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Old 23-09-2014, 23:48
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You mean 2015? I hope Labour do but we'll see and its impossible to please everyone, thats for sure. I don't often venture in to the politics forum, if at all - I hear enough politics as it is (lol), there's been wall to wall coverage of it for the last couple of months just about. Its been on the Scottish news for years, maybe since 2012 or so?. It has been very devisive though.

Apparently the 45% who voted 'yes' are now coming together under the 'yes' campaigns new name of 45% or the 45ers or whatever their called. Eh, good luck to them but personally I'd rather everyone united together and worked to try and ensure we get the deal we were promised by the government, regarding extra devolved powers for the Scottish Government. I'm with the Queen on this one, we should come together but there is a bit of a 'them vs us' attitude around. I was seriously worried about the outcome of the referendum last week - I didnt post in that forum but I was very much concerned that the 'yes' vote could have won, not knowing how things would pan out but realising daily life would most definitely change. I couldn't see how it would help us to put up barriers, possibly border controls, set up new currency arrangements yadda yadda...

Oh and if you think the English Defence League (or BNP/UKIP) are bad, what about Britain First? scary with that im off to bed(!).
Nice discussing this subject with someone who doesn't resort to anger! Sleep well.
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Old 24-09-2014, 10:54
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Nice discussing this subject with someone who doesn't resort to anger! Sleep well.
I try not to thanks.
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Old 24-09-2014, 17:49
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Martian Curiosity

Is it lonely up there
Taking pictures of basalts
On Hematite Ridge
Cross geographical faults ?

Say is it boring
Without deoxyribonucleic acid
Or are you contaminated
With the double helix of Bombycid ?

Are you feeling a bit chilly
At minus sixty degrees C
Did they give you a radiator
With a mission control key ?

Have you mined iron oxide
And blunted your drill bit
If Curiosity finds a feline
Can you tell, will you kill it. ?

Do you think you might stay there
Does it depend on the nightlife
If you started to dance
What’s the chances you’d jackknife ?

Bet you’re sick of the food
Always Plutonium 238
Maybe fancy a Pizza
Blow your molecular gross weight ?

So how about the music
Do those dust devils sing
How goes the Martian genre
‘Cosmic Ray Dust Rapping’ ?

Now I’ll wait for the answers
As it takes over six minutes
For messages transmitted
Via satellite digits.
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Old 25-09-2014, 19:20
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Interesting

Interesting as always
always as unusual
unusual as ever
ever as amusing
amusing as laughter
laughter as obvious
obvious as strange
strange as interesting.
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Old 26-09-2014, 09:13
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Musty I was moved by your World War One poem
GOOD MEN OFF TO WAR
Thanks Wizzy Good Men Off To War is marvellous - I like the way it deals with the personal side of conflict and how it affects loved ones.
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Old 26-09-2014, 09:24
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Ophelia, by John Millais

Among the reeds and clutching Dead Man's Fingers
A voice disturbs the quiet riverside;
The presence of Ophelia still lingers,
Though long ago it is now since she died.

She climbed a weeping willow as intended,
But halfway through an absent-minded dream
The branch beneath her broke and she descended,
Then plunged into the unforgiving stream.

The air was strange, the atmosphere forbidden
And as her final moments played out there
A thing of beauty stayed forever hidden;
The way the ripples combed her flowing hair.

The flowers she'd collected for their colour
Remained within her grasp despite the cold,
She faded as the light of day grew duller
But still the pretty bouquet did she hold.

No comforting farewells or tributes were made,
No soul would ever witness what occurred,
She drifted with the finesse of a mermaid
And sank into the depths where nothing stirred.


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Old 26-09-2014, 09:29
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deoxyribonucleic acid
I do like a bit of Martian imagery Nice one BB, but I had trouble pronouncing the above
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Old 26-09-2014, 09:31
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obvious as strange
strange as interesting.
Another Sandy gem - I enjoyed this
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Old 26-09-2014, 09:36
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but where is the connection?
why do I bow down, at the alter of technology?.
I used to spend far too much time on the computer and your poem sums up that feeling up well Izzy. Today, I'm happy to be internet and mobile phone free. I can understand the slavery to technology, as I was part of it for a while. I'm glad I'm out of it now
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Old 26-09-2014, 19:17
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I used to spend far too much time on the computer and your poem sums up that feeling up well Izzy. Today, I'm happy to be internet and mobile phone free. I can understand the slavery to technology, as I was part of it for a while. I'm glad I'm out of it now
I get very lonely sometimes, though I seem to try to convince myself that I somehow prefer things this was but I'm not entirely convinced.
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Old 26-09-2014, 19:27
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Interesting

Interesting as always
always as unusual
unusual as ever
ever as amusing
amusing as laughter
laughter as obvious
obvious as strange
strange as interesting.
This poem is utterly clever! So thought provoking yet so few words. Thanks for sharing.

Thanks Wizzy Good Men Off To War is marvellous - I like the way it deals with the personal side of conflict and how it affects loved ones.
Thanks musty, it is one of my favourites that I've written about the First World War.

Ophelia, by John Millais

Among the reeds and clutching Dead Man's Fingers
A voice disturbs the quiet riverside;
The presence of Ophelia still lingers,
Though long ago it is now since she died.

She climbed a weeping willow as intended,
But halfway through an absent-minded dream
The branch beneath her broke and she descended,
Then plunged into the unforgiving stream.

The air was strange, the atmosphere forbidden
And as her final moments played out there
A thing of beauty stayed forever hidden;
The way the ripples combed her flowing hair.

The flowers she'd collected for their colour
Remained within her grasp despite the cold,
She faded as the light of day grew duller
But still the pretty bouquet did she hold.

No comforting farewells or tributes were made,
No soul would ever witness what occurred,
She drifted with the finesse of a mermaid
And sank into the depths where nothing stirred.


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Terrific read musty. I loved it.

I used to spend far too much time on the computer and your poem sums up that feeling up well Izzy. Today, I'm happy to be internet and mobile phone free. I can understand the slavery to technology, as I was part of it for a while. I'm glad I'm out of it now
I'm the opposite - I love the internet but I'm very limited as to how far and where I venture into it!
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Old 26-09-2014, 19:35
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THE JOURNEY TO BEYOND

It is the time. The time for prayer.
And I kneel beside my bed.
There's an ominous chill in the air,
There is something my mind will dread.
I hold The Bible tight to my chest,
To protect me from some harm,
A storm is oncoming, a worthy test
To convince me things are calm.

"Oh Father, protect me from fear ,"
I say in a whispered voice.
I only want God to hear
And to let my soul rejoice.
For the storm is getting near now,
The blackened sky is grim,
I need to call, but I don't know how,
To get a message to him.

A message of hope, as I cower
Beneath my familiar nest
But suddenly a tall dark tower
Appears, and I feel I'm no longer blessed.
That tower brings the moonlight,
It also brings my doom,
When everything darkens that once was bright,
In this uninviting room.

I feel a chill within my head,
And I scream with so much pain,
I fall down fast upon the bed,
And spirits begin to reign.
For all about me are the souls of the good
That were called before their time,
I'd run away, if only I could
From this scenario so sublime.

The tower is the reaper,
Who preys on the insecure,
The darkness is getting deeper,
It seems different from before.
I suddenly stand against a light,
With arms stretched open wide,
I bring an end to this eternal night,
And my thoughts I try to hide.

I am taken on an escapade
A journey way beyond,
I visit places the Lord had made,
I want to flee, abscond.
But my journey takes me to the place
Where I can visit those who've died.
I see an angel with a smiling face
A face that once had cried.

For all about are the ones I love
That have passed on from earth below,
They're in the world, way up above,
The place we long to go.
A beautiful light shines around my worth
I capture my spirits soul,
I witness the existence, and see the birth
In an overflowing bowl.

The pain that strikes upon my brow
Penetrates my being.
I start to wonder, exactly how
Or why or what I'm seeing.
For the bowl is overflowing fast,
The images start to fade.
This night will not much longer last,
The reaper I'll persuade.

That I am not yet ready for death
I don't want to go to sleep.
I breathe a cold and mighty breath
And I fall down in a heap.
The darkness has receded in my heart,
The bible still I hold,
The reaper swiftly does depart
And I am scared and cold.

I try to comprehend the fear
Of all that I have seen.
I wipe away a lonely tear
And wonder where I've been.
I pray to God, and say amen,
Then climb safely into bed,
I don't want that to happen again,
It plays havoc with my head.

(c)
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Old 26-09-2014, 19:37
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Martian Curiosity

Is it lonely up there
Taking pictures of basalts
On Hematite Ridge
Cross geographical faults ?

Say is it boring
Without deoxyribonucleic acid
Or are you contaminated
With the double helix of Bombycid ?

Are you feeling a bit chilly
At minus sixty degrees C
Did they give you a radiator
With a mission control key ?

Have you mined iron oxide
And blunted your drill bit
If Curiosity finds a feline
Can you tell, will you kill it. ?

Do you think you might stay there
Does it depend on the nightlife
If you started to dance
What’s the chances you’d jackknife ?

Bet you’re sick of the food
Always Plutonium 238
Maybe fancy a Pizza
Blow your molecular gross weight ?

So how about the music
Do those dust devils sing
How goes the Martian genre
‘Cosmic Ray Dust Rapping’ ?

Now I’ll wait for the answers
As it takes over six minutes
For messages transmitted
Via satellite digits.
Thanks for sharing. This poem was enjoyable and brilliant at the same time!
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Old 26-09-2014, 19:38
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Sandydune's poem is very thought provoking - very clever
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Old 26-09-2014, 20:16
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Originally Posted by mr. mustard
Another Sandy gem - I enjoyed this
Thanks Musty

I always enjoy your poetry also
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Old 26-09-2014, 20:19
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Originally Posted by wizzywick
This poem is utterly clever! So thought provoking yet so few words. Thanks for sharing.


Thanks wizzywick
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Old 26-09-2014, 20:32
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Originally Posted by IzzyS
Sandydune's poem is very thought provoking - very clever
Thanks Izzy Your poems are just as thought provoking, with questions and answers that follow. Sometimes I find words that mean something to me, like most people do and that's a moment.
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Old 26-09-2014, 20:37
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Thanks Izzy Your poems are just as thought provoking, with questions and answers that follow. Sometimes I find words that mean something to me, like most people do and that's a moment.
You make me want to try and be a bit more creative and experimental with writing styles

Yes, thats definitely a good moment.
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Old 26-09-2014, 20:56
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You make me want to try and be a bit more creative and experimental with writing styles
I'm no expert but I do what I can to help, have you looked at genres?
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Old 26-09-2014, 23:02
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I'm no expert but I do what I can to help, have you looked at genres?
Yes I ought to try and cover different topics. I probably ought to try different things really, if I can concentrate good enough and not get distracted, to do it.
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Old 26-09-2014, 23:26
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Yes I ought to try and cover different topics. I probably ought to try different things really, if I can concentrate good enough and not get distracted, to do it.
Every day is a distraction but would we have it any other way?
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Old 26-09-2014, 23:31
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Every day is a distraction but would we have it any other way?
Sorry, did you say something? *doh* (just kidding )
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Old 27-09-2014, 13:54
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It Hurts.

No one can explain
the sensation of pain.
A touch of healing -
a lovely feeling.

No one can deny
it's better to try
to hope for the best,
for all the rest.

It pains me to say
I look away
when I see our bad
incredibly sad.

And then there's the waste.
Our world defaced.
Man to be known
as who killed his own.
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Old 27-09-2014, 15:58
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Gently

Sauntering by
on a hazy day
looking all around
stood a lowly man
amongst a crowd
feeling all at bay
there you go gently
said the nightingale
bless you, sneezes away
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Old 27-09-2014, 16:10
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On the Allotment in Late September

Peaceful, bar a scattering of chattering birds,
I stand with summer at my back, penknife in hand
To slice the slack knots of twine neatly tied in spring,
Dropping curls of string onto leaves of yellow-green.
The unwieldy wheelbarrow awaits the remains
As I strip runner beans back to their bamboo bones.
Timeless time, so contentedly spent, my head bent
In concentration. And yet, the spare autumn air
Nurses wisps of wistfulness: a season passing.
But here on the sun-bleached bench lie pods like knuckles,
Knobbly, and fat with beans mottled purple and black.
The promise of life curled inside each sturdy seed
Reminds me that nature’s cycle spins silently
As the jackdaws caw in quarrelsome harmony.
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