heaven is never too far. |
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Do not know it this is on here but have kept it for a long time. Read it on Sunday as it was Father's Day and I lost my farther at the age of 16.
It would be nice to think that the author realises what their poem means to others. Thanks for sharing it. |
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I don't usually quote big chunks of poems, because it makes the thread look a bit clogged. But these lines just had to be quoted, as they so accurately sum up the outlook of the Romantic poets. Before Wordsworth, Shelley and the Romantics came along, the countryside was largely a feared place; an unknown territory full of folk tales about witches, evil spirits and weird creatures. The genius of the Romantics was to stare, amazed at a lake, sunset or mountain range and then write about it.
A beautiful poem Izzy ![]() thanks. Some people have encouraged me to think about publishing some of my poems but I don't really know how it works. I know you can self publish via Amazon but then, ironically, I don't have an e-reader, I much prefer traditional hard copies of books.Someone gave me a link to a website, which I can't seem to find right now but anyway it talked about how to get published and said its recommended to have had your work published in numerous related publications, to show publishers that your work is well regarded. If you or anyone can help point me in the right direction of potential publications I could contact or have any advice/tips or anything like that, then please get in touch. Thanks (I do realise my work isn't perfect though, of course). Apologies if I've already asked about this, I may have done a while back but I can't really remember
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I really enjoyed this one Sandy It reminded me of folk music and I could picture the pirate and his lady clearly. What a lovely romantic tale ![]() I'll Be On My Way was a song that The Beatles gave away ![]() ![]() Beatle songs always had great lyrics, Yellow Submarine- 'lived a man who sailed to sea and he told us of his life in the land of submarines' |
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Nice one Sandy - you can't beat a ramble through the countryside
With the help of a friend I've recently discovered some local ancient woodlands. Most people don't even know about them ![]() ![]() It's sometimes also, lovely to find a little countryside, in the midst of the city, like a little treasure amongst the noise of the coming and going of the busy busy. Quote:
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You can't beat a nice cuppa either
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I want to say this to someone but I'm glad you said it first Sandy
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Hasta la vista baby
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Where clouds of silence pass.
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Originally Posted by IzzyS
Looking up at whats out there,
the colours; patterns in cloud and sky, dotted around as if the sky is a watercolour, a painting proudly displayed. |
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Merrily show
The changes come and go as behaviour how loses flow but this as time merrily show by your mixture and way hello do smile properly you know because there is a need to grow as others feel that time to glow. |
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Do not know it this is on here but have kept it for a long time. Read it on Sunday as it was Father's Day and I lost my father at the age of 16.
I shall read the poem you posted next week, as I'm pushed for time today. It looks like an emotional one.Thanks for sending it in and welcome to the thread ![]() I've only got time to post one poem today but I'll respond to all the other posts on Monday
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Jamboree
I wore a cloth cap and I needed a map For the Banbury Jamboree fete, The Morris Men danced as the evening advanced And the vicar of Dewdrop was late. The Odd Twins were there, or a similar pair And the likeness was rather uncanny, A Peter Pan fan missed it all for his plan To run off with Barley-Gold Annie. A big tug-of war struggled on to a draw, I dipped peaches out of the water, With Stackridge on form they began to perform Do The Stanley for Mrs Green's daughter. Some girls clapped the group while a Lord hurled a hoop, Robin Morningstar flew a mauve kite And the Paperman stared but the kiddies were spared, For the Paperman cometh at night. A hare and a fool skinny-dipped in a pool And the vicar was slow to respond When a book of verse closed Edith Sitwell composed, After readings by Verity Bond. Next morning morning would bring copper kettles that sing With the locals discussing what they did, For the Jamboree crowd had done Banbury proud And the memory still hasn't faded. © |
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but familiarity breeds contempt
isn’t it funny how some sayings are accepted as gospel ![]() Another great poem Scottie
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Great poem, Musty and this particular line is interesting because I would like to think that clouds sometimes talk to each other as they pass by.
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because there is a need to grow
as others feel that time to glow.
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Someone gave me a link to a website, which I can't seem to find right now
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Off shot the fiend back to the woods, ‘ Pup For Sale’ he would compile.
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It reminded me of folk music and I could picture the pirate and his lady clearly. What a lovely romantic tale 
If you come back, maybe you can explain what CPR is 
