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Old 19-07-2014, 20:33
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Pebble

Pick a pebble
lost on shore
hold and see
as such beauty
lays as tide
has gathered free
spare a thought
hope you agree

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Old 19-07-2014, 20:36
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Originally Posted by IzzyS
I wrote this while on holiday:-

Hurt be the price of joy by IzzyS
Great words Izzy and I especially love the title

Hurt be the price of joy

then, what is love?
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Old 19-07-2014, 21:33
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Elegy

I walk among faded flowers,
toppled grey headstones,
binding weeds.
A deep faint odour stains my senses.

Each stone marks the final deposit of melting tissue and bones.
Each stone marks a life summed up in a few letters and numbers.
A lost place of pilgrimage,
a source of guilty neglect.

Why put me in a strange place laying with strange people?
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Old 19-07-2014, 21:38
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To Time

The flow, the drag, the rolling away,
The inevitable slippage of coursing to time.
The sting of realisation of hopes that one day
The truth of together will be yours and be mine.
No need to summon wearisome patience,
It readily tugs at the heart of its place,
Through time for trial of desire and conscience,
Full time to trust in lives’ destined pace.
For my love, we’ll walk together in future
And biding our time, we’ll bind love’s desire,
To taste the fruit of dreams that we nurture
And lie in time, in freedom, in passion’s fire.
I’ll wait, my love, though patience oft’ burns,
To fulfil, my love, what matched hearts yearn.
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Old 19-07-2014, 22:18
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Poetry is,
It seems to me,
a way to express
Quite differently
what we feel;
How we sense the World
Its tastes and sounds
As it spins around.
Delights, despairs,
Sweet dreams, nightmares,
Darkness and grey,
Clear skies and salad days.
The good, the bad,
and all that falls between.


Just discovered this thread wandering around DS. Well played, contributors. Had a go myself.
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Old 19-07-2014, 22:43
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Great words Izzy and I especially love the title

Hurt be the price of joy

then, what is love?
I tend to find it hard to decide what title to give my poems, I write them and think of the title last of course but a lot of them seem quite similar to me. I thought that seemed a bit of a maybe slightly punchy title compared to others.

Lol good question - the first thing that comes to mind is love is complicated(!) lol
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Old 20-07-2014, 14:12
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Originally Posted by IzzyS
Lol good question - the first thing that comes to mind is love is complicated(!) lol





Hurt be the price of joy

then, what is love?


love is complicated

because of the answer

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Old 20-07-2014, 14:19
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Originally Posted by Michael_Eve
Poetry is,
It seems to me,
a way to express
Quite differently
what we feel;
How we sense the World
Its tastes and sounds
As it spins around.
Delights, despairs,
Sweet dreams, nightmares,
Darkness and grey,
Clear skies and salad days.
The good, the bad,
and all that falls between.


Just discovered this thread wandering around DS. Well played, contributors. Had a go myself.
Hi Michael, goes to show you can juggle and balance at the same time.
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Old 20-07-2014, 19:48
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Hurt be the price of joy

then, what is love?


love is complicated

because of the answer

*nods*
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Old 21-07-2014, 11:00
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What we Wish For by IzzyS

Have you ever let your imagination
Get the better of you?.
Sometimes optimsm and hope can betray,
further on down the line -
yet they say only bad deeds are punished
but what do they know?.
As time goes on,
Judgements may come quicker,
as if by second nature,
yet wrong turns develop deeper scars ultimately.
Sometimes life throws us a curveball
and what we were once sure of
becomes challenged, questioning our needs,
wants and motives alike -
does what we wish for, what plays out in our mind,
match the reality we're capable of facing?.
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Old 22-07-2014, 00:37
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Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow


I stared at the shelf for an hour
Picking products to use in the shower
Some claimed to wash and condition
While others had herbs for nutrition.

Several contained Aloe Vera
But they were considerably dearer
And what may I ask is Jojoba?
At this rate I'll be here 'til October.

Next to the one claiming hydration
The bottle for me, my salvation
It promised the ultimate shine
Just right for this bald head of mine.
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Old 22-07-2014, 09:23
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Wow, the thread's rocking

I don't think I'll have time to read everything today, but I shall do through the week and comment on each poem.

I've finally copied and pasted nearly every piece into the file for the book. There are 250 poems, give or take a few
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Old 22-07-2014, 09:38
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Quite lovely, reminds me of birdsong Mr Mustard.
Thanks Sandy
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Old 22-07-2014, 09:41
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Wow, the thread's rocking

I don't think I'll have time to read everything today, but I shall do through the week and comment on each poem.

I've finally copied and pasted nearly every piece into the file for the book. There are 250 poems, give or take a few
There's a book?.
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Old 23-07-2014, 21:51
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Originally Posted by IzzyS
*nods*
Hope you didn't fall asleep
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Old 23-07-2014, 21:56
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Originally Posted by mr. mustard
Wow, the thread's rocking

I don't think I'll have time to read everything today, but I shall do through the week and comment on each poem.

I've finally copied and pasted nearly every piece into the file for the book. There are 250 poems, give or take a few
We are carrying on, poeming

That's a lot of poems Musty.
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Old 25-07-2014, 23:55
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A little nonsense now and then, is cherished by the wisest men

Roald Dahl


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Old 26-07-2014, 09:31
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the memories that profound you
Now that's what I call music
Great poem Sandy - I couldn't live without music

that she was his first word.
At least that's what I heard.
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Old 26-07-2014, 09:34
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a little help
from your friends
I heartily agree with your ode Sandy - nice to see a Beatles sentiment echoed too

yet with age comes what makes it all worthwhile,
without the risk of hurt, joy would mean nothing.
A terrrific write Izzy - so many different emotions expressed in one poem
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Old 26-07-2014, 09:37
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Pick a pebble
lost on shore
Nice one Sandy - this reminded of my poem Fossil by the Sea.
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Old 26-07-2014, 09:39
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Why put me in a strange place laying with strange people?
What a haunting piece Scottie. I took this as the tale of a ghost, disturbed by his resting place.

I’ll wait, my love, though patience oft’ burns,
To fulfil, my love, what matched hearts yearn.
A lovely poem, I thoroughly enjoyed the atmosphere of Romanticism.
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Old 26-07-2014, 09:41
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Originally Posted by Menoetius;73838735I
It promised the ultimate shine
Just right for this bald head of mine.
Sadly, I can associate with this Baseball caps are my solution
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Old 26-07-2014, 09:45
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There's a book?.
That's a lot of poems Musty.
I finally finished the massive cut and paste job! Now it's just the job of polishing and completing a couple more poems.

I'm using a Philip Larkin book as a template - that has 152 poems and is fairly substantial. So at 240 (give or take), my tome should be quite a chunky one
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Old 26-07-2014, 09:55
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Fossil by the Sea

The fossil washed up on the shore,
Its strange appearance there I saw,
Down on the beach
I bent to reach,
Investigate and see.

I held it closer and observed
That old survivor, ridged and curved,
At last redeemed
The relic seemed
To turn a distant key.

When brushed away, the cold wet sand
Revealed what I'd picked from the land,
My wonder grew
As seagulls flew,
Sometimes you just feel free.

Time hadn't made its features fade
And pretty little spirals played,
Without a sound
I almost found
The fossil spoke to me

Of endless years and long agos,
Of undulating ebbs and flows
When cells were warmed
And life first formed;
Creation's mystery.


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Old 26-07-2014, 22:41
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Originally Posted by mr. mustard;
Great poem Sandy - I couldn't live without music

Sweet music
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