Very thought provoking Musty.

I hope you managed to survive the annual Christmas onslaught. Personally I was so sick of Christmas by the time it came that the day itself brought a great sense of relief - the turkey was good too.

It has given me so much pleasure reading your poems and I hope that you will not mind me posting a little ditty that I composed for my ' adult' children. It made them laugh and remember that I was not always the old lady that now looks at me in the mirror every morning.

I cannot begin to tell you how much I know that in the truest sense, this is NOT a poem..

I am not particularly religious although being in a boarding convent school obviously has had some affect( or should that be effect) upon me even though it is now 50 years since I left though it may appear so when reading my 'poem'

So, with the sincerest apologies and the greatest respect to all here is my little ditty

Oh, and having Pam Ayers as a 'distant relative may explain my style'

THE AGEING POEM

It came along so suddenly like a thief within the night
With stealth it had possessed me with a force I was unable to fight
There was no forewarning that my life would never be the same
Though perhaps this was a blessing as I was happy before it came.
Slowly, oh so slowly, it was taking the real me away
Bit by bit it would attack me every night and every day

It first attacked my bottom, which of course was hard to see
As one does not survey ones bottom as a matter of necessity
My bottom was on a downward path coupled with cellulite and horrid veins
And upon closer inspection resembled maps of moving trains
This then gave the thief more confidence to do its dastardly harm
Knowing that I was oblivious to all its lying charm.

It then attacked my bosoms dragging them both full south
And again quite unawares it had now assaulted my mouth
So gone was my happy face the look no longer carefree
And my boobs were heading rapidly each towards each knobbly knee
My arms were not omitted in these carefully concealed hits
As fat that was hanging from my arms was now melding with my tits
No longer am I supple nor can I run for the busses
Though these are unimportant as there are now so many plusses.

Age has given me wisdom; a rare and wonderful gift
The love of many friends and family gives me such a lift
With years and age many other things have come
For these I am truly blessed and my life is not yet done.
Though if I should die tomorrow I pray the Lord will say
“Lynne you sometimes trod the path and wandered far away but you came back again and resumed upon life’s trip
And now you have arrived here I give you a special gift

Your sins they are forgiven and your life’s work is now done
Now come with me, meet those you love and bring them all your fun
Share all your memories with those you love that had passed over before you came
Remembering the love you shared now all will be the same
There will be no more struggles, no more tears for loves lost far away
You are with them now, enjoy your new life
For eternity each and every day.


He told me that I could watch you
As you travel on your way
Towards the place where we all arrive
At the end of our last day

He will also comfort me if I should see you cry
Whilst he is watching over you and seeing your tears dry
You only have to ask him to lessen burdens here on Earth
He listens, though you can’t see him, and he has done so since your Birth

Please don’t be disheartened if your life seems very tough
For what you will eventually see will compensate enough
What awaits you in his Kingdom will wipe away the pain
You will be joyful, happy and peaceful all bad memories will wane.

He has loved you since you came here for your journey on this plain
Why would he desert you, for him there is no gain?
He has to let you have your will and trip up on the way
Though do not doubt he is watching you every single day
Until that day comes for you to meet him and others
once more
Treat every day as a blessing and not just one of chore

You will not believe what waits for you after your earthly life
No more tears or struggling and days of horrid strife
Your sins will be forgiven if you sincerely do remorse
You are on your way to eternity and on the correct course
I shall be so happy and excited to meet you all
Though I have watched you from beyond
I shall say, “Welcome home my loved one, look, see, I am again a Blonde.


ps I do hope that I have not offended anyone with my silly sense of humour.
Last edited by lah1 : 27-12-2013 at 20:37

So many of us know exactly what you're saying there lah1.

I'm sure Musty will be along soon, and I hope it won't offend you if I reply, what with my not being a poet.

At least you end on an up note, which I'm sure will give many people comfort.

Thank you so much for replying. I was thinking that I had probably killed my thread quite dead with my musings.

I actually typed it up yesterday as I had long ago the thoughts in my head and it was intended for my 'adult children' to read and remember that their mum was not always this older lady. I have now copied and pasted it today to word and I have now revised it to make it easier to read.

One of my favourite books is ' The nations favourite poems' and I am in awe of how so few words can touch one so; Keats, Shelly ,Byron and so many more too numerous to mention are those that I read the most.

There are some wonderful poems on here too and I love to check on the boards to see if anyone else has added more.

I am so grateful for your reply, really. When I read some of those poems composed here and I now wonder if mine is a poem or just the musings of an older lady. Thank you.

Lynne

Your musings are the musings of us all as we get older, the young squirts think they know it all and are the only people to "FEEL" (as we once felt too about our elders in our youth ).....

I now have learned to remember and think of my parents as the young frivolous, vibrant kids they once were xx

You're very welcome Lynne. I do enjoy poetry, although the most I can manage is a line in a limerick. As with so much poetry yours says what so many feel.

So true Flower. I agree with every word.

Thank you Biz and Flower too for your replies. ( at the moment I know how to do one quote but not two but I will get there soon)

Thankfully my adult children have photos of me in the Sixties when my hair was longer and my legs too. There are also some videos online of me in the club in which I worked and they are kind of proud of my time and whom I knew all those years ago.

Who would have believed that a very bright but very naïve convent girl ( I went in at the age of 12 and came out at , I think, 16 going on seventeen) So emotionally I was still the 12 year old though my education stopped after my many escapes)

One word, Yes, in roughly 1964/5 changed my life and it was due to my honesty when I took a pass out ( card) do you remember these? and the lady on the door said to me, " You have not been here before" to which I replied, "yes" She told me that she liked my honesty and my life changed from an office accounts clerk to being thrown into another life. Some of this I related on the ,
'What is the creepiest thing to have ever happened to you thread'

The cat has just walked on the keyboard and sent my message. Thanks again to you both. Lynne

Mine too, 'Those were the days my friend, I thought they'd never end' xxxx

Thank you for reminding me of Mary Hopkins and I have just now viewed her singing this on You tube. She was such a pretty girl and had a super voice and from what I have read she is still singing ( According to Wikipedia )

Lynne x

random

Of Notion

Let's just talk
and pass the day
as so spends the time
with much array
seconds do fall
with each turn of motion
a minute indulge
gently word of notion

That has the flavour of something from another time Sandy. What have you done with Musty?

I haven't seen him, maybe he is enjoying his Christmas selection box

Ahhh! He'll probably "roll" in soon then.

Thanks to everyone for keeping the thread going - I've had problems over Xmas like many others have, including local floods and losing the internet. The phones are still dead here, but that won't make me get a mobile. No way.

Thank you Biz, Flower, Sandy and Lah - I shall read your contributions tomorrow when I'm sober.

Welcome to the thread Lah, I'm so sorry I wasn't here to pass comment on your poem, but I shall soon. And don't apologise for what you write, I'm just glad you sent something in

Happy New Year everyone

This is exactly how I would like to write poetry. Succinctly yet saying so much more.

Lovely.

Lynne

Good to see you Musty, you must have had a distressing Christmas. I don't know how some people have coped. Let's hope the New Year is better.

It's good to see a new contributor isn't it. Lynne is very welcome, she probably feels she knows you already.

I beg to differ Lynne - I thoroughly enjoyed reading the twists and turns in your excellent poem I found it had a happy/sad feel to it, a hard texture to achieve. Some of the rhymes were great too, such as 'buses and plusses' Please feel free to send in more material; lack of confidence has been a constant factor on the thread. However, no one sits in judgement here and I have a healthy dislike of intellectuals. I love Pam Ayers too


Another Sandy corker, full of meaning You have a unique style of writing which I love


I hope Lynne sticks around Biz, we've been pretty short staffed of late

I've had a Xmas unlike any others - I think I'll get a poem out of it at least, maybe an epic. It's been great despite the weather

One of my favourite songs from the Sixties Flower - produced by Paul McCartney who also wrote Goodbye for Mary Hopkin

Do you know how touched I am by all your replies, so thank you all so much.

Nelson is also a cousin of mine though nine/ten times removed (I would need to get the family tree out to confirm this timeline correctly) along with Eliab Harvey another sea Captain though this is by marriage.

Perhaps I may be brave enough to offer another ditty of mine re the coastline/sea as this has been a big part of my life.

Thank you all so much for welcoming me.

Lynne

Thanks Lynne, you're very kind

I enjoyed your poem also, sometimes I find long poetry a little difficult to write, as it can diversify, so it's good to focus on a little at a time, did it take you long to write your poem?

Thanks Musty

Thank you for replying Sandy.

I typed the poem up in here as a post and as the thoughts came to my mind. I then copied/pasted it to Word and then emailed it that day to all my 'adult' (4) children though I revised it a little in more sections to make it easier to read, as such.

My daughter now lives in the States with her new husband and she was delighted to read this.

Yesterday ! Why on earth did I say that? Not sleeping well due to attempted break in perhaps.

Thank you all once again.

Lynne

Wow!!! Sorry to hear that Lynne - it would disturb the sleep of anyone. Thank goodness it wasn't successful.