A very interesting write, as ever Archiver. This seems to be about a child growing and coming to grips with the world. I might be wrong though!

There's no doubt that religion's caused a lot of pain over the centuries. But that's mainly organized religion in my opinion. I'm a religious person but I don't spout my views or feel the need to join a flock. Another excellent poem John

Three more great poems Sandy and I really enjoyed Feel. As I've said before, you have a unique style of writing. I even tried to copy it once, in the poem Bells Tubular

Bells Tubular

Awesome chimes of silver,
Nothing here repels,
Seagull, bones and starfish,
That's Tubular Bells.

Glockenspiel, timpani,
Fuzz guitar remote,
Piltdown Man, acoustic,
Headphones on, you float.

Introductions merge in
Hippie Bonzo Viv,
Many sales for Virgin,
Many souls, we live.

Soon a caring mother
And a busy nun
Pass in autumn sunshine,
Serious but fun.

Twisted looping silver
From a demo tape,
Haunting bells of mystic,
Tubular in shape.


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Nice to see the thread's reached 60,000 views - Biz would have been pleased at that

Only a few post here, but view-wise we've always done well

Moon For Thought (first man on the moon).

Transcendant orb that gilds the coal black sky
with what transluscent glory you treat the eye
your phases, moods, moves poet words raises
for eons proliferating myriads of purple phrases.
Due to an adulterous resident of the Presidency
one spot in time man took Man's first residency
upon that rock in space, to lunar wonders, see
at close hand not glittery at all, but dullest grey;
these my memories and reflections of that day.
For I was there near half asleep that late night
to see the climax of J. Kennedy's fancied flight
magic majesty of poetry's waxing swept away,
"one small step ..." etc. all the pilot had to say.

Thanks Musty.

Mysteriously so.

Alter Ego

There is an I / eye
That watches me
A fictive I / eye
I / eye cannot see

Were they bloomers? You have made me laugh.

Where

Where is the fellow
who sang a song
whistled a tune
playing the pipes
of Brigadoon.

Where is the lady
who danced a dance
humming a tune
feeling the rhythm
of distant drums

I keep meaning to post something here but keep forgetting or not getting around to it, so I'll just post this before I go to bed. I wrote this over 10 years ago, when I was a teenager I think. Most of my pieces don't rhyme (or not much) but I think they seem ok.


Believe In Your Heart by Izzy S

I wish I could see you,

know its for real

all that plays out in this head of mine.

I hold you so dear to me,

don't you know

you are the key to

what keeps me,

keeps me sane in this crazy world,

what gives me hope,

the future doesn't have to be black & white,

hoping and praying,

you're all I need

to know this is all worthwhile.

Seeing you there,

all I ever wished for,

If only it were real,

I would reach out & never let go.

Seeing your eyes, they etch out a scene,

one of happiness within,

telling a story of unrivalled contentment,

one of love and affection

creating a feeling so strong

surely this love is too good to be true?

It must be a figment of imagination,

then why does it feel likes its been sent,

to keep me company,

to reassure me, that

I am never truly alone,

to give me hope

that one day my dreams

will come true,

and on that day I will see that scene

and never let go.

If this is what keeps me going,

I proudly declare

wherever you are,

I believe in you & have faith,

that our futures will lead,

lead to that first sight,

first thought,

the knowledge that we will never

never part.

Great write Frank - you evoked that special occasion so well. How soon the magic wore off though; by the time of the space shuttles, we were taking it all for granted. I guess only a landing on Mars could stir up similar interest now.

Lovely Sandy - I feel this could be set to music

Well, I for one am glad you posted the poem Izzy

What a beautiful tale of love

Thanks for contributing Mo, but I see you're no longer with us

UK Place-Names

Instead of modern Sat Nav
I read maps quaint and old;
From mine here's places that have
Strange titles to behold.

Where UK breezes billow
Round signposts north and south
Some guide you to Prickwillow,
Some lead to Cockermouth.

I've never really got 'em,
Each one is quite unique,
Why call somewhere Pratts Bottom
Or Frisby on the Wreake?

Now Funtington's no rumour
And Upham is imbued
Like Cruckmeole with humour,
While Effingham sounds rude.

Who dubbed a village Swinton,
Their commonsense was seen
Yet what of Piddlehinton
And what if Acocks Green?

The presence of strong liquor
Could answer for the bodge
That conjured Upper Dicker
As well as Knockie Lodge.

Perhaps they dreamt of trollops
Inspiring Fockerby
But nothing tops The Wallops
And Wetwang by the sea.

These names should never alter,
We'd dearly feel their loss,
Though some make my eyes water -
Especially Balls Cross.


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Thank you

A great poem, IzzyS.

Where is Biz?

Funny places

Thank you

Throw

A vast black throw
is cast over my mind,
smothering all.
It appalls every thought,
drags,
like a thick, pleated frown.

I recognise
dulled thoughts for a rapid fix
crawling over my mind.

My eyes,
set deep in their purple-hooded sockets,
try to look outwards,
searching for any hint of light
but soon return to the too one-sided struggle
between the dangerous dark safety within
and that reality outside.
The only escape
is into a world of forced imagination,
a fantasy of who I would destroy
for putting me into this place.
Words don’t help,
pills don’t help,
I can’t help
myself

Most times it’s all too easy to embrace
the stiffening torpor of letting go,
embracing inevitability.

Elf/2.

I blame the mind's eye.

Whenever you try
to think up a plan,
you are superman.

The person at play
may pretend that they
are a great big star.

Much better by far
than the dregs of the day.
The cold and grey.

The trouble with dreaming?
The one you are preening
is nothing like you.

Whatever you do -
never admit
or soon you'll sit
with arms round yourself.

You half elf.


Kiss Me Quick.

I'm late for my appointment.
You're such a disappointment.
Just look at what you're wearing,
but I'm certainly not caring.

What's two and two plus five?
Are you sure you're alive?
I do believe you smell!
I'm convinced you won't excel.

Come here or I'll be late.
I've got so much on my plate
that I've no time for this.
Quickly! Give me kiss.

No Mans Land

I can see your face
Coming to me from that other place
You'll guide me home
So you can sit and watch me grow

Tell the world it's not the same
We're just paying silly games
Will you sing me a song?
When I am weak, When I am strong

And I have stood in no mans land
With naught but a fearful stand
And taken photographs of the dying and dead
Photographs that won't leave my head
Cos I have stood i no mans land

I have dreamed the dreamers dream
And I have schemed the schemers scheme
Cos the grass is greener over there
In that place where everyone cares
Cos I have stood in no mans land