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Old 06-12-2016, 09:17
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'And now, the Shipping Forecast'

From DJs who announced the hit parade
I turned my dial along the wavelength hiss
To hear an accent clipped, polite and staid
Give messages no captain could dismiss;
Gale warnings send hypnotic English bliss.

What names belonged to every wild outpost,
The Bay of Biscay, Fisher, Malin Head,
All faraway and scattered round the coast
Where maelstroms wake the spirits of the dead,
To Dogger and to Lundy I was led.

O Cromarty, a fog will gather soon,
I watch it rolling with a ghostly glare,
A solid shawl of white beneath the moon
And talking to the sailors in its snare,
The Shipping Forecast, magic voiced on air.


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Old 06-12-2016, 10:16
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'And now, the Shipping Forecast'

From DJs who announced the hit parade
I turned my dial along the wavelength hiss
To hear an accent clipped, polite and staid
Give messages no captain could dismiss;
Gale warnings send hypnotic English bliss.

What names belonged to every wild outpost,
The Bay of Biscay, Fisher, Malin Head,
All faraway and scattered round the coast
Where maelstroms wake the spirits of the dead,
To Dogger and to Lundy I was led.

O Cromarty, a fog will gather soon,
I watch it rolling with a ghostly glare,
A solid shawl of white beneath the moon
And talking to the sailors in its snare,
The Shipping Forecast, magic voiced on air.


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I REMEMBER
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Old 06-12-2016, 12:08
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The Soldier's Child

As darkness falls o’er fields,
And crackling campfires light
The ragged children move among the dead
In hungry hope the bloodied bodies yield
Those treasures of the night

Their tiny, unwashed hands to feel
Crouch and pat the bulging hems
Of coats and shako hats, that shed
Life’s few belongings, there to steal
Coins and silver, sometimes even gems

And if the dead should stir
In protest at the hunters’ searching touch
A knife will casually slit their throat instead
And who, by God should make this perfect child a cur?
But mothers who would quickly do as much.
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Old 06-12-2016, 12:11
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I only recognized this one Ruth - Pink Floyd's brilliant Wish You Were Here

I knew you'd get that one

the second is 'Unstoppable' (probably not one you'd listen to on purpose)

and the third is another Pink Floyd number 'Comfortably numb'
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Old 06-12-2016, 12:16
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The Soldier's Child

As darkness falls o’er fields,
And crackling campfires light
The ragged children move among the dead
In hungry hope the bloodied bodies yield
Those treasures of the night

Their tiny, unwashed hands to feel
Crouch and pat the bulging hems
Of coats and shako hats, that shed
Life’s few belongings, there to steal
Coins and silver, sometimes even gems

And if the dead should stir
In protest at the hunters’ searching touch
A knife will casually slit their throat instead
And who, by God should make this perfect child a cur?
But mothers who would quickly do as much.

My goodness ... that's a powerful piece which takes no prisoners. Literally.
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Old 06-12-2016, 17:19
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One more night.

We parted months ago,
After an enduring love affair.
Did you realise I hated it so,
leaving you alone there?
There was no choice though.
Suddenly the call came
Wasn't the option to say No.
You were never the same.
When I left you alone
You pined for me
I wasn't able to phone
I had to let you be.

One night the pain became too much for me.
It was more than I could bear.
I sought permission to visit you.
And suddenly I was there.

I slipped into your sleepy arms
surprised you with a kiss
Told you how I loved you
and how much I would miss
you after this one night.
This was all we had
to say goodbye properly
and be a little bad.
You made love to me
as you never had before.
Urgently, with a hunger,
all night until the dawn.
I felt, that night, the love
you would always have for me.
I didn't want to go again
But what must be must be.

And now you are alone again
Unaware I watch over you
I feel your never ending pain
There's nothing I can do.
I never would have left you
But it's the Gods who decide
Those who stay and live on
and those of us who dies.
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Old 06-12-2016, 20:47
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Oh, star bright

‘Let me put the Star on the top of the Christmas tree.
I'll carefully climb up the ladder, then you can pass it up to me.
I promise to take my time and keep steady and very calm,
I’ll just lean out over the branches and slowly stretch out my arm
to gently put the Star on that top sticky-up bit of tree
that almost touches the ceiling. I can do it. Please, please, let me.'

‘If you promise to be very careful and take your time when you do,
you can put the Star on the Christmas tree. Yes, I will let you.
And when you’ve fixed the Star, stop and slowly look down
and see how the tree spreads its magic to everything around.
Then we can all remember how 2000 years ago,
another Star shone its light on a cold, dark land below.’

I reached out, then ever-so-carefully placed the Star on top of the tree,
its branches gave a little shudder as shards of light trembled in front of me.
Then I eased back and looked in wonder as I saw whispers of light all around,
falling from the Star, shimmering over the branches and drifting to the ground.
I’d completed a connection between my home and a very distant place.
Briefly joining together 2000 years of hope and time and space.
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Old 07-12-2016, 09:13
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Great to see the thread rocking once more - I'm limited for time again but I'll catch up (as ever) tomorrow
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Old 07-12-2016, 14:51
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I love this one scottie
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Old 07-12-2016, 14:52
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Great to see the thread rocking once more - I'm limited for time again but I'll catch up (as ever) tomorrow


*waves*

hello stranger
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Old 08-12-2016, 12:29
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Having been invited to spend Christmas Day
partaking of a festive feast
I eagerly sat down at the laden table
eyeing the turkey. What a beast!
It's aroma brought back distant memories
of previous yuletide do's.
Our host appeared bearing bottles,
Oh goody, here comes the booze.

A glass was poured, I took a sip.
There was something 'off' I fear.
Until our host went on the explain
'We're all tee total here".
"Oh well", thought I, "never mind"
I watched the carving skills of our host.
The succulent turkey, now presented to me,
turned out to be as moist as burnt toast!

After choking some of it down,
I tried very hard to disguise
the fact that it was ghastly.
I hoped it didn't show in my eyes.
Washing it down with a drink from my glass
I prayed that no-one would see
how horrid I thought the 'vino' tasted,
It's NOT wine when it's alcohol free.

Mercifully, at last, the eating was over.
We all sat and chatted together
Looking out of the big bay window
someone commented on the weather.
A crisp bright day, no rain or snow,
Sunshine streamed in, warm and clear.
"Look at that" someone said, " A dry Christmas Day!"
That's when it occurred to me ... NOT as dry as in here!
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Old 10-12-2016, 09:31
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The Soldier's Child

Of coats and shako hats, that shed
Life’s few belongings, there to steal
Coins and silver, sometimes even gems
I had to look up 'shako hats' as I'd never heard of them. They appear to Napoloenic in style, sort of hussars' headgear. A disturbing write about children in a war zone - something still happening today, as seen in Syria
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Old 10-12-2016, 09:33
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One more night.

We parted months ago,
After an enduring love affair.
This made me feel sad Ruth
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Old 10-12-2016, 09:34
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Oh, star bright

I’d completed a connection between my home and a very distant place.
Briefly joining together 2000 years of hope and time and space.
Nice one Scottie - much enjoyed
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Old 10-12-2016, 09:37
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*waves*

hello stranger
*waves back*

how horrid I thought the 'vino' tasted,
It's NOT wine when it's alcohol free.
I'm getting more alcohol supplies in over the weekend - there's a party at Mustard Towers on Wednesday
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Old 10-12-2016, 10:26
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This made me feel sad Ruth

I have no idea what prompted me to write this 'un

And it was one of those 'makey up as you go along' jobs .... and when I got to the end I was a bit teary myself

I didn't see it coming
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Old 10-12-2016, 10:27
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*waves back*


I'm getting more alcohol supplies in over the weekend - there's a party at Mustard Towers on Wednesday


HAPPY DAYS

Enjoy
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Old 10-12-2016, 12:51
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LETTING GO. MOVING ON


At the time it never enters your head
that it's possible to let go and move on.
The days turn into weeks, both the hurt
and the anger are never quite done.
Carried around like a badge of honor,
Clutched like a blanket of comfort.
If you're not careful, and hang on too long
You find you're selling yourself short.

There's no moving on to anywhere
until resentment has been let go.
You find no room for good things
when bad thoughts ebb and flow.
"That's easier said than done"
is what you're thinking I bet!
Funnily enough though, I found
it easier to forgive and forget.

''Don't waste your time with pain and regret''
A line from a song I heard every night.
"You're frozen when your hearts not open"
That dawned on me as being quite right.

Now we're some months down the line.
Life is very different these days
Having let go and moved right along,
without trying I've changed my ways.
Smiling comes easy, laughing does too
I think lots of jolly nice things.
Those bad feelings have all disappeared
as this new chapter begins.


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Old 12-12-2016, 09:08
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The Christmas Spirit

With Santa drunk, intoxication
Meant no gift reached its destination,
He said to the reindeers
'Please let me explain dears,
I'm pissed and we're all on vacation.'


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Old 12-12-2016, 09:10
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LETTING GO. MOVING ON

Those bad feelings have all disappeared
as this new chapter begins.
A nice positive ode Ruth
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Old 12-12-2016, 10:46
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The Christmas Spirit

With Santa drunk, intoxication
Meant no gift reached its destination,
He said to the reindeers
'Please let me explain dears,
I'm pissed and we're all on vacation.'



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Old 12-12-2016, 10:53
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A nice positive ode Ruth

Thank you Musty

I must confess I'm tending to fling poems on here in an effort to keep the wheels moving.

Some of them seem hastily chucked together, because they are. I am the first to admit they are a bit .......... ropey

We have to nudge our way to the first page somehow
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Old 12-12-2016, 13:33
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Old Santa ate so much cream tart
There’s no way his sled could depart
Mother Christmas rubbed hard
Til the bucket of lard
Let rip with an enormous fart
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Old 12-12-2016, 20:26
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Old Santa ate so much cream tart
There’s no way his sled could depart
Mother Christmas rubbed hard
Til the bucket of lard
Let rip with an enormous fart

I think we have witnessed the birth of another Classic Masterpiece
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Old 12-12-2016, 21:10
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This is a lovely thread keep it going folks.
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