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Is Poetry a Dead Art? (Part 4)
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mr. mustard
01-03-2014
Absent Muses

Most poets have a single muse
Yet I love both of these,
Nimue, gorgeous mystic girl,
Alluring blonde Louise.


©
mr. mustard
01-03-2014
Go pack a page for the result of my date Biz
Biz
01-03-2014
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“
* Two hours can last forever, as you know Biz ”

Wow! That's good timing.

Two hours seems endless when you're waiting. Sorry to hear about your date - perhaps she was too drunk to come out. It sounds a tragic story. I can understand why life sometimes makes people take solace in drink, but it can so easily become a destroyer rather than a helper.
Biz
01-03-2014
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“Absent Muses

Most poets have a single muse
Yet I love both of these,
Nimue, gorgeous mystic girl,
Alluring blonde Louise.


©”

Better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all - cliché, irritating but true.
I Iogged in about a minute after you posted, but I'm a bit slow you know.
mr. mustard
01-03-2014
Originally Posted by flower 2:
“Why not just do the best that we can,
To make life, while here, a pleasure to Man?”

What a great poem Flower This really hit home for me and touched on so many things that are relevant now. I like the style of the poem and the lose format. It suited a piece that asked so many questions. And what relevant questions.

I find there's nothing but ignorance in some people. Luckily they're still a small minority. But in busy places, maybe at a shopping centre on a Saturday, you'll find them. They shout, don't move out of the way, spit, let their kids make a racket and on and on. I shop at seven in the morning or in the middle of the night. Anything to avoid the ignorant Jeremy Kyle herd.

Terrific poem Flower
mr. mustard
01-03-2014
Originally Posted by Biz:
“I'm a bit slow you know.”

Me too How lovely to meet you in the library Biz
Biz
01-03-2014
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“Me too How lovely to meet you in the library Biz ”

Good timing.
mr. mustard
01-03-2014
The Piper by William Blake 1757-1827

Piping down the valleys wild,
Piping songs of peasant glee,
On a cloud I saw a child,
And he, laughing, said to me:

'Pipe a song about a lamb!'
So I piped with merry cheer.
'Piper, pipe that song again;'
So I piped: he wept to hear.

'Drop thy pipe, thy happy pipe;
Sing thy songs of happy cheer!'
So I sang the same again,
While he wept with joy to hear.

'Piper, sit thee down and write
In a book, that all may read.'
So he vanished from my sight;
And I plucked a hollow reed,

And I made a rural pen,
And I stain'd the water clear,
And I wrote my happy songs
Every child may joy to hear.
mr. mustard
01-03-2014
Originally Posted by Noe Soap:
“Ooh err Mrs as Francis Howard might say.”

mr. mustard
01-03-2014
iPod, Therefore I Am

Texting, texting, texting,
Addicted to weird babble,
The herd must buy the next thing
From boffins who must dabble.

iPod, iPod, iPod,
It's such a boring story,
For if an iPod's your god
You'll miss all nature's glory


©
Biz
02-03-2014
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“iPod, Therefore I Am

©”

Oh well! Live and let live Musty. It's a fashion, and they nearly all pass when they've had their day. Something new will no doubt be hot on its heels.

I couldn't help laughing when tablet computers were founding wanting (what a pest having to hold them up in your hand), and stands came onto the market - then cases (I think).

I love the way clamshell mobile phones are coming back so that inadvertent calls aren't made. I once heard a son's conversation with a friend in a car when unknown to him, his phone made a call to me. Could be very embarrassing.
archiver
02-03-2014
It.

There's a creature in the sky.
I don't know where, or why,
but it knows it simply must
satisfy its lust
for life among the stars.
Its galaxy is ours.

It senses solar breezes.
When something in it ceases
to love just where it's at;
it fully knows that
it must be on its way.
It sleeps a whole day.

Sweet dreams of life so rich.
Convinced they are a glitch.
Not a place which can be found.
So much barren ground
had it scrutinised so long.
It was growing less strong.

On waking in the light
of a star less bright
than many it surveyed.
It kneeled down and prayed.
Biz
02-03-2014
Originally Posted by archiver:
“It.
”

You're good at giving us puzzles John. I've pondered and cogitated - a comet? a spaceship? though they couldn't kneel down, so I've decided it must be a spaceman.............or am I too literal?

Put me out of my misery.
archiver
02-03-2014
Originally Posted by Biz:
“You're good at giving us puzzles John. I've pondered and cogitated - a comet? a spaceship? though they couldn't kneel down, so I've decided it must be a spaceman.............or am I too literal?

Put me out of my misery.”

I can't, sorry. I don't know any more about it.

There was a spaceship called Dave which I'm pretty sure could kneel down.
Biz
02-03-2014
Originally Posted by archiver:
“I can't, sorry. I don't know any more about it.

There was a spaceship called Dave which I'm pretty sure could kneel down. ”

Hahahaha! I haven't a clue have I? I really must keep up.
Noe Soap
03-03-2014
Nanook's Journey (an alphabetical acrostic)

A
Bark
Canoe
Drifted darkly,
Elegantly, mutely
Floating acutely
Guiding the crew
Holding just a one
Its occupant, on a brave
Journey, native
Kayak is
Lopsided, Red
Man called
Nanook onward glided;
Oilskinned coveralls
Protected from squalls by
Quilts made from a
Rich harvest of
Seals skins he prospected;
Threat to life unsuspected
Unexpected! Alack!
Violent arrival of rivals
War party - attack!!!
X eskimo since PCs "Inuit" though he never knew it, nor could he intuit;
Young Nook gets off the harpoon's hook like an ever so slippery arctic seal;
Zigzagging to an igloo, unbagging says: Here hun, is it you? Nose rubbing to do and a blubbery meal.
Biz
03-03-2014
Originally Posted by Noe Soap:
“Nanook's Journey (an alphabetical acrostic)
”

Very clever Frank. Glad it ended well.
mr. mustard
04-03-2014
Tallest Poppies

David Beckham they reviled,
Sent to gaol was Oscar Wilde,
Why must fools abuse?
Ollie Reed could get no work,
David Icke was deemed a jerk
Just for different views.

Betjeman was shown the gate,
Alex Ferguson they hate,
Judging kings in haste,
David Lean filmed nothing poor,
DJs banned Cliff Richard for
Nothing, what a waste.

Morrissey was forced abroad,
Dirk Bogarde left in accord,
Many have fled town,
John Lennon was given crap
Just because he wed a Jap,
Isn't that a shame?

Bobby Moore they treated bad,
Tallest poppies end up sad
When they are cut down.
mr. mustard
04-03-2014
Hi everyone Only three minutes left here, so I'll have to catch up on the thread tomorrow Good to see the gang keeping the old place going

Keep smiling and remember:

A poem a day
Keeps stagnation at bay

Biz
04-03-2014
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“Tallest Poppies
................................................
Tallest poppies end up sad
When they are cut down.”


A cautionary tale indeed.
flower 2
05-03-2014
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“Tallest Poppies

David Beckham they reviled,
Sent to gaol was Oscar Wilde,
Why must fools abuse?
Ollie Reed could get no work,
David Icke was deemed a jerk
Just for different views.

Betjeman was shown the gate,
Alex Ferguson they hate,
Judging kings in haste,
David Lean filmed nothing poor,
DJs banned Cliff Richard for
Nothing, what a waste.

Morrissey was forced abroad,
Dirk Bogarde left in accord,
Many have fled town,
John Lennon was given crap
Just because he wed a Jap,
Isn't that a shame?

Bobby Moore they treated bad,
Tallest poppies end up sad
When they are cut down.”

Poppies can't help but cause a reaction,
It leads to people feeling an attraction.

With tears in my eyes
when somebody dies

I remember.

When they once shone,
and showed their graces.
And made a mark on all our faces.
And now they are gone,
they left us with song.
MRSgotobed
07-03-2014
Originally Posted by flower 2:
“Questions in 2014...

Why do we live? Why do we die?
We wonder as life passes us by.

Why are we here? is there more than this?
We wonder, as some are in ignorant bliss.

Why not just do the best that we can,
To make life, while here, a pleasure to Man?

Why do we compete, to see who's the strongest?
And live in fear, to live the longest?

Are we happier, now, today,
than our old relatives in their hay day?

Where are we going wrong, when try as we might,
We still don't seem, to have got things right?”


Oh my goodness, I have just spent a week away with a friend and we had a conversation exactly and I do mean exactly like this on Tuesday, due to stuff we have going on and the way some people we care about are being treated.
Flower, are you reading my mind?

'I remember' really beautiful.

I was in Deal on the Kent Coast could not access internet easily, so gave up, but have enjoyed catching up so much. Honestly, there is some amazing writing here, I just love it.Could be a DS poetry book.Why not? There's an underground poetry book. Still, there's always musty's book to look forward to. ipod,Therefore I am, oh yes.
Biz
07-03-2014
Originally Posted by MRSgotobed:
“I was in Deal on the Kent Coast could not access internet easily, so gave up, but have enjoyed catching up so much. Honestly, there is some amazing writing here, I just love it.......................... there's always musty's book to look forward to. ipod,Therefore I am, oh yes.”

Hi MRSgoto - pleased there's still a poet around. Hope Musty hasn't been banned from the library. As you know he also has been having problems with the internet. I'm sure if there was a serious problem his brother would have let us know.

It's a mystery.
Noe Soap
07-03-2014
Elizabeth Barrett Browning gets Google treatment.
(at age 208)

I love Google let me say the ways,
Mrs. Elizabeth Browning is today's
anniversary babe and its image or
doodle marks birthday celebrations.
Shows her in then life's sweet blaze,
afire from the love of Robert a poet
fellow, who waylaid wan and lonely
Miss Barrett of that Wimpole Street.
Poetry and passion were there both
to meet; to drier Italy the dear duet
went away, met more clement clime
but a too short time was sad Lizzie’s
fate yet in Google’s web pic. she is
looking not bad as this gal’s a dizzy
two hundred and eight, years in age;
Google I bless for they put a poetess
headliner, a shiner on the front page.
Biz
08-03-2014
Originally Posted by Noe Soap:
“Elizabeth Barrett Browning gets Google treatment.
(at age 208)”

I enjoyed that Frank; you've squeezed so much of her story into a short poem - "shall I count the ways?".
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