Poetry Corner.

[LadyOnArooftop]

Not being one to moan
At times I feel so alone.
We all need a centre
A core we can rely on
Our private Mount Zion.
Which all can see
But none can pry on.

 

[LadyOnArooftop]

Walking through the meadow I saw her,
aloof with her nose in the air.
Ignoring people who were passing by,
disdaining their curious stare.
Her delicate legs seemed so frail,
for the lovely body they supported.
She shared her life with many men,
excitement and danger she courted.
The days of her youth now over,
and it's true she's very well past her prime.
Just an old Spitfire plane loved by pilots,
She brought safely home... most of the time.

 

[BasildonBond]

Walking through the meadow I saw her,
aloof with her nose in the air.
Ignoring people who were passing by,
disdaining their curious stare.
Her delicate legs seemed so frail,
for the lovely body they supported.
She shared her life with many men,
excitement and danger she courted.
The days of her youth now over,
and it's true she's very well past her prime.
Just an old Spitfire plane loved by pilots,
She brought safely home... most of the time.

What an adorable poem about love and living life, and remembering past times wistfully. Then having to succumb gracefully to advancing years. Or at least that is my take on it. But hey, I'm a man. I don't expect I'll get a cigar. Lovely though...the poem I mean, not me.

 

[LadyOnArooftop]

@BasildonBond You're a lovely man,
Your words say more than I ever can.
Your perceptiveness there for all to see,
Few I'm sure, would disagree...

 

[Moriarty]

What an adorable poem about love and living life, and remembering past times wistfully. Then having to succumb gracefully to advancing years. Or at least that is my take on it. But hey, I'm a man. I don't expect I'll get a cigar. Lovely though...the poem I mean, not me.

/me Hands BB a cigar.

Enjoy it mate

 

[BasildonBond]

/me Hands BB a cigar.

Enjoy it mate

Sorry, but I don't smoke. Disgusting habit!

 

[Magpie]

"Good Morning. How Are You?"

After the seventh tranquilizing anecdote,
my head was a precariously teetering cannonball
and the foundations of this shanty town mind
groaned louder with each successive shockwave
that emanated from your monotonous epicentre.

You are Russian roulette without the luxury of death.
I must learn the art of asking rhetorical questions.

by Magpie

 

[hell2bwith76]

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.

I love that poem . It`s from a film of a British female in WW2 isn`t it ?. Can`t remember her name ...got it ! "Carves her name with Pride" ,is that the title of movie ?. Based on a true story i believe..

 

[LadyOnArooftop]

I love that poem . It`s from a film of a British female in WW2 isn`t it ?. Can`t remember her name ...got it ! "Carves her name with Pride" ,is that the title of movie ?. Based on a true story i believe..

Yes, spot on. I refer you to post 82 further up the page ^^^^

 

[hell2bwith76]

Yes, spot on. I refer you to post 82 further up the page ^^^^

Thank you

 

[hell2bwith76]

Yes, spot on. I refer you to post 82 further up the page ^^^^

The history of the poem is poignant and so lovely . As i say ,thats my favourite Love poem ever.

 

[Moriarty]

Another party started getting heavy.
And never had a little bit of Bobby,
Or something going by the name of Eddie,
And got a finger on the trigger sloppy.

Titled "Girlfriend"
Poetry written by Carmel.

Carmel was the AI which analsed the Zodiac Killers letters to attempt a computer aided criminal profile.

 

[PennyDreadful2]

A composition that doesn't rhyme.

The gift in disguise

Gazing at my reflection
Used to fill me with dread
I seldom smiled
One day my smile was gone
A stranger staring back at me.

Isn't it funny
How we take things for granted
Our health
Our peace of mind
The ones we love

Never mourn the person you were
Celebrate the person you are.

Penny Dreadful, August 3rd 2022.

 

[Magpie]

A Jovial Evening

I remember my Galileo moment,
viewing Jupiter through a telescope.
A sphere, the sunlight on its surface
gradually curving into deep shadows.
A pale red smudge around the middle
and surrounding it four bright moons.
"It's half a billion miles away", I said,
showing you.
And you said,
"Huh, those five dots?"
As my axis shifted and sent me spinning
in a mercurial orbit towards the pub.

by Magpie

 

[Magpie]

Ekphrastic poetry is poetry that comments on or describes another piece of art whether it be a picture, sculpture or piece of music. A famous example of an ekphrastic poem is Keats' 'Ode on a Grecian Urn'.
The following is my attempt at the form using a picture by Escher.


by Magpie

 

[Magpie]

Inverness Street Life
These streets are best avoided,
they narrow to a bottleneck
that swarms with the wrong type
endlessly pounding the pavements
eagerly looking for their daily fix.

There is nothing in this world
that can save my worried soul
for here come the tourists.

Everywhere I look, tourists.
Smiles as wide as the Atlantic,
big shiny eyes full of wonder
and muscular camera holding necks.

Yellow rain-coated, baseball capped,
kilted, sock and sandal flaunting tourists
with questions inside questions on top of questions
about haggis, bag pipes, monsters and "lake Loch Ness".

"Can haggis fly? How big are they?
Have you seen Nessie? Where's your kilt?
Say something Gaelic?"

"Amadain, Amadain" I tell them.
They ask me what it means.
"I am English, I am English", I reply
and they shuffle off with a disappointed groan.

Note: Amadain is Gaelic for fools

by Magpie

 

[LadyOnArooftop]

My lover has left me i'm feeling blue,
the colour of Elvis' blue suede shoe.
My lover has left me i'm going insane,
the colour of a bulging varicose vein.
I'm bluer than videos from Scandinavia,
I'm bluer than the sea in the Mediterrania!
I'm bluer than the Curacao I often quaff,
I feel so blue - I just blew off!

 

[LadyOnArooftop]

If you don't behave, you'll be a goner
don't wear your ban, like a badge of honour
same old chatters moan and complain
why have I been banned yet again?

vexed and frustrated the moaners write
disgruntled comments filled with spite
but angry chatter know your place
and get off the admins flipping case.

 

[LadyOnArooftop]

My hand in writing wavers
my eyes grow dim with tears.
For many long days are gone
That were filled with hopes and fears

Time has come i'm glad to say,
Time for me yes to walk away.
No backward glance or last goodbye,
No aching heart just a tearful eye.
Another partner found to be fake,
Another heartless untrustworthy snake!

Oh for someone who is faithful and true,
Someone who is strong, yet sensitive too.
Someone who is loving, houseproud and neat,
When I've had a hard day will soothe my aching feet.

Another romantic liaison has gone and bitten the dust,
Should I look again for love? yes, continue I must!

 

[LadyOnArooftop]

Think of the buzz of having an affair
the excitement, nothing can compare
sneaking out,
to put it about
can't get enough,
of their bit of fluff
stuck in the home,
their mind may roam
tired of a partner they no longer desire
it's a new lover they now require!

(Typing for a friend)