Poetry Corner.

[LadyOnArooftop]

The life that I have
Is all that I have
And the life that I have Is yours.

The love that I have
Of the life that I have
Is yours and yours and yours.

A sleep I shall have
A rest I shall have
Yet death will be but a pause.

For the peace of my years
In the long green grass
Will be yours and yours and yours.

 

[Bad_Influence]

There once was a guy from Nantucket........

 

[LadyOnArooftop]

There once was a guy from Nantucket..

Thank you for that valuable contribution to poetry corner, well worth waiting for!

 

[lucianthp]

O pointy birds, o pointy pointy,
Anoint my head, anointy-nointy.

- John Lillison

 

[Dong]

Poor Boris is blamed for the flooding
They've given him a substantial blooding.
In the house today
He was heard to say
………………………..?

 

[LadyOnArooftop]

Our love did die, and now in ground shall ever lie.

No matter how much nasty forum posters try to bastardise this thread with rude contributions, i shall continue with words of love

 

[Dong]

Poor Boris is blamed for the flooding
They've given him a substantial blooding.
In the house today
He was heard to say
………………………..?

It's unfair to say I am dudding.

 

[megs233]

Fom you have I been absent in the spring,
When proud-pied April, dressed in all his trim,
Hath put a spirit of youth in everything,
That heavy Saturn laughed and leaped with him.
Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell
Of different flowers in odour and in hue,
Could make me any summer’s story tell,
Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew:
Nor did I wonder at the lily’s white,
Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose;
They were but sweet, but figures of delight
Drawn after you, – you pattern of all those.
Yet seem’d it winter still, and, you away,
As with your shadow I with these did play.

From you have I been absent in the spring
BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

 

[Dong]

Thistledown

I’ll not forget the summer’s day, last June;
We, with the children to the fields of hay,
All with some toys of theirs, we had brought them;
But they were chasing thistledowns; All the day.
Brightly shone the sun, the weather gorgeous
And the air was filled with floating fairy seeds
And on the grass lay Teddies, here for picnic
Deserted, left to lie, for flying weeds.
The children ran and lunged and scooped about them
Each a tiny puff they strove to catch
But gentle winds would waft them out of play
And there they learned that they had met their match.

Dong

 

[Bad_Influence]

Thank you for that valuable contribution to poetry corner, well worth waiting for!

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I'm crap at poetry,
Told you so.


Is that better?

 

[Dong]

Here's another one, called Hospital

We are tired! I was up at six
Doing the morning mix;
Before the cab came
To hurry us away.
We left, Oh so reluctant
Were we to go
Yet going was our choice.
We had to know.
The Chinese Lady held a needle
To suck the story in my blood,
And red as the tulips of spring
Ran my blood,
A flood of my history.
We wanted the answer
And we waited.
And waited.

Dong

 

[Dong]

And one for Valentine

My dark Lady
Are the fair all deceit
And deception?
Are they all imposture and guile.
Is the paint and the powder
Intended
To gain admiration a while.
Is the colour of blood
On the lips
Meant to show her face is a smile
Whilst the eyes
Black with mascara
Glitter just a while?
My dark Lady is not this
Her visage is honest and pure,
She says it is how it’s intended
And faces the world so sure;
No painted dolly she
But so full of love and life
Her face open with laughter
And her eyes a’sparkle…my wife.

Dong

 

[Dong]

Where's Boris? the people are calling
His credo seems to be falling.
It's Cummings I blame
For spoiling his fame;
Which Boris must find really galling.

 

[LadyOnArooftop]

And one for Valentine

My dark Lady
Are the fair all deceit
And deception?
Are they all imposture and guile.
Is the paint and the powder
Intended
To gain admiration a while.
Is the colour of blood
On the lips
Meant to show her face is a smile
Whilst the eyes
Black with mascara
Glitter just a while?
My dark Lady is not this
Her visage is honest and pure,
She says it is how it’s intended
And faces the world so sure;
No painted dolly she
But so full of love and life
Her face open with laughter
And her eyes a’sparkle…my wife.

Dong

Now, this is more like it Dong, good lad!

 

[TwoWhalesInAPool]

'I like my body when it is with your' by e.e cummings

i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones,and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the,shocking fuzz
of your electric furr,and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh….And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you so quite new

 

[breakwake_]

Remember the Blessings

We met, and we married a long time ago
we worked long hours, when wages were low.
No T.v, no wireless, no bath, times were hard
just cold water taps, and a walk up the yard.
No holidays abroad, no posh carpets on floors.
But we had coal on the fire, and didn't lock doors.

Our children arrived, no pill in those days,
and we brought them all up, without any state aid.
They were quite safe to play in the park,
old folk weren't afraid to go out in the dark.

No vallium, no drugs, no L.S.D.
we cured most ills, with a nice cup of tea
but if you were sick, you were treated at once,
no fill up a form, and come back in six months.

No vandals, no muggings, there was nothing to rob.
and we were quite rich with a couple of bob.
People were happier in those far off days,
kinder and caring in so many ways.

Milkmen, and paperboys used to whistle and sing
a night at the pictures was a bit of a fling
we all get our trouble and strife, and we just
love to share the pattern of life.

But now we're alone, we look back through the years
we don't think of the hard times
the trouble and tears,

We remember the blessings, our home, and our love.
That we shared them together, and thank god above.


Author
Ruby Alexander

 

[Dong]

The Grandson

ABOUT JOSEPH
What can be done about Joseph
He’s wickedly plucked every nerve.
His Mother’s fit only for bedtime
And sister has lost all her verve.
And Daddy would rather ignore it
But that takes a great deal of strength
Because, to the greatest disorder
Joseph will go any length.
He used to be easy and loving
Until he came to his teens
And now he just does as he pleases
Causing monumental scenes.
From school he has now been excluded
But in pity they do have him back
For promises they know won’t be kept
And the honesty he seems to lack.
ADHD’s under suspicion,
But he’s much too clever for that,
And the expert they’ve called in to guide him,
Well, I hope someone’s watching his back.
Then I recall my own days as a youngster
And what was dared then, though not now.
Perhaps the present’s too stifling
And perhaps through his teenage: he’ll grow!

Dong

 

[Claire8]

BE KIND
In a world where you can be anything, BE KIND,
Show kindness to all and leave no one behind,
You never know what others are going through,
Stop, think and reconsider your point of view,
BE KIND for you might make a difference in someone else’s life,
Each and everyone of us has our demons, troubles and strife,
Smile at the people you pass on the street,
Be polite and considerate to all that you meet,
Hold open the door and let someone through,
Allow others to go first before you,
In a world where you can be anything, BE KIND,
Remember to keep kindness in mind,
Be there for others with a open mind and a listening ear,
With a tissue in hand to wipe their tear,
Put the kettle on and make a cup of tea,
Accept them for them even if they do things differently,
Include everyone and leave no one out,
Give people a chance, the benefit of doubt,
Do not judge, presume, take over or criticise,
Open your heart, mind, ears and eyes,
In world where you can be anything, BE KIND,
Give others a chance and you never know what you may find,
Sit with them in silence if that’s what they need,
With kindness in mind we can all succeed,
For a kind word or gesture can go a long way,
Be kind in all you do, the way you are and what you say,
Kindness in mind and kindness in heart,
In this crazy world we all play our part,
So spread a little kindness wherever you go,
Plant the seed and let kindness grow.

 

[AGirlHasNoName]

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

 

[Enraged_Anarchy]

My Memory Library
by Sarah Blackstone


Imagine if I was given one moment,
just a single slice of my past.
I could hold it close forever,
and that moment would always last.

I'd put the moment in a safe,
within my heart's abode.
I could open it when I wanted,
and only I would know the code.

I could choose a time of laughing,
a time of happiness and fun.
I could choose a time that tried me
through everything I've done.

I sat and thought about what moment
would always make me smile.
One that would always push me
to walk that extra mile.

If I'm feeling sad and low,
if I'm struggling with what to do,
I can go and open my little safe
and watch my moment through.

There are moments I can think of
that would lift my spirits every time.
The moments when you picked me up,
when the road was hard to climb.

For me to only pick one moment
to cherish, save and keep
is proving really difficult,
as I've gathered up a heap!

I've dug deep inside my heart,
found the safe and looked inside
There was room for lots of moments;
in fact, hundreds if I tried.

I'm building my own little library,
embedded in my heart,
for all the moments spent with you
before you had to part.

I can open it up whenever I like,
pick a moment and watch it through,
My little library acts as a promise
I'll never ever forget you.