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Is Poetry a Dead Art? (Part 4)
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Noe Soap
08-01-2014
Hope this doesn't offened rules as self promotion Musty & co.
for information (i.e. shameless plug)


Have got a poem and a story in Voices from the Web Anthology 2014

available via Amazon details as follows:
price 7.99
•Paperback: 234 pages
•Publisher: UKA Press (27 Sep 2013)
•Language: English
•ISBN-10: 1905796307
•ISBN-13: 978-1905796304

Under my nickname at the UKA (UK Authors' site) - CVaughan
though my real name appears in print for the first time, hooray.
Frank
McMahauld
08-01-2014
Originally Posted by Noe Soap:
“Hope this doesn't offened rules as self promotion Musty & co.
for information (i.e. shameless plug)


Have got a poem and a story in Voices from the Web Anthology 2014

available via Amazon details as follows:
price 7.99
•Paperback: 234 pages
•Publisher: UKA Press (27 Sep 2013)
•Language: English
•ISBN-10: 1905796307
•ISBN-13: 978-1905796304

Under my nickname at the UKA (UK Authors' site) - CVaughan
though my real name appears in print for the first time, hooray.
Frank”

Congratulations!
Biz
08-01-2014
And congratulations from me too Frank.
mr. mustard
08-01-2014
Originally Posted by Noe Soap:
“Hope this doesn't offened rules as self promotion Musty & co.
for information (i.e. shameless plug) ”

Well done Frank, your material deserves a wider audience I didn't know you wrote stories Mr Vaughn
mr. mustard
09-01-2014
Rambling Thoughts

The lack of walkers I observe,
Obesity's depressing,
A great invention was the wheel
But legs, they are a blessing.


©
mr. mustard
09-01-2014
H'mmm, why on earth did I jot down, or rather tap out, that little ditty here? Poems written electronically are very rare for me. If I do attempt them I have my own file, which has unlimited time. The dreaded DS edit rule is no friend of poetry Anyway, Rambling Thoughts should read:

The lack of walkers now is real,
Obesity's depressing,
A great invention was the wheel
But legs, they are a blessing.

flower 2
10-01-2014
Originally Posted by Noe Soap:
“In the street had stood a pleasant tree
It dwelt there tall as long as a little me
Present in that long past of our family
Each's roots settled firm and presently
Adhered as much as mortals ever may
Its timbers withstood winds and decay.
Abiding certainty as others uncertainly
Went on their chosen way our old tree
As my kin took their leave, held ground;
A ton of Christmases hundreds of leaves
On I thought would hang around for more
days of green bag fills, Autumn's chores.
But no oh no! A sawing noise I'd heard
Yet never saw the cause the local hands
had fled, that stump set in plain pavement
bled, to my eyes, from its paid assassins'
saws. Our lovely London plane was slain
peremptorily lumbered off in a corporate
cart to the corporation downtown dump
in her wake, and in this throat, is a lump.”

I always feel a sadness when I see a tree stump...your poem almost made me cry
Biz
10-01-2014
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“Rambling Thoughts


©”

I thought the first one was perfectly acceptable.
Celestine
10-01-2014
Swirling, twirling, dance and spin
Leaves of gold, red, orange and green

Shaking, rattling, skeletal and bare
Branches of winter, but not despair

Sprouting, shooting, begin to bud
Spring time blossoms from the mud

Dancing, sighing in the Summer rain
Leaves of the sprial begin again
Biz
10-01-2014
That's lovely Celestine. Short and sweet. I love the changing seasons.
mr. mustard
10-01-2014
Originally Posted by flower 2:
“I always feel a sadness when I see a tree stump...your poem almost made me cry ”

Same here Flower - we've lost loads of trees here

Originally Posted by Biz:
“I thought the first one was perfectly acceptable.”

Thanks Biz I'm a great big fussy old Hector

Originally Posted by Celestine:
“Dancing, sighing in the Summer rain
Leaves of the sprial begin again”

How beautiful Celestine Every part of this poem has a vivid image of nature, it's like watching a short film in colour! I especially like the second verse - 'Branches of winter, but not despair' is such a positive message. The spiral at the end reminded me of the ancients, it's a symbol that often crops up in their art. Much enjoyed
mr. mustard
10-01-2014
Describing the Invasion

Invasion came so quickly,
Aware the end was nigh
It left me feeling sickly,
Prepared to say goodbye.
Nobody paid attention
Except for just a few,
An outside intervention
With brainwashed victims due.
You thought the tales of sci-fi
Belonged inside the mind
But parasites here I spy
Endangering our kind.
As distant as a steeple,
As cold as polar wastes,
Once animated people
Developed alien tastes.
Like Cromwell’s rule and Thatcher’s,
Things changed inside our core,
Were these the body snatchers
I’d seen in films before?
Some kept freewill and stored it,
Survivors had to hide,
The media ignored it
Until our old life died.
I only have one query,
What brought about the clones?
The answer’s in my theory:
They purchased mobile phones.


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sandydune
10-01-2014
A sadness


When there is a sadness
all becomes a low
as time it follows slowly
with each it gathers so
so stop, linger then quickly
as time can take it's toll
abruptly stand forth and soundly
as those stand without so fall.
sandydune
10-01-2014
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“Rambling Thoughts

©”

Musty,I love the title, thoughts that walk
mr. mustard
10-01-2014
Originally Posted by sandydune:
“When there is a sadness
all becomes a low”

This deeply-felt poem hit home Sandy, sadness is something we all have to face eventually. I love the rhythm in the verse four lines, do you mind if I nick it for future use?

Originally Posted by sandydune:
“Musty,I love the title, thoughts that walk”

Ta Sandy, I do chuck in the odd pun
sandydune
10-01-2014
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“This deeply-felt poem hit home Sandy, sadness is something we all have to face eventually.”

With sadness, there is sometimes triumph as we are all that we are.
mr. mustard
10-01-2014
Originally Posted by sandydune:
“With sadness, there is sometimes triumph as we are all that we are.”

Amen to that
Mrs Teapot
10-01-2014
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“Rambling Thoughts

The lack of walkers I observe,
Obesity's depressing,
A great invention was the wheel
But legs, they are a blessing.


©”

I have no wheels I have no car
It's great to walk sometimes so far
So many cars, they speed around
My feet are happier on the ground

I sometimes wish the cars would stop,
When on the zebra I do pop.
But they try to run me down
Two fingers up and a ghastly frown

Plus some swear words
mr. mustard
10-01-2014
Originally Posted by Mrs Teapot:
“But they try to run me down
Two fingers up and a ghastly frown”

LMAO Thanks Mrs T, that sums up the pedestrian's lot today!

And I really did laugh out loud
Mrs Teapot
10-01-2014
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“LMAO Thanks Mrs T, that sums up the pedestrian's lot today!

And I really did laugh out loud ”

I'm the worst pedestrian ever but only because of **it drivers
mr. mustard
10-01-2014
Originally Posted by Mrs Teapot:
“I'm the worst pedestrian ever but only because of **it drivers ”

Everyone's in such a rush on the roads. I haven't driven on a motorway for over twenty years, I can't stand the mad chariot race.
mr. mustard
12-01-2014
Belief System

I believe the ancients knew the sunset as a glory
I believe their monuments tell us a magic story

I believe in melodies that burst with deep emotion
I believe in poems of the land, the sky and ocean

I believe in underdogs who sometimes turn the tables
I believe in make-believe and hints of truth in fables

I believe the hostage can pretend the cell's a cloister
I believe perfection is the pearl inside the oyster

I believe in love although I've never really found it
I believe my heart was forged with crystal walls around it

I believe in yesterday, the present and tomorrow
I believe some happiness means more when you know sorrow

I believe we'll never grasp what lies behind creation
I believe the greatest gift is our imagination

I believe life shouldn’t be a dusty mausoleum
I believe I’ll rise again and whisper 'Carpe diem'


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Biz
12-01-2014
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“Belief System

I believe in love although I've never really found it
I believe my heart was forged with crystal walls around it
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A good one Musty, though the above is sad. Thankfully you can still carpe diem. You never know what's round the corner.
mr. mustard
12-01-2014
Originally Posted by Biz:
“A good one Musty, though the above is sad. Thankfully you can still carpe diem. You never know what's round the corner. ”

Thanks Biz The 'whisper of carpe diem' comes from the superb Dead Poets Society, one of my top five films. Here are three minutes that stayed with me a long time.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0wjpRQ__lsI
Biz
12-01-2014
A charismatic teacher indeed...........the trouble is, whenever I see him I can only think of Mrs Doubtfire.
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