Wouldn't it be interesting to find the same pebble in a different place, just a little more shaped round the edges each time?

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Have you seen birds in flight, it's amazing. the other day I saw two pigeons and each was taking turns to show their moves The gliding as everyone walked about unaware of such artistry.

Yes, they're marvellous creatures We get a lot of collared doves around here, they're beautiful.

Tomorrow I'm off to Canterbury to visit Twass and Mrs Teapot, who are friends of this thread in Chatter

I'll be back on Friday to resume work on the book and posting here. I need a break and I'm looking forward to seeing the historic city again

Bye for now folks

I was watching I think it was swifts flying around in the distance the other day - its amazing how they look in big flocks, making such precise moves. I couldn't be quite so choreographed!.

Canterbury sounds nice - enjoy

I just wrote this - stalled at the end so deleted a couple of lines but I think this will do?. I'm feeling a little guilty about not feeling a bit more structured in how I'm spending my time while im off work.

Can You Hear Time Passing?

Listen? can you hear that?
time moves quick -
chances lost forever more,
opportunities no more;
make the most of what you've been given,
time is a blessing
we shouldn't take for granted.
Pressure surrounds, disappointment looms,
now I have time yet thats only half the battle,
for what to use it for is the real question?
to move on is to constantly achieve,
set goals and tick boxes,
if nothing is done then has the gift of time been wasted?.
Perhaps I see things wrong,
perhaps this is not the case,
should we feel guilt if we choose to do nothing,
not strive for more but breathe the air,
catch up and recuperate,
let ourselves recover and find a sense of self,
one that had previously been long forgotten.

Canterbury Tales.

The Door


The sky over Canterbury twinkled quite bright, the planets and stars lit up the warm night.
Musty and Potty eyes transfixed up above, admired the universe surrounding all like a glove.
“Tis late” exclaimed Potty, we’d better get in” then came the clatter and massive din!
The large wooden baton on the old cottage door had found Musty’s boot and dropped to the floor
“Was not me” declared Musty as they looked at each other, his faced looked quite sad as she replied “Yes it was! You bad bugger!”

Whilst Twassy was snoring on the floor up above Musty and Potty surveyed the green wood.
Would they be able to hide the devastating scene and sort out the door without being seen?
They fiddled and banged for an hour or more but sadly the baton just fell to the floor!
Their efforts were valiant but the truth had to be told, the door was quite ancient and therefore just old.
The moral of this ditty you surely must must see, if your door is quite ancient then get PVC


With apols for making it up quite quickly...but all true btw

It's all very factual and perfectly true
I'm trying to fix it back on with some glue
Moral is, if you invite friends from DS
Expect them to make a hell of a mess

Good luck with that Twass

What about sticky back plastic?

Great odes by Mrs T & Twass Hi Twass and sorry about the door

As ever, a very thoughtful and well-written poem Izzy One that chimes with my mood at the moment too

One of the delights of meeting up with Mrs T at Twass's place is the lovely garden, so full of peace and quiet. It reminded me of an old poem of mine (see below) which I'm now going to add to the book.

Silence is my Friend

When life seems but a folly,
An ordeal without end,
The pleasing melancholy
Of silence is my friend.

The daydreams I love dearly
And poetry I've penned
Can only happen really
When silence is my friend.

To certain tranquil spaces
I often choose to wend
My way, for in those places
The silence is my friend.

In unknown forest bowers
Where darker branches bend
And shade forgotten flowers
The silence is my friend.

The quiet paths I follow
Protect me and defend;
The secret hidden hollow
Of silence is my friend.

And when I reach that garden
The kindly angels tend
My spirit shall not harden,
For silence is my friend.


©

Thank you


Thats lovely - I can certainly relate to that very nice. I never quite seem to add rhymes to mine, it would be too sort of forced if I did, I think. My mind goes a bit blank in that regard.

Thanks Izzy

One of the benefits of having different writers here is the variety of styles. Both rhyming and non-rhyming material gets aired, which is a strength

It's an idea Izzy


I doubt many people put tranquility and myself together but I do indeed love such, no city bustle for me.

Love the poem you posted.

Your welcome yes, variety is the spice of life!.

Tall Small

Time to stand so tall
if only so small
Time to understand
if only to doubt
Time to walk through
if only to distance

Nice poem Musty

Modem Man

A dissertation upon a situation:
a commentary on the extraordinary obsession
(finger pressing)
with the possession of mobile devices
grasped by groups of humanity engaging in
(finger pushing)
negation of the once vaunted art of conversation
(finger moving)
transmitting communication of banality
a tawdry oblation of inanity
(over and out)

I came up with this last night when going to sleep, I suddenly thought of the first couple of lines and had to put my light on and start writing. The second to last line I'm not too keen on but wanted something to sort of finish up all the rhymes...I don't usually rhyme in mine, so I'm quite impressed with this.

Ignorance by IzzyS

Ignorance is bliss
until it stares you in the face,
ignorance is bliss,
only you know thats not the case.
Through gritted teeth, you say
I’m different and that’s ok
but then why is it so
that somehow I just know
things will stay this way,
moods swing to and fro,
until I mean it when I say,
I’m happy with who and what I am,
I’ve made peace, I’m no fraud or sham,
and that’s the way its going to stay.
Last edited by IzzyS : 04-08-2014 at 09:52

Thanks all

Another great poem in the 'unique' Sandy style - I've experimented with it a few times myself

I agree so much Frank! I'm mobile phone-less and internet-less - I wouldn't have it any other way now. The obsession with and reliance on technology in this country is creepy in the extreme