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Old 25-11-2016, 09:15
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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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Old 25-11-2016, 09:17
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No time to read the new posts - I'll catch up tomorrow
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Old 25-11-2016, 09:59
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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.


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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Old 25-11-2016, 20:10
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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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Old 25-11-2016, 20:13
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Ancient Avebury

But still proud

Still watching the skies

Reading that I'm back there

Thanks for posting it.
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Old 25-11-2016, 20:14
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What you doing in the library on a Friday !
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Old 25-11-2016, 22:20
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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.
Oh MY .... how did I get my castles mixed up ?

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Old 26-11-2016, 09:24
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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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Old 26-11-2016, 09:29
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When you think about it ... it can quite take your breath away!
Reading that I'm back there
Thanks all 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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Old 26-11-2016, 09:35
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The flowers and the bees
A nature poem in its truest sense

The Castle

The castle walls towered high above everything around,
The young woman gazed up at it from distant lower ground.
I enjoyed this one Ruth, it reminded of Jean Plaidy's historical novels. When I was a teenager I used to devour them, even though they were regarded as 'women's' books - I've never followed a normal path Castles definitely contain some strange vibes and your poem captured that
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Old 28-11-2016, 13:13
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I do declare, whilst reading that I developed a lovely Irish lilt ! .....
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Old 28-11-2016, 13:24
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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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Old 29-11-2016, 08:17
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*pops head round door*

*scans the room*

"Hmmmm ... okayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy .... maybe later "

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Old 29-11-2016, 09:07
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I do declare, whilst reading that I developed a lovely Irish lilt ! .....


Thin on the ground?

Are we a bit thin on the ground?
Here in Poet's corner I mean.
Thread fluctuation - it's always been like that
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Old 29-11-2016, 10:47
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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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Old 29-11-2016, 11:37
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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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Old 29-11-2016, 19:54
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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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Old 30-11-2016, 22:00
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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
Nothing better than dancing to Led Zeppelin's Stairway to Heaven in the dark. When I'm feeling stressed it works like magic
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Old 30-11-2016, 22:29
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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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Old 30-11-2016, 22:33
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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.


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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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Old 30-11-2016, 22:44
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Hi wizzywick ! Hope you are well

Lovely to see you back. Musty will be chuffed.

Awwww lovely poem too.
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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Old 30-11-2016, 22:58
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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!
Well I don't think anyone has been banned in the Poetry thread, ...yet ! So you should be safe
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Old 30-11-2016, 22:58
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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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Old 01-12-2016, 09:34
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So, very sorry but I’ve no option I fear
but to say goodbye, farewell, adieu.
Nice one Scottie - at first I thought it was about Santa, with the references to this time next year. But it's obviously a put-down poem about someone unwanted
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Old 01-12-2016, 09:36
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The Dance

It's still just me here, alone,
dancing in my room.
Oh yes - I've definitely boogied alone at home, usually to rock music A poem I can associate with Ruth
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