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Is Poetry a Dead Art? (Part 4)
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mr. mustard
01-12-2016
Cessna 9 to Base

'I'm not sure what I've got,
Bright as a supernova
In front of me it shot,
Is traffic busy? Over.'

'Is that you Cessna 9?
I'm giving confirmation:
Night skies are clear and fine,
What's your exact location?'

'Five thousand feet, no more,
A rapid thing came my way
And vanished with a roar
Above the empty highway.'

'I copy that, stand by,
Was it some plane you know there?
Can you identify
Or is a UFO there?'

'A light glowed red and green
So fast I couldn't scan it!
If that was a machine
It wasn't from this planet.'

'Our sensors show no sign
Of anything enormous,
You'd best land Cessna 9
Back here and then inform us.'

'Above again I see
The thing is moving slower,
It's far too close to me,
My god it's getting lower!'

'The line is not intact,
You're breaking up, there's hissing,
I've lost radar contact,
Come in, have you gone missing?'

'They've taken me inside....'


©
mr. mustard
01-12-2016
Originally Posted by wizzywick:
“Light of the Stable

And as Christmas Day
Comes around once more,
Let's try to remember what it's all for.”

Amen to that - great write Wizzy It must have taken a while to compose such a lengthy piece. You have to remind yourself that Xmas isn't just about guzzling and drinking sometimes

Welcome back by the way
mr. mustard
01-12-2016
Originally Posted by wizzywick:
“ONCE I SAW A COMET

Once I saw a comet with a wonderful glistening tail.”

Visionary stuff - I like the different perceptions of the comet, something that can actually affect history. The first Roman Emperor to convert to Christianity, Constantine I, apparently did so after seeing a cloud shaped like a cross in the sky
mr. mustard
01-12-2016
Originally Posted by wizzywick:
“Good to see musty is still his good self!”

Oh aye
Bobbysmom
01-12-2016
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“Cessna 9 to Base

'I'm not sure what I've got,
Bright as a supernova
In front of me it shot,
Is traffic busy? Over.'

'Is that you Cessna 9?
I'm giving confirmation:
Night skies are clear and fine,
What's your exact location?'

'Five thousand feet, no more,
A rapid thing came my way
And vanished with a roar
Above the empty highway.'

'I copy that, stand by,
Was it some plane you know there?
Can you identify
Or is a UFO there?'

'A light glowed red and green
So fast I couldn't scan it!
If that was a machine
It wasn't from this planet.'

'Our sensors show no sign
Of anything enormous,
You'd best land Cessna 9
Back here and then inform us.'

'Above again I see
The thing is moving slower,
It's far too close to me,
My god it's getting lower!'

'The line is not intact,
You're breaking up, there's hissing,
I've lost radar contact,
Come in, have you gone missing?'

'They've taken me inside....'


©”


Oh My Goodness

Literally covered in goosebumps reading this.

Oh My Goodness
Bobbysmom
01-12-2016
Originally Posted by belly button:
“Nothing better than dancing to Led Zeppelin's Stairway to Heaven in the dark. When I'm feeling stressed it works like magic ”

I'm very into a bit of Rock myself these days

At the moment my faves are Poison / Alice Cooper ... and Rock Me / Great White ....
Y'can whip up a very interesting simultaneous hip/head grind thing to those two ...
the kinda moves you only dream of doing when you're alone
Bobbysmom
01-12-2016
Originally Posted by wizzywick:
“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.
”

Hello wizzywick ..... wild stab in the dark here ... but I get the feeling you're a 'regular' on the poetry thread
Am I spookily right?

Anyway, nice to see you, LOVE the poem and I look forward to reading more of them
Bobbysmom
01-12-2016
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“Oh yes - I've definitely boogied alone at home, usually to rock music A poem I can associate with Ruth ”


Somehow, I never pictured you as a studded leather jacketed headbanger musty ....
you learn something new every day eh?

DDRickyDD
02-12-2016
James walked down the street
And hoped he'd see a sheet
But all he saw was Pete
Who looked all neat
Because he’d just washed his feet
And had been sucking on Sandra’s Teet.
Bobbysmom
02-12-2016
Originally Posted by DDRickyDD:
“James walked down the street
And hoped he'd see a sheet
But all he saw was Pete
Who looked all neat
Because he’d just washed his feet
And had been sucking on Sandra’s Teet.”


I say
mr. mustard
02-12-2016
Originally Posted by Bobbysmom:
“Literally covered in goosebumps reading this.

Oh My Goodness”

Ta Ruth - the poem was inspired by Close Encounters of the Third Kind
mr. mustard
02-12-2016
Originally Posted by Bobbysmom:
“
Somehow, I never pictured you as a studded leather jacketed headbanger musty ....
you learn something new every day eh? ”

You should never lose your boogie shoes

Originally Posted by DDRickyDD:
“And had been sucking on Sandra’s Teet.”

mr. mustard
03-12-2016
May

May you spend the hours
Where the bluebells sigh,
May you see the flowers,
Not just pass them by.

May you sit and listen
To a favourite song,
May the river glisten
As it flows along.

May you taste the honey
And enjoy good health
Rather than the money,
Therein lies your wealth.

May some quiet thinking
Help you do what's right,
May a sun that's sinking
Paint the skies at night.

May you be contented
When all roads are trod
And when life's relented
May you find your god.


©
Bobbysmom
03-12-2016
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“May




©”



That's lovely.
spiney2
04-12-2016
here is a limerick about incontinence.

There was an old lady from Crewe
who covered her buttocks with glue
and when she sat down
in the centre of town
she made quite a hullabaloo
belly button
04-12-2016
Originally Posted by spiney2:
“here is a limerick about incontinence.

There was an old lady from Crewe
who covered her buttocks with glue
and when she sat down
in the centre of town
she made quite a hullabaloo”

I love limericks !
I joined this forum because of a thread in chatter where posters would write one limerick line each . It was hilarious at times. Yours would have been a winner
Bobbysmom
04-12-2016
Originally Posted by spiney2:
“here is a limerick about incontinence.

There was an old lady from Crewe
who covered her buttocks with glue
and when she sat down
in the centre of town
she made quite a hullabaloo”


sandydune
04-12-2016
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“
May you spend the hours
Where the bluebells sigh,
May you see the flowers,
Not just pass them by.

May you sit and listen
To a favourite song,
May the river glisten
As it flows along.

May you taste the honey
And enjoy good health
Rather than the money,
Therein lies your wealth.

May some quiet thinking
Help you do what's right,
May a sun that's sinking
Paint the skies at night.

May you be contented
When all roads are trod
And when life's relented
May you find your god.


©”

Nice poem Musty


Liking this verse in particular

May you taste the honey
And enjoy good health
Rather than the money,
Therein lies your wealth.
belly button
04-12-2016
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“May

May you spend the hours
Where the bluebells sigh,
May you see the flowers,
Not just pass them by.

©”

Great sentiment Musty. Your poem reminded me of this :

'What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.'
Bobbysmom
04-12-2016
I've been listening to HEAPS of music lately ..... it's not just the tunes I love .... some lyrics are quite FABULOUS ...... here are verses from three songs which are stuck in my head at the moment.
No prizes for guessing the somgs


ONE

We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl
Year after year
Running over the same old ground
Of how we found the same old fears


TWO

I'm a Porsche with no brakes
I'm invincible
Yeah, I win every single game
I'm so powerful
I don't need batteries to play
I'm so confident, yeah.


THREE

When I was a child
I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown
The dream is gone
mr. mustard
05-12-2016
Originally Posted by sandydune:
“Nice poem Musty ”

SANDY I thought you'd left the thread for good! Welcome back

I'm glad you liked May

As ever, time's pressing on Mondays for me - I'll catch up and post replies tomorrow
mr. mustard
06-12-2016
Originally Posted by Bobbysmom:
“That's lovely.”

Thanks Ruth
mr. mustard
06-12-2016
Originally Posted by spiney2:
“There was an old lady from Crewe
who covered her buttocks with glue”

mr. mustard
06-12-2016
Originally Posted by belly button:
“Great sentiment Musty. Your poem reminded me of this :

'What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.'”

Thankee BB
mr. mustard
06-12-2016
Originally Posted by Bobbysmom:
“We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl
Year after year”

I only recognized this one Ruth - Pink Floyd's brilliant Wish You Were Here
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