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Time Does Not Exist
Time may seem persistent Yet the point is missed: Time is non-existent, Time does not exist. Pink Floyd deemed it heavy, Dali made it melt, Do not pay the levy Time has cruelly dealt. Staring at the clock-face, Burning down the wick, Working at the rock-face Where the seconds tick. In the autumn season When leaves fall in wealth, Time is not the reason, It's the tree itself. Time turns your hair snowy, Time creates despair, Time was sung by Bowie But it isn't there. A void, a blank, a nothing, A trick to make us all Run in circles, puffing With a chain and ball. Tea? Of course I'll pour dear But I think you'll find That it's half past four here Only in your mind. Time remains insistent Far beyond our graves, Time is non-existent And we are its slaves. © |
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Time Does Not Exist
Time may seem persistent Yet the point is missed: Time is non-existent, Time does not exist. Time remains insistent Far beyond our graves, Time is non-existent And we are its slaves. © My goodness Musty ..... there's a thought provoking piece if ever I saw one. I just spent 20 minutes thinking about time being non-existent ...... or DID I ???? ![]() Surrealism in verse ... and of course, I LOVE it ![]() ![]()
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It must have been hard finding so many words that rhyme with 'ode'
![]() I think the sooner we all move on from THAT particular pile of poop ..... the better ![]() It hasn't escaped me though, that your comment is diplomacy on a stick Musty ![]() ![]() ![]() I know you comment on all contributions but it must've taken quite some time to come up with something, ANYTHING about that poem, which wouldn't make me sob and cry ![]() Thank you ![]() ![]()
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Beware
The beast is calm and quiet, sedate in her safe, dark place. As long as she is left undisturbed she's harmless in that space. Warning signs? There are none! No indication that the pretty thing is really feral, much like a manic wildcat! Perish the thought that anyone underestimates the rash decision to wake up the beast! There will be a fierce backlash. Disturb her at your peril. Beware of what you do. Only waken this wild beast if you can tame her too.
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Surrealism in verse
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Beware
Disturb her at your peril. Beware of what you do. An interesting write, Ruth
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We have been warned An interesting write, Ruth ![]() I suspect we ALL have a bit of a beast inside us ...... some, perhaps, slightly wilder than others ![]()
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CLEVER ?
Months ago, in January, I decided to be clever. Bought all my Christmas pressies in the sales. I went Hell for Leather battling through the manic throng to get the bargains I needed. I came out of it knocked about a bit But my goal? Yes, I succeeded !!! I thought "What a canny lass I am". A little bit smug in fact. I had everything I wanted and away they were all packed. The months flew by and to the stash I didn't give another thought. Now though, Christmas is coming I remembered all that I'd bought. I got out the scissors, sellotape and Christmas wrap. Got myself a cuppa Shooed the cats off my lap. Now I was ready, to get the big job started. Suddenly I thought ..... and became a bit downhearted. ""WHERE did I put them all?" I sat and gave it thought. Nothing came to mind. Where was the stuff I'd bought.? I began to search the house, every room and every nook. There isn't a stone left unturned . There's nowhere I didn't look. Can I find them? Can I Hell ! There's no sign of the pile. Loft, basement, the whole place! I'll search again in a while. I can't find them anywhere. This is SUCH a pain. I did all of it in January!!! Here I go again!!! . |
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ICEY
Today is bitter cold and very very icey. Can I knock out a verse with multiple rhyming lines? Like the 'Snowy' one .... remember that was dicey? No I can't ... Thank the good Lord in his heavens above ![]() ![]()
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CLEVER ?
Bought all my Christmas pressies in the sales. I went Hell for Leather
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I'll be avoiding Xmas sales like the plague
![]() Stopped off at Warwick Castle yesterday . The Christmas trees were up and it was wonderful
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I've been to your beloved Avebury. The wind and the rain certainly added to the atmosphere .
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Marvellous BB -aren't the stones mind-blowingly massive! I've seen paintings of Warwick Castle and it looks impressive. I'm glad you had a nice trip BB
![]() A strange thing happened when we went to nearby Silbury Hill . I mistakenly thought it was called Salisbury Hill and had just said so when Peter Gabriel came on the radio singing Salisbury Hill , so it will be called that to me now incorrect or not
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A strange thing happened when we went to nearby Silbury Hill . I mistakenly thought it was called Salisbury Hill and had just said so when Peter Gabriel came on the radio singing Salisbury Hill , so it will be called that to me now incorrect or not
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I've often wondered if Peter Gabriel's Solsbury Hill was a play on Silbury. King Sil was supposed to be buried in it on a golden horse. A good myth
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Happy rhyming folks
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Well my theory is that an Egyptian sailed over and missed the Pyramids , so had that made . It would have been brilliant white originally just like the pyramids .
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Strangely, Silbury Hill was a brilliant white originally - vast chalk steps were carved inside it.
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Well Egyptian King's reminder of his homeland is my new myth then .
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I have an open mind, but what was found at the base of Silbury after excavation pointed to British Stone Age beliefs. That said, we'll never know who actually built it for sure. I'll probably post an Avebury-related poem tomorrow
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Maybe we over think things of the past and they built for the sheer hell of it too
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Stopped off at Warwick Castle yesterday . The Christmas trees were up and it was wonderful ![]() I'm originally from that neck of the woods and spent many many hours there ..... I used to imagine what it would have been like to have lived in it ..... sporting a huge cone hat with a bit of chiffon dangling and having knights in shining armor being all chivalrous ........ I suspect those ideas were based more in Hollywood than reality ![]() ![]()
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Wow BB ... memories flooding back to me here .......
I'm originally from that neck of the woods and spent many many hours there ..... I used to imagine what it would have been like to have lived in it ..... sporting a huge cone hat with a bit of chiffon dangling and having knights in shining armor being all chivalrous ........ I suspect those ideas were based more in Hollywood than reality ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Do you remember the room that is said to be haunted ? I hung back until I was alone and waited to see if I could feel anything. Nothing but smiles. I touched the wall as I left and smiled back
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The flowers and the bees
A plain little flower grew tentatively, all alone beside an empty house, no-one was ever home. A few rays of sun, some days, came filtering through. Just enough to sustain and ensure that she grew. Our little flower's petals were not bright, in fact They were quite pale, uninteresting, listless and flat. Spring was over and done, it was Summertime when the flower experienced a new sensation that threatened to overpower! Something never felt before, something strange and new happened, by the wall of the house where the blossom grew. A few stray bees flew over, one started to move her way. And that's when it happened. She was pollinated that day. He made directly for her. She felt so dull and dim. He positioned himself perfectly She opened up to him. He knew just what to do despite it being unplanned. She welcomed him in, with Instinct giving a hand. He explored the place and found the little bud was ready for the pollen. He gave it all he could. Very quickly it was over, the bee was up and away. The little flower by the house, alone again that day. But her petals were perky, so colourful and bright Around her the place seemed comfy, warm and right. Come wind, come snow, come hail, come rain .... That flower will never be the same flower again. ![]() ![]()
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What a magical place to play
![]() Do you remember the room that is said to be haunted ? I hung back until I was alone and waited to see if I could feel anything. Nothing but smiles. I touched the wall as I left and smiled back ![]() ![]() ![]() How brave are YOU ??????![]() ![]()
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The Castle
The castle walls towered high above everything around, The young woman gazed up at it from distant lower ground. Her thoughts were with the young King, on his solitary throne. The sweet words he whispered to her, and the love he'd shown. She hadn't known who he was when first encountering him. A travelling fair has been passing through, she'd gone there on a whim. He caught her eye and she caught his, they both felt an instant rush. How could she know that to want him would be so dangerous? Inseparable, they stayed together from sunset through till dawn. Through that night they became so close a fiery passion was born. When it came to parting, it was as painful as their flesh burning. She was left alone with an aching heart and a deep insatiable yearning. Came the day when she discovered her true love was the King. Her heart broke on hearing of the imminent Royal Wedding. The spark went out, her soul was crushed, she had no use for life when she realised that the man she adored chose another for his wife. The castle walls still tower high, dwarfing all around A young woman lies resting in the cold distant ground. But strangely she is still present, as many of us have seen. She's there in the castle with her love, despite her not being Queen. *Inspired by BB's visit to Kenilworth castle* |
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