Does anyone else have sudden flashes of inspiration that disappear as soon as they came to mind? its rather frustrarting. I had two lines in mind and just remembered but I've forgotten what they were(!) I'd almost rather not remember I had it, than remember and realise I've forgotten it *le sigh* (I know, hard life eh(?)).

I wrote this after a frustrating shift at work

Guilt of the Mind

Why do you put me down so?
I can’t help but question
as shame rises through me -
another hectic day,
too many noises,
I can’t be heard ontop of.

Speech frozen still by silence.
I feel the finger pointing at me,
still I try not to let it show,
carry on, head high,
its not easy.

Outwardly I act apathetically,
yet sometimes it seeps through,
hottening cheeks,
aching head,
saying time out -
my mouth dries up,
just keep your head down
and all will pass by,
won’t it?.

Inside, condemnation looms,
self judgement swift and severe,
yet whats done is done,
I must allow my mind to settle,
let the guilt float away
and move on -
safe in the knowledge
that all I’ve proven
is that I am indeed human.

How I hate thinking I’ve been a failure,
please mind, stop showing me up -
though I am grateful that
my pen gives me the voice
my mouth does not.

(repeat posting with addition)

Last Chance Saloon

Oh hear ye my ain folk of Scotland, aye land,
of my here gravebound ground wherein I lie
forsooth as I did die in truth, thy loyal savant
William Topaz McGonagall, poet late of these
island’s most northernmost shires am interred
I, midst Greyfriars earth, place of my very birth;
six mordant feet doon in merry Edinburgh toon,
sad fate of we of weak flesh which cruelly expires.
In shade of kirk mine buried bones must ere lurk,
yet been just stirred by word, my spirit’s ear has
erstwhile heard, from dear departed John Brown,
great Queen Victoria’s man of such good renown,
until the servant much missed by the head which
bore the crown, passed his way to an eternal rest.
His peace a new perturbation has much disturbed
a notion that is sae absurd, and ruination of a nation.

Oh I foresee an impending disaster och aye more
deleterious e'een than that on much remembered
River Tay sae serious calamitous terrible and wet
that none surely is ever on this island likely to forget.
In death I McGonagall say to you that is au courant
living in Scotland ye shy awa, yeh fie, a day not so
very far away. Do not yield Britannia's bold shield.
.........
Frank.

Good grief Frank, that is fantastic !

I am very worried and deeply disappointed that the Scots feel that the UK isn't a very good thing to be part of. I believe the UK is utterly wonderful and it saddens me, though I do understand that the democratic process has to take priority, that just 5m people are about to decide the fate of a country containing 60m. That actually seems perverse and wrong, but I hope, really hope, that come Friday morning we learn that the UK is to remain intact.

However, I feel our country will never be the same again, regardless of the vote.

Watching the current Channel 4 show, it concerns me the chance that the 'yes' vote might win - it seems very, very close - too close to call, as keeps being said in the media. I also want the UK kept intact and im Scottish. I will most certainly be casting my vote tomorrow morning!.

Yes, it was indeed a superb and heartfelt read. Oh, Scotland, please don't go.

OH SCOTLAND, PLEASE DON'T GO

In the depth of the mist across Loch Ness
Are banners and voices shouting yes.
In Edinburgh as the lone piper does blow
Are melancholic echoes exclaiming no.
The United Kingdom is falling apart,
There's a passion of pride in each Scotsman's heart.
They are going to decide the fate of our land,
The destiny of all lies in their political hand.
It's not about England, or the hatred of Tory's,
It's about our heritage, our legends, our stories.
As I wipe away a solemnly sad tear,
This could end up being the ,most turbulent year.
Together we stand, four nations of pride,
That leaves you with warmth growing deep inside.
Tomorrow you make a big decision and so,
Oh Scotland, please don't go.

Just a quick poem I just this minute wrote. It is sincere and heartfelt because I like the Union. Good Luck Scotland.

Brilliant Wizzy, my Grandad was Scottish and of the Colquhoun Clan.

Good Luck from myself too

Thanks for reading my parody wizzyw and nice quick verse from you
thanks bellyb too. Frank

Wow - every time I pop in there's so much to read It's very heartening and as ever, if i can't read everything today, I'll try to next time

World War I Chess

The pawns were given orders to go over,
The game proceeded with a bugle's cry,
Yet leaders hadn't reckoned
It only took a second
To wander into no man's land and die.

The knights were in their saddles when the next move
Was cancelled by a shell out of the blue,
Although their guns were loaded
When everything exploded
A crater swallowed knights and horses too.

The Bishops tried in vain to help the dying,
Encouraging the wounded to beseech
A promised land that mattered
But when morale is shattered
Then even Bishops question what they preach.

Far from the bloody game inside a castle
A King and Queen showed little real concern,
The chessboard gave them cover
And while some would recover
So many pieces never did return.


©

The above poem was posted in honour of the Scots who once fought alongside the English. I hope the United Kingdom survives tomorrow

I once wrote a poem about John Christie the serial killer. I was never happy with the finished version, but two lines in particular I always liked. They concerned his arrest:

'They found him over Putney way
All glassy-eyed and staring'

I recently went back to the poem to improve and complete it. The sad death of Richard Attenborough, who played Christie in a film, reminded me of the piece. I tend to write down most of my material, so very little has escaped me in the way you describe Izzy

I can associate with this big-time! Don't let the b*stards grind you down Izzy

My ancestors are Scottish Wizzy - they come from near the River Moray. Scotland feels like home to so many English people. I think the vote will go our way - I reckon a lot of the undecideds are no-voters

What beautiful lines these are

Hi Mrs T

Those are great lines. I write down some of my material too - the issue is if I think of something while on one of my half hour walks in town (or in the nearby countryside), or if I'm, say, washing my hair or using the bathroom - times like that I can't always necessarily write it down. I don't carry pen and paper with me everywhere.

I've had that problem too In that situation I just keep repeating lines over and over again in my head till I get home

Thats easier said than done. This has been one heck of a stressful week and not just because of the referendum and work - I was up at 2:30am restless - prickly skin etc.

I hope so but im not sure. There's a lot of strong feeling - on the Channel 4 show last night, all the polls showed the yes campaign were winning and the audience were very much pro-yes, with people booing etc. towards the minority of no voters who were spoken to. The intimidation is a worrying undercurrent. I saw on twitter a tweet from someone showing graffiti at a polling station, threatening people must vote yes(!) thankfully I saw no such thing at my polling station (yes, I have cast my vote!).

That's why I think many no voters haven't been evident, not even on polls. I think a silent majority are waiting in the wings

I'm off now, speak soon Izzy

That could be - lets hope. Ok, take care. Thanks for sharing your latest poem.

Defect Detective.

I planned to go far,
but the state of my car
says I'm going nowhere.
I could save up the fare.

I hear the drumming.
Believers are coming.
Their symbol of faith:
The Holy Wraith.

Somewhere there's a place
(it's hopefully Ace)
where everyone's grounded,
but often astounded
by life and the rain.
They rarely complain
about what's on TV.
Maybe they're free.

So far from perfection.
Love an erection?
More to it than sex?
Survival defects?

John I thought you'd left us

Great poem dude, I've missed your unique style