Anyone write poetry?
Anyone write poetry?Here is one of mine, first published in 2000.
RECIPE FOR A POEM Weigh a few words of two or more Add breaking lines to tease Stir in a message or metaphor Plus a rhythm that rhymes with ease Bake with mental expressions galore Then serve with a blending to please.
Re: Anyone write poetry?Weeelll.... a bit!
I actually won a prize on another forum with this one! It was a Springtime thing and makes references to other forum members! Admitedly under the influence of gin, And no idea who's going to win:- Spring’s upon us with all its riches, A young dog’s fancy turns to bitches. Border flowers all in bloom, Great weather for a witch with broom! Cold cider in a sunny glade, Could be something Bodger’s made. My apple wine and Gareth’s mead, Fulfills part of springtime’s need. Lots of work for them who’s able, Fresh spring fare upon the table Hedgerow fruit for making wine, Could be for a little moonshine! Conduct ourselves with springtime decorum, And still frequent our favourite forum. Bazzer still at the bar inclined to moan, Even when fledglings have flown. So let’s think of better weather, As one voice all together, With lurcher, patterdale and plummer, Bark along into a good summer! I'd like to live as a poor man with lots of money.
- Pablo Picasso
Re: Anyone write poetry?Well done Mallard, I like it.
Re: Anyone write poetry?I love poetry
My favorite book is a book of poems i bought my wife for valentines day years back. I dont think she has ever read it Nice poem mallard I LOVE MY (the kids) CHOOKS!!!!!!
Re: Anyone write poetry?I've been writing poetry on and off for a while. I go through phases with it, either writing a lot or not at all!
It's mostly on this website - http://members.tripod.com/pagan_writes/ If you lend someone £20 and never see them again, it was probably £20 well spent...
Re: Anyone write poetry?
Ahhh, Merry Meet and a good Beltane! I'd like to live as a poor man with lots of money.
- Pablo Picasso
Re: Anyone write poetry?Hi Blackie_fen,
Thanks for the link, but I could not find any poetry on the site. Maybe it’s only for members and unless I intend to use a site a lot, I don’t join. Another one of mine. This type of poem is called a Ballade; it came into being in the sixteenth century and took over from the Ballad which could have over 100 stanzas. This poem has a strict rhyming scheme and can have 9, 10 or 11 syllables per line. When I was in the army I wished to join the paratroopers, but failed my medical as I had a heart murmur. WHERE WARM THERMALS FLOW Down in the hollow that’s known as The Dell The Ash and the Oak are blooming in spring. Forest floor painted with nature’s bluebell While high in the branches birds nest and sing. Out of the nest there peeks a small fledgling Not ready for flight though craving to go, With wings open wide in blue skies soaring To be in the air where warm thermals flow. On terra firma where man has to dwell Stands a young boy, who’s hoping and wishing, To fly on high with a sleek Philomel That’s turning and soaring, dipping and gliding. Facing the sky where soft winds are whispering He gazes in awe with his face all-aglow, Feet rooted in clay eternally longing To be in the air where warm thermals flow. Descending through clouds he spinningly fell The wind rushes past him loudly screaming, With joy in his heart he lets out a yell Plummeting downwards no longer dreaming. Akin to an albatross gliding on wing, Beneath a white canopy he swings to and fro, Drifting to earth he’s no longer speeding To be in the air where warm thermals flow. Like dandelions’ seeds, he’s parachuting Floating on up-draughts above earth below, Ambition at last blossomed this morning To be in the air where warm thermals flow. Authors note: Philomel is an old English word for a Nightingale.
Re: Anyone write poetry?Hi Silky,
Not sure what the problem was there - no membership is required. It might just be that you didn't get as far as the 'pagan writings' link where all the written stuff is. But as a couple of examples: Squirrel Squirrel twitches; His whiskers aquiver with the scent of morning He watches the world come to life. Squirrel bounces; Hand over tail, from branch to branch Chasing the sunbeams as a cat chases leaves. Squirrel scampers; From the top to the base of the old Cherry's trunk Chittering his battle cry to the wind. Squirrel dances; In loops, twirls and circles he covers the ground A dervish, battling the ghosts of Winter. Squirrel tires; His energy capped by the cold of the air He crosses the grass in low leaps to the house. Squirrel settles; Pulling his tail in under the thatch He cleans his ears and dozes in comfort. Her Seasons Spring had bought her as a bud Tender, green, untried, untested, Lain in a crib, catkin-soft And given her first taste of rain. Grass under chubby feet was wet to touch Small fingers plucked at crocus flowers Wide eyes watched as snowflakes fell - The sun was dappled then. Summer bought her as a rose Stretching, growing, climbing, bright, Lain in a bower 'neath shade-giving trees, Her softness guarded and prized. Earth under dancing feet was warm to touch Slender hands brushed through ripening corn Eager eyes watched butterflies dance overhead, The sun throwing shadows which meant nothing. Autumn bought her as a rosehip Fruitful, ripened, glowing, sweet, Nestled in comfort behind a few softened thorns Nourished by soft summer nights. Leaves under steady feet were fragile, Experienced hands gathered apples and sloes, Knowing eyes saw the fields stripped of the harvest, The sun shone on for young leaving nests. Now winter brings her as a stem Upright, enduring, steadfast, strong, Cushioned on thick swathes of dried heather, A reminder of beauty once easily seen. Paths under slowing feet seem longer, Wrinkled, still-soft hands work steadily, Wise eyes watch for the swelling of buds And the coming of the new sun to open them. Oh - and a happy Beltane to you too Mallard! If you lend someone £20 and never see them again, it was probably £20 well spent...
Re: Anyone write poetry?Two great poems.
At one time I grew rose hips (Dog Rose) for herbal tea and jam, but they overtook the garden after 25 years so I removed them.
Re: Anyone write poetry?i won a compatition and had one of mine published.
i will digg out the book and copy it for you all to enjoy Some friends are like a slinky, boring till you push them down the stairs.
http://mongehamestate.blogspot.com/
Re: Anyone write poetry?GRANDMA’S WAR
On Mondays Attired in Floral pinny, Knotted headscarf, Sleeves rolled to elbows, Grandma prepared for war. Armaments consist of : Dolly tub, Posher, Washboard, Scrubbing brush, Long green bar of Fairy soap. War zone, Steaming hot water Fired by coal Ladled from copper boiler. Woad, In Dolly Blue Bags, Prepared the battleground. Arms aching from mangle turning, Grandma brush back wisps of grey hair With wet forearm. Battle over, Enemy surrendered to the clothesline. Awaiting torture By hot iron on Tuesdays. Monday was always washing day and while doing the washing my grandmother would also make a stew for the evening meal. As well as the stew, she would make a very large bowl of suet which was divided into three. 1) Went into the stew as dumplings. 2) Was mixed with dried fruit and became ‘Spotted Dick’ and 3) was rolled out and spread with jam and rolled back up again and placed in a long round tin to make ‘Jam Rolly Polly’
Re: Anyone write poetry?NO APOLOGY
No, I’m not a hard man But I’ll fight for what is right Using the law and argument With all my strength and might. I also have a sidekick My wife bought me years ago She’s an English Bulldog And she goes wherever I go. The Bulldog is portrayed As a bully and a tyrant But I found her very loving And never ever errant. So I won’t apologize For the tears that ran as I wept. The vet withdrew the needle, Queenie slept and slept and slept.
Re: Anyone write poetry?
Now that does bring back tear jerking memories! I'd like to live as a poor man with lots of money.
- Pablo Picasso
Re: Anyone write poetry?Thank's Mallard, Queenie lived with us for 11 years. I still miss her after 10 years.
Re: Anyone write poetry?I used to write poetry
It brought me great joy and glee then a teacher, who's name I won't mention said' you didn't write this' and put me in detention. So from that day forth, I doubted my skill I'd lost the glee and i'd lost the will So to all you teachers out there Your words can harm, so be aware. That fateful day, a small boy was crushed The poetry in him was forever hushed Now that boy is a man, and he sees the light The name of that teacher was Ruth Knight. this is true, it was me. |
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