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Is Poetry a Dead Art? (Part 4)
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sandydune
11-07-2013
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“Good grief Sandy, maybe it was a PG Topsy-Turvy ”

It was a Tetleys
mr. mustard
11-07-2013
Originally Posted by sandydune:
“It was a Tetleys ”

I reckon one of the Tetley men pushed it up I'm off for a read in the garden shade, new poems are bubbling under too
sandydune
11-07-2013
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“I reckon one of the Tetley men pushed it up I'm off for a read in the garden shade, new poems are bubbling under too ”





Enjoy your afternoon in the garden, a little breeze goes a long way.
Biz
11-07-2013
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“Apologies to the handful of people who bought The Designer for a reposting here. Isaac's Inspiration is one of several poems included in the book with mistakes. The main one in this case is 'brew a tea'. The original line was the far superior 'have a tea', which of course scientifically rhymes with gravity ”

Duly corrected on page 56.
Biz
11-07-2013
Originally Posted by sandydune:
“I had a gravity moment the other day, I was making a cup of tea when the tea bag suddenly floated up with such force as I put the water in, it gave me a bit of a surprise.”

Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“I reckon one of the Tetley men pushed it up I'm off for a read in the garden shade, new poems are bubbling under too ”

For the information of any children reading this, the bag floated up because the molecules of the air trapped in it were farther apart than the water's molecules - and I bet Sandy used a teaspoon to force it under the water.

Sandy and Mr Mustard were only joking.........


.............I think.
sandydune
11-07-2013
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“ new poems are bubbling under too ”

Have you been watching the cricket?
sandydune
11-07-2013
Originally Posted by Biz:
“For the information of any children reading this, the bag floated up because the molecules of the air trapped in it were farther apart than the water's molecules - and I bet Sandy used a teaspoon to force it under the water.

Sandy and Mr Mustard were only joking.........


.............I think.
”

I did have a teaspoon in the cup
Biz
11-07-2013
Originally Posted by sandydune:
“I did have a teaspoon in the cup”

Well I never! I must be psychic.
mr. mustard
12-07-2013
Originally Posted by sandydune:
“Have you been watching the cricket?”

No Sandy, although it was on in the pub. Sky tends to suck the life out of sport with their coverage for the few who pay. I like Biz's scientific explanation for the teabag's rising. Now for God's sake let's get back to poetry
sandydune
12-07-2013
A Teaspoon

Teaspoon, may I introduce you to sugar,
Hi Sugar, you are sweet
Oh Teaspoon, aren't you sleek
Here comes Milk to top it off
What a stir you have caused Teaspoon


mr. mustard
12-07-2013
Originally Posted by sandydune:
“Here comes Milk to top it off
What a stir you have caused Teaspoon”

I love it Sandy, bringing the things that make tea to life Think I'll have a cuppa in a while
sandydune
12-07-2013
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“I love it Sandy, bringing the things that make tea to life Think I'll have a cuppa in a while ”

Thanks

Enjoy

I've been having jellybeans
mr. mustard
12-07-2013
Originally Posted by sandydune:
“I've been having jellybeans”

Great, I love those Sandy! I think Part 4's having a poetry interval, which is no bad thing. Out of all the threads this one's had the best opening in my opinion. A real flying start with some fascinating and diverse material I'm having a bit of a break from writing at the moment, as other things need my attention such as the garden, sorting through a load of stuff in the spare room and....the pub

I have several ideas for new poems but I'll probably tackle those at the weekend
abh
12-07-2013
I tried to write a poem, but couldnt think of the starting line,
i tried to think of words ahead, but couldnt make a rhyme.

I thought i should give up, cuz theres just not enough time,
for i have to get back to work and starting making money, which isnt mine.

:P

lame one, my first
sandydune
12-07-2013
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“Great, I love those Sandy I think Part 4's having a poetry interval, which is no bad thing. Out all the threads this one's had the best opening in my opinion. A real flying start with some great and diverse material I'm having a bit of a break from writing actually, as other things need my attention such as the garden, sorting through a load of stuff in the spare room and....the pub

I have several ideas for new poems but I'll probably tackle those at the weekend ”

It's good for you to have a little break and do other stuff. Inspiration for poetry can come from the most unlikeliest places. I like pubs that have little knick knacks about the place, chronicle amongst the social folks.
mr. mustard
12-07-2013
Originally Posted by abh:
“lame one, my first”

Not lame at all Abh - at least you had a go at putting pen to paper and I liked the comment on work

Originally Posted by sandydune:
“Inspiration for poetry can come from the most unlikeliest places.”

That is so true Sandy, people-watching has given me lots of inspiration. You'd like the Star at Rusper - built in 1486, it has various carpentry tools on display. The bulk of the Avebury poems were written there
mr. mustard
13-07-2013
Solitude

O solitude you are to me
A shelter from the storm,
Come solitude, my sanctuary
Reveal your silent form.

In younger years I'd seek a glen
Or some remote domain
To give me what I needed when
I could no more remain

In crowded halls where every voice
Seemed brash and loudly called;
The rural fields became my choice
Where only quiet ruled.

To find a tree with cooling shade
Through meadows I would roam,
Regarding how the sparrows played
From my secluded home.

I'd sometimes glimpse a butterfly
That from the world was hid,
With no one there to utter why
Or question what I did.

And as the evening reached its end
And daylight slowly fled
I watched an orange sun descend
Into a sea of red.

My solitude's a lovely cape
Of finest velvet cloth
To wear whenever I escape
Until I take it off.


©
Biz
14-07-2013
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“Solitude

©”

Absolutely fascinating Musty. It's interesting to see another's take on the subject. I think it's easier for men to roam the countryside alone, and although I do think solitude is a balm, I came to appreciate it later in life. When I was young I wanted to be with people.
Troy Edwards
14-07-2013
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“Solitude
©”


Brilliant write Musty.

A subject right up my street.

mr. mustard
14-07-2013
Originally Posted by Biz:
“Absolutely fascinating Musty. It's interesting to see another's take on the subject.”

Thanks Biz I wonder if women are reluctant to roam those areas because of the news stories you hear? If so I fully understand. I spent most of my late-teens and twenties alone, more through shyness than choice. That said, I've always enjoyed my own company, it's never been a problem

Originally Posted by Troy Edwards:
“Brilliant write Musty.”

Thank you Troy Solitude was posted by someone else on a photography site. There it was read by a skilled chap who worked alone in woods, managing tree-growth. He really loved the poem I'm glad to say
Biz
14-07-2013
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“Thanks Biz I wonder if women are reluctant to roam those areas because of the news stories you hear?

Solitude was posted by someone else on a photography site. There it was read by a skilled chap who worked alone in woods, managing tree-growth. He really loved the poem I'm glad to say ”

I don't remember any stories when I was a girl, but I wouldn't have gone into the park without my friend, even though we met up with a group when we got there.

Good news about your poem.
mr. mustard
15-07-2013
Rat Chat

As popular as Goebbels
And Jack the Ripper’s saw,
We’ll never match the gerbils
And hamsters you adore.

We live down in the sewer
Where no one keeps a pet,
To nature's connoisseur
Just vermin and a threat.

Is it the hurried scuttle,
Our tails, the air of sleaze?
Or simply how we shuttle
The fleas that spread disease?

This new campaign’s amazing,
So many of us rise
All beady-eyed and gazing
Where stinking garbage lies.

While you don’t stroke or pat us
You still supply the feed
Which fattens up the Rattus
Norvegicus, my breed.

Your world’s on our agenda,
We thrive where it maintains
The stench-infested splendour
And darkness of the drains.


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mr. mustard
15-07-2013
Originally Posted by Biz:
“I don't remember any stories when I was a girl, but I wouldn't have gone into the park without my friend, even though we met up with a group when we got there.”

A wise head on young shoulders
Biz
15-07-2013
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“Rat Chat

©”

I wouldn't wish to corner one.

Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“A wise head on young shoulders ”

I'm sure there are plenty around today, they're just not newsworthy.
mr. mustard
16-07-2013
Originally Posted by Biz:
“I wouldn't wish to corner one. ”

I saw my second rat in town the other day. With endless fast food and take-away shops and the plague of litter, it's hardly surprising You're right about young people Biz, good ones rarely make the headlines. That's the nature of news I guess.
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