Hope you don't mind too much about me being 4 hours early, but I may be unavailable tomorrow :
For David :
St David is the Patron Saint of Wales
No not the pub down the road selling real ales
March the 1st is a special day
To all true Welshmen even living miles away
For on that day we celebrate 100 years of life
Of David who reigned as Bishop and Archbishop over mortal strife
His last words were in a sermon I did read
" Be joyful keep your faith and creed
Do the little things you have seen me do and heard about, he said
And walk the path our fathers trod, take heed now for I'll soon be dead"
And in March the 1st AD589, Dewi Sant slipped off his mortal coil they say
Which henceforth became known as "St David's Day"
Here we go again!
Another month flown by.
But this one heralds Spring,
Perhaps it will stay dry!
The daylight lasts much longer,
I hate those long dark nights,
We’re at the end of winter’s tunnel
And I can just about see the light!
Is it day or is it night
stuck inside this room so long.
The cold has crept in and gone again
replaced by the moist air of fear.
what dragged you here
to lose yourself in a narcotic haze
sip red wine and kiss sweet lips
chained, deranged, mystified
your imagination drained,
lost in old movies of Fred
and Ginger and Cyd Charisse
Tasting the sweet sugar
of sanctified love
you gave in and sank without trace
never to be the same again.
A Harp string note
Suspended,blurring in a silent tear
A cascade from Heaven
Tinkling,in a lost and lonely ear
A scent swept by on memories
Sweet recall in each bouquet
A sexual taste made sensual
Caught on lips that gently stray
A beautiful blended chorus
Harmonising with sweet touch
From fingers deftly playing
Melodies I love so much
Fantastic Titan....I love your style! Love BA
Nice one Titan good to see you back!
Who can tell where life goes, when it is finished here,
Will your spirit take new form, in some other sphere,
Were all these things I learned, just a waste of time,
Is a poem, still a poem, if it doesn't rhyme?
It does not seem that long a time, from 0 to 63,
Why life passes by, so quickly, is still a mystery,
Is a life more real ,for having dealt with tragedy,
Is a song, still a song, without a melody?
Should I regret the bad, that is also a part of me,
Did I on occasion have the sense, to let things be
Sometimes to be heard, you will have to scream,
Is a life, still a life, when you no longer dream?
Mike - thanks for that poem about St David. I spent most of his day in hospital! The anaesthetist was a fellow Welshman whose family hailed from Brynamman where my mother came from - small world!
Not my best effort, but Ta,
Hope you're o.k. after your trip to Hospital?
There has always been something odd
Not tangible,not really understandable
Just,always been there
Noticeable to those in control to abuse
Which of course,they always do
It is a something that cannot be explained
At least within the context of time
Or construction here
Now as the final dice are rolled
Coming to a losing end is always the inevitable
So it does not really matter any more
It never has
When finality shakes time loose on scented needles
Each dawn of sadness ticks away the end of years
A weeping willow,trapped,saline in a pine tree's amber
Showers a longing which falls dagger sharp,FOREVER deafening,in covered,empty ears
Dropping guard and lifting barriers,the fool of fancy tunes still plays alone
Concealing in revealing,that,they cannot,will not see
If I could only take you by the hand and show you
The in that spills Red outwards from what is left inside of me
Guide you through the mysteries of my space,or its constriction
Which falls upon the sword of each disgrace
Then maybe,but I doubt it,understanding may be seen then
Traced upon the loss through times construction,etched somewhere,yet totally vacant on my face
As persons that should not have ever been,stay broken,bowed FOREVER
In whose constant is to dwell in darkness and alone
Skirting friendships lost or never found,encased in vague perception
Trapped,left empty,spinning,in the lost and nowhere zone
No other mind or soul can ever reach now
Behind the icy wall that hides a multitude of submerged years
FOREVER into the cold,forgotten dark depths,where nothing
Sits cultivating,hardening as a pearl,beneath a sea unfathomed filled with tears
Hello Titan - you don't half write some powerful stuff. Your language, vocabulary and imagination are stunning.
My poem is totally unrelated. I don't even know why I wrote it except that I have a feeling things ain't what they are cracked up to be!
Switch on to any forum,
What do you expect to find?
Friendly, helpful people,
With similar thoughts in mind.
My eyes are now wide open,
There’s trouble and there’s spite,
False names and dodgy characters,
Beware of vicious bite!
I wonder if you’re one of them?
Can you tell, if I‘m false too?
All that stupid poetry,
Might hide the real view!
Let me say sincerely,
What you see, is what you get!
And Parkinson;s for me,
Is as real as it can get.
So if I ask a question,
Or state my point of view,
Then something must be troubling
I want to talk to you.
A real and sensitive person,
Not a shell without a soul.
Be careful who you tell it to
Be he man or be he mole!
Hey Lin , your right about the forums and what you just might find
A troll, a pervert, a paedophile , or someone just lonely, even someone of like mind
So it's always best to be careful what is written and where you tread
Especially when tempted by some malicious thread
yes the Internet and forums can be a dangerous place
Better then to never show your real name & face
Having said that however there are genuine friends out there
You'll always know who they are, their the one's who care
On a site like Parkinson's there's not too much to fear I really do believe
'cause most of us are just sufferers looking for succour, not looking to deceive
So dodgy characters on the forum there may very well be
But I think that we can spot them all the guys and me
So worry little I would suggest, fear not on this type of site
for moderating and checking goes on with all their might
That does still mean be careful with what you do and also what you say
And you'll live long & fight the clowns, and Parkie, making them rise and go away
Thanks for taking the trouble to comment on my poem. I really appreciate your concern. I tend not to enter into potentially 'harmful' discussion but I did this afternoon and then felt bad about it. However, it turns out that other people were suspicious too.
Thanks again, Mike.
Good poetry , Lin, Titan, Mike & Bogman. Great start to March.
She cuts her arm, feels no pain there,
But still the pain is ever elsewhere.
She must deeper in to the flesh now go,
A reason for such pain to know.
She wants to scream,
To shout out loud,
To tell the world
With head still bowed,
How she suffers
All the time
Even though she's
In her prime.
She cuts her leg; she's in despair,
Deeply, more deeply, a reason to share.
There is no sense to this dark mood.
Her life it is really so very good.
Bogman goes to Oz tonight
on a Singapore airline flight
He had hoped to see Turnip
but sadly not on this trip.
Manly is an awkward place
and further travel I could not face
it's a pity but there you go
and I would like you all to know.
You are all like family so
I'll be thinking of you
where the eucalyptus grows.
So sorry LIn,I have only just caught up with everything on the forum. I have had a lot of problems with my PD,(so what's new?) and I have been trying to work around it best I can. Yes I have still managed to put posts on but have had to enlist the help of Mr. Blue Angel !!! He don't mind.
My point being, that I have only this morning managed to get round to looking at the March poems in detail. And I reckon they are all pretty good, b ut, LIn, yours is exeptional because it is written straight from your heart. And I think it speaks for a lot of us. I do worry bout some of the things I post, as does Mr.BA cos he says we can't be too careful. and he does worry about me cos he loves me and promised my mum he would take care of me.
YOUR POEMS ARE ALWAYS FAR BETTER THAN ANYTHING I COULD WRITE. YOU SHOULD BE SO, So, PROUD OF YOURSELF. I love writing poems but it don't worry me if they do not rhyme or scan or whatever, I write my poems straight from my heart. Well done Lin luv BA x
Thank you, Blue Angel. You have made me very happy with your kind words.
I don't think rhyming is necessary to make a good poem. I spent 30 odd years saying that to the kids in my class. On the other hand, there is something satisfying about finding rhyming words.
The poem I wrote last night about internet forums just 'sort-of'fell out of my head!
Here's one for you
There's a kind girl on the forum,
an angel I would say,
who tries to keep us cheerful
in her own special way.
She suffers pain like we do,
she knows what it's all about,
can identify and sympathise
through a whisper or a shout.
A friendly, kind Blue Angel,
made me laugh and smile today
and with one sweep of magic
took all self doubt away!
Oh Lin, Thank you so much for your kind words. But, I really do love your poetry., You are a Star, and I always look forward to reading your poems.
Wow, ElleMac! that was strong stuff! where did all that come from. I loved it, but it was a bit scary !!! Well done. love BA x
Hi, Blue Angel. Where did that come from?- from events in the past, that yes were scary & that I've probably never fully come to terms with. And writing things down can sometimes make you feel better , can't it., in the form of poetry especially, don't you think, Doesn't it feel good when you've written a poem, whatever you write about?
I agree with you too that Lin 's poems are really good. So you should believe in yourself, Lin. Others believe in you.
And don't put yourself down, BA. I enjoy reading your poems.
Best wishes to all. EM