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Is Poetry a Dead Art? (Part 4)
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scottie2121
05-11-2013
The Steal

He came in the night
and took it away.
Still,
never mind,
it’ll find its way home.
It always does.

But no sound at the door.

Sometimes I think it’s there,
a movement caught at the turn of the stair,
an unexpected shadow,
a sense of something around.

But still no sound at the door.
mr. mustard
05-11-2013
Originally Posted by Biz:
“Just shows how lucky we are to have DS. ”

Agreed

Originally Posted by scottie2121:
“Sometimes I think it’s there,
a movement caught at the turn of the stair,”

A deliciously creepy post-Halloween write Scottie The way it leaves so much unsaid makes it even creepier in my opinion. I'm glad you're still contributing, for it seems our old friends Frank and Archiver have left the thread
Biz
06-11-2013
Originally Posted by scottie2121:
“The Steal”

I read that last night, and quickly averted my eyes, wishing I hadn't............however, you'll be pleased to hear I slept soundly.
mr. mustard
07-11-2013
David Inshaw's The Badminton Game

The canvas revealing Devizes,
A house in the radiant sun
Near trees of incredible sizes,
A badminton game has begun,
The shuttlecock eagerly spun.

Soft dresses of purple and rapture,
I’m glad David Inshaw once toiled
On something so few ever capture,
That moment modernity soiled;
A glimpse of an England unspoiled.


http://www.tate.org.uk/art/artworks/...on-game-t03189
Biz
08-11-2013
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“David Inshaw's The Badminton Game

http://www.tate.org.uk/art/artworks/...on-game-t03189”

A poem inspired by a painting inspired by a poet. I'd never heard of David Inshaw, so that's one more thing I've learned about.

I'm guessing there are still idyllic places where the rich are at play.
mr. mustard
08-11-2013
Originally Posted by Biz:
“A poem inspired by a painting inspired by a poet. I'd never heard of David Inshaw, so that's one more thing I've learned about. ”

Hi Biz Isn't it a shame that great artists like David Inshaw stay obscure? I blame the intellectuals who've boosted the likes of Hirst and Emin into the limelight.
Biz
08-11-2013
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“Hi Biz Isn't it a shame that great artists like David Inshaw stay obscure? I blame the intellectuals who've boosted the likes of Hirst and Emin into the limelight.”

AAAARGH !
Stormangel36
08-11-2013
A poem

In the dark times you pulled me through
When the lightning struck and thunder rolled
I knew my boat wouldnt sink!

In the good times you held my hand
When the sun beamed down and life was grand
I knew my boat wouldn't sink!

Now years on and through the weathers change
Through the sun, rain and cloudy days
I knew my boat wont sink!

My boat in lifes scheme of things
Keeps upright snd strong and continues on
I know my boat wont sink!!

Thank you and hope you enjoyed
Biz
09-11-2013
Originally Posted by Stormangel36:
“A poem
”

I like the sound of that. If only everyone could have such a positive experience of life.
Biz
09-11-2013
The limerick once had a form
A rhythm that once was the norm
Two lines were short
A last which ought
With the rest of the rhyme conform
mr. mustard
10-11-2013
The New Recruit's First Day

'Hello there mate, I see you're new,
Don't worry, you'll soon settle.
Take in the atmospheric view
And I'll put on the kettle.'

'Oh thanks, I'm gasping for a tea!
What month is it, November?
Apart from flashbacks baffling me
There's not much I remember.'

'I was the same on my first day
But rehabilitation
And time in this place where we stay
Brings back lost information.

Unlike yourself I never did
Return from foreign regions,
Some fought, some died, some even hid
Among our British legions.

My final vision is the blood
That spilled from Major Sanders
And blended in with all the mud
At No Man’s Land near Flanders.'

'But that was many years ago
And you look barely twenty!
Is the the place where heroes go?
Is this the land of plenty?'

‘Well, someone has to pay the toll
And numbers I can't tally,
Come on now son, let's take a stroll
Across the sunlit valley.

Although we're still in uniform
We have no other duty
Than resting where the poppies form
Undying plains of beauty.'


©
 
mr. mustard
10-11-2013
Originally Posted by Stormangel36:
“Thank you and hope you enjoyed”

I did Stormangel, it's a very uplifting poem - and welcome to the thread

Originally Posted by Biz:
“The limerick once had a form
A rhythm that once was the norm”

Nice one Biz I was toying with a limerick recently, I'm overdue for one
Biz
10-11-2013
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“The New Recruit's First Day

©
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A touching tale Musty. I'd decided to avoid it all this year because I find it so distressing, but I've succumbed. It's so sad to see all the old people in the parade and realize how much the occasion means to them. We owe so much to those who fight and have fought for our safety and well-being.

Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“
I was toying with a limerick recently, I'm overdue for one ”

Bring it on.
AnitaS
10-11-2013
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“The New Recruit's First Day

'Hello there mate, I see you're new


©
 ”

How heartbreaking and how evocative and meaningful. I love this poem.
mr. mustard
10-11-2013
Originally Posted by Biz:
“A touching tale Musty.”

Originally Posted by AnitaS:
“How heartbreaking and how evocative and meaningful. I love this poem.”

Thank you Biz and Anita
mr. mustard
12-11-2013
Duddo Five Stones

Duddo Five Stones,
The ancients picked these
To stand out and please,
Bold silhouettes fly
Against the wild sky.

Duddo Five Stones,
A hilltop they guard,
A quintet of hard
Rain-whipped porous rock
Defying the clock.

Duddo Five Stones,
Northumbrian, strong,
When life has gone wrong
A lost soul atones
At the Duddo Five Stones.


http://www.duddo.org.uk/index.php/ab...o-five-stones/
Troy Edwards
12-11-2013
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“Duddo Five Stones

Duddo Five Stones,
The ancients picked these
To stand out and please,
Bold silhouettes fly
Against the wild sky.

Duddo Five Stones,
A hilltop they guard,
A quintet of hard
Rain-whipped porous rock
Defying the clock.

Duddo Five Stones,
Northumbrian, strong,
When life has gone wrong
A lost soul atones
At the Duddo Five Stones.


http://www.duddo.org.uk/index.php/ab...o-five-stones/”


Wonderful stuff Musty.

Love the imagery.

But I hope these stones aren't conspiring with each other?

mr. mustard
12-11-2013
Originally Posted by Troy Edwards:
“But I hope these stones aren't conspiring with each other?

”

Thanks Troy - and for the reference to the JFK thread
Troy Edwards
12-11-2013
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“Thanks Troy - and for the reference to the JFK thread ”


No problem Musty.

Think I'll stay out of that one from now on; already had one smart arse pedant sticking their nose in and being either deliberately provocative or just obtuse.

Exactly the reason I stopped bothering with 'debates' on these forums.

Anyway, I'll try and visit this thread more often; love reading your stuff as you know.

PS The Munich tribute poem from your book was wonderful.

mr. mustard
12-11-2013
Originally Posted by Troy Edwards:
“Exactly the reason I stopped bothering with 'debates' on these forums.

PS The Munich tribute poem from your book was wonderful.”

It's the first debate I've joined in on for ages, but as usual rudeness and intolerance of others' views have marred it.

Thanks for the comment on the Munich tribute. Volume 2 should be out before 2014
Troy Edwards
12-11-2013
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“Volume 2 should be out before 2014 ”

Excellent news, keep me posted.
mr. mustard
13-11-2013
The Love That Never Died

I built tall walls and fences
Yet still for her I sighed,
Removing my defences,
The love that never died.

No cure has ever righted
The lasting wound inside,
Detained and unrequited,
The love that never died.

In dreams we are caressing,
Without her I confide
She left me with a blessing;
The love that never died.


©
Biz
13-11-2013
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“The Love That Never Died

©”

There's another consolation, you never discovered and had to live with her faults.

Tell me, what is it with your contributors and guests - they don't even pop up as often as your standing stones poems?
mr. mustard
13-11-2013
Originally Posted by Biz:
“Tell me, what is it with your contributors and guests - they don't even pop up as often as your standing stones poems? ”

Apart from the busy beginning of Part 1, it's always been fairly quiet here Biz I'm grateful to anyone who contributes - it's just a pity we've lost Frank and Archiver.
Biz
14-11-2013
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“ - it's just a pity we've lost Frank and Archiver.”

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Perhaps they'll return soon. Always look on the bright side.
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