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Old 24-06-2013, 22:22
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Ta Archiver The best guess for the tradition of passing through holed stones is that they represent portals, entrances to some kind of healing zone. It may be a collective folk memory that lingers on from prehistory, despite the march of time. Cornwall's fascinating and full of obscure ancient sites, I need to return as you do and visit others like Duloe and Lanyon Quoit
Some stunning pictures of Lanyon Quoit on Google images including one I'd like as desktop wallpaper, but it isn't available as far as I can tell.

I loved your idea of a poem about incorrect word use and I'm working on one inspired by that
Looking forward to seeing that already. I'll post if I think of anything useful.

So many would recognise their own shyness in that, for sure. I think it would be quite stunning if spoken by a good voice. Need to know how (quickly) to say some of the words - for a perfect rhythm. Expert quality as usual.

You haven't lost your sense of humour - I'm guessing we'll have crumbled to dust before the stone does.

I also find the beauty indescribeabubble (lovely word), though I find strength in it.

As to the horrors around the world, I'm just thankful that I'm not the one who has to attempt to put them right.
Thankfully, there are some amazingly gifted people working towards peaceful ends to deadly situations. Often at great risk to themselves like J. Christopher Stevens...
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Old 25-06-2013, 03:32
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furthermore and by a choice
a pure and simple hum
Thought-provoking as ever Sandy This has a positive message and like Biz I agree with the sentiments

A heartrending tale Musty, though if it is all true to your experience, shyness certainly didn't kill, it enriched your poetry - and you evidently have a social life.
Thanks Biz - I'm much better now and I'm making friends, something I couldn't do at school. Really serious shyness can put a life on hold, in that it stops you doing the things you want to. I know it did that to me, but I'm glad I can now look back on it and understand what happened.

So many would recognise their own shyness in that, for sure. I think it would be quite stunning if spoken by a good voice. Need to know how (quickly) to say some of the words - for a perfect rhythm. Expert quality as usual.
Thanks Arc The poem was a major effort for me and the writing sessions took place over three days Lanyon Quoit's been described as 'a giant's coffee table' I found a link with a picture of it in a moving panorama, I hope it works.

http://www.lookaroundcornwall.com/hi...nyon-quoit.htm
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Old 25-06-2013, 14:30
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happy roves the rover

Happy roves the rover
On his country way,
With evening nigh
The miles go by,
Enchantment rules the day.

Happy flies the spirit
When it rambles free,
His soul’s envoy
Amid the joy
Of meadow, hill and tree.

He sits down contented,
Patience not worn thin,
A weary path
Led to the hearth
That warms a friendly inn.

Happy roved the rover,
‘Hail fellow well met!’,
He’ll drink and smile
Then rest a while
As gems of sunlight set.


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Old 25-06-2013, 18:04
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Thankfully, there are some amazingly gifted people working towards peaceful ends to deadly situations. Often at great risk to themselves like J. Christopher Stevens...
Terribly sad that he was only in his post for three months.


I'm much better now and I'm making friends, something I couldn't do at school. Really serious shyness can put a life on hold, in that it stops you doing the things you want to. I know it did that to me, but I'm glad I can now look back on it and understand what happened.
Getting older has its compensations.

happy roves the rover

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Heaven on earth.
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Old 25-06-2013, 21:19
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Heaven on earth.
Ta Biz - due to the nice weather of late I've been walking even more. If only we could get a consistent run of it I could go further afield. But with the unpredictable conditions it's mainly local roving for me
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Old 26-06-2013, 09:12
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Thought-provoking as ever Sandy This has a positive message and like Biz I agree with the sentiments

Thanks Musty
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Old 26-06-2013, 10:11
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happy roves the rover

A weary path
Led to the hearth
That warms a friendly inn.

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very nice Musty



The rover finds a place
to dwell but for a little while
to learn understand a way
to wake the blue lit sky.
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Old 26-06-2013, 10:48
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The rover finds a place
to dwell but for a little while
I love it Sandy, 'the blue lit sky' is a great description This roving ode is like a nice ricochet off of my one I'll be posting another new piece later - a break from the Avebury suite has freed me up and it's great to write on some different topics again
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Old 26-06-2013, 16:22
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Candy's Songs

It hurt the time Candy was smitten,
She didn’t want that mess again,
A case probably of once bitten
Twice shy of attracting the men.

Beside a port Candy had grown up,
Its trawlers had died and left doubt,
Her good friend Maxine she would phone up
Or vice-versa when they went out.

Performances never were low-key
Down at the old Fisherman’s Net
Where Saturday night karaoke
Gave people the chance to forget.

In t-shirt and jeans and red trainers
For feeling Maxine liked to strive,
She always did Gloria Gaynor’s
Ubiquitous I Will Survive.

But Candy they watched in the bar tick
All boxes, she made souls explode,
Her Angels was deeply cathartic,
The love Robbie Williams gave flowed.

A screen and the lyrics appearing,
With them any blues she could beat
And Fleetwood Mac’s Dreams was so searing
The microphone sparked in the heat.

Outside her voice echoed along through
The streets where the workers had walked,
Dead docks were no place to belong to
Yet in the pub music still talked.

She sang to rough diamonds and charmers
Devoid of good jobs and much brass,
Like actors in kitchen-sink dramas
They knew Candy’s singing was class.


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Old 26-06-2013, 16:55
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I'm sure Candy will feature in "Talent" or "Voice" as a prelude to becoming a household name. There's so much hidden talent out there.
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Old 26-06-2013, 17:24
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Been trying to express something for some time now, but as often happens, someone's post (in another thread) helped. It isn't a poem and it's really short, but I like it, so I thought I'd post it here as well. It seems to make me feel better but that's down to having got it off me chest.

We are life. Alive is just the temporary illusion of individuality.
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Old 26-06-2013, 17:50
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Been trying to express something for some time now, but as often happens, someone's post (in another thread) helped. It isn't a poem and it's really short, but I like it, so I thought I'd post it here as well. It seems to make me feel better but that's down to having got it off me chest.

We are life. Alive is just the temporary illusion of individuality.
That is so true Archiver; has been since the first human being and will be until the last one. All the more reason to treasure every moment of our life while it lasts. We're all part of the story of humanity, you as much as anyone else.
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Old 26-06-2013, 19:31
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That is so true Archiver; has been since the first human being and will be until the last one. All the more reason to treasure every moment of our life while it lasts. We're all part of the story of humanity, you as much as anyone else.
Exactly May even apply to all life in the galaxy and beyond. :swoon:
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Old 26-06-2013, 19:51
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Exactly May even apply to all life in the galaxy and beyond. :swoon:
Illumination may be imminent.
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Old 26-06-2013, 20:51
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I'm sure Candy will feature in "Talent" or "Voice" as a prelude to becoming a household name.
Hopefully not Biz, Cowell would ruin her The poem was fairly visual, I hope readers got pictures from it

We are life. Alive is just the temporary illusion of individuality.
'We are stardust,
We are golden'


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Old 26-06-2013, 21:36
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Illumination may be imminent.
'We are stardust,
We are golden'


I'm alright now. I had a lie down.
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Old 26-06-2013, 21:58
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"Viciousness in the kitchen,
the potatoes hiss.
It is all Hollywood, windowless,
the fluorescent light wincing on and off like a terrible migraine"
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Old 27-06-2013, 06:51
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I'm alright now. I had a lie down.
Glad to hear it Arc

"Viciousness in the kitchen,
the potatoes hiss.
It is all Hollywood, windowless,
the fluorescent light wincing on and off like a terrible migraine"
I really like this Elastic - it invests a kitchen with life and makes it dramatic. Welcome to the thread by the way
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Old 27-06-2013, 11:27
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English Treasure

Queen Boudicca's calibre
Arthur’s sword Excalibur
Poppies at the Cenotaph
Gandalf and his magic staff,
Finely-crafted Morris treats
Triffids on deserted streets
Waterloo viewed by the Kinks
Beardsley girls outlined in inks,
Country lanes that tend to wind
Dreams that Millais left behind
Looming Stonehenge megaliths
Dover's high and chalky cliffs,
Betjeman and William Blake
Bluebird speeding on the lake
Alfred Hitchcock, Robin Hood
Roast beef next to Yorkshire pud,
Pots of tea for pick-me-ups
Non-league teams in FA Cups
Cornish bays with little boats
Kenneth Williams anecdotes,
Vintage cars that need a push
Lily Langtry and Kate Bush
Barges on remote canals
Enid Blyton's Noddy tales,
Fish and chips and shepherd's pies
Eric Morecambe, Ernie Wise
Tommy Cooper's scarlet fez
Whistle Down The Wind and Kes,
Village taverns, Desperate Dan
Thomas Paine's The Rights of Man
Sunshine on the Pennines Way
Skies of unrelenting grey,
Alan Bennett, Morrissey
Weston-super-Mare by sea
Peter Pan, a bear named Pooh
And The Long Good Friday too,
Henry Tudor's lengthy reign
HG Wells and Michael Caine
Winston Churchill, Rubber Soul
English Treasure makes me whole.


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Old 27-06-2013, 11:30
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English Treasure's an oldie but as with several poems in The Designer it needed a few changes. 'Singles by the Kinks entice' was a line I was never fully happy with, and the alteration brought in another artist I like as a bonus The reference to Dover has been slightly amended too
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Old 27-06-2013, 13:08
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I love it Sandy, 'the blue lit sky' is a great description This roving ode is like a nice ricochet off of my one I'll be posting another new piece later - a break from the Avebury suite has freed me up and it's great to write on some different topics again
Glad you loved it Musty, to me, it was more an interlude than a ricochet.
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Old 27-06-2013, 13:23
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English Treasure's an oldie but as with several poems in The Designer it needed a few changes. 'Singles by the Kinks entice' was a line I was never fully happy with, and the alteration brought in another artist I like as a bonus The reference to Dover has been slightly amended too
Yes, I agree, the changes are an improvement, although I thought "Waterloo" referred to the battle and/or the song by Abba.

I wondered about "Barges on remote canals
Enid Blyton's Noddy pals." Tales is the only awkward rhyme.
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Old 27-06-2013, 14:01
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Been trying to express something for some time now, but as often happens, someone's post (in another thread) helped. It isn't a poem and it's really short, but I like it, so I thought I'd post it here as well. It seems to make me feel better but that's down to having got it off me chest.

We are life. Alive is just the temporary illusion of individuality.
Interesting, temporary is brief and fleeting so are we a moment too.
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Old 27-06-2013, 15:04
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Glad you loved it Musty, to me, it was more an interlude than a ricochet.
A very pleasant interlude Sandy

Yes, I agree, the changes are an improvement, although I thought "Waterloo" referred to the battle and/or the song by Abba.

I wondered about "Barges on remote canals
Enid Blyton's Noddy pals." Tales is the only awkward rhyme.
Drat, I hate leaving confusion and I can see those unaware of the single Waterloo Sunset may be baffled Biz. Time to think again 'Tales and canals' has always bugged me too but focussing on Noddy's pals alone leaves him out of the equation. Thus the solution must be to change the word canals. I'll be back later - I love problem-solving in poetry

EDIT: Sunny singles by the Kinks

I like that as it absorbs Waterloo Sunset, Sunny Afternoon and nineteen-sixties optimism 'Barges floating free of sails' has just come to me
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Old 27-06-2013, 15:17
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A very pleasant interlude Sandy


Drat, I hate leaving confusion and I can see those unaware of the single Waterloo Sunset may be baffled Biz. Time to think again 'Tales and canals' has always bugged me too but focussing on Noddy's pals alone leaves him out of the equation. Thus the solution must be to change the word canals. I'll be back later - I love problem-solving in poetry



Hope you don't mind Musty but I've come up with

'Barges on ripply flowy waters
as Enid Blyton's Noddy saunters'
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