Bogman, I really hope you don’t mean that you will be leaving Creative Corner. It’s clear that your poetry stems from deep in your heart and I, for one, will miss reading those poignant words (as well as the humorous ones) if you leave.
Even a non-poet like me can see that Lin’s talent is unusually rich, but you have much to contribute, too.
Please stay with us.
Lily x
Jeepers, all I said was my muse had gone and I hope she returns cos I am lost without her.
Thank you for your posts which touched me deeply and I admit I am sitting here with tears in my eyes!!
For the time being it will be prose but I am going nowhere because this corner is one I want to stand on and watch the girls go by!!
Thank you for your posts which touched me deeply and I admit I am sitting here with tears in my eyes!!
For the time being it will be prose but I am going nowhere because this corner is one I want to stand on and watch the girls go by!!
Personally Speaking
It’s all very well immersing myself the past,
That land of then with no questions answered.
To imagine ‘what if’ and think ‘why-not’.
It has gone, it is over, I didn’t?
Stop stumbling down the same worn-tracks
And admit who you are now.
Can you?
No?
Neither can I!
So paint it on and pretend.
Lin
x
x
It’s all very well immersing myself the past,
That land of then with no questions answered.
To imagine ‘what if’ and think ‘why-not’.
It has gone, it is over, I didn’t?
Stop stumbling down the same worn-tracks
And admit who you are now.
Can you?
No?
Neither can I!
So paint it on and pretend.
Lin
x
x
Where did that extra kiss come from and who is it for?
Scuse me while I kiss the sky !!!!!
I know where it began,
But where did it begin to end?
Closed eyes and deaf ears
Tell half a story
Wildly imagined.
I know when it started,
But when did it start to finish?
A time and a place,
Or slow awakening
To unhappy truth?
I know why it opened,
But why did the opening close?
Like a tunnel dark, foreboding,
Yet believing
Light must be there.
I know who is to blame
But who will tell the truth?
Lies trip from the tongue,
Fond gestures imitate,
Only to confuse.
I know what I want to say
But what if silence is the answer?
Secrets in my heart,
Questions in my head,
A story
Left incomplete.
But where did it begin to end?
Closed eyes and deaf ears
Tell half a story
Wildly imagined.
I know when it started,
But when did it start to finish?
A time and a place,
Or slow awakening
To unhappy truth?
I know why it opened,
But why did the opening close?
Like a tunnel dark, foreboding,
Yet believing
Light must be there.
I know who is to blame
But who will tell the truth?
Lies trip from the tongue,
Fond gestures imitate,
Only to confuse.
I know what I want to say
But what if silence is the answer?
Secrets in my heart,
Questions in my head,
A story
Left incomplete.
Another gem, Lin.
You have lived but in the end despite the pain it is Life and somehow we survive.
I think we go through the mud and the blood to the green beyond simply by writing our poems but then again there is always more.
You have lived but in the end despite the pain it is Life and somehow we survive.
I think we go through the mud and the blood to the green beyond simply by writing our poems but then again there is always more.
Just one more row.
A jagged flash lights up the night sky
Fluorescent blue in tune with my mood
The sky is crying for the lost and lonely
While Smoky sings The Tracks of my Tears
There will be no sleep until the morning
She will leave without lifting her wet eyes
Her beautiful face now etched with sadness
This woman who gave life to my children
Wordlessly she raise the questions I fear
What are you doing to us in this late year
Why can’t you give up this clandestine life
This is your home come find peace with me.
I answer and once more her anger rises
You blame everything on it she chastises
But you are not the one who’s in crisis
You will heal in time mine just progresses
Compulsively it is food that I crave
Obsessively I write into the early hours
Compulsively it is danger I find attractive
Obsessively I am seeking to escape
IT IS NOT YOUR FAULT IT IS NOT MINE !
A jagged flash lights up the night sky
Fluorescent blue in tune with my mood
The sky is crying for the lost and lonely
While Smoky sings The Tracks of my Tears
There will be no sleep until the morning
She will leave without lifting her wet eyes
Her beautiful face now etched with sadness
This woman who gave life to my children
Wordlessly she raise the questions I fear
What are you doing to us in this late year
Why can’t you give up this clandestine life
This is your home come find peace with me.
I answer and once more her anger rises
You blame everything on it she chastises
But you are not the one who’s in crisis
You will heal in time mine just progresses
Compulsively it is food that I crave
Obsessively I write into the early hours
Compulsively it is danger I find attractive
Obsessively I am seeking to escape
IT IS NOT YOUR FAULT IT IS NOT MINE !
This has a nice slap to it - don't you think?
I sit and weep but you are not worth the weeping!
If tears fall
Their healing power
Spread on the deserving.
Not you!
You are a trickster,
A fraud,
A fly-by-night,
A selfish, self centred,
I’m alright, Jack,
Puppeteer!
You think I will dangle on that string forever?
Think again!
It is a flimsy rope,
Badly tied.
An easy knot to undo.
Barely a thread between
Me and
Freedom.
No these tears are wasted,
Unless they….
Wash you away!
Lin
x
I sit and weep but you are not worth the weeping!
If tears fall
Their healing power
Spread on the deserving.
Not you!
You are a trickster,
A fraud,
A fly-by-night,
A selfish, self centred,
I’m alright, Jack,
Puppeteer!
You think I will dangle on that string forever?
Think again!
It is a flimsy rope,
Badly tied.
An easy knot to undo.
Barely a thread between
Me and
Freedom.
No these tears are wasted,
Unless they….
Wash you away!
Lin
x
Hi Lin,
Thats a lovely piece, fair trips of the tongue and quite vicious!!
Thats a lovely piece, fair trips of the tongue and quite vicious!!
I know I wrote it but I like it so possible entry for Peakes unless you tell me it's garbage.In all humility.........
I confess
The call of the abyss is sounding way out above the clouds
The Sun is struggling to find the heat the earth is crying for
I am told that time spent here searching for more words
Is but a waste of precious time and will only be ignored
I look to find that person who has not heard it all before
An open minded individual who criticises with a kiss
One who laughs and cries and all in the right places
Who picks me up and dusts me down and says go again
There’s the great dead poets and my generations too
Fine words they have written and those that sing the blues
They say the same but different , in their own sweet way
But in the quiet of the night, disturbing truth comes visiting.
Marching to the rhythm of a fluttering diseased aorta
At the top I paused awhile the view there was spectacular
Coming down from the mountain is the worst part of a climb
The crimes committed have been confessed, now forget it
I confess
The call of the abyss is sounding way out above the clouds
The Sun is struggling to find the heat the earth is crying for
I am told that time spent here searching for more words
Is but a waste of precious time and will only be ignored
I look to find that person who has not heard it all before
An open minded individual who criticises with a kiss
One who laughs and cries and all in the right places
Who picks me up and dusts me down and says go again
There’s the great dead poets and my generations too
Fine words they have written and those that sing the blues
They say the same but different , in their own sweet way
But in the quiet of the night, disturbing truth comes visiting.
Marching to the rhythm of a fluttering diseased aorta
At the top I paused awhile the view there was spectacular
Coming down from the mountain is the worst part of a climb
The crimes committed have been confessed, now forget it
This is a rewrite, a few words here and there, and a more accepting end!!
I confess
The call of the abyss is sounding out above the clouds
The Sun is struggling to find the heat the earth is crying for
I am told that time spent here searching for mere words
Is but a waste of precious time and will only be ignored.
I search to find the one who has not heard it all before
With gentle hands caress and criticises with soft kisses,
Who can laugh and cry and take joy from their own skin
And when I stumble, give me the courage to try again.
There’s the great dead poets and my generations, too,
Fine words they have written and those that sing the blues
They say the same but different, in their own sweet way
But in the quiet of the night, disturbing truth comes visiting.
Climbing to the rhythm of a fluttering, battered heart
At the top I paused awhile the view there was spectacular.
Now I must descend and accept the penance for my sins
Cruel as it may be I welcome once more cosy conformity
Just a wee tribute to My Dad who died alone this morning because no one told us his meds had stopped working! Mind you he wouldn't have known even if we were there but it would have been better for us!
The Old Fella.
Today my Dad died, he was eighty nine
just closed his eyes, it was his time.
To be honest he had left a while before
His body here but his mind outworn..
I was thinking over the many decades
How many times we butted heads
His pet name was “Bitchy” for our Mother
And for fifty years they loved each other.
I always looked up to him, he was taller.
I looked down on him, no schooling
I loved him, he was our Pop
I hated him for things he could not stop
He was a man of simple needs
Some beer, a brandy and the steeds
The company of men he could ignore
But a pretty girl and his heart would soar
I remember most when we were young
Him rolling home to the lash of tongue
But unlike others who were less stable
He always brought food for our table
I shared with him the misery of his job
Visiting red eyed farmers in Ireland’s bogs.
Buying sheep skins and cow hides
Emptying barrels of rancid intestines
To survive he took the emigrant boat
And weekly sent a blue cross home
Paper money with the Queens head on
Drowning sorrows, his share soon gone.
He never buckled or asked for quarter
Just did his duty without being a martyr
In return for giving, he was given more
I can hear him saying “ Ah, yes, to be sure!! To be sure”
The Old Fella.
Today my Dad died, he was eighty nine
just closed his eyes, it was his time.
To be honest he had left a while before
His body here but his mind outworn..
I was thinking over the many decades
How many times we butted heads
His pet name was “Bitchy” for our Mother
And for fifty years they loved each other.
I always looked up to him, he was taller.
I looked down on him, no schooling
I loved him, he was our Pop
I hated him for things he could not stop
He was a man of simple needs
Some beer, a brandy and the steeds
The company of men he could ignore
But a pretty girl and his heart would soar
I remember most when we were young
Him rolling home to the lash of tongue
But unlike others who were less stable
He always brought food for our table
I shared with him the misery of his job
Visiting red eyed farmers in Ireland’s bogs.
Buying sheep skins and cow hides
Emptying barrels of rancid intestines
To survive he took the emigrant boat
And weekly sent a blue cross home
Paper money with the Queens head on
Drowning sorrows, his share soon gone.
He never buckled or asked for quarter
Just did his duty without being a martyr
In return for giving, he was given more
I can hear him saying “ Ah, yes, to be sure!! To be sure”
Dear bogman,
I am sorry – it is a very hard time to go through. My thoughts are with you.
I could say much more but this is not the time or the place.
Lin
xx
I am sorry – it is a very hard time to go through. My thoughts are with you.
I could say much more but this is not the time or the place.
Lin
xx
Bogman, my thoughts are with you & I send peaceful ones
Dear Bogman. Peace for him. I hope soon for you too. With caring thoughts...
What a lovely epitaph, Bogman. Your dad would have been proud of it, I'm sure.
With sympathy
Lily x
With sympathy
Lily x
My thoughts are with you. Angel4u
Thank you all for your kind wishes, they are much appreciated!X
Arthur and me. ( A tribute to Arthur Alexander )
You better move on he sang in his song
But you’re the place where I belong
Where will I go, where will I go
You laid it on the line I know the score
You couldn’t live like this anymore
Where will I go, where will I go.
Down at the dark end of a lonely street
A blue Motel where lovers cheat
There I will go, there I will go
There I will hang my poor head and cry
A cheat who told too many lies
There I will go, there I will go
Maybe Anna will be there after some guy
Perhaps she’ll help me get by
There I will go, there I will go
She’s the only reason I’m going to there
send her home to one who cares
Where will I go, where will I go
I wonder where you are this black night
Without a song you left my life
There I will go, there I will go.
Who can write music?
You better move on he sang in his song
But you’re the place where I belong
Where will I go, where will I go
You laid it on the line I know the score
You couldn’t live like this anymore
Where will I go, where will I go.
Down at the dark end of a lonely street
A blue Motel where lovers cheat
There I will go, there I will go
There I will hang my poor head and cry
A cheat who told too many lies
There I will go, there I will go
Maybe Anna will be there after some guy
Perhaps she’ll help me get by
There I will go, there I will go
She’s the only reason I’m going to there
send her home to one who cares
Where will I go, where will I go
I wonder where you are this black night
Without a song you left my life
There I will go, there I will go.
Who can write music?