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Here’s a taster of one of the poems on page 11…
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@a certain sadness wrote:
Here’s a taster of one of the poems on page 11…
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fantastico!! stupendous :D/ =D> =D> =D>
Hollywood wants you to write the script for their latest romance
And now Cosy has been given permission to post here, we can expect the real rebels to offer some competition
INDUCTION
Memory is a landscape,
Shaped from a soul or sun and
Wind gathered at an ocean’s eye.
Then see that uncertain sleep
When shoals of thought penetrate bone
And navigate dust towards the risen scope
Of the conscious hour;
Carved and tilled, sown and scaled,
Until the very blood and augury
That birthed us paints us new again.
Yes, as our music and sometime majesty,
Our very word-vision rebels aloud
In neo-utero to the lonely,
Loving eversong of a creator.
Yes, towards all creators.Oct. 2008
A Christmas Carol by William McGonagall. Very apt for this time of year and I challenge anyone to read it out aloud and not smile.
Welcome, sweet Christmas, blest be the morn
That Christ our Saviour was born!
Earth’s Redeemer, to save us from all danger,
And, as the Holy Record tells, born in a manger.Chorus —
Then ring, ring, Christmas bells,
Till your sweet music o’er the kingdom swells,
To warn the people to respect the morn
That Christ their Saviour was born.The snow was on the ground when Christ was born,
And the Virgin Mary His mother felt very forlorn
As she lay in a horse’s stall at a roadside inn,
Till Christ our Saviour was born to free us from sin.Oh! think of the Virgin Mary as she lay
In a lowly stable on a bed of hay,
And angels watching O’er her till Christ was born,
Therefore all the people should respect Christmas morn.The way to respect Christmas time
Is not by drinking whisky or wine,
But to sing praises to God on Christmas morn,
The time that Jesus Christ His Son was born;Whom He sent into the world to save sinners from hell
And by believing in Him in heaven we’ll dwell;
Then blest be the morn that Christ was born,
Who can save us from hell, death, and scorn.Then he warned, and respect the Saviour dear,
And treat with less respect the New Year,
And respect always the blessed morn
That Christ our Saviour was born.For each new morn to the Christian is dear,
As well as the morn of the New Year,
And he thanks God for the light of each new morn.
Especially the morn that Christ was born.Therefore, good people, be warned in time,
And on Christmas morn don’t get drunk with wine
But praise God above on Christmas morn,
Who sent His Son to save us from hell and scorn.There the heavenly babe He lay
In a stall among a lot of hay,
While the Angel Host by Bethlehem
Sang a beautiful and heavenly anthem.Christmas time ought to be held most dear,
Much more so than the New Year,
Because that’s the time that Christ was born,
Therefore respect Christmas morn.And let the rich be kind to the poor,
And think of the hardships they do endure,
Who are neither clothed nor fed,
And Many without a blanket to their bed.Pepperpot, Martin,
Martin, McGonagall (The Tay, the Tay, the silvery Tay/ Flows by Dundee every day) is the Master of Poets who stand above criticism, but this section was for people brave or daft enough to post their own poems. Still, the rules are made to be broken…so go on.
Pepperpot, I enjoy reading poems which make me re-read them a few times. That poem is not to everyone’s taste, but it is to mine. Have you seen this site? http://www.arduity.com/ – it’s worth an exploration. Post away, man.
It’s worth quoting the opening of the site – “Incomprehensible, wilfully obscure, elitist, self-indulgent, self-regarding, hopeless, not ‘proper’ poetry. These are just some of the terms used to describe difficult verse and yet the best of this material is rich, complex and deadly serious. Bothering about difficult poetry means taking a little more time than usual to give attention to the complexities and allowing yourself to be changed (for the better) in the process.”
@jen_jen wrote:
Harsh winter winds blow,
The leaves from the trees float down.
Time to get the rake!Looking back a little over the haiku, that one made me laugh..the creators of haiku would have applauded, form what I gather..haiku’s original meaning was humour, and it was meant to take the mickey out of courtly verse – lol
Oops, sorry about that. I have read a few books on the technical side of poetry and it is rather hard going. I hope nobody minds me saying that? I remember passing grade 5 music theory with an impressive score, but it was rather tedious and took some of the magic and the beauty out of it. I know rules are important, but sometimes it is like a maths puzzle rather than something that can lead to great art. I think that I would rather be a reader of poetry myself. But for others, please carry on writing.
I would like to recite a poem to you,that I wrote about my first wife,sadly she is no longer with us,ive called it
LOVE AT THE TIPit was amongst the broken bottles and cans,where I met my first true love
she was standing in a bin,looking as picturesque as the sky above
I shouted “hey what you looking for”?
she said “well im going out tonight,and im looking for summat decent to wear,cos I don’t want to go out in any old shyte”
I told her I had found a size 10 dress earlier,she looked at me in glee
but you can only have it on one condition and that’s tonight you come out with me
she looked at me dubiously and said “oh I dunno I have got me pride, I tell yer what let me go home try on the dress,maybe that will help me decide”
seeing I had already trusted her I made her promise me to meet me that night outside the flats
when she said yes I was so happy I went away singing down to the river to shoot me some ratswhen I met her that night she was looking ever so elegant wearing her dress
that I had found it that morning nobody would ever guess
well we were going out steady now,and we used to root in the skips together
but one day we had an argument over some lead
she told me never to see her again ever
I was broken hearted as I carried my scrap home that night
to me the girl meant everything
if she didn’t take me back
life wasn’t simply worth livingsummer was drifting slowly into autumn
and I spotted her looking for mushrooms in the park
I pleaded with her to go back with me
she said “oh I dunno er ok then mark”
well weve been married now 3 years
and on our anniversary days we visit different tips
and we take our little son along to let him root round in the skips
and as my and the wife hold hands in the beatwaste together
what I really hope my son will find
is one day when he becomes older
he will find a beautiful tip girl
like I found mine
………..THE UGLY SIDE OF CHRISTMAS…………It is near to the end of the year, its almost here the Christmas cheer. Bought to us by the lord above, a time for families and friends to enjoy and have fun. But for some its bad and for some its sad, the homeless kid alone on the street, begging for cash needing to eat. “Sir, can you spare some change please?” as he struggles to fight the winters freeze. I drop him a quid and he says “thanks”, sleeping in doorways, visiting food banks. No Christmas joy, no playstation toy, just a young vulnerable little boy. No turkey, no tinsel, no trees, he is not lucky as you and me. I carry on fast, shivering from the icy blast, past a pub, people inside drinking their beer, eating their grub, normal to us, Christmas joy, I am thinking of the vulnerable little boy. Shouting and swearing, what a thing to greet, two drunken men fighting in the street, people look, people stare, people walk past they don’t care. Surely this isn’t Christmas joy I think? just two men, too much to drink. Im nearly home to my family and im deep into myself, love, shelter, warmth and food on the shelf. Lots of cards and presents under the tree, im lucky. When we are all having our Christmas joy, Lets all think of thousands more like that vulnerable little boy.
Indeed Welshy , great words and food for thought
in this mad , crazy , insular , selfish world.If all the good people could do one nice thing to help
the many less fortunate the world would instantly be
a much better and happier place for all. The little things
that people do to help may seem small , almost insignificant
but for those who it brings a tiny glimmer of hope or happiness
to then it all becomes so very meaningful.
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