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Is Poetry a Dead Art? (Part 4)
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mr. mustard
27-10-2016
Originally Posted by Elyan:
“Alive

Some sort of crate?
It’s walls feel like they’re crushing me”

Jeez, this must be everyone's worst nightmare....being buried alive I must admit Elyan, this made me feel claustrophobic! With Halloween approaching though, it's an ideal poem for the time of year. I must compose a horror ode in time for the 31st
mr. mustard
27-10-2016
Originally Posted by belly button:
“What's this ! Can't be arsed..can't be arsed ??? Sort it out you slacker ! Too much time in the pub ”

Terrible, isn't it BB? I'm here again but I think I'll leave it till Saturday now The trouble is, I've been working so hard on getting the poem right, I'm sick of the sight of it. I like it but I need a break from it before I can type out such a lengthy over-familiar piece.

As for the book, it's been put back to January The day I was due to visit my computer wizard in London has been scuppered again. My cousin's visiting from the Isle of Wight and I can't put her off - I don't see her often

It's a shame to miss Crimbo but the book is going to happen, definitely
mr. mustard
27-10-2016
Originally Posted by Bobbysmom:
“ I'm AGHAST

This is a first isn't it?”

It is Ruth, it is - there's always a first time I'll be here on Saturday morning ready to post it though

They're making alterations to the top floor of the library where I am, so I hope it's not closed for renovation that day. Fingers and everything else crossed

See you soon Ipada people
Bobbysmom
27-10-2016
Originally Posted by Elyan:
“Alive


Can anybody hear my calls?
I’m trapped here in these silky walls….

….Hello!”


Yikes ... that really is the stuff of nightmares ....
LOVE IT!
Elyan
27-10-2016
Originally Posted by belly button:
“

I can always 'see' your poems. They are are so vivid . Remember to ask for a bell to be put in with you when your time comes !”

Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“Jeez, this must be everyone's worst nightmare....being buried alive I must admit Elyan, this made me feel claustrophobic! With Halloween approaching though, it's an ideal poem for the time of year. I must compose a horror ode in time for the 31st ”

Originally Posted by Bobbysmom:
“Yikes ... that really is the stuff of nightmares ....
LOVE IT! ”

Thanks all.

My worst nightmare too! My stomach turns at the thought of it.
belly button
27-10-2016
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“Terrible, isn't it BB? I'm here again but I think I'll leave it till Saturday now The trouble is, I've been working so hard on getting the poem right, I'm sick of the sight of it. I like it but I need a break from it before I can type out such a lengthy over-familiar piece.

As for the book, it's been put back to January The day I was due to visit my computer wizard in London has been scuppered again. My cousin's visiting from the Isle of Wight and I can't put her off - I don't see her often

It's a shame to miss Crimbo but the book is going to happen, definitely ”


Well don't be so shy and put a link up so people can see where they can buy it this time

I can't believe where the time has gone. It seems only five minutes since posting a Christmas poem last year. Looking forward to the Halloween contributions. I might try a bit of gore myself
Bobbysmom
27-10-2016
Nightmares

Elyan wrote of being
buried alive! That's bad!
Musty and BB agreed
It's a nightmare most of us had.

Then there's the one where you're flying
wearing only a little vest.
All on the ground are looking up
as the garment barely covers y'chest!

A common one is running
away from some demonic face.
But there's jelly in y'wellies
You can barely get up a pace.

The falling one is awful too
just plummeting down and down
knowing that any minute
you'll splatter on the ground!

There's one where all my teeth fall out.
I just look into my hand
and see them simply lying there!
That toothless look ain't grand.

But the nightmare that beats all comers
Is when a larger girls clothes pinch.
She's good as gold the whole week through
and the scales don't move an INCH!
belly button
27-10-2016
Originally Posted by Bobbysmom:
“Nightmares

Elyan wrote of being
buried alive! That's bad!
Musty and BB agreed
It's a nightmare most of us had.

Then there's the one where you're flying
wearing only a little vest.
All on the ground are looking up
as the garment barely covers y'chest!

A common one is running
away from some demonic face.
But there's jelly in y'wellies
You can barely get up a pace.

The falling one is awful too
just plummeting down and down
knowing that any minute
you'll splatter on the ground!

There's one where all my teeth fall out.
I just look into my hand
and see them simply lying there!
That toothless look ain't grand.

But the nightmare that beats all comers
Is when a larger girls clothes pinch.
She's good as gold the whole week through
and the scales don't move an INCH! ”

I don't think I've ever had a nightmare in my life, mind you I can't usually remember dreams at all. Strange, because I still remember those I had as a child as clear today as they were then.

Loving your poems by the way. They are very 'human'
Bobbysmom
28-10-2016
Originally Posted by belly button:
“I don't think I've ever had a nightmare in my life, mind you I can't usually remember dreams at all. Strange, because I still remember those I had as a child as clear today as they were then.

Loving your poems by the way. They are very 'human' ”


Never????? (had a nightmare) ... well you must be one very cool, calm, collected Lady

Nightmares are the process by which we deal with 'issues' which cause us anxiety (so I'm led to believe).
It COULD be that you don't remember if you generally don't remember dreaming.

And Thank You for loving my poems You knock out some corkers y'self!
Bobbysmom
28-10-2016
That time of Year


The time of year is upon us
when we put away pretty things.
Now's the time to 'go all Goth'.
Black make-up and skull rings.
Or get a t-shirt shredded
and attempt to appear dead.
That zombie look is popular
or so I heard it said.
Vampires are a big hit
wild eyes and bloodied lips
and don't forget those sharp fangs
Red dripping from the tips.
The face from scary movie
like Edvard Munch's 'Scream'
Slip on the mask and jump out!
The shock will be extreme.
I'm fond of the Black widow
She mates then eats the male
Though I'm sure the men among us
Will shudder and turn quite pale.
Ghouls and gore and nasty things
make the day a unique one,
Halloween is once a year
And it's all just jolly fun.
belly button
28-10-2016
Wooooooooooo !

There’s a ghost sleeps in the attic
You can hear the snoring creaks
I thought it was a mouse with clogs
Emitting the howling shrieks.

Up I went to find it
Fish net in my hand
A torch I’d wedged between my teeth
Donned Rambo style headband

Into the gloom I foraged
Tripping on the junk
The torch had blown a gasket
I soon had lost my spunk

Then I spied a candle
I lit it with a match
Now brave again determined
To make a furry catch

But Santa was too shocking
Stowed away behind a box
I dropped the candle holder
And fire raged like the pox

So when you come to visit
And hear the attic banshee
Don’t think it is a mouse with clogs
In fact it’s really me ....
Elyan
28-10-2016
Dream

Floating slow above the fog,
Near a moonlit forest floor,
A spider moves on a blackened log,
Where the crawling creatures bore

Their whispers come, to call my name,
From beyond the quiet air,
Like imps who play their ugly game,
When the boy is here to scare

I know my fate, this quiet night,
As I slowly drift around,
To wait for hell to show it’s fright,
As my eyes fix on the ground

Then o’er an inky, silent pool,
The dream god ends my sleep,
Before the hands of an awful ghoul,
Can drag me to the deep
belly button
28-10-2016
Feast of Blood

Why so pale my love , my dear
Be your sleep disturbed at night
I feel you are not all thyself
Come here into the light

Thou recoils illumination so
And feel yet cold to hand
Such glassy eyes of staring
Too strange to understand.

Ah, the night is closing
It appears you are yet fresh
I see your blood is coursing
So warm is now your flesh

Your passion is my ardour
Yet somehow fear I feel
Abandon has become your lust
My doubting I conceal

First pain is the emotion
As you drain away my soul
Through hideous fangs now sinking
So deep into their hole

And now when it is over
Your bloodied smile I know
For as you turn to wipe your lips
Glance mirror blank of cameo
mr. mustard
29-10-2016
I haven't time to respond to all the new material and posts - it'll have to be Tuesday now. I shall look forward to it muchly
mr. mustard
29-10-2016
Louise in October

Louise, if I'd known just one person like you,
My life would have changed, it's undoubtably true;
I picture the leaves being blown from the bark
And me walking home alone in the old park.

A schoolboy who couldn't speak up or be loud,
A schoolgirl who didn't fit in with the crowd,
If only we'd met in the October grey,
Returning from school at the end of the day.

But how can two lonely souls ever once sing
Or muster the courage to say anything?
Perhaps if I talk to you, breaking the ice,
Then tell you a joke; a brave roll of the dice.

My desperate ploy somehow forces a laugh,
The rarest of moments on my homeward path,
It helps to unlock all the barriers that
Keep us from connecting and we start to chat.

You tell of your interest in poets and books,
Not overnight fashions or movie star looks,
In Tolkien's epic, why oceans are blue
And what the world means, not in who's dating who.

The last to get picked for heroic sports teams,
Like me, you sit through the term lost in daydreams,
Preferring things quiet, avoiding the fuss,
The chatter and babble that's heard on the bus.

Young people enjoy fun nights out and new trends,
They search for adventure and like-minded friends,
Unable to understand how our kind feel,
Who spend time alone because shyness is real.

If my school tormentors start hurling abuse,
Their unthinking insults won't be any use,
Their words will be easy for us to ignore,
For you and I Louise have gained so much more.

As golden leaves fall amid laughter and talk
And dusk fills the park on our lingering walk,
I'm wondering if, after saying hello
The friendship we've found may eventually grow.

And while you look round at October Louise,
Absorbing the colour of autumnal trees
You'll be unaware of me noticing too
How they are surpassed by the beauty of you.


©
mr. mustard
29-10-2016
Originally Posted by belly button:
“Well don't be so shy and put a link up so people can see where they can buy it this time ”

I think The Designer by 'Robert Coleman' is still available on the website Blurb, BB It made £80

I'm not much good at links or technology in general
belly button
29-10-2016
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“I think The Designer by 'Robert Coleman' is still available on the website Blurb, BB

I'm not much good at links or technology in general ”

Can I put it up ?
mr. mustard
29-10-2016
Originally Posted by belly button:
“Can I put it up ? ”

By all means BB - I'd check the T & C first though
belly button
29-10-2016
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“By all means BB - I'd check the T & C first though ”

I'll ask the mods
mr. mustard
29-10-2016
Originally Posted by belly button:
“I'll ask the mods ”

Thanks for your help BB - I'm off now and I can't wait to read the horror poems here on Tuesday
belly button
29-10-2016
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“Thanks for your help BB - I'm off now and I can't wait to read the horror poems here on Tuesday ”


Bye Musty ! Gan canny
belly button
29-10-2016
Here is the first book by Robert Coleman (Oct 2012) . Our very own Mr Mustard .

http://www.blurb.com/b/3645694-the-designer
mr. mustard
01-11-2016
Originally Posted by belly button:
“Here is the first book by Robert Coleman (Oct 2012) . Our very own Mr Mustard.”

Thanks very much for that BB With hindsight, The Designer is flawed throughout. The volume's too slim, the book's dimensions are wrong, the poems are set out in a DS style with bold titles and a number of errors slipped through the net too. That said, I'm still happy with the content and front and back covers.

There's going to be a big improvement - if The Designer was a drop, the next book's an ocean
mr. mustard
01-11-2016
Originally Posted by Bobbysmom:
“Nightmares

But there's jelly in y'wellies
You can barely get up a pace.”

What a catalogue of disasters - this poem tickled me, Ruth
mr. mustard
01-11-2016
Originally Posted by Bobbysmom:
“The face from scary movie
like Edvard Munch's 'Scream'”

A good reminder of how scary the original Scream was I thought the sequels were pretty naff.
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