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Is Poetry a Dead Art? (Part 4)
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mr. mustard
18-11-2014
In awe of Jupiter

Jupiter
Jupiter
None can destroy
Or deflate
Space's great
Bringer of joy.

Stormy mass
Made of gas,
Seen as the One
In a robe
Zeus's globe,
Fifth from the Sun.

With a spot
Wild and hot,
Vortex of dread
To the last
Whirling fast,
Jovian red.

Belts of light
Shining bright
Vast is the core,
Jupiter
Jupiter
I am in awe.


©
mr. mustard
18-11-2014
Originally Posted by wizzywick:
“Musty, where do you store your inspiration?”

I carry it round with me Wizzy

The world/universe is such a fascinating place - I don't think I'll ever run out of topics

I'm glad you liked Moonsong
wizzywick
18-11-2014
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“What a lovely uplifting poem! I'd like to see this re-posted near or on the big day, it'd really suit the mood.

Thanks for sharing this Wizzy ”

Glad you liked it! Yes, I will happily re-post during Advent. But I have a Christmas poem to share for the big day itself!

Jupiter has always been a fascination of mine, well the solar system has. I liked the way you describe it in your poem. Have you ever had a book published Musty, or do you write for pleasure and have files of sixty million poems stored throughout your living room?
mr. mustard
20-11-2014
Originally Posted by wizzywick:
“Have you ever had a book published Musty, or do you write for pleasure and have files of sixty million poems stored throughout your living room? ”

Yes, a slim volume came out on the internet Wizzy. With hindsight I wasn't too happy with it, there were a lot of flaws and it was far too short.

I'm in the final stages of proof-reading my next effort, which will be much bigger and hopefully better. I have over 1000 poems in my file

I shall look forward to your Xmas poem
mr. mustard
20-11-2014
The Old

In cafés contemplating
The past and sipping tea,
Some spend the hours waiting,
Some live beside the sea.

With faces lined by gladness
At photographs they peer,
Remembering in sadness
When relatives were near.

If any neighbour bothers
To chat or share a smile,
The loneliness that hovers
Is held at bay a while.

The time is filled with reading,
As evening looms ahead
They sit on benches feeding
The grateful birds with bread.

Society estranges
And tends to leave them cold,
A world of rapid changes
Forgets about the old.

I watch the sun that sets here,
Now I'm in autumn's spell
And when the winter gets here
Then I'll be old as well.


©
sandydune
21-11-2014
Originally Posted by wizzywick:
“.


WHEN DECEMBER COMES

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Nice poem wizzywick

When December comes

we turn the page.
sandydune
21-11-2014
Finding

Do you remember
I said I would find you
though you were lost
do you remember when
all that time had passed
amongst the many
there walked asleep
as many searched for
something to awake
from dreams of escape
I give you love here
where you are free
as you then can be.
performingmonk
21-11-2014
Separation

Separation
in minds made twin
no resolve
or very little
gives signs of undesirability
with chaotic release
all in the mix
his autocue stutter
her transatlantic drawl
tempter alight
temptress ablaze
nothing worth saving
save for
neon shadows
poster
contemplation
in minds once twin

...that's the first time I've tried to write an actual poem. Does it even work?? xD
scottie2121
22-11-2014
Spring stirs, warming the earth; awakening.
Slumbers break to memories then draw
the mind to new beginnings and loves.
Shoots, slowly unfurling from Fate’s shadow,

reach out to summer’s warmth
while feelings touch back …
cast into the full shine of the season.
And I think of you incautiously.

Trees, gilded by death, close in
and the days contract to Winter’s chill,
then will love be kept at arms’ length?

Though time will bring answers filtered through fears,
be it a burden to bear through Christmastime and into a new year.
scottie2121
22-11-2014
2010

You’re wearing pretty well, my love,
you’re wearing pretty well,
you’re getting near fifty, my love
but who can truly tell?

Your face remains unlined, my dear,
your body’s slim and neat,
your eyes shine bright, as clear as ice,
and you have such pretty feet.

Your mind is sharp and quick and clear,
your intelligence is profound,
your interests span the universe
and your wit and wisdom both astound.

But when you look in the mirror
I wonder what you see.
Do you see the joyful, beautiful woman?

Do you see the same as me?
Ovalteenie
23-11-2014
Nice to see that Tesco has a poet in residence...

Students' popcorn sonnet matched by Tesco chief

View the poems here

I prefer the poem by Tesco
IzzyS
23-11-2014
Possibilities

I want to write
but I do not know what,
to share the world with you
through the written word
but how best to do so?
It can be tricky,
to find the right words
to explain all there is to say.

Perhaps I should cover nature,
wild weather, rural peace, mountain retreats,
adventure and mishaps,
the animal kingdom -
so many glorious aspects exist...
or our own species,
the great and good of our fellow people,
let alone our own turmoil,
joy and sorrow,
evil and compassion,
hope and despair.

Maybe I should touch on friendships,
relationships, mutual companions,
love and hurt,
betrayal and bliss.

What else is there?
in this big wide universe we may be but a speck -
does this make you sad, or excited by the possibility,
of what may be out there?
will we ever know?.

There are so many questions we could ponder,
so many feelings and emotions to be expressed,
so much,
a world of potential, lifetimes of mistakes,
achievements, so much to cover,
where to start? the choice is endless...
pick up your pen, or poise your fingers above your keyboard
and see what comes to mind,
for all the creativity you need can be found,
if you take the time to listen out for it.
mr. mustard
25-11-2014
Originally Posted by sandydune:
“Do you remember
I said I would find you”

A lovely haunting poem Sandy
mr. mustard
25-11-2014
Originally Posted by performingmonk:
“Separation”

I thought the poem worked well PM

I like the succession of images, they made me visualize a glamorous but unhappy couple.
mr. mustard
25-11-2014
Originally Posted by scottie2121:
“Your face remains unlined, my dear,
your body’s slim and neat,”

I really enjoyed this Scottie - it has a Betjemanesque rhythm and tells an interesting story.

The spring poem's good too and written more in your usual style.
mr. mustard
25-11-2014
Originally Posted by IzzyS:
“Possibilities”

Nice one Izzy You pointed out the endless options that are available to anyone writing poetry. One of the strengths of this thread is the sheer range of topics covered.

Nice to see we've hit 80,000 views by the way
mr. mustard
25-11-2014
Apologies for my absence of late - I now only have four poems left to check for the book, one of which is going to be a complete re-write.

It's been a major slog but I'm nearly there
mr. mustard
25-11-2014
Originally Posted by Ovalteenie:
“I prefer the poem by Tesco ”

I wrote a long poem once called Down at the Supermarket, listing all the negative things that can happen in one.

I might re-post it some time Ovalteenie
sandydune
26-11-2014
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“A lovely haunting poem Sandy ”

Thanks Musty, interesting you thought that, wasn't meant to be haunty, more reassuring.
scottie2121
26-11-2014
My Formula 1 Space-Vampire Girl

Who’s accelerated into my life like a Ferrari racing car?
Who’s taking me, lap after lap, to every cocktail bar?
Who’s driving my heart-rate crazy at a million beats an hour?
Who makes me feel ten thousand cc’s thrust of power?
Who is it, in my life, who’s roared into my pole position?
Who do I long to love in a head-on sex collision?
Who drives me madly around the circuit of my life?
Who do I want to make my Penelope Pit-Stop wife?

Oh no, not again,
she’s set my life in a whirl.
Oh no, not again,
she’s my Formula 1 space-vampire girl.

Who’s the one who’s turned my life into an expanding supernova?
Who makes my lust blast off over and over and over?
Who’s taken me from the third, down a worm-hole, to the fourth dimension?
Who’s launched my dreams into space, to a distant constellation?
Who’s boldly taking me to places I’ve never eaten before?
Who’s the Big Bang in my life that I want more and more?
Whose gravity has pulled me into the orbit of her planetary-warp?
Who’s my sweet ’n’ neat Star Bug to my pulsating Red Dwarf?

Oh no, not again,
she’s made my universe expand ‘n‘ curl,
oh no, not again,
she’s my Formula 1 space-vampire girl.

Who longs to bite me deeply and sweetly on my neck?
And who’d make me ever so happy to be a blood-drained undead wreck?
And whose blood-sucking beauty has me completely mesmerised?
And who has the most gorgeous and deeply hypnotic eyes?
Who only comes out at night when the sun has finally set?
Who is the woman I’m delighted and excited that I’ve met?
Who looks every day in the mirror to see she isn’t there?
And whose bed of Llandudno earth do I long to share?

Oh no, not again,
she makes my desire unfurl,
oh no, not again,
she’s my Formula 1 space-vampire girl.

She’s in the centre of my podium,
the premier seat in my Odeon,
my infinity and divinity,
my Neo and Trinity.
She’s Carry on Screaming,
my sweet Fevre Dreaming,
my lust and my fire,
my deepest desire.

Oh yes, again and again,
in the oyster of my life
you are my one true pearl.
Oh yes, again, again, again and again,
you are my Formula 1 space-vampire girl.
Jenzen
27-11-2014
Originally Posted by scottie2121:
“My Formula 1 Space-Vampire Girl

Who’s accelerated into my life like a Ferrari racing car?
Who’s taking me, lap after lap, to every cocktail bar?
Who’s driving my heart-rate crazy at a million beats an hour?
Who makes me feel ten thousand cc’s thrust of power?
Who is it, in my life, who’s roared into my pole position?
Who do I long to love in a head-on sex collision?
Who drives me madly around the circuit of my life?
Who do I want to make my Penelope Pit-Stop wife?

Oh no, not again,
she’s set my life in a whirl.
Oh no, not again,
she’s my Formula 1 space-vampire girl.

Who’s the one who’s turned my life into an expanding supernova?
Who makes my lust blast off over and over and over?
Who’s taken me from the third, down a worm-hole, to the fourth dimension?
Who’s launched my dreams into space, to a distant constellation?
Who’s boldly taking me to places I’ve never eaten before?
Who’s the Big Bang in my life that I want more and more?
Whose gravity has pulled me into the orbit of her planetary-warp?
Who’s my sweet ’n’ neat Star Bug to my pulsating Red Dwarf?

Oh no, not again,
she’s made my universe expand ‘n‘ curl,
oh no, not again,
she’s my Formula 1 space-vampire girl.

Who longs to bite me deeply and sweetly on my neck?
And who’d make me ever so happy to be a blood-drained undead wreck?
And whose blood-sucking beauty has me completely mesmerised?
And who has the most gorgeous and deeply hypnotic eyes?
Who only comes out at night when the sun has finally set?
Who is the woman I’m delighted and excited that I’ve met?
Who looks every day in the mirror to see she isn’t there?
And whose bed of Llandudno earth do I long to share?

Oh no, not again,
she makes my desire unfurl,
oh no, not again,
she’s my Formula 1 space-vampire girl.

She’s in the centre of my podium,
the premier seat in my Odeon,
my infinity and divinity,
my Neo and Trinity.
She’s Carry on Screaming,
my sweet Fevre Dreaming,
my lust and my fire,
my deepest desire.

Oh yes, again and again,
in the oyster of my life
you are my one true pearl.
Oh yes, again, again, again and again,
you are my Formula 1 space-vampire girl.”


That is great, I was more singing that than reading it, would make good lyrics
Lots of talent in this thread.
I do write some poetry myself but its usually short. I love the micropoetry hashtag on twitter
sandydune
29-11-2014
Hey little, hey love

Hey little
strange world
what you doing
all in a haze
upon a tooing but
with some kinda love
comes a release
lighten your load
feel that at ease
so tell me some
as many as please
hey love
strange world.
performingmonk
29-11-2014
Originally Posted by mr. mustard:
“I thought the poem worked well PM

I like the succession of images, they made me visualize a glamorous but unhappy couple.”

Thanks for that! I really like The Old, a lot.
mr. mustard
01-12-2014
Originally Posted by performingmonk:
“I really like The Old, a lot. ”

Cheers PM
mr. mustard
01-12-2014
Originally Posted by scottie2121:
“My Formula 1 Space-Vampire Girl”

Great write Scottie - a new spin on vampirism! I'd like to meet her
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