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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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I wrote this while on holiday:-
Hurt be the price of joy by IzzyS Hurt be the price of joy then, what is love? |
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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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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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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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Great words Izzy and I especially love the title
Hurt be the price of joy then, what is love? Lol good question - the first thing that comes to mind is love is complicated(!) lol
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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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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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![]() Hurt be the price of joy then, what is love? love is complicated because of the answer ![]()
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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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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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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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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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*nods*
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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 ![]() ![]() That's a lot of poems Musty.
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A little nonsense now and then, is cherished by the wisest men
Roald Dahl
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the memories that profound you
Now that's what I call music ![]() |
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a little help
from your friends ![]() Quote:
yet with age comes what makes it all worthwhile,
without the risk of hurt, joy would mean nothing.
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Pick a pebble
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Why put me in a strange place laying with strange people?
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I’ll wait, my love, though patience oft’ burns,
To fulfil, my love, what matched hearts yearn. |
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It promised the ultimate shine
Just right for this bald head of mine. Baseball caps are my solution
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There's a book?.
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That's a lot of poems Musty.
![]() 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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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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Great poem Sandy - I couldn't live without music
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