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Wow
Wow words on words become a problem projectio as some would say as those who live to fight with peace as each and every day long ago as was said words will never hurt me but you seem to bring upon them back somehow to reassert you question why you do as such because you know not why but you are judged by such response as silence then walks on by. |
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Just brilliant, that one.
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This computer's having major problems - I wanted to comment on Frank and Sandy's poems, but it looks unlikely now!
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The Paperman
The Paperman's dimension is a total mystery, It's frozen in suspension far from our reality. His body tends to taper and his hands and feet are points, The man that's made of paper has no skeleton or joints. The Paperman went seeking till he found a gate that led To Earth, which left him freaking out inside his cone-like head. Whenever on a visit to these blue inviting shores He finds the town exquisite and the traffic he adores. Although the noisy bustle of the city brought delight, It made more sense to rustle round suburbia at night. Young children in their slumber are the specimens that suit, I can't assess the number but he's plucked a lot of fruit. He comes for kids who snore there, like a silent trick or treat To get beneath the door there he transfoms into a sheet. The Paperman goes creeping up the stairs soft as a mouse When everyone is sleeping sound inside the chosen house. Skips lighter than a spider down the hall to find his prey, Then lifting up the eiderdown it's time to wrap away. At sisters and their brothers he will grin a grin that chills, To murder them he smothers, paper suffocation kills. Another parent greaves, another infant with no chance And just before he leaves he does an origami dance. So now you've been enlightened, when you hear a rustling sound At night be very frightened, for the Paperman's around. © |
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words will never hurt me I enjoyed this - I wondered if it was inspired by the terrible events in France recently.
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until when understand it's worth
so be sweetness amongst the stars. I often look up at the moon and stars at night. They make you feel really small sometimes
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Earlier today I heard of terrorisms in France
By people with no music or any wish to dance. ![]() Your take on music I agree with 100% - I couldn't live without it. I spent last night listening to albums by All About Eve, The Waterboys and Morrissey. Nice to see a Mozart reference in your poem and a knock at the haters who slaughtered those poor people in France. |
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Hi Sandy
I enjoyed this - I wondered if it was inspired by the terrible events in France recently.
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Lovely Sandy
I often look up at the moon and stars at night. They make you feel really small sometimes ![]() ![]() Something interesting, something to inspire, If the moon and stars were to look at you, what do you think they would say about you? |
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The red ‘O’ in the register,
the empty chair. The pen, the pencil, lying still. The space in the classroom, the gap in the line, the empty peg, and the puzzled looks. “Never before.” “What have you heard?” Rumours whispered in the playground. Then in we troop to take our places. I know there is something wrong – as Miss wipes her eye and speaks in a voice I have never heard before. Silence chokes the air. |
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Here's one I wrote a long time ago.
"Past Imperfect" No one knows what happened to the face I used to see But everyone agrees she must have left us suddenly Abandoned slogans float into the gutter with the rain Which cleans the streets just so they can get littered once again The crumbling stones of once grand buildings holding back the sky Shored up with rusty scaffolding to keep them dignified I heard a muffled scream behind the closed down nightclub stairs I didn’t hang around because I’ve heard what happens there Temptation’s just a glance away through footsteps in the fog I drink my fill and stumble still through some back catalogue A distant voice somewhere behind me told me to beware My footsteps cracked like breaking glass with panic in the air A siren wails for moments lost, for chance left unexplored The screech of tyres racing onwards, goals yet to be scored I swore I saw her smokescreen, felt her beckoning me on Cast last sad glance behind me, feels like that’s where she comes from Recalled the candle of her kiss, the halo of her sighs Now withered and extinguished by the shallow of her eyes Made frantic dash towards her, but she’s shielded by the night My hand reached out to touch her as she vanished from my sight I searched the grounds for hours for a trick, a chance, a clue But I only ever see her when I’m not expecting to Thrown blindfold through a passage where no-one has gone before Past the bones of precious moments left forgotten on the floor Condition of hypnosis where I look the other way Stare spellbound in distraction while she makes her getaway Admit defeat as neon strip-lights click off one by one Another fruitless night is stolen by the rising sun. |
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If words were a melody, what kind of melody would words be?
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If the moon and stars were to look at you, what do you think they would say about you?
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Admit defeat as neon strip-lights click off one by one
Another fruitless night is stolen by the rising sun. Thanks for sharing - welcome to the thread Dan, if you haven't posted before
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The space in the classroom,
the gap in the line, |
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No poem from me today but I'll try to contribute something on Wednesday
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The Alphabet Ruck
A began to rant and curse Without a care for B, Other letters acted worse, Severely bugging C. D was peaceful, you could tell And so became the ref, Which by the way was just as well For E had used an F. G tripped H to make him fall, Provoking I to say 'None of you are capital, Especially J and K.' L made M act angrily Who also disliked N, O required an urgent P But had to Q again. R made faces at the rest And horrid insults flew After S learned T confessed 'I'm sick of seeing U.' V (who wore a great big hat) Tried everything to vex W and in the spat They walloped poor old X. Tired of alphabetic rucks Y thundered off to bed; 'When letters fight it really sucks' Declared a weary Z. © |
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Oh no
The Paperman poem should have been called The Paperman Cometh ![]() We all make mistakes
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It'd depend on the mood of the speaker Sandy, whether calm or angry
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'Who's that insignificant little git?'
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Tried and Tested
There's something quite elusive tried and tested by some few something quite intrusive but how beware of those how misconstrue thank you for such blessings as such give though such truth so with love may that now guide you some as is as such there is in beauty how we see as there has always been. |
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Have you heard
Have you heard the news today lots of fun, laughter on the way Have you heard the news today we are living, a bright new day Have you heard the news today hey pleasant folks, have your say |
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Play Time
With a gush and a whoosh the children push out into the playground, out to play. Like a tumbling stream they pour and scream, splashing their voices high up in the air. Some run, some chase all over the place while some sit quietly with a friend. They whisper and chat of this and that but two sit apart and stare. Their ears only hear the words in the mind that go round and round time after time. – I wish I’d never said what I said, I should have said nothing at all instead. But now it’s too late, we’re no longer friends – A rush of words and friendship ends. And so they sit alone in the noise, just sadness and sorrow among girls and boys. Then the bell is rung and the playtime ends and the silence flows thick between those who were friends. |
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Play Time
I wish I’d never said what I said, I should have said nothing at all instead. |
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Do you wear a hat Musty?
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and the silence flows thick
between those who were friends. This is is another marvellous vignette from schooldays, something I look back on with mixed emotions. Unusual to see a rhyming poem from you and it works really well.
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I enjoyed this - I wondered if it was inspired by the terrible events in France recently.
The Paperman poem should have been called The Paperman Cometh 