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Is Poetry a Dead Art? (Part 4)
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Noe Soap
22-04-2014
Keep Off Sign for Earth Day

I imagine a giant Hollywood sign it goes:
"Keep Away You UFOs!""
"Bypass! All Good Aliens!" says the huge
keep off this grass sign I propose,
"by wise design for all that
you hold fine, if your ethics
are as I suppose, better than ours
intelligent life from far-off stars.
Avoid! this place for all your worth
I cannot recommend this planet Earth.
All the graces Nature provided
mankind foolishly derided.
It is not run to good purposes
by its divided leaders
the human beings are selfish bleeders
those benign creatures: porpoises.
Yes, we headed for space
but that was rivals in a race
we eat our pets and hit each other
kill our families and lovers
every religion promotes hate
yet there is Poetry, so wait!
Seeing this sign by happenstance
give us a chance."
archiver
22-04-2014
From a graveyard full of strangers
via dark clouds pierced with light
to intergalactic rangers.
It's a good day alright.


The low down.

I find myself lacking.
Sitting here slacking.
Pretending I'm free.
Watching TV.

I think I know
somewhere better to go
than nowhere at all.
Over the wall?

Is the other side steeper?
The wisdom much deeper?
Does all become clear
as I disappear
down the slippery slope?

I hope I can cope.
Got any dope?


Good day.

I think I may have lost the plot.
Do I believe? Or do I not.
Do I believe that I don't,
or is it just that I won't?

I don't believe I do believe.
I will, and do try to conceive
how they think I think they think now.
Such pain behind my pulsing brow.

I think I'll just go out to play.
Shame to waste a lovely day.


Last edited by archiver : 22-04-2014 at 23:00
archiver
23-04-2014
Weird how some nights...

No disgrace.

I thought I saw the universe
creeping up on me.
And then I wrote it all in verse
as plain as it could be.

The stars were twinkling so far
away from where I stood.
I looked again and there you are.
I saw that you are good.

A passion holds within this place
as far as eyes can see.
The human race is no disgrace
where there's sanity.
mr. mustard
23-04-2014
Originally Posted by archiver:
“I think I'll just go out to play.
Shame to waste a lovely day.”

All really interesting poems again John I must say, I agree with this sentiment in particular

Originally Posted by Noe Soap:
“I imagine a giant Hollywood sign it goes:
"Keep Away You UFOs!""”

Nice one Frank - if I were an alien, I'd definitely give Earth a miss
mr. mustard
23-04-2014
Rain

Nineteen sixty-six,
Beatles got their kicks
Rain was in the mix

I flipped Paperback
Writer for a black
Vinyl B-side track

As the fade-out neared
Backward tapes appeared
Nair was harshly sneered

Play it now and find
Acid for the mind
Leave the world behind

No one can explain
How John wrote the plain
Genius of Rain


©
sandydune
25-04-2014
How jolly is a brolly in the rain


mr. mustard
25-04-2014
Originally Posted by sandydune:
“How jolly is a brolly in the rain
”

Very jolly Sandy - although I don't possess one The other night when I was down the pub, it was chucking it down Luckily, the landlord's a smashing bloke who I get on with - he lent me a brolly for the long stagger home That was great until some twit drove through a massive puddle and soaked me from the side

The book's going well, I've cut and pasted the first part already. It's a history, mainly British, told through poems - from the dinosaurs to 9/11. The second part's going to be massive with poems covering everything. The book's called Farewells And Love Songs
sandydune
25-04-2014
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“Very jolly Sandy - although I don't possess one
”

Always good to have a brolly

Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“The other night when I was down the pub, it was chucking it down Luckily, the landlord's a smashing bloke who I get on with - he lent me a brolly for the long stagger home That was great until some twit drove through a massive puddle and soaked me from the side ”

Why do puddles settle?

Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“The book's going well, I've cut and pasted the first part already. It's a history, mainly British, told through poems - from the dinosaurs to 9/11. The second part's going to be massive with poems covering everything. The book's called Farewells And Love Songs ”

A farewell is only a small passing of time until the next time and if the next time was sooner, is it a farewell? Have I confused you, Musty?

It's good you are making progress. I always like to see progress.
sandydune
25-04-2014
Musty, watching the telly(Sings Bacharach and David0 and there was a song playing and in the song was a line, the line was 'with a dream in your heart, you're never alone.'
archiver
27-04-2014
Half Nice.

I sometimes find
if I'm unkind
a kind of bind
within my mind
is underlined.

A timely joke
unkindly spoke
leaves me broke.
A sad bloke.

I live and learn
a better term
for half price
would be nice.
archiver
29-04-2014
Tough as old boots.

Why the need to be so tough?
To be human not enough?
For some camaraderie
and some virtual glee,
now you must believe
and can hardly conceive
that it might not be true.
Well I'm ashamed of you.
mr. mustard
30-04-2014
Originally Posted by sandydune:
“Have I confused you, Musty?”

Er, yes Sandy

Originally Posted by sandydune:
“Musty, watching the telly(Sings Bacharach and David0 and there was a song playing and in the song was a line, the line was 'with a dream in your heart, you're never alone.'”

Excellent Sandy, I love Bacharach & David's music - that song sounds like it was written for me
mr. mustard
30-04-2014
Originally Posted by archiver:
“Half Nice.
I sometimes find
if I'm unkind”

Two more great poems John - I found Half Nice very interesting. It seems to be about the karma in life. What we do does come back on us. William Blake was a wise man. One of his short ditties has helped me over time:

Damn braces
Bless relaxes.

Or Damnation braces, bless relaxes. When things get to me, I try remembering that. We tend to forget what a great place the world can be and get bogged down by trivial annoyances. The writer Colin Wilson spent his whole life tackling this problem. If enough people had read Colin's books, I believe world peace would have been a possibility!
mr. mustard
30-04-2014
Closing the Medieval

Labels come so easily to historians.
A Bronze Age here,
Some Dark Ages there.

But here, on Bosworth Field,
New actually replaced old;
A dissolve from one film
Into another.

King Richard's twisted spine
And his name, corpse
And reign were
Carted off.

Painted as a villain,
A child-killer,
Maybe he was,
But mud sticks for good.

Regardless, the Tudors
Were coming,
Due to inflict more pain
Than a thousand
Hunchbacks could.

Richard III,
Up through a car park
And out again.

Henry VII,
In through a battle,
Closing the medieval.

Let the Tudor terrors begin.


©
archiver
30-04-2014
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“Two more great poems John - I found Half Nice very interesting. It seems to be about the karma in life. What we do does come back on us. William Blake was a wise man. One of his short ditties has helped me over time:

Damn braces
Bless relaxes.

Or Damnation braces, bless relaxes. When things get to me, I try remembering that. We tend to forget what a great place the world can be and get bogged down by trivial annoyances. The writer Colin Wilson spent his whole life tackling this problem. If enough people had read Colin's books, I believe world peace would have been a possibility!”

Thanks Musty. I hadn't heard that little William Blake ditty and it does say something similar to Half Nice. I dislike the word "bless" though.

I guess whenever anyone does something they themselves are a little ashamed of, there's always a cost to them. Like the cost of maintaining the "tangled web" after a lie...

"Closing the Medieval" seems a bit of a departure from your usual rhyming style. A new one for the history book?
sandydune
30-04-2014
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“Er, yes Sandy ”




Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“
Excellent Sandy, I love Bacharach & David's music - that song sounds like it was written for me ”

Noe Soap
30-04-2014
A Parisienne Wonder

She wandered down the Champs-Élysées
with swagger of the derrière a Parisian
madamoiselle, une jeune fille très fair
with swirls of jolis hair. A sight to see
like her nation's Eiffel tower at midnight
or a delightful eyeful for any godly hour.
sandydune
02-05-2014
Originally Posted by Noe Soap:
“A Parisienne Wonder

She wandered down the Champs-Élysées
with swagger of the derrière a Parisian
madamoiselle, une jeune fille très fair
with swirls of jolis hair. A sight to see
like her nation's Eiffel tower at midnight
or a delightful eyeful for any godly hour.”

Très bien
sandydune
02-05-2014
Slowly In Bliss

The art of spoken language, must so preserve
with it's gather, precise and fondly reserve
some with substance, some then without resolute
let there be among those, who reply and from in refute
may they find some who stand, aside in the midst
though quiet, with reverence and slowly in bliss
archiver
03-05-2014
Mine's swiftly with humour somewhat the opposite of your fine poem Sandy. I'm going to read it again as soon as I've posted this.

Sweet?

Step away from your dinner!
Despicable sinner.
I'll have you know;
now you must go
to your maker unclean.

Or is it a dream?

Now show some respect.
You worthless reject.
Bow down to my god,
who hath made me so odd
that I must not be mean.

Or is it a dream?

And now? Let us pray
for the end of the day
and a much nicer place
all full of good grace.
Oh how we'll beam.

Goodnight sweet dream.
mr. mustard
03-05-2014
Originally Posted by archiver:
“"Closing the Medieval" seems a bit of a departure from your usual rhyming style. A new one for the history book?”

Indeed John - I thought the end of the medieval period needed something to underline it. The history section of the book has several comedy poems, to lighten the glum load of nastiness perpetrated over time.

Talking of tangled webs and their affects, I've taken up meditation again John, it always helps me

Originally Posted by Noe Soap:
“She wandered down the Champs-Élysées
with swagger of the derrière a Parisian”

Wow, I want to meet her Frank

Originally Posted by sandydune:
“let there be among those, who reply and from in refute
may they find some who stand, aside in the midst
though quiet, with reverence and slowly in bliss”

So beautiful Sandy - thanks for sharing this

Originally Posted by archiver:
“Sweet?
Goodnight sweet dream.”

What an uplifting ode John - I like to beam and I enjoy it when I do
mr. mustard
03-05-2014
Flatulent Hattie

There was a left-winger called Hattie
Who farted in shops and got ratty,
A flatulent neighbour
Who voted for Labour
And drove half of Islington batty.


©
mr. mustard
03-05-2014
Sorry to bring the tone of the thread down
archiver
03-05-2014
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“Indeed John - I thought the end of the medieval period needed something to underline it. The history section of the book has several comedy poems, to lighten the glum load of nastiness perpetrated over time.

Talking of tangled webs and their affects, I've taken up meditation again John, it always helps me ”

I seem to recall expressing my opinion about liars right here, while I was a bit angry . Lies are so uppermost in many (most) people's minds that the first thing they'll say is a lie. It's as if they've given up even trying to untangle what they've created.

I can't meditate. Similarly, I can't be hypnotised. I'm always thinking or sleeping. I do borrow a relaxation technique which completely eliminates any residual muscular tension and stress, but I'm generally so relaxed all the time that it's almost unhealthy. I should exercise more...

Highly 'gifted' artists, like you and I, always struggle with ego management. We work hard to be creative in our expression, use our chosen media with all the skill we can muster and then give it up for... what? Fame? Fortune? Thanks? Nah. Just the thought that someone somewhere might get it - is enough for me.

The world is enough already.
sandydune
03-05-2014
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“Flatulent Hattie

There was a left-winger called Hattie
Who farted in shops and got ratty,
A flatulent neighbour
Who voted for Labour
And drove half of Islington batty.


©”



There are always strange goings on in supermarkets, must be something in the air today, as I came across a little strangeness.
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