[quote=archiver;83478154]Fallout Shelter.


Well, take solace in the fact you are not alone archiver ..... and I'm sure, despite it's being a bit grim now, it'll all work out swimmingly, probably xxx

Hope it's not bye to your poetry muckers
I do love reading your poems .

Who gave you the fish ?

With names like Reggie and Archie, I think they'd get on like a house on fire

Never been to Margate, but it sounds a bit like Blackpool used to be years ago before the decline of the great British seaside holiday . Massive shame, but time and tastes change I suppose . A glass of vino under the olive trees has taken over the stick of rock and the donkey .

Your poems are outstanding Elyan. Thanks for sharing

Hope you feel better writing that down . There aren't many people who can't understand the sentiment of your poem .
Great last line despite the meaning .

Limbo Dancer.

How low can I go?
Depends if the stick
is balanced to know
that my little trick
is hard to show.

How high can I jump?
Depends if you trump
me with your last card.
At least a yard.

How deep does it get?
The more you fret
the less you see
the strategy.

The wherewithal?
The siren call?
To arms held wide
with love and pride
for joy of life
that full of strife
is not your wife.

The end? No way.
A friend to play
with for a change.

She's a bit strange.

Thank you very much belly.

The lady in the shop gave me all the fish.

Weird how I had this page on a tab while writing Limbo Dancer and you posted around the same time. Often happens on this thread

I remember when limbo dancing was all the rage at school . I don't know how low I could go now ! I might give it a try..... I just did... and it's not very far.

I DO feel better for writing it down. I guess it's cathartic

I must avoid the temptation to drone incessantly about it though, it's time to move on now.

*everyone I know breathes a sigh of relief*

Emotional turmoil always brings out the best poems, so before you feel completely better get writing

I never knew they taught limbo dancing in the 30's!

Wow, the thread's been rocking I'll have to catch up another time - I have to give someone a lift to hospital and time's short today. I'll leave one poem though

(welcome to the thread Bobbysmom by the way )

Arwen Evenstar

As mithril jewels seen from afar
Or dew on silver turf,
What beauty Arwen Evenstar
Possessed in Middle-earth.

Her eyes were like a cloudless night,
With soft transparent lace
Her dresses left a pallid light,
As did her pretty face.

Despite the weight of decades she
Remained forever young;
A flower fair for all to see
Who spoke the Elvish tongue.

Her loveliness was unsurpassed
And poets still respond,
But Arwen Evenstar has passed
Into the mists beyond.


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I've just looked the word 'Limbo' up and surprisingly it's a word that's only been around since the 50's. Still a little bit before my time ..though not by much

Energise.

Ever since the big banger.
No great surprises.
Tolerance breeds anger.
Anger energises.

Now we are to tolerate
the sadly underrated.
Excuse me while I cogitate
on what's understated:

That angry in a bottle
is likely to explode.
Previous besottle
was not any road,
but straighter and narrower
and planned to succeed.

Now some crazy farrower
is going full speed.

The shaken and the stirred
are making their lists.
Meanings nicely blurred
by their shaking fists.

The enemy within
can not do without
sound byte spin
to boldly shout
and call to arms
on all sides.

Never mind. God provides.

Well grr I say and also Grr.
Grey matter churns and whirrs
and out pops another rhyme.
Thought cops - forgive my crime.

The Others.

Through ends of my extremities I feel the world at large.
I sends out my remedies. I never charge.

Others insist I must pay
for my existence,
or I'm in the way.

Others are so devious. Can't work them out.
Some exceed egregious and have no doubt
that theirs is the concept right as rain.

Others, from the onset like - not this again.

In other worlds and other words where did we go wrong?
Tribulated tribal herds sing the fighting song.

Marching to glory? Well I'll be blowed.
Guts look so gory on that well trod road.

I'm glad to be no other.
Individuality separates me
from my brother's stupidity.

Oops.

I was just about to reply , but it's gone

Yes very OK. OK ?

The first would make excellent lyrics for a rock song .

Lol. Thanks again.

I tried to do poetry on stage many years ago. It didn't go well, but the audience was polite and the main act were encouraging. Maybe I'll try again sometime. Not so timid these days.

There was a young man from Dunstable
Who was an annoying constable
He'd prod with his stick
Like an unwelcome prick
One would think he was mentally unstable

The Boy in the Empty Cove

Hold me not, to future’s yawn,
Oh glorious summer day that gives.
To bring me here this lovely morn,
That I might breathe your air and live.

Time will never come to mind,
But leap into each day, then go.
To see what God, and all mankind
Bestowed to us that we might know.

To stay or go, is in my hands,
A freedom blind, and yet enjoyed.
Power to fly with wind, o’er sands,
In skies that warm this blissful boy.

Yes you should. All the regulars could by tickets and come to listen. We'd make sure things weren't polite

Thank you kindly Sir xxx

Initially I felt quite sick
My chest felt full of lead
on the day you turned to me
and this is what you said ....

"I don't want you anymore
I really just don't care".
A look of hatred on your face
a sneer firmly planted there.

I never saw it coming
The shock took my breath away.
I really had no idea
How to live through that awful day.

For 11 years you told me
I'd be the ONLY one.
You said you'd always love me
In this life and beyond.

But now the shock has run it's course
The pain has been and gone.
And in it's place a sense of peace
and freedom. Sadness? None!

I looked back on what we had
And do you know what I found?
11 years of being tied,
suffocated and bound.

You fed off me, drained my soul
Gave nothing back to me.
And now you wallow all alone
And me? Well I'm now free.

So take your parasitic ways
and find another fool.
You can't survive on your own
I KNOW that to be true.

Whilst I am really very good
at being just the one.
I don't need you. Big surprise!
I'm overjoyed you've gone!

That sounds like you've had a big gust of fresh air blow through you. Well done you