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Is Poetry a Dead Art? (Part 4)
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sandydune
12-06-2013
Originally Posted by Biz:
“ that doesn't mean I'd excuse it.”

Of course, it's very wrong.
Noe Soap
12-06-2013
The Old Fisherman

The fisherman had a fervent wish
one day he’d hook that ”big fish.”
At last one soaring hot day at sea
this tug which could uproot a tree
jarred his tiny boat, a skiff, which
shook then took off like a Lear jet.
Sheer natural reflex held him fast
to his dear weathered tiller or this
so awesome moment had been his
last in forty and more years before
the mast, his craft not upset nor the
marlin he had awaited his own killer.

The old man set for home fish abutted,
he fought off fatigue, dark and sharks,
drifts to Morphean realms finally sleeps.
Now starts in sunbright day then weeps,
hope and fisherman well and truly gutted.

Then the drachma dropped for writer
me, this poem is little more than bare
disguise for another guy’s originality,
rip-off (how you say to plague all eyes)
of Hemingway’s “Old man AndThe Sea.”
mr. mustard
12-06-2013
Originally Posted by Noe Soap:
“rip-off (how you say to plague all eyes)
of Hemingway’s “Old man AndThe Sea.””

The Old Man And The Sea came to me about a third of the way through, so the last lines were satisfying for me Frank This ironic tale of plagiarism was still an entertaining read, as ever with your poems
archiver
12-06-2013
Life and Lies.

Life survives on damp rocks.
Spreads out to fill your socks.
Rides around on comet tails.
Soon becomes that which prevails.

Something we should all twig:
The universe is so big
that nothing can be said for all.
To do so is the height of gall.

And info travels very slow.
Takes a thousand years to go
a hundredth of the way across
The Milky Way. No god is cross.

There's billions of galaxies.
More galaxies than fallacies.
All trillions of miles apart.
No poetry is lost art.

We did not strive to utter lies
beneath these vast and starry skies.
mr. mustard
12-06-2013
Originally Posted by archiver:
“We did not strive to utter lies
beneath these vast and starry skies.”

Superb and cosmic as always Archiver You constantly see the big picture, beyond this island Earth. Meanwhile, there's me looking in a bag of liquorice allsorts I do like to be taken off for a quick journey around the galaxies
mr. mustard
12-06-2013
Originally Posted by Biz:
“Not everyone has a sense of humour I find.”

Tsk, if you can't laugh at Don Tobleronie, you can't laugh at anything Biz
archiver
12-06-2013
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“Superb and cosmic as always Archiver You constantly see the big picture, beyond this island Earth. Meanwhile, there's me looking in a bag of liquorice allsorts I do like to be taken off for a quick journey around the galaxies ”

Thanks again Musty. I quite like the couplet you chose to quote. Wouldn't have thought of it if I hadn't written the preceding part. I love it when that happens and I'm sure you know it too.

Loved your Ophelia one recently especially.
Biz
13-06-2013
I saw this and thought of you Sandy:- http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/magazine-22853432

Sorry this isn't poetry Musty,
But the information isn't so dusty. cringe

'Morning Frank and Archiver. Good to see you - will read your contributions later.
mr. mustard
13-06-2013
Originally Posted by archiver:
“Thanks again Musty. I quite like the couplet you chose to quote. Wouldn't have thought of it if I hadn't written the preceding part. I love it when that happens and I'm sure you know it too. ”

Oh yeah, one of the great things about writing poetry is how one thing leads on to another. I find the process totally absorbing even though I don't fully understand it. It's like finding hidden keys to unlock treasure chests. Often it feels magical when the key turns and lets you in By the way, I quoted those lines because they're so bloody good

I'm glad you liked Ophelia, thanks Archiver
mr. mustard
13-06-2013
Originally Posted by Biz:
“Sorry this isn't poetry Musty,
But the information isn't so dusty. cringe”

That's alright Biz - it's a worrying development and the relentless march of technology is one of my dislikes as you know.
mr. mustard
13-06-2013
It's nice to take a break from prehistory - the Avebury poems are more or less complete and it's just a matter of transferring them from notebook to computer. The easy bit really This has freed me up to get some new material done at last. Clapham Chancers and the tale of Everton Mint are just the beginning - I have three more on the way which should be posted over the next few days The team here have made sure Part 4 has hit the ground running, which is very satisfying
sandydune
13-06-2013
Originally Posted by Biz:
“I saw this and thought of you Sandy:- http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/magazine-22853432
”

Oh dear
Biz
13-06-2013
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“I have three more on the way which should be posted over the next few days ”

We'll be looking out for them.

Originally Posted by sandydune:
“Oh dear”

Just keep calm and carry on Sandy.
sandydune
14-06-2013
Originally Posted by Biz:
“
Just keep calm and carry on Sandy. ”

Carry on, keep on moving, don't stop.
Biz
15-06-2013
The time has come
The walrus said,
To contribute to
The poetry thread.
mr. mustard
15-06-2013
'Walrus, my son'
The carpenter claimed,
'The poem's done
But not yet named.'

I'm working on it though Biz
Biz
15-06-2013
\0/ \0/ \0/ Thought so, just thought I'd fill in while you worked.
mr. mustard
15-06-2013
First Man

Thirty million years or more,
That's how long ago
First man gave his savage roar,
Half-ape, crouching low.

First man lingered on amid
Monkey groups, one chance
Somehow hatched a hominid
Able to advance.

Lifted up two arms, at last
He had seen the light,
Four legs banished to the past,
Now he stood upright.

First female stood by his side,
First female his mate,
Nobody was there to guide,
Lead or educate.

Freezing in the cold and dark,
Warmth was their great aim,
Rubbed some sticks until a spark
Lit the vital flame.

Painted cavern walls reveal
Seeds of early art,
Sunsets must have made them feel
Hope within the heart.

If not Adam or sweet Eve
What on earth was this?
Something sacred I believe:
Our own genesis.


©
 
mr. mustard
15-06-2013
Originally Posted by Biz:
“\0/ \0/ \0/ Thought so, just thought I'd fill in while you worked. ”

Thanks for that - First Man's an oldie I've just polished up a bit Biz The new poem I'm working on's a bit of an epic, so it's taking a while
Biz
15-06-2013
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“First Man

©”

Wow! That was quicker than expected.

Good introduction to our beginnings for children. I think it would be great in primary schools, but there's no reason why parents can't do their bit too.
mr. mustard
15-06-2013
Originally Posted by Biz:
“I think it would be great in primary schools, but there's no reason why parents can't do their bit too. ”

Thanks Biz The poem could upset some religious believers I guess. It's not meant as a statement of fact though - I don't think we'll ever know all the answers.
sandydune
15-06-2013
Comfy Time

Tiger the cute dog loved to roam
with small paws, his little yap,
meeting friends on the way
he'd stop and have a sniff
of oh some tasty treats
wafting from the stall
Tiger, tiger said the man
who sat upon the bench
talking words, making sense
he talked of many, then of few
Tiger tiger it's time to go
running, turning as he knew
nap time, hurry my comfy time, overdue.
sandydune
15-06-2013
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“First Man

Painted cavern walls reveal
Seeds of early art,
Sunsets must have made them feel
Hope within the heart.

©
 ”

Lovely verse Musty
mr. mustard
15-06-2013
Originally Posted by sandydune:
“running, turning as he knew
nap time, hurry comfy time overdue.”

Lovely Sandy Funnily enough me and a friend bumped into an old boy she knew today. His elderly dog was with him too, a nice old woofer called Muttley
mr. mustard
15-06-2013
Originally Posted by sandydune:
“Lovely verse Musty”

How strange - I wasn't sure whether to alter that verse Sandy, but if you like it I think I'll keep it the same
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