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Originally Posted by IzzyS
Funnily enough I saw it shine through my curtains this evening, thats what prompted it *quelle surprise*
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Mais oui!
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Ode To A Pint Of Boddingtons
Oh, honey-hued glass Of Irwell’s finest draught Let me feel your weight in my hand. Fresh, Newly pourn, You take the shape of your vessel And gloriously cover yourself With a soft, foaming crown. My lowering lips penetrate your creamed whiteness And release your bitter-sweet golden flow Between my lips, Into my mouth And down over my tongue. I lay you down. Your head is broken, The glass is stained, Your perfection gone. Never again will I hold your full, pure, untouched form in my hand. Never again will I have that first, forbidden thrill And never again will I taste your pure, hidden love. Until the hand on the pump Fills the glass again. |
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scottie2121, you love your boddingtons
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And gloriously cover yourself
With a soft, foaming crown. ![]() I enjoyed this just as much as when it was first posted
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Another cracking poem musty.
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Celebrations
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The Moon In The Dark of Night
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Love and Fish and Chips
I never shall forget Natasha Callum, Like Helen, an immortal beauty queen, The face that launched a thousand chips in Balham, Which isn't Troy, but you know what I mean. On Friday nights I'd go down to the chippie To worship her, the girl who stole my heart, Natasha wore a lovely shade of lippie And serving fish she made into an art. No words of wisdom ever could have cured me, Had she been out with many other boys? Was it the way she shovelled cod that lured me Or just the contour of her saveloys? To break the ice would need the greatest caution, A chat-up line is awkward when you're near A goddess who is wrapping up a portion And there's a queue behind you that can hear. I wondered if she felt the same desire, For every time I gazed into her eyes She focussed on the chips inside the fryer Or walked away towards the mushroom pies. I hid my admiration, thus ensuring I never heard 'I love you' come from Nat, The only thing she said to me was boring; 'Do you want salt and vinegar with that?' Then I was told by my mate Sidney Perkins Some shocking news about my English rose; Disgruntled with the haddock, plaice and gherkins, She'd swapped them for a job at Rumbelows. Natasha didn't leave me feeling jaded, Although I missed her curves and luscious lips, I ask myself today, now passion's faded Was I in love with her or fish and chips? © |
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I really enjoyed this Izzy - the moon is very inspirational in my opinion. Your poem captured its essence and I liked the optimism you expressed concerning dark winter nights.
I didn't think it was one of my better ones but it was nice to write something.
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Solitude
O solitude you are to me A shelter from the storm, Come solitude, my sanctuary, Reveal your silent form. In younger years I'd seek a glen Or some remote domain To give me what I needed when I could no more remain In crowded halls where every voice Intruded as it yelled; The rural fields became my choice, Where peace and quiet dwelled. To find a tree with cooling shade Through meadows I would roam, Regarding how the sparrows played From my secluded home. Sometimes I'd glimpse a butterfly Who from the world was hid, With no one there to utter why Or question what I did. And as the evening reached its end And daylight slowly fled, I watched an orange sun descend Into a sea of red. My solitude's a lovely cape Of finest velvet cloth To wear whenever I escape Until I take it off. © |
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What Do We Hide? by IzzyS
Do you see me, as I truly am? can I see you, for who you are?. What is real and what is fake, smoke screens, masquerades, facially and embodied representations of whats yearned, imagined, projected, the me I'm encouraged to be, the me I want to be, but what about the genuine me?. Are we all but actors or are we true to ourselves?. Can we ever acknowledge those parts of us, so doubting, so negative, annoyed, frustrated and disappointed, yet also fundamental reminders of our humanity, proof of what we are, 'warts and all' but some hidden more than others, is it weak of us to overlook what is frowned upon?. Is honesty more painful than self censorship? or can we only help improve ourselves by laying all our cards on the table, accept me as I am, is this how it should be? how can we know, who we disclose our innermost thoughts to, perhaps they hide more than we realise? They say you can't judge a book by its cover, yet as people we're programmed to judge one another, as if instinctually, upon first meeting, its a strange world really, isn't it?. So once again I can't help but wonder, what do we hide away - how will we ever know for sure?. |
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What Do We Hide? by IzzyS
Do you see me, as I truly am? can I see you, for who you are?. What is real and what is fake, smoke screens, masquerades, facially and embodied representations of whats yearned, imagined, projected, the me I'm encouraged to be, the me I want to be, but what about the genuine me?. Are we all but actors or are we true to ourselves?. Can we ever acknowledge those parts of us, so doubting, so negative, annoyed, frustrated and disappointed, yet also fundamental reminders of our humanity, proof of what we are, 'warts and all' but some hidden more than others, is it weak of us to overlook what is frowned upon?. Is honesty more painful than self censorship? or can we only help improve ourselves by laying all our cards on the table, accept me as I am, is this how it should be? how can we know, who we disclose our innermost thoughts to, perhaps they hide more than we realise? They say you can't judge a book by its cover, yet as people we're programmed to judge one another, as if instinctually, upon first meeting, its a strange world really, isn't it?. So once again I can't help but wonder, what do we hide away - how will we ever know for sure?. Lovely and measured.Quote:
They say you can't judge a book by its cover, I love those two lines - beautiful, flowing and with a point that gets under the skin.yet as people we're programmed to judge one another, Thank you For some reason it reminded me of an old poem of mine that I'll copy below.
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An old one from me.
Goose Flight What's the use in trying the tried and trusted ways? I could learn to be a waiter I'd wait a thousand years. There's a way to be downhearted and a way to be set free They say that geese fly in formation to the sun. Ooo ...... There must be something I can say to you. But ..... I'm trying my heart here - and Ooo ... There must be something but I'm still not sure .... Sunlight on the Sea. ---------------------------------------- |
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What Do We Hide?
Great write Izzy
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Goose Flight
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Moonsong
This satellite of Earth, this orb we know Brings reassurance with its changing faces, Above and faraway, ever aglow, Conducting tides in their eternal races, Within the dark and restless undertow A shining beacon where an empty space is. The dead Sea of Tranquillity reminds How nothing can exist, from the equator Across a barren landscape different kinds Of scars reveal the impact of each crater, A silent ruined citadel that binds The magic of the plains and makes them greater. O venerated sister of the sun, Beyond our planet so obsessed with winning, When we are dust and all is said and done You'll stay as you were back at the beginning; The luminous exotic silver one, Amid infinity, a goddess spinning. © |
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Oh I like that Izzy!
Lovely and measured.I love those two lines - beautiful, flowing and with a point that gets under the skin. Thank you For some reason it reminded me of an old poem of mine that I'll copy below.Quote:
Maybe it feels safer - as John lennon said, You've Got To Hide Your Love Away.
Great write Izzy ![]() its a shame (if) people feel that way.
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An old one from me.
Goose Flight What's the use in trying the tried and trusted ways? I could learn to be a waiter I'd wait a thousand years. There's a way to be downhearted and a way to be set free They say that geese fly in formation to the sun. Ooo ...... There must be something I can say to you. But ..... I'm trying my heart here - and Ooo ... There must be something but I'm still not sure .... Sunlight on the Sea. ----------------------------------------
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Another enjoyable contribution to the thread Droogie - I like the metaphor of the goose suggesting conformity
![]() It's a bit self aggrandising to explain your own poems .... but just in case you're interested.
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This is a little random but reading about geese in flight, I couldn't help but think of this film - http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0116329/
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Some great pieces of poetry in this thread today. Izzy, your poem touched a nerve with me. I've felt the way you describe in your writing. Musty, where do you store your inspiration? I loved Moonsong, I found it calming. So many different subjects you write about! You must be a library of knowledge. Thank you all for sharing.
Here's one from me. It's something a bit seasonal as we swiftly head towards advent. WHEN DECEMBER COMES When December comes the world shines. Smiles on faces are renewed and glow. Emotions and joy that somehow entwines Moments and magic with glistening snow. Love is strong as the happiness around Gathers hope into the coldest heart. The air is filled with a silent sound That crescendos when Christmas will start This is the end of another long year The time when demons are cast to the night. The days when sorrow is replaced by cheer And darkness is brightened by light. When the saviour’s birth is remembered once more And the message of peace is rife, Embrace to your heart the ones you adore Your husband, your children, your wife. When December comes, the world will freeze But will be warmed by the brightest of star. An ancient story, carried on a magical breeze From Bethlehem afar. As Christmas departs and the calendar turns, Your future will start to look clear. The happy thoughts that your glad heart yearns Wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! (c) 2014 |
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WHEN DECEMBER COMES
Thanks for sharing this Wizzy
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Musty, that's not a poem of mine.