13-10-2018, 11:12 PM
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Re: Poetry please.
Originally Posted by Sweetie pie
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Oh my goodness Young Robert.You are an inspiration.
What can I say.
I have always been in awe of your verse.
So talented. X
You may inspire me to start painting again.
Bless you for that. X
13-10-2018, 11:15 PM
343
Re: Poetry please.
Originally Posted by Robert Junior
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SP, no, YOU are an inspiration.
Actually joking apart my lovely.
It is nice to have you being creative once more.
13-10-2018, 11:16 PM
344
Re: Poetry please.
Originally Posted by Robert Junior
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Mags my dearI am glad you are here
Presiding with Grace
This busy place
With the wisdom of Solomon
Trespasses you have forgotten them
I appreciate your presence
13-10-2018, 11:19 PM
345
Re: Poetry please.
Something darkerRainbow?
BLUE
Oh why so very sad and blue
Lost, forlorn and anxious too
When joy has gone and life is rough
Hope alone is not enough
Don’t ask for signs or dreams or visions
They can’t be seen and won’t be given.
In your present place, trailing along
Something’s missing, something’s wrong
INDIGO
A mood forlorn
Has something gone
I stand amazed
Landscape razed
VIOLET
Violet, my mother’s middle name
Add the letter “n” and she became
Violent every now and then
Let fly, calm down, then rage again
She really was a caring mother
I can’t compare, I had no other
She tried to do the best she could
In quiet moments I understood
14-10-2018, 12:01 AM
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Re: Poetry please.
Speaking of mothers!Last Song for Lilian.
The etiquette of mourning blinds the house,
Half darkened silence whispers on the stairs;
For she, who once called each and every tune
Was caught by Death alone and unaware.
I never thought that even Death would dare.
I'll grieve for you without fine manners now,
Proud, sharp tongued, talented and grey.
Who threw her youth into the fires of rage?
Who tossed her grace and happiness away?
Who blighted hearts in blossom- tore the flower?
With all the frost of eloquence and power.
I'll give your spirit an unearned release,
A ranting, roaring, glory of a grief,
I'll give you peace, my love, I'll give you peace.
14-10-2018, 07:12 AM
348
Re: Poetry please.
(With apologies to Carroll)'Twas midday and the monthly meet
Did drone and mumble in the room.
All speaky were the minion-men
Uriah Heepish in the gloom.
"Beware the jargon talk, my son!
The mimsy phrases meaning naught!
Across the piece and verticals,
And shunning simple English taught!"
He took his slides and stood up tall,
Long time the borrowed weasel word
So plagiarised from Brainyland
Were gathered thickly and inferred.
And, as the corporate not-really-words
Came a-waffling from his lungs,
Plain Speaking policeforce bursted in,
Arresting all who spoke in tongues.
'Twas midday, and the monthly meet
All suddenly became bright clear -
With simple phrases, quick, concise -
Some saner world? Long time, I fear.
14-10-2018, 07:15 AM
349
Re: Poetry please.
CAREFUL CHAT.COMIf you’re ever in a forum
Full of people, all with views
And you’re asked to form a quorum
Or sit mutely– would you choose?
Are you loath to raise a topic
That you may consider rude?
Would it make you misanthropic,
Ill advised, or merely lewd?
Do you itch to know an answer
That some others dare not mention?
Can you bring up things like cancer
Without it causing tension?
Do we outgrow inhibitions
As we outgrow worn out clothes?
Or stick to old traditions
Play it safe – tread on no toes?
If you’re ever in a forum
Full of people, all with views
My advice is, show decorum –
Or face pages of abuse!
14-10-2018, 09:49 AM
350
Re: Poetry please.
Originally Posted by Ciderman
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Speaking of mothers!Last Song for Lilian.
The etiquette of mourning blinds the house,
Half darkened silence whispers on the stairs;
For she, who once called each and every tune
Was caught by Death alone and unaware.
I never thought that even Death would dare.
I'll grieve for you without fine manners now,
Proud, sharp tongued, talented and grey.
Who threw her youth into the fires of rage?
Who tossed her grace and happiness away?
Who blighted hearts in blossom- tore the flower?
With all the frost of eloquence and power.
I'll give your spirit an unearned release,
A ranting, roaring, glory of a grief,
I'll give you peace, my love, I'll give you peace.
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