Ken Dodd ? I thank the Lord That iv'e been blessed etc.
I prefer Tears for Souvenirs.............joke !
I just realised that I was going to say something even more stupid than usual so I continued with this sentence instead.
I wish I could write happy but they just don't work for me. Must be because I was brought up in a house full of George Jones and Hank Williams and we tend to write by what/who influences us or at least I do!
Hope this doesn't come across as precious because I live in dread of justifying something when it was not called for!
I appreciate your comment!
Did Sugar make you laugh !
Sorry I forgot to ask ?
Sorry I forgot to ask ?
crikey bogman,Think we've crossed wires here .I was referring to Happiness the song by Blue Nile The birds are laughing in the trees ect. Have a good day ANGELX
AAAAAARRGGGHHH the written word!
You won't believe this but yesterday I upload from vinyl "Hats" followed by "Peace at Last" from cd. Have you been peeking at my pod?
I love those two albums and if I was to choose a voice whilst in the womb it would be Paul Buchanan.
Have you seen them live ? I am going to embark on finding other works by them.
Still not keen on Ken Dodd and thanks for taking the time to sort things.....you know what I mean !!
You won't believe this but yesterday I upload from vinyl "Hats" followed by "Peace at Last" from cd. Have you been peeking at my pod?
I love those two albums and if I was to choose a voice whilst in the womb it would be Paul Buchanan.
Have you seen them live ? I am going to embark on finding other works by them.
Still not keen on Ken Dodd and thanks for taking the time to sort things.....you know what I mean !!
Hi I don't think BLUE NILE have made that many albums .I'm not a follower although i do love to listen to Paul Buchanan I he's fantastic singer. I'm still rolling with laughter at the thought of me liking to listen to Ken Dod
I did say Ken Dodd reference was a joke but I found the coincidence of my IPod freaky!
Anyway did my song Sugar make you laugh and another question for you " what can you get away with regarding naughty poems and naughty words".
Anyway did my song Sugar make you laugh and another question for you " what can you get away with regarding naughty poems and naughty words".
sugar made me smile 
I'm not prudish,seen to much of life.My poems at the moment, people would probably find a little morbid,so I would not want to upset anyone
I'm not prudish,seen to much of life.My poems at the moment, people would probably find a little morbid,so I would not want to upset anyone
You move in and out of my life
at your own convenience.
Both physically and mentally,
according to your mood
and your current beliefs
You give no thought nor take account
of my own thoughts or feelings.
That I may also find it hard
to accommodate the changes
that my condition brings
Maybe I rely upon you too much
Expect too much of you?
But to who else would I turn?
Where once it was us
It is now you and I
at your own convenience.
Both physically and mentally,
according to your mood
and your current beliefs
You give no thought nor take account
of my own thoughts or feelings.
That I may also find it hard
to accommodate the changes
that my condition brings
Maybe I rely upon you too much
Expect too much of you?
But to who else would I turn?
Where once it was us
It is now you and I
Did you light up my life?
Did you lift my spirits?
Did you bring sparks
And bolts
Of red-hot electricity
Super-charged and dangerous?
It is an amazing quality
To be able to touch a person
From such a distance.
Cold distance.
Endure in isolated silence
The loneliness
The cruelty with which those
Those searing charges
Were switched off.
Lin
x
Did you lift my spirits?
Did you bring sparks
And bolts
Of red-hot electricity
Super-charged and dangerous?
It is an amazing quality
To be able to touch a person
From such a distance.
Cold distance.
Endure in isolated silence
The loneliness
The cruelty with which those
Those searing charges
Were switched off.
Lin
x
Friends Unknown
I grieve for friends unknown
Victims of crime so grave
Daily departing life
My sole too bad to save
Dear friends you have moved me
From embryo through life
Some will stay to my end
Others consumed by strife
We first met recently
Introduced by kind man
Only now I understand
Your part in the Grand Plan
Selfishly I do grieve
But not for your loss
Not meeting face to face
I could not give a toss
What really is upsetting
Is you've abandoned me
To life in this corpse
That always needs to pee
Grey
I grieve for friends unknown
Victims of crime so grave
Daily departing life
My sole too bad to save
Dear friends you have moved me
From embryo through life
Some will stay to my end
Others consumed by strife
We first met recently
Introduced by kind man
Only now I understand
Your part in the Grand Plan
Selfishly I do grieve
But not for your loss
Not meeting face to face
I could not give a toss
What really is upsetting
Is you've abandoned me
To life in this corpse
That always needs to pee
Grey
Remember when laughter was all around us
and we never felt the Winter winds
Which the Felanders named the Fen Blow
sweeping before it the crops fresh sown
In time my jokes failed to charm or amuse
whilst complacency came and ruled
we watched the enemy at our front door
mundanity prospered, loving became a chore
There was no surprise just sad acceptance
You asked that I write occasionally
You just walked out on me, no look back
A man who knows saw blood on the track.
If you will but think I did you a favour
Opening your eyes so you were aware
Once you are gone there will be an abyss
from here you were blown a thank you kiss
and we never felt the Winter winds
Which the Felanders named the Fen Blow
sweeping before it the crops fresh sown
In time my jokes failed to charm or amuse
whilst complacency came and ruled
we watched the enemy at our front door
mundanity prospered, loving became a chore
There was no surprise just sad acceptance
You asked that I write occasionally
You just walked out on me, no look back
A man who knows saw blood on the track.
If you will but think I did you a favour
Opening your eyes so you were aware
Once you are gone there will be an abyss
from here you were blown a thank you kiss
There is a letter in my pocket,
Creased in the middle, tattered at the edges.
Folded and unfolded too many times.
Over read!
Read over and over,
But never posted.
It was written today, yesterday,
And many yesterdays before,
Stretching back through emptiness and measured time.
I recall the struggle in its composition.
Seeking to describe the indescribable,
Finding long-forgotten words in clouds of grimy dust.
Each syllable, every sentence pulled from the air,
Grasped, scrutinised,
And finally, written, never to be rubbed out.
Every curve remains etched within those folded pages.
The contents?
You wish to know the contents?
Questions, accusations, expressions of anger,
Annoyance, impatience, irritation,
Words splashed with tears but their meaning clear to see.
Questions needing answers
Questions too hard to ask
For an answer impossible to bear.
Take it!
Take it out of my pocket!
Unfold with care and read,
Not just the words but beneath them too.
Turn them over, look carefully
The accusations lift,
Crawl away, their misery diluted
They disappear!
And no matter how many more times
That flimsy paper is unfolded or those searing words
Catch teardrops as they fall….
I find that my love
Is too deep
To be erased!
Lin
x
Creased in the middle, tattered at the edges.
Folded and unfolded too many times.
Over read!
Read over and over,
But never posted.
It was written today, yesterday,
And many yesterdays before,
Stretching back through emptiness and measured time.
I recall the struggle in its composition.
Seeking to describe the indescribable,
Finding long-forgotten words in clouds of grimy dust.
Each syllable, every sentence pulled from the air,
Grasped, scrutinised,
And finally, written, never to be rubbed out.
Every curve remains etched within those folded pages.
The contents?
You wish to know the contents?
Questions, accusations, expressions of anger,
Annoyance, impatience, irritation,
Words splashed with tears but their meaning clear to see.
Questions needing answers
Questions too hard to ask
For an answer impossible to bear.
Take it!
Take it out of my pocket!
Unfold with care and read,
Not just the words but beneath them too.
Turn them over, look carefully
The accusations lift,
Crawl away, their misery diluted
They disappear!
And no matter how many more times
That flimsy paper is unfolded or those searing words
Catch teardrops as they fall….
I find that my love
Is too deep
To be erased!
Lin
x
Hello Lin,
Please tell me that was written long ago.It is devastating but at the same time cathartic and by far the best in this thread !!
Bogman x
Please tell me that was written long ago.It is devastating but at the same time cathartic and by far the best in this thread !!
Bogman x
Bogman is right.
Sometimes when one praises a poem's writing one ignores the story and vice versa.
It is beautifully written.
It is deeply moving.
Hopefully it is not completely autobiographical? But i presume it is.
thanks
Sometimes when one praises a poem's writing one ignores the story and vice versa.
It is beautifully written.
It is deeply moving.
Hopefully it is not completely autobiographical? But i presume it is.
thanks
Ditto from me.
Lily x
Lily x
I can't tell you how relieved I was to have your comments about this poem.
Thank you.
I only wrote it last night but it could have been written years, months or weeks ago.
Lin
x
Thank you.
I only wrote it last night but it could have been written years, months or weeks ago.
Lin
x
unfortunately sincerity and emotion dont always make for good poetry, in fact the opposite may be true. its always good to see the exceptions, of which there have been a good number recently, but not many have warranted re-reading as often as this one.
It was not difficult to praise as I feel humbled to have this poem as part of a thread I started and sincerely hope that one of mine is included in the also rans!
The Bogman sends a kiss as he does not feel he can write anymore, the muse has flown!This may come as a relief to some but to me it is very sad indeed.
Please Lin, Lily and Turnip, keep this thread going. Love is everything
The Bogman sends a kiss as he does not feel he can write anymore, the muse has flown!This may come as a relief to some but to me it is very sad indeed.
Please Lin, Lily and Turnip, keep this thread going. Love is everything
Dear Bogman
Looks like a whole bunch of muses have gone off for a weekend in Blackpool. Mine (poor miserable thing that she is ) hasnt even sent a postcard.
I would be very unhappy if my praise of Lin's poem in any way seemed to be a silent criticism of yours or anyone elses.
If you are interested in my opinion, and there is no reason to be as i am ignorant on the subject of poetry, i liked these ones particularly:
once again - good
selfish song - excellent
old fool - good
long distance love affair - good
a crossroad - very good
this isnt meant to be an objective judgement, just a measure of how much i liked
them - just my personal opinion. i really like the repetitive structure of selfish song with the 'i dont like it' taking on different nuances each time.
Brilliant.
this thread needs you, so hopefully your muses vacation will be short.
cheers
Looks like a whole bunch of muses have gone off for a weekend in Blackpool. Mine (poor miserable thing that she is ) hasnt even sent a postcard.
I would be very unhappy if my praise of Lin's poem in any way seemed to be a silent criticism of yours or anyone elses.
If you are interested in my opinion, and there is no reason to be as i am ignorant on the subject of poetry, i liked these ones particularly:
once again - good
selfish song - excellent
old fool - good
long distance love affair - good
a crossroad - very good
this isnt meant to be an objective judgement, just a measure of how much i liked
them - just my personal opinion. i really like the repetitive structure of selfish song with the 'i dont like it' taking on different nuances each time.
Brilliant.
this thread needs you, so hopefully your muses vacation will be short.
cheers
Bogman - please return immediately. I was helped enormously by the poems you have posted on this thread. You helped me to write in the way I did.
Please don't give up.
Lin
x
Please don't give up.
Lin
x