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Old 11-08-2016, 22:47
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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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Old 13-08-2016, 10:35
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The Boy in the Empty Cove
I had to concentrate hard to get the meaning of this one. To me it's 'seize the day' - we can all make that choice. I see middle-aged couples sitting in pubs, mute and staring at mobile phones They should all watch Dead Poets Society.

Another corker Elyan
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Old 13-08-2016, 10:40
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Most of my friends are strange 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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Old 13-08-2016, 10:51
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'It's in your own nature to destroy yourselves' - thus spake Arnie in Terminator 2. Energization has occurred ever since Man first stood. But the speed of 'progress' scares me now. Great poem by the way John. Has anyone else been getting the number 11 or 22 in their minds a lot? 22 keeps cropping up for me. On DS, on my oven's digital clock, on TV, everywhere. The year 2022 will be interesting I think....

'Other people are hell' - I think Jean Paul Sartre said that
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Old 13-08-2016, 10:56
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I don't need you. Big surprise!
I'm overjoyed you've gone!
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?
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Old 13-08-2016, 11:18
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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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Old 16-08-2016, 01:27
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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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Old 16-08-2016, 22:34
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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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Old 18-08-2016, 06:24
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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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Old 18-08-2016, 07:04
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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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Old 19-08-2016, 12:17
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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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Old 19-08-2016, 12:20
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Emotional turmoil always brings out the best poems, so before you feel completely better get writing
I took your advice and now there's a whole SET !!!!!!! lolol
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Old 21-08-2016, 15:21
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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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Old 21-08-2016, 16:41
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I took your advice and now there's a whole SET !!!!!!! lolol
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.
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Old 21-08-2016, 17:45
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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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Old 21-08-2016, 18:35
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I took your advice and now there's a whole SET !!!!!!! lolol
Well after reading your last poem it looks like you did it just in the nick of time
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Old 21-08-2016, 20:15
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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.

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Old 21-08-2016, 21:37
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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.

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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 !
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Old 22-08-2016, 00:03
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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 !
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.
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Old 22-08-2016, 00:28
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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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Old 22-08-2016, 01:23
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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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Old 22-08-2016, 05:34
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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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Old 22-08-2016, 08:08
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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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Old 22-08-2016, 08:10
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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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Old 22-08-2016, 08:13
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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.
Sounds like you've had more than your fair share of knocks there archiver
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