Well I never


Well, I never expected to be surprised
quite the way I have been today.
And not from the bloke with the smouldering eyes.
That yearning has gone away!
No, this was an unexpected thing
came totally out of the blue!
No lingering looks, no sudden zing
No making me want to say "Phew".

Well, I never thought this would happen to me
I've been totally caught off guard.
In a second a friend has turned out to be
The one I've fallen for hard!.
And strangely enough, he feels that way too
And he is as taken aback
As I am, I even made HIM say "Phew"
when I mentioned hitting the sack!

Well, I never imagined how happy I'd be
But Fate has her own special plans.
We've talked about it, him and me
And of Fate, we are now both huge fans!
And after all we've both been through,
It's been no easy ride of late,
I'm starting afresh with someone new
Thank YOU so VERY much Fate!

Sorry Ruth, I just blurted it out

True love is very hard to find (in my limited experience). If this is a true story, I hope it goes well Ruth! Nice poem too, it captures the excitement of the early stages

The Dawn of Man

Who burst the monkey-bubble?
Who thought, so that we can?
Who took the time and trouble
Back at the dawn of Man?

A billion stars above them,
Like gems in one dark pan,
Did watchers fear or love them
Back at the Dawn of Man?

At works of wonder gazing,
With lakes and hills to scan,
It must have seemed amazing
Back at the Dawn of Man.

One broke the chains that fetter,
One reached the fruit and ran
And found two legs were better
Back at the Dawn of Man.

And as the sun was sinking
Some hominids began
Intelligently thinking
Back at the Dawn of Man.

The origin of Reason,
The start of our long plan,
The first self-conscious season
Back at the Dawn of Man.


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They all say that

Steady on Ruth, it's a hot day and I'm in the library - impure thoughts are invading me now

It was BB, obviously Keyser

That's me done until Thursday - keep writing poets, keep lurking lurkers

A poem a day
Keeps stagnation at bay

Spartacus

I

Each empire unforgiving,
Each cruelty, fort and dome,
When Spartacus was living
That Empire's name was Rome.

II

The gladiators clanged their swords
For baying, cheering roman hordes
In hot arenas 'neath the sun.

Theatrical, with muscles strained
Those captive fighters entertained
Spectators who saw death as fun.

And yet among the bloody grind
There was a man, the special kind,
A hero of the vanished past.

From Spartacus came bravery
So great it challenged slavery,
The gladiators rose at last!

Crude weapons were employed to make
A bold escape, a daring break,
No ranks were ever seen like these.

He led them well, an army grew,
The shepherds joined, the herdsmen too,
Defeating Roman troops with ease.

Yet nothing strong as Rome could let
This Spartacus become a threat,
To crush the slaves' revolt they must.

No strike or violence was withheld,
A battle raged and someone felled
Poor Spartacus, from dust to dust.

Now those who had survived the war
Were punished by the Roman law,
A brutal end so far from home.

Six thousand of his rebels died,
Six thousand men were crucified
And withered on the road to Rome.

III

In agony they died hard,
What sorrow God engraves,
O Spartacus you tried hard
But could not free the slaves.


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I felt the poem Spartacus needed major surgery. It's in the historical section of Farewells and Love Songs and the piece was just too brief. An uprising against Roman forces must have taken balls of steel - Jesus showed the same courage in my opinion. I kept the original start and ending, but I nicked the middle bit's format from The Harlot's House by Oscar Wilde.

Sorry Oscar

Smacked bottom for you my lad!

This is largely poetic licence ...... very very loosely based on something someone said

THAT was ALL poetic licence lolololololol

POWERFUL STUFF

I WISH

I wish I could write similar stuff
to that which I read on this thread.
My scribbles, I guess, are fair enough
made of thoughts running through my head.

Then I read the powerful ones,
Those which fascinate me'
Food for thought, there in tonnes
And such vivid pictures I see.

Some are long, others short
It matters not how many lines.
It's the tale in which I am caught
and which harnesses my mind.

For a little while, I am stuck tight
In the author's world I am snared.
I'm glad that you all choose poems to write,
and once written, are then shared.

Life a Spinning Penny

Dry your eyes lost gentle soul
Those tears can blind your view
Of how this life can spin a change
Like heads or tails when threw

Don’t place your bet on what will show
For each can be your way
Both faces of the penny tossed
Hold paths to your heyday .

No face is set in granite stone
You can change it with a smile
A mirror cracked becomes but two
To reflect each route a while.

Rare is the one who travels light
That coin can heavy weigh
But pick it up with all your strength
And toss past tales away.

I love these lines because they sum up the reader's experience so well. The last verse is also beautiful - such a thoughtful ode

Brilliant BB The toss of a coin is a great metaphor for the random ups and downs life can throw at you. A positive statement couched in verse

Hi Musty ! It must be library day

I'm off work for two weeks it's been lovely weather. Spent a few days in Derbyshire on a hill. Last weeks thunderstorm was amazing from up there .

Gods of Rock and Roll

Rock and rollers wiping out the final
Crooners with the speeding up of vinyl;
Bliss at 45 per minute it's a
Single blasting out of a Wurlitzer.

Anti-heroes louder than a cannon,
Johnny Kidd, Gene Vincent and Del Shannon,
Love is there for winning or for losing,
All along Route 66 go cruising.

Juveniles in touchy blackboard jungles
Bored by older people's flaws and bungles,
Elvis on a million bedroom posters,
Little Richard, Dion and the Coasters.

Buddy claiming Peggy Sue got married,
Memphis, Tennessee and names that carried
Poetry for kids who turn the tables,
Hypnotized by spinning record labels.

Sometimes in this world you have to shock it,
Teenagers with money in the pocket
Dancing madly to Great Balls of Fire,
Letting gods of rock and roll inspire.


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Strange, I just made a post about how we need rebels without a cause

It is BB Have a nice break! I went to Derbyshire once, to see Arbor Low. It's an amazing stone circle that collapsed, but no one knows how for sure Worth a Google anyway

* hears theme music from The X-Files *

Probably :

'Teenagers with money in the pocket
Dancing madly to Great Balls of Fire,
Letting gods of rock and roll inspire.'

LMAO - Neolithic rockers

See you BB, I'm off into town now - have a good one