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Is Poetry a Dead Art? (Part 4)
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Keyser_Soze1
12-11-2016
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“This did make me laugh Keyser I noticed the lack of the word 'it' and I'm so glad you corrected it. Sometimes the biggest emotions are best summed up in the fewest words ”

Thanks.
mr. mustard
12-11-2016
Originally Posted by Bobbysmom:
“Cats

So why do I adore them?
Why do I love them so?
No use asking ME that
Coz I simply just don't know!”

Great cat poem Ruth I adore cats and feed the local moggies. They also use me borders as a karzi but I don't mind - you've got to go somewhere haven't you?

Any ode praising the humble feline is alright with me
mr. mustard
12-11-2016
The New Recruit's First Day

'Hello there mate, I see you're new,
Don't worry, you'll soon settle.
Take in the atmospheric view
And I'll put on the kettle.'

'Oh thanks, I'm gasping for a tea!
What month is it, November?
Apart from flashbacks baffling me
There's not much I remember.'

'I was the same on my first day
But rehabilitation
And time in this place where we stay
Brings back lost information.

I left a trench and never did
Return from foreign regions,
Some fought, some died, some even hid
Among our British legions.

My final vision is the the blood
Of Henderson and Sanders
And laying face-down in the mud
When I got hit at Flanders.'

'But that was many years ago
And you look barely twenty!
Is this the place where heroes go?
Is this the land of plenty?'

'Well, someone has to pay the toll
And numbers I can't tally,
Come on now son, let's take a stroll
Across the sunlit valley.

Although we're still in uniform,
We have no other duty
Than resting where these poppies form
Eternal plains of beauty.'


©
mr. mustard
12-11-2016
Originally Posted by Bobbysmom:
“Cats. Part 2

He leapt serenely onto my lap
and helped me press the keys.”

If cats could use computers there'd probably be a lot of bitching online
mr. mustard
12-11-2016
Originally Posted by Bobbysmom:
“Remembrance

He recalled that day very well.
He saw his best friend die.”

What a touching tribute to an old soldier Ruth. So many lives lost on all sides, the sheer amount of dead in World War One is staggering. Many families say the survivors rarely talked about what happened
mr. mustard
12-11-2016
Originally Posted by CRTHD:
“You're an essay in glamour
Please pardon the grammar
but you're every schoolboy's dream
You're Celtic, United, but baby I've decided
You're the best team I've ever seen”

I love these lines
Bobbysmom
12-11-2016
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“What a touching tribute to an old soldier Ruth. So many lives lost on all sides, the sheer amount of dead in World War One is staggering. Many families say the survivors rarely talked about what happened ”


John did speak about it that day, but I could see how horribly traumatic it was for him ...
and the worst part was, even though he was very old and his memory fading, THOSE memories were as vivid as the day they happened.
How cruel is that?
It broke my heart to see the way it affected him.
I looked after him for some months but we didn't touch on the subject again.
Bobbysmom
13-11-2016
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“The New Recruit's First Day


Although we're still in uniform,
We have no other duty
Than resting where these poppies form
Eternal plains of beauty.'


©”


This gave me goosebumps musty ................... brilliant!
Bobbysmom
14-11-2016
Sweet?

Isn't it strange how the sweetest things can turn out to be not so?
I went out on Saturday night and saw a great live show.
I decided to suck on a lolly, It lasted quite a while.
But now I have loads of mouth ulcers,
They HURT even when I smile
mr. mustard
14-11-2016
Originally Posted by Bobbysmom:
“I looked after him for some months but we didn't touch on the subject again.”

We can only imagine the horrors - actually being there must have been unbelievable

Originally Posted by Bobbysmom:
“This gave me goosebumps musty ................... brilliant!”

Thanks Ruth

Originally Posted by Bobbysmom:
“Sweet?

I decided to suck on a lolly, It lasted quite a while.
But now I have loads of mouth ulcers,”

You'd be better off with a bag of crisps Ruth
mr. mustard
14-11-2016
At 2:15 on Sunday afternoon I finished the final proof-read for the book I celebrated with a glass of wine, a bit like James Caan in the film Misery

YIPPPPEEEEEE!!!!






Bobbysmom
14-11-2016
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“At 2:15 on Sunday afternoon I finished the final proof-read for the book I celebrated with a glass of wine, a bit like James Caan in the film Misery

YIPPPPEEEEEE!!!!






”


WHOOP WHOOP WHOOP

*punches the air*

Way to GO musty :
Bobbysmom
14-11-2016
Inspired by CRTHD's contribution .... I just LOVE this song.


"Poison"

Your cruel device,
Your blood like ice.
One look could kill,
My pain, your thrill.

I wanna love you, but I better not touch (don't touch)
I wanna hold you, but my senses tell me to stop
I wanna kiss you, but I want it too much (too much)
I wanna taste you, but your lips are venomous poison

You're poison runnin through my veins
You're poison, I don't wanna break these chains.

Your mouth, so hot
Your web, I'm caught
Your skin, so wet
Black lace on sweat

I hear you callin and it's needles and pins (and pins)
I wanna hurt you just to hear you screaming my name
Don't wanna touch you, but you're under my skin (deep in)
I wanna kiss you, but your lips are venomous poison

You're poison runnin through my veins
You're poison, I don't wanna break these chains
Poison

One look (one look), could kill (could kill),
My pain, your thrill.

I wanna love you, but I better not touch (don't touch)
I wanna hold you, but my senses tell me to stop
I wanna kiss you, but I want it too much (too much)
I wanna taste you, but your lips are venomous poison

You're poison runnin through my veins
You're poison, I don't wanna break these chains
Poison

I wanna love you, but I better not touch (don't touch)
I wanna hold you, but my senses tell me to stop
I wanna kiss you, but I wanna too much (too much)
I wanna taste you, but your lips are venomous poison

Yeah
Well I don't wanna break these chains
Poison

Runnin deep inside my veins
Burnin deep inside my veins
Poison
I don't wanna break these chains



Not one to teach the kids though eh BB?
belly button
14-11-2016
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“At 2:15 on Sunday afternoon I finished the final proof-read for the book I celebrated with a glass of wine, a bit like James Caan in the film Misery

YIPPPPEEEEEE!!!!






”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mrmYSJddqJM



Well done you !
belly button
14-11-2016
Originally Posted by Bobbysmom:
“Inspired by CRTHD's contribution .... I just LOVE this song.


"Poison"

I wanna love you, but I better not touch (don't touch)
I wanna hold you, but my senses tell me to stop
I wanna kiss you, but I want it too much (too much)
I wanna taste you, but your lips are venomous poison

Not one to teach the kids though eh BB?”


Is it one of Shakespeare's ?
Keyser_Soze1
14-11-2016
Originally Posted by belly button:
“Is it one of Shakespeare's ? ”

More like Molly Parkin (only one novel read avidly when my parents were out when I was 14 - for artistic reasons of course).

Congratulations Mr Mustard.
mr. mustard
15-11-2016
Originally Posted by Bobbysmom:
“Way to GO musty :”

Originally Posted by belly button:
“Well done you ! ”

Originally Posted by Keyser_Soze1:
“Congratulations Mr Mustard. ”

Thanks all and for the fireworks BB

You can call me Musty, Keyser
mr. mustard
15-11-2016
'Viva Morrissey!'

I always felt shut out of life and weird
Until a star called Morrissey appeared
Who knew how shyness gouges like a knife;
Who wrote and sang the soundtrack of my life.

From Meat Is Murder to Vauxhall And I,
From Suedehead to the quiff so very high,
It's 'Viva Morrissey!' all misfits cry.


©
mr. mustard
15-11-2016
Originally Posted by Bobbysmom:
“One look could kill,
My pain, your thrill.”

You can't beat a bit of Alice
scottie2121
15-11-2016
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“At 2:15 on Sunday afternoon I finished the final proof-read for the book I celebrated with a glass of wine, a bit like James Caan in the film Misery

YIPPPPEEEEEE!!!!






”

Can I be your number 1 fan please . . .
scottie2121
15-11-2016
We walked along the sand to the churning beat
of water rolling pebbles, scoured shells
and clinging fronds of weed, tumbled, one state
to another. You linked my arm, as you always did.
I looked ahead towards the curve of land
where it dipped a toe into the sea, pushing rocks
into hooked waves to hammer
their cargo on pock-marked anvils.

A gull calls out and you’re gone,
my arm carrying nothing more than a worn-out sleeve,
my hand tucked deep into an empty pocket and memories
as hard as a single trail of footprints on the beach.

The sun will sink into the sea again, and each atom
will continue its orbit, through the dark and back to the light.
Bobbysmom
15-11-2016
Disorientated

Where do I start to describe the state
of being all at sea?
Sightly bewildered, a little bemused?
Yes, that describes me.

A few strong drinks MAY have caused
my feeling of being astray,
Only I haven't had a drop
Yet I'm perplexed anyway.

Nothing I ate, nor smoked nor took
can account for my feeling off-beam.
It's just the way it is I guess
Or that's how it would seem.

So bewildered, unsettled, a little lost
is my state of mind today.
Surely tomorrow it'll all work out?
I'll be ME again ... I pray.


mr. mustard
16-11-2016
Originally Posted by scottie2121:
“Can I be your number 1 fan please . . .”

Oh no, it's Kathy Bates

I'll have to catch up on the latest contributions tomorrow, as I have to dash now. Speak soon my friends
Bobbysmom
16-11-2016
Hello everyone

I'm just wondering when the best time for Seasonal poems is?

I don't want to start with all the 'jingly, mistletoe, candy cane, decking the boughs' stuff if it's going to cause mass groaning and "It's too early" comments

Christmas Eve maybe?

Thank you in advance
mr. mustard
17-11-2016
Originally Posted by scottie2121:
“The sun will sink into the sea again, and each atom
will continue its orbit, through the dark and back to the light.”

What a terrific write Scottie. I love the descriptions of seaside things like pebbles and shells. But the poem'a also tinged with a strong sense of loss. A piece this good really should have a title
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