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That sounds like you've had a big gust of fresh air blow through you. Well done you
![]() I simply woke up and smelled the coffee and it was GOOD
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The Boy in the Empty Cove
They should all watch Dead Poets Society.Another corker Elyan
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Limbo Dancer
I think I am too - not many people write over a 1000 poems I liked Limbo Dancer, a poem of two halves; it starts off with questions and ends up with partnerships. Interesting John
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The Others
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I don't need you. Big surprise!
I'm overjoyed you've gone! ![]() An excellent, searing poem Bobbysmom. What do we call you for short by the way?
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I was going to post Hither, Hither Love by Keats but DS is playing up - foiled again
![]() Never mind, I'm off to London on Sunday to start getting the book assembled. Be good everyone
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Thanks for comments Musty. Over 1,000 poems is quite an achievement. I hope the work on the book went well on Sunday.
This one rattled out slowly earlier. Slowly does it. Life in the slow lane. Taking my time. Time for complaining: This not sublime! Having a grumble is good for my grumpy. I fumble along. This road sure is bumpy. Signposts vandalised by kids. Motorists perfecting skids. Heavy traffic everywhere. Tragic, but no time to care. I worked it out with bad math. I shirked much of the sad path and found a way to keep my mind from dreams of the sleepless kind. Slowly weighing up the odds. Praying that my will, not god's shall be done as it used to be, before they made a man of me. Compared to nothing life is great. Impossible to overstate the value of another day. I'm slow, but for the long stay. |
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The Verger.
On the verge of final testing. Convergence solely resting on configuration set. Time to place your bet. Will it work straight away? Will it take another day to get creation right? Let there be light! Let there be oceans wide and a green hillside where children can play. Where no sign of dismay shall enter their hearts. 'Tis but one of my arts. Let there be pride and joy and a will to employ one's labour of love. If there is life above and below and all round, then let us astound them with our sincere. Stand by. All clear. |
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Wow - this reminds me so much of a lady friend of mine. She's not on DS but I MUST get her to read this
![]() An excellent, searing poem Bobbysmom. What do we call you for short by the way? ![]() Thank you. Ruth for short
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The Narcissist
You always put what you want before any others needs. Your sense of self importance Is breathtaking indeed. You demand to be admired and every word you speak must be hung upon by all. My God, you are a freak. Empathy? You know not what that's all about. And if you cannot get your way You stomp and scream and shout. You tell others what to do. We're here to serve and obey. It isn't part of your make up Not to get your way. You can dish out scathing barbs and criticise whom you please. But let them dare to give it back That creates in you unease. And I know why this is the case. I know what makes you tick. Your ego is too fragile It makes your poor mind sick. You really should be pitied But your black soul makes that hard. I'm just glad I'm not like you Cold and cruel and hard. I couldn't live the way you do I'd hate to be in your head. Living a totally selfish life. I'd be better off dead. Because it's warmth from my fellow man that makes life worth living. I cannot imagine being hard and cold Never loving or caring or giving. People don't often remember Lots of things you do They recall how you made them feel What will they remember about you? Not nice things, nothing good. Just nasty words and deeds. That's what happens when you put your wants Before anyone else's needs. |
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and finally ........
Revenge. Some say revenge is a dish That's always best served cold. Others think "do it at the time, Inflict it, get them told!" There is another school of thought which recommends letting go. Brush it off, move along Don't stoop or slip that low. Me? I'm not completely sure the best way ... which is which? But one thing I truly DO believe. Karma is a bitch. I really do not have the time nor inclination left to give any great deal of thought to why I was bereft. Nor to the one who made that so Or how or when or why. And though I think revenge IS sweet Karma will deal it, not I. |
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Emotional turmoil always brings out the best poems, so before you feel completely better get writing
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The Moment.
I sat with my friends in a crowded room Sipping drinks and chewing the fat. Lots of others milling about, All talking about this and that. A rather good singer up on the stage, The atmosphere friendly and warm. And I basked in the comfort surrounding me Respite from my recent life storm. A natural lull in the conversation gave a chance to scan the room. My eyes quickly swept across the bar There you were. Our eyes locked. BOOM! Just for a moment you and I were the only two people there. Just for a moment time stood still we were lost in each others stare. True depth of feeling stirred in me A thousand words could never explain how my world shifted under my feet Then in a moment it was gone again. Just one moment in time you gave, And you'll never know how that changed me. How you gave me so much more than a moment You gave me hope, and you set me free. |
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I took your advice and now there's a whole SET !!!!!!! lolol
![]() I really like your poems. I thought, after reading verse three, it was the eyes of he who has karma coming, you locked with.
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And a new beginning with The Moment?
![]() I really like your poems. I thought, after reading verse three, it was the eyes of he who has karma coming, you locked with. ![]() Very much a new beginning .... I WANTED it but I couldn't feel it .... until last night. Today I woke up and KNEW I hadn't imagined the effect .... how strange that such a little thing can change everything ![]() Is that Karma? I don't know ! |
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I took your advice and now there's a whole SET !!!!!!! lolol
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Well after reading your last poem it looks like you did it just in the nick of time
![]() Y'know I think you could be right there. ![]() From now on they're going to be moonlight and roses and violins and what not. lololol ![]() And by the way ... I am LOVING this thread. Quality
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Y'know I think you could be right there.
![]() From now on they're going to be moonlight and roses and violins and what not. lololol ![]() And by the way ... I am LOVING this thread. Quality ![]() Roses are Red Violets are blue I've cancelled our date Cos I've got the flu ! |
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Very much a new beginning .... I WANTED it but I couldn't feel it .... until last night.
Today I woke up and KNEW I hadn't imagined the effect .... how strange that such a little thing can change everything ![]() Is that Karma? I don't know !
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Anne Was Wrong.
All of them want to use you. Nobody wants to be abused. Think about it at your leisure. Think abuse is a pleasure? How could anyone be so wrong then sing it in a song? Has the world so changed? Is our thinking rearranged? "Sweet dreams" were made of that? Also - you was flat. |
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The Sea of Insanity.
A previous life I spent on the good ship Circumvent was a lifetime at sea and between you and me we were closer than now. I'm all adrift somehow. Can't find safe mooring. Everyone is snoring. I try to stay on course, but like some eternal force dressed up as a clown makes the current drag me down. Of course I can swim. I'm not that dim. I was a good sailor. Here I am a failure. But still I am afloat in my little life boat. |
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Hillsborough
Hillsborough
Standing on the terraces singing with joy I must sing louder, opposing fans to annoy We get pushed forward, nearer the front Dave trips over, lets out a grunt We don’t realise anything is wrong Until a young boy, is trampled on He can’t get up, there is no room For him it must be, certain doom Fans clamour and try to find A way to leave this madness behind Many are lucky and manage to get out But ninety five can only scream and shout This should have been forest against Mersey red But ninety five fans have ended up dead Driving to Sheffield young Lee (fourteen) can’t wait But he doesn’t know about his own fate He will be crushed to death like a paper cup Because it’s the Semi-Final of the FA Cup Fifteenth of April, nineteen eighty nine I know what I was doing at this time I put the TV on, to watch the match Then I began to cry, I couldn’t think why, It was because my friend Lee Was about to die. In Loving memory of, Lee Nicol. May you Rest In Peace. Also, to the other 95 who lost thier lives that day. And thought to all families and loved ones who have had to endure everyday and forever more Amen. Memories and thoughts will never be silenced. Amen. Stuart Watson 5 January 2005 |
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It was your previous line "Karma will deal it, not I" I thought of. At the turn of verse three, when your eyes met, I had the awful feeling it was the guy from that poem.
![]() Nope. Just a complete stranger who'll probably never know the power of good he did me. It's been a long long time since anyone made me feel like I did in that moment. *sigh*
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You mean like this ? :
Roses are Red Violets are blue I've cancelled our date Cos I've got the flu ! Erm .... well .... kinda ....
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The Sea of Insanity.
Of course I can swim. I'm not that dim. I was a good sailor. Here I am a failure. But still I am afloat in my little life boat.
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They should all watch Dead Poets Society.
I think I am too - not many people write over a 1000 poems
I liked Limbo Dancer, a poem of two halves; it starts off with questions and ends up with partnerships. Interesting John