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Originally Posted by mr. mustard
God is in the Flowers
God is in the losses Caused by every foe God is in the crosses Where the mourners go God is in the towers And the swords and shields God is in the flowers God is in the fields © |
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Apologies that I am not a great poet, as they are all dead and that this will not reach the standards apparently required:
Poster was the member of that unoriginal clan You know the type who mock, who sneer and put down his fellow man. He feels somehow superior, that he has the right to judge Anonymously typing, commenting for us, his latest grudge. This thread it is responsible for making Poster sad But is really something else or just this poetry that's bad? A solitary quip, he wrote 'All the great poets are dead.' So why not create a poem, a masterpiece of your own instead? Or maybe join a Facebook group to fill one's' hole in one's head?' Perhaps it is preferred to indulge in the culture of Eastenders Surely not, with such a poetry review, one could not be one of those offenders. |
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There was a young (ish) man named archiver
Denuded, like Lady Godiva He rode from the thread, but I hope he's not dead cos he's missed and he owes me a fiver. |
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Slightly a bit mad,
but friendly and ever so nice I am A Zombie. Joined twenty thirteen has less than two thousand posts I am A Zombie. Writing some haiku in the big poetry thread about A Zombie. How many verses can I keep writing this way Don't know – A Zombie I will stop this now while I am so far ahead. I am A Zombie ...
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(For The Finisher)
I have become a bore. Someone who some abhor. I've felt this way before. Familiar this floor. Tomorrow I'll be fine. Every sorrowful decline poses questions of worth. This beautiful Earth. I'd give everything away for one more day posing naked on a horse, but my rhymes are getting worse.
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(For The Finisher)
I have become a bore. Someone who some abhor. I've felt this way before. Familiar this floor. Tomorrow I'll be fine. Every sorrowful decline poses questions of worth. This beautiful Earth. I'd give everything away for one more day posing naked on a horse, but my rhymes are getting worse. ![]() ...
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I think I'm getting into the swing
of this rhyming thing. So you can hear me sing ding-a-ling-a-ling. I'm not taking the piss, so if you see something a-miss then feel free to make a list so I can get the gist. |
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humour is rare these days
let laughter be the latest craze.
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Perhaps it is preferred to indulge in the culture of Eastenders
Surely not, with such a poetry review, one could not be one of those offenders.
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He rode from the thread, but I hope he's not dead
cos he's missed and he owes me a fiver.
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posing naked on a horse,
but my rhymes are getting worse.
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Have you noticed that sometimes, in a garden there can be a shrub that may not grow as expected but you don't give up on that shrub as each year, there is a little improvement until one day, you can't quite believe your eyes at it's pretty flowers and that was down to you, not giving up on that shrub.
I think they should encourage it in prisons - then we could have Wormwood Shrubs ![]() I'll get me coat
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I've written a new poem, but I'll have more time to post it later in the week. I've been spending a lot of time listening to Morrissey's new album and it's rather superb
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Its evident by the posts that all the great poets are dead ![]() The irritating, sorry, individual post formatting lives on I see.
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[quote=anne_666;73720628]Wrong and rude!
I know I have been absent for a while (addressed to the regulars). The unfortunate response about dead poets was silly, the contributors have no claim to be great so there was no point. |
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Originally Posted by mr. mustard
I've written a new poem, but I'll have more time to post it later in the week. I've been spending a lot of time listening to Morrissey's new album and it's rather superb
![]() ![]() Carry on poeming.
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Faerie Sighting
As night-time let the forest rest And frost attached to leaf, I saw a vision that would test The borders of belief: Some fairies stood upon a frond And shone a silver beam, I didn't know how to respond, I thought it was a dream. I heard them whisper 'Here's the place Where Lady Moonlight goes', Then she appeared in pearls and lace, As pretty as a rose. They flew into her open hand, A happy little throng, They danced a jig of gladness and Began to sing a song. I knew not what the lyrics meant But somehow sensed inside A tale of love was being sent, For Lady Moonlight sighed. That forest scene is unsurpassed, The image never fades; A maiden and the tiny cast Who sang her serenades. © |
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Wrong and rude!
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The unfortunate response about dead poets was silly, the contributors have no claim to be great so there was no point.
Indeed - no claims to greatness have ever been made here. We're a modest bunch ![]() |
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Now that's what I call music
the music that moves you the sound that makes you the words that astound you the memories that profound you Now that's what I call music
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Sounds like a film Sandy
![]() ![]() Would be a funny movie.
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Now that's what I call music
the music that moves you the sound that makes you the words that astound you the memories that profound you Now that's what I call music ![]() |
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Faerie Sighting
They flew into her open hand, A happy little throng, They danced a jig of gladness and Began to sing a song. ©
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My youngest great nephew
has done something new and decided to say “mam” before the name of his old man. My niece was delighted, ever so excited that she was his first word. At least that's what I heard. |
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Your Friends
Don't you see that a mixed up world has been strange to some and many people just don't talk about it they walk through the grass keeping silent just because but you find your own way with a little help from your friends |
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I wrote this while on holiday:-
Hurt be the price of joy by IzzyS To whomever this may concern, let me be clear I'm all but sure of what I'm supposed to share. Perhaps the natural beauty that surrounds?, the landscapes, wild and bright, life feels truly alive, or the wonder of music; evoking emotions so strong - Rocking highs and soulful lows alike, hope, desire, disappointment, anger, jealousy and depression - all these play only a small part in the tapestry of life. What about friendships and relationships? The confidence companionship brings, but with confidence comes the risk, that of the hurt which surely follows when the other turns their back, forcing you to forge on, move on, Onwards and upwards, there's always more awaiting you - Wonder, joy, hurt, revelations, every birthday the end comes closer, yet with age comes wisdom - Its the basic things in life we must cling to, for without them, life would be hollow. If the written word can but briefly convey this, then I hope it has opened your eyes, be aware of what is out there, what makes it all worthwhile, without the risk of hurt, joy would mean nothing. |
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