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Is Poetry a Dead Art? (Part 4)
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mr. mustard
03-12-2013
Originally Posted by Biz:
“(Scroll down to bottom of page and on left is a drop down menu. I did that and increased the size of the print so it's not so eye-straining.) ”

I couldn't find it Biz
Biz
03-12-2013
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“I couldn't find it Biz ”

It says "Digital Spy [WIP]", click on the arrow and select the mobile option.
mr. mustard
03-12-2013
Originally Posted by Biz:
“It says "Digital Spy [WIP]", click on the arrow and select the mobile option.”

Thanks Biz - I tried that but it was even worse. I really hope the old format returns
Biz
03-12-2013
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“Thanks Biz - I tried that but it was even worse. I really hope the old format returns ”

Couldn't agree more. It was elegant.
mr. mustard
03-12-2013
Originally Posted by Biz:
“Couldn't agree more. It was elegant.”

I'll keep sending in material, but it won't be such a pleasant experience now. Oh well, all good things as they say....
mr. mustard
04-12-2013
Prayer

Cast these heavy chains away
And let their shackles fall,
Tell me how I find a way
That leads me to your hall.

There at last behind the doors
I'll lose these tears of mine,
Glad to place my hands in yours
Before you pour the wine.

Help my eyes behold and then
Return the skies to blue
So I see the world again
As beautiful and true.

Looking at the rivers here
Unable to decide,
I will choose the boat to steer
But only you can guide.

Show a world secure and warm
Where acts of kindness reign,
Rid me of this petty storm
Along with fear and pain.

Through the night when hope is gone
And I am less than whole
Shine your healing light upon
The darkness in my soul.


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mr. mustard
04-12-2013
Apologies for posting such an oldie, but I wanted to see how a poem looked in this new format.

It's not too bad I guess.
Biz
05-12-2013
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“Prayer

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It could be interpreted as a plea to DS to return us to our old and comfortable home. The presentation of the poem is very clear (I'm using larger print).

I find it hard to distinguish between the smilies and can't find a link to them in mobile style.
mr. mustard
05-12-2013
Originally Posted by Biz:
“I find it hard to distinguish between the smilies and can't find a link to them in mobile style. ”

Hi Biz - I'm not using any more smilies, as I find them visually insipid.

I shall continue with this thread as per usual, but I'll be avoiding DS elsewhere. I'm saddened that the mods have ignored the poll, which shows a large majority are unhappy with the changes.
sandydune
06-12-2013
Hello Musty,



this smiley doesn't seem the same:s
sandydune
06-12-2013
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“Apologies for posting such an oldie, but I wanted to see how a poem looked in this new format.
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It's always good sometimes to look at your older poems, as often in time, as seen through anew, the words come with knowledge within it's lines.
mr. mustard
07-12-2013
Originally Posted by sandydune:
“It's always good sometimes to look at your older poems, as often in time, as seen through anew, the words come with knowledge within it's lines.”

Hi Sandy - I agree that time can make a difference to older material.

As you say they've changed the smilies! I'm glad to see this dude's back ------>

mr. mustard
07-12-2013
Circus

The Ringmaster entered and sensed something wrong,
The Big Tent lacked people and sound,

The juggler let plates spin and wobble too long
Till they smashed to bits on the ground.

The confident tamer who lashed the whip straight
Now dreaded each tiger and lion,

The strong man attempted to pick up a weight
Yet struggled to lift heavy iron.

The man who ate fire was gripped by such fear
He poured water on the flame’s source,

The girl who rode side-saddle tried hard to steer
But failed to control her own horse.

The boy on the tightrope fell into a net,
The Ringmaster looked at the clown

Who left with a smile and a terrible threat;
The ghost circus had come to town.


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Biz
09-12-2013
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“Circus
...........................

The Ringmaster looked at the clown

Who left with a smile and a terrible threat;
The ghost circus had come to town.


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Ghostly indeed! So ghostly it slipped in unnoticed.

PS You'll notice I remembered how to put these smilies in manually - there is no link to them on mobile style. Uh-oh!
mr. mustard
09-12-2013
Originally Posted by Biz:
“PS You'll notice I remembered how to put these smilies in manually - there is no link to them on mobile style. Uh-oh!”

It's beyong my meagre technical abilities Biz
mr. mustard
09-12-2013
Carruthers & Son, Inc

Father trained him like the others
(He had no sisters, only brothers)
The oldest son
Installed to run
The empire for Carruthers.

Business deals left rivals reeling,
At the desk a mind unfeeling,
Content to live
Executive,
Carruthers, wheeler-dealing.

An early death made nothing alter,
His brother told each news reporter
'In stocks and shares
And all affairs
Carruthers shall not falter.'


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Biz
09-12-2013
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“Carruthers & Son, Inc

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'In stocks and shares
And all affairs
Carruthers shall not falter.'


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There's no doubt, money rules the world, but I'm guessing more people have lost money on the stock market than have become rich. What's the betting Carruthers make more for themselves than their clients.
flower 2
09-12-2013
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“Carruthers & Son, Inc

Father trained him like the others
(He had no sisters, only brothers)
The oldest son
Installed to run
The empire for Carruthers.

Business deals left rivals reeling,
At the desk a mind unfeeling,
Content to live
Executive,
Carruthers, wheeler-dealing.

An early death made nothing alter,
His brother told each news reporter
'In stocks and shares
And all affairs
Carruthers shall not falter.'


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Tis' a shame the eldest son
a sweetheart he had never won,
his ducking and diving
and always striving
meant he was left a lonely one.
mr. mustard
10-12-2013
Originally Posted by Biz:
“What's the betting Carruthers make more for themselves than their clients. ”

Spot on Biz! It's nice to have money, but I don't let it rule my life.

Originally Posted by flower 2:
“Tis' a shame the eldest son
a sweetheart he had never won”

I like it when you write spin-offs from my material Flower
mr. mustard
10-12-2013
Possessive

One night with malice I connived
To float this way and seep
Into a human, I arrived
While she was fast asleep.

Your teenage girls are best, it’s clear
I choose them young and shy,
Much easier than boys to steer
Whose hormones go awry.

At midnight in her bed, that's when
She swallowed my creed’s pill,
Not Christianity or Zen,
Not Islam; stronger still.

It takes a while before the change
(At first they all stay calm),
Next day she felt a little strange
But nothing to alarm.

The mother sensed the daughter’s mood,
When asked what made her ail
She lied that homework made her brood,
The reason she looked pale.

At home she started breaking rules,
The pet cat shunned her gaze
Yet when she called her parents fools
They blamed it on a phase.

In class she acted even worse,
School teachers couldn't see
Each loud defensive foul-mouthed curse
Was really down to me.

Both parents tried to help, although
When they proposed a shrink
Another rage began to grow,
It pushed her to the brink.

Eyes rolled white in a fiendish face,
She spat at them and swore,
The table shook then left its place
To move across the floor.

Kind features were completely masked,
By evil hands caressed,
The first time they had ever asked
If she had been possessed.

She’s trapped in my demonic vice,
Her bedroom is so cold
And in that freezing tomb of ice
She speaks in tongues of old.

Let priests beg mercy for her soul
With crosses to assist,
God cannot save the girl I stole,
Nor any exorcist.


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Biz
10-12-2013
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“Possessive

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Brrrr! Thank goodness I'm not a teenager - with age has come strength.............so don't try it on. Get it, got it, good. Aaaargh, isn't that the most irritating set of words in the English language.
mr. mustard
12-12-2013
My Friend Samuel

I still recall the early days,
Adventures without end
Of make-believe among the haze,
The games where I'd pretend;
An age of plain and simple ways
When Samuel was my friend.

As free as birds who love the air,
We shared our time and toys,
To be a child with Samuel there
Meant life was full of joys,
Revealing in each game and dare
The innocence of boys.

We fished beneath the skies of blue
At our own favourite stream,
We visited museums too,
United as a team
Until the winds of change that blew
And bred a new regime.

My mother told me what was what,
How every altered rule
Meant we had to accept our lot
But worst of all, most cruel
How Samuel certainly could not
Be my best friend at school.

And as she spoke her eyes looked down,
Ashamed of what she'd said,
Aware that in our little town
Great changes lay ahead,
We'd seen the men in shirts of brown
Flaunt standards of bright red.

A swastika is hardly vague
And now it lit a fuse,
The new regime none could renege,
From alleys to church pews
The mission was to stop the plague
Of unhygienic Jews.

I still recall the guards who came
To take my friend away,
Outside his house a mob became
Hysterical, for they
Assembled with a single aim,
To make the traitors pay.

There with his parents Samuel bid
Farewell to home and hearth,
Condemned despite the good they did
To walk a darker path,
Then Samuel glanced at me amid
The jeers of hate and wrath.

The look he gave escapes my pen,
A tear was in his eye,
Somebody spat in his face when
He waved his last goodbye,
I never saw him once again,
Nor did he once see I.

If Samuel could return we’d go
To fish, free of their clutch
And at the stream where ripples flow
His kindly face I'd touch,
I'd let my best friend Samuel know
How I’ve missed him so much.


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mr. mustard
12-12-2013
Originally Posted by Biz:
“Aaaargh, isn't that the most irritating set of words in the English language. ”

There are others Biz
Biz
12-12-2013
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“My Friend Samuel

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The evil is painful to think about. Where was God? I'll have a stern word with him if we ever meet up.
mr. mustard
12-12-2013
Originally Posted by Biz:
“The evil is painful to think about. Where was God? I'll have a stern word with him if we ever meet up.”

Thanks Biz - despite the painful subject, Samuel is one of those poems I'm most pleased with
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