I agree Musty, and hoped they'd pop up again, but it seems not.............yet.

It's gone quiet again.

Hi Biz - you just beat me to it, I was going to open the page

Frank & Archiver could return one day I guess

The Tranquil Evening Shores

The tranquil evening shores allow
A time for feeling free,
The thinker stops alone and thinks
And skims a pebble till it sinks
Beneath the bolted sea.

The tranquil evening shores can heal
A mind of modern pain;
The company of purple skies
Befriending you as daylight dies
Can wash away the strain.

A beach that’s full of emptiness
The busy world ignores
And while life rages on at speed
How comforting it is to heed
The tranquil evening shores.


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I'm guessing that an awful lot of people were praying for those tranquil evening shores to return last night.

Yeah, bad timing for my poem Biz

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I thought you'd timed it perfectly. First the bad news then the good news - take the rough with the smooth - always look on the bright side - life can only get better etc.

Chin up, pip-pip I actually dug that one out and changed it for Lynne, who requested an ode on the North Sea shore. I do hope she comes back Biz

I thought it looked familiar, and I know you're fond of the seashore. I hope she comes back too Musty - I've a feeling she will.

(I can't highlight on Mobile, in fact very basic. )

You've lost me there

Advert break - I'm watching Celeb. Big Brother!!!

I mean I can't do that. I've swapped to the main format just to explain, but it hurts my eyes too much. The Mobile version is verypared down, can't see number of posts or any other details. I do miss the old DS.

Oh Biz, I'm so sorry Lots of people have said the same as you. The format doesn't affect my eyes, but I find it so bland.

Oh Musty, you are never lost.

you would you please be kind enough to open up your private message for me to be able to send you a PM.

I wish to explain my absence.

Could you please open it from oh, midday onwards ( however long you wish ) tomorrow as I don't wish others to read this PM . I had another attempted break in at 11.20 pm last night and this is all explained in the PM. I am now sleeping during the day instead. Thank goodness for my dogs !

Thank you

Lynne

I'm so, so sorry to hear that Lynne. You can PM me any time, or Biz if you prefer

Sorry to speak on your behalf Biz

Ta Sandy

I'm so sorry to hear that Lynne. Hope you managed to get some sleep.

I started a new poem earlier but didn't have time to finish it. Time's available tonight though and I'll probably post it tomorrow. It's definitely a 'Sunday' poem, by which I mean a piece that concerns nature or spirituality

Look forward to it.

Ta Biz

I will send the message when I am better. Look at Lupus uk symptoms on their homepage to view the symptoms = VERY IMFORMATIVE I only have a 5 but badly. do not wish to state here all my personal details.

In a week or more I shall be completely recovered.

sorry about pm -

Lynne

Voyage to Avalon

The gloom of the city in crowded condition,
A grey mass of people move wearily on,
If I could cast spells like a knowing magician
I'd conjure a journey to old Avalon.

My love we’d depart here, leave all things unholy,
Trade this modern noise for days mystic and fair,
Beyond lies a stairway, ascending it slowly
Let’s seek a kind heaven that's always been there.

Like voyagers we'll enter through sacred white portals
To live in the glow of a plentiful land,
So far from this world and the pain of its mortals,
To walk and discover while I hold your hand.

Observe how the meadows continue forever
Where curious lambs play around without fear,
Wide lakes, ornate fountains by soft purple heather;
The peace is ensured for eternity here.

A mist-shrouded castle appears in the distance
With walls long deployed as a true barricade,
Its turrets and ramparts show steely resistance,
Protecting those rooms where fine art is displayed.

The court attracts heroes and courtiers smiling
And writers of sonnets shall tell of your face
And wizards shall find you so truly beguiling
Both they and the knights will be bound by your grace.

When eventide passes and red beams are sinking
Beyond hills of heartbreak where night is released,
Then music we'll hear to encourage deep thinking
As goblets of mead are served at a great feast.

The hall welcomes every invited descendent,
Those loved ones we've lost greeting both me and you
And saints will arrive for the evening resplendent
And he who shed tears on the cross will come too.

We’ll linger in love when the others are sleeping,
The darkness and starlight redeeming each thing,
While close to you lady I'll tend to your weeping,
In Avalon's dream shall our souls ever sing.


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Certainly preferable to "I am caught In memories of longing turned to dust". The only thing that puzzles me is why the lady is weeping. Hmmm I shall ponder on this.

You're going through a bad time Lynne. See you soon.

Biz, you're the only person who could quote a line from another of my poems - Resting Place I believe

I could't finish my new effort today, so I brushed up the oldie Voyage to Avalon instead. You're right about the weeping part, I questioned that a little myself originally - however, I decided not to change it today. The girl in the poem has had an unbelievable day, including meeting relatives who've died (in the penultimate verse). Her tears are ones of deep emotion, not exactly sadness, more a mixture of overwhelming love and amazement at what's happened.

A bit like I was at the end of ET and Close Encounters

You got it.


I get it.

I wasn't sure if I'd met this poem before, but I seem to think you've visited Avalon on more than one occasion.