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Ancient Avebury
Centuries of rain and snow Battered you, Yet you survived them. Thousands of years of turmoil Passed, but you remained, Firm and immoveable. Built by long-vanished people Who worshipped Something unknown to us. Then, in modern times Puritans tried to destroy you, Guided by fear. They smashed your stones And buried others, Blaming the Devil. Later, builders came To plunder you for profit; Look, parts of you are encased in cottage walls. Two great avenues, three vast circles, Over six hundred megaliths stood Near Silbury Hill. Now there are less than eighty: Monument to Man's ignorance. When I visit you I feel humbled, lost in awe. Giant blocks of mystic sandstone Like wounded forgotten men But still proud Still watching the skies https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Avebury |
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No time to read the new posts - I'll catch up tomorrow
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Centuries of rain and snow Battered you, Yet you survived them. Thousands of years of turmoil Passed, but you remained, Firm and immoveable. But still proud Still watching the skies https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Avebury When you think about it ... it can quite take your breath away! |
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The Castle
*Inspired by BB's visit to Kenilworth castle* Great poem and probably happened quite a few times with young women falling for 'adventurous' Kings. Funny you should say Kenilworth rather than Warwick Castle , as that is where I stayed over for one night when visiting it. |
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But still proud Still watching the skies ![]() Thanks for posting it. |
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Great poem and probably happened quite a few times with young women falling for 'adventurous' Kings.
Funny you should say Kenilworth rather than Warwick Castle , as that is where I stayed over for one night when visiting it. ![]() Spooky
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Colleen O'Shea
This is the story of Colleen O'Shea, A lovely young Kilkenny lass, Eccentric and wayward, her mind used to stray At school and especially at Mass. Colleen liked roaming the lush countryside And saw what no others could see; Odd little creatures and fairies that glide, Defying the Earth's gravity. Down in the forest they flew around fast, On a branch she witnessed five, Sometimes they chatted to her as they passed, Sometimes they'd hover and dive. Colleen at dusk in a Kilkenny field Searching through bushes and thorns, Finding the top-heavy toadstools that shield Parties of drunk leprechauns. Her Da didn't mind and was always polite To gossips who pointed and laughed But one day he asked the good Reverend John Knight Was his daughter gifted or daft? The priest held his Bible in private with her And probed visions seen by Colleen, Three Hail Marys later he told Da they were Just daydreams affecting a teen. Colleen O'Shea went her very own way With secrets she wouldn't reveal, Colleen O'Shea never had much to say; She knew that the magic was real. © |
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When you think about it ... it can quite take your breath away!
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Reading that I'm back there
![]() I haven't visited any prehistoric sites this year and I've really missed that. I'm getting my car fixed soon and hopefully I'll go on a pilgrimage
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The castle walls towered high above everything around, The young woman gazed up at it from distant lower ground. Castles definitely contain some strange vibes and your poem captured that
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Thin on the ground?
Are we a bit thin on the ground? Here in Poet's corner I mean. I raced in, and look what I found Barely anyone's been ![]() Mr. mustard frequently attends. You can set your watch by his visits. I eventually turn up in the end But surely this isn't IT! Is it ? ![]() Maybe everyone is out Christmas shopping and such. If so, please don't worry about Getting me far too much ![]() . |
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*pops head round door*
*scans the room* "Hmmmm ... okayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy .... maybe later " ![]() ![]()
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I do declare, whilst reading that I developed a lovely Irish lilt ! .....
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Are we a bit thin on the ground? Here in Poet's corner I mean.
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This Time Next Year
‘Where will you be this time next year?’ ‘One thing’s for sure, I won’t he here.’ ‘So where will you be?’ the question again. ‘I really don’t know, I’ll tell you when a year has passed and when that question is asked you’ll have your answer, finally, at last.’ ‘Please tell me now, where will you be? I’m sure it’s not hard to look and see what the future holds, you really should know. It’s only 12 months - 365 days to go.’ ‘Don’t you get it? I haven’t a clue. I can’t answer that question and neither can you. So leave me alone. Let’s wait and see. No more questions. Please, let it be.’ A thoughtful pause, ‘So let’s be clear, you can’t say where you’ll be this time next year?’ A roll of the eyes, a tightly clenched fist, ‘You’ve not been listening, you’ve obviously missed my answer to your question about next year. So, very sorry but I’ve no option I fear but to say goodbye, farewell, adieu. Next year I’ll definitely be nowhere near YOU! |
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This Time Next Year
A roll of the eyes, a tightly clenched fist, ‘You’ve not been listening, you’ve obviously missed my answer to your question about next year. So, very sorry but I’ve no option I fear but to say goodbye, farewell, adieu. Next year I’ll definitely be nowhere near YOU! ![]() ![]() ![]() You are SO right ...... there's nothing more frustrating than trying to talk to someone who will not hear. Love it
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The Dance
The music starts, I'm ready waiting for my cue. I know the way it goes. I know what I will do. A steady throbbing beat, I cannot help but sway Languidly I get to my feet and begin to dance away. Arms stretched, wafting above eyes closed, head swaying. fluid rhythm of spine and hips perfect for sashaying. I think I'm Isadora or Gypsy Rose Lee moving like a Goddess for all the world to see. Then the music ends I'm down to earth with a boom It's still just me here, alone, dancing in my room. Admit it ... we've ALL done it ![]() ![]()
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The Dance
The music starts, I'm ready waiting for my cue. I know the way it goes. I know what I will do. A steady throbbing beat, I cannot help but sway Languidly I get to my feet and begin to dance away. Arms stretched, wafting above eyes closed, head swaying. fluid rhythm of spine and hips perfect for sashaying. I think I'm Isadora or Gypsy Rose Lee moving like a Goddess for all the world to see. Then the music ends I'm down to earth with a boom It's still just me here, alone, dancing in my room. Admit it ... we've ALL done it ![]() ![]() ![]()
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Hi guys. Not posted on here for sometime. But it is great to catch up with a few of your poems. I will try and read as many as I can and give some thoughts in due course. I hope you are all well. With December now upon us and Advent in full swing, I wanted to share a poem with you that hopefully reflects upon the true meaning of this special time of the year. Hope you like it.
Light of the Stable The night air was cool, not a cloud in the sky, And hundreds of precious sheep passed by. Shepherds were seated upon the rocky ground And heavenly glory shone all around. The shepherds were startled, they were afraid, Of this unusual music the angel had made. It had no melody and it wasn't a song, But its infectious sound was powerful and strong. The good news had come, the saviour was born And was placed in a cowshed all meek and forlorn. He was to teach all mankind the way And so it became the first Christmas Day! "Go to Bethlehem, it is not very far! Guide yourselves by the light of the star! You will find the saviour in paupers wear, Hurry! Go and worship him there!" Sang the Angel, before ascending above And the world and the shepherds, Were adorned with love So, the Shepherds did as the Angel desired, They journey'd to Bethl'em, confused and tired. It is known that at the time of the birth, A beautiful star shone down to the earth. And following its light were three wise kings A wondrous gift each one of them brings. The star light stopped over a tumbledown shed, Inside the holy babe was resting his head. Laying in a manger, all wondrous and pure, When shepherds came peering through the stable door. "We have come to worship him" one did say, And they all gathered around and started to pray. They blessed the child and with love as a prize The star made daylight out of dark night skies. The three kings came, the babe did not stir, They gave gold, frankincense and myrrh. And soon the babe was worshiped by most, In the name of The Father, The Son and the Holy Ghost. And two thousand years of time has gone by We remember the star shining up in the sky, We remember the shepherds, the wise men three We remember the poor and the wandering free. They all came to worship, They gave more than were able As they were blessed with love By the light of the stable. And as Christmas Day Comes around once more, Let's try to remember what it's all for. |
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Hi guys. Not posted on here for sometime. But it is great to catch up with a few of your poems. I will try and read as many as I can and give some thoughts in due course. I hope you are all well. With December now upon us and Advent in full swing, I wanted to share a poem with you that hopefully reflects upon the true meaning of this special time of the year. Hope you like it.
Light of the Stable The night air was cool, not a cloud in the sky, And hundreds of precious sheep passed by. Shepherds were seated upon the rocky ground And heavenly glory shone all around. . Hi wizzywick ! Hope you are well ![]() Lovely to see you back. Musty will be chuffed. Awwww lovely poem too. |
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Hi wizzywick ! Hope you are well
![]() Lovely to see you back. Musty will be chuffed. Awwww lovely poem too. |
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Thanks a lot. I have spent a lot time arguing politics this year! It's been draining and got me a couple of bans. Am chilling out a bit now. Back to my poetry and a more reflective era has begun! Will pop in frequently from here on in! Nice to know you're all still OK. Good to see musty is still his good self!
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Here's one more for you. I wrote it at a time when I was at a low ebb. It is a symbolic poem that highlights the divisions between light and dark. But ultimately offering inspiration and hope.
ONCE I SAW A COMET Once, I saw a comet clear in the moonlit sky. Dreams escaped my pounding head And merrily raced on by. That comet was a vision. A message from our lord. A prophecy of hope was sent To destroy the angry sword. Once I saw a comet with a wonderful glistening tail. Soldiers danced throughout the night And marched right into hell. That comet was inspiration, A vision of ageless hope. The prophet set a deathly trap From the bloodiest of rope. Once I saw a comet bursting into space. And music soared across the globe To reveal an angels face. That comet was Angel Gabriel, Creating a brand new lie That links mankind and all his worth To the divinity in the sky. Once I saw a comet as perfect as could be. My thoughts and paranoia helped me wonder What would become of me. For the comet was the reaper, I am not ready to ascend. But the reaper smiles, Holds out his hand And I'm at my journey's end. Once I saw a comet, clear in the moonlit sky. Memories burst from my angry head For now I am to die. That comet was my saviour It was light upon my birth It'll eternally shine above my head When I'm put beneath the earth. Once I saw a comet. Once I visioned hope. Once I imagined I was choking By that bloodiest of rope. Once I saw my destiny In a mighty wise mans' palm, Once I saw a comet And everything was calm. (c) 2014. |
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So, very sorry but I’ve no option I fear
but to say goodbye, farewell, adieu.
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It's still just me here, alone, dancing in my room. A poem I can associate with Ruth
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Castles definitely contain some strange vibes and your poem captured that 
