I found this poem quite touching Scottie. The images are very strong and I felt I was at the scene.


Another fascinating piece - it reminded me strongly of some of Ted Hughes's poetry. Thanks for contributing Scottie, we're a bit thin on the ground for material at the moment

Elegy

I walk among faded flowers,
toppled grey headstones,
binding weeds.
A deep faint odour stains my senses.

Each stone marks the final deposit of melting tissue and bones.
Each stone marks a life summed up in a few letters and numbers.
A lost place of pilgrimage,
a source of guilty neglect.

Why put me in a strange place laying with strange people?

This made me think of living life at times, not just a final resting place.

Hi Flower

I lost my internet connection It's ok now though and I should be able to post a poem later on today

Pentre Ifan

While it's common knowledge
'Dead men tell no tales'
Somehow Pentre Ifan
Tells its own in Wales.

Chambers were destroyed here,
Sad, the breeze complains,
Yet despite what time kills
So much still remains.

Sixteen tons of capstone
Balanced on three points
Where an unknown goddess
Blissfully anoints.

Such a weird creation
Near Cardigan Bay;
Like a spacecraft riding
On the Milky Way.

One day I shall linger,
Strange as it may seem,
Next to Pentre Ifan
In a stone age dream.


http://www.rock-art-in-wales.co.uk/d...ntre-ifan.html

A haunting ode Scottie The final line hints that the poem is coming from someone buried actually there, a clever twist.

Good to see Scottie and Flower again.


Pity about the internet problem - here's me thinking you were slaving over your coming publications.

I'd never given much thought to standing stones until you brought them to my notice. So much of your work is educational.

Robert Winstone's contributions were fscinating this morning on "The Wright Stuff". They touched on Michael Gove's plans for the curriculum in schools, and I'd love to think your work would very soon feature from infant schools upwards.

As I've said before poetry is valuable in so many ways.

Thank you Biz I like what Michael Gove's doing in education, but I've found it makes you unpopular if you think that

I do feel sorry for teachers because of all the changes which seem to have taken place over the years. It must be exhausting and energy sapping, but I do think that basic literacy and numeracy are imperative. Everything else builds on them.

Early introduction to scientific ideas can be good fun too.

By the way, I do make a point these days of not saying what I really think about many things. "You say it best when you say nothing at all" tends to be my attitude (to myself). Saves arguing.

(Song by Paul Overstreet and Don Schlitz.) I only remember the above lines though, so I don't know it the rest of the song fits what I'm saying.)

A report has just come out that says we're far behind other countries in both Biz

I'm off to London on Friday, we're having our first bash at producing the next volume

There was a time in living memory when they were coming here to see how we did it. That should make people think.

Friday is going to be an important day.

the quiet of the railway tracks

The presence of this railway lacks
The city's consternation,
The quiet of the railway tracks
Encourage meditation.

'No Trespassing' a sign declares,
The fence of wire is rusted,
Neglected posts without repairs
Stand guard lichen-encrusted.

No train is due to pass this way
And with a pale sun beaming
The afternoon will turn the day
Into a chance for dreaming.

Both left and right I love to peer,
The view is my objective
As both directions disappear
Into the far perspective.

Beyond are trees that contrast well
With what time has created;
A route not used until it fell
Green-mossed, marooned and dated.

Yet here the silent lines relax,
My reverie grows deeper,
The quiet of the railway tracks
Is held between each sleeper.


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Indeed Biz - I'm looking forward to it I'll be back on Sunday. I hope the thread gets a few contributions

Bye for now

Such a shame that some of those branch lines were lost now that many people can't find a job on their doorstep.

Bye.

Have a nice time

Ohhh! I thought you'd posted a poem Sandy.

Hello Biz, maybe later

Musty will be pleased. Have you ever thought that the name Musty gives out a different message than Mr. Mustard?

Do you think he's ever thought of that being a wordsmith?

Mr Musty Mustard doesn't go too well together

To The Sea

Ted the duck
sat on a boat
to guarantee Larry
it could float
with a shove
they set off
sailing out
to the sea
with sandwiches
for lunch
and pasta
for tea.

I probably have a jar of that at the back of a cupboard somewhere.

Love it - a bit "Owl and the Pussy Cat" without the romance.

Thanks Biz

Love's Labour's Lust

The Queen felt good
Evil and scary within the wind
An enormous erection beneath the fog
'Twas the King, well hard
Stiffer than a Mahogany log
Awaken, awaken! The passion rises
So lustful within the night
The Queen's drawers full of surprises
Away with the moon - off with the light!
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McMahauld

I like Mr Mustard Biz, but it's a bit formal


Love it Sandy - as Biz said it's a bit Owl and the Pussycatesque