Poetry Corner

[wynne]

Another offering of my own creation:

The new curriculum

I have become more childish
In my dotage.
There wasn't time for it
When i was young.
They were stressful
Those early years.
Endless rounds of dinner parties
The physical violence and work commitments
And those exams
That wouldn't pass themselves.
And now, when i begin to stress
I only have to remind myself
There is no written paper for
The things i have learnt of late
And no one there to tell me
What to do.
There's a new curriculum which
Awards the highest marks for
Not knowing the answer
And being at ease with that.

 

[wynne]

One of my dearest friends and best cycling companions was killed by a car yesterday while out on a ride. I wrote this:


A couple of companionable

Attempted misanthropes

Contented in each others lee.

Me with a life in happy mundanity

My dear gone friend

Striver for humanity

Modesty in motion

Continuing to take your turn

On our wet and windy miles

Forever more.

 

[Guinessisgoodforyou]

One of dearest friends and best cycling companions was killed by a car yesterday while out on a ride. I wrote this:


A couple of companionable

Attempted misanthropes

Contented in each others lee.

Me with a life in happy mundanity

My dear gone friend

Striver for humanity

Modesty in motion

Continuing to take your turn

On our wet and windy miles

Forever more.

Very sorry for your loss

 

[Frankenorange]

One of my dearest friends and best cycling companions was killed by a car yesterday while out on a ride. I wrote this:


A couple of companionable

Attempted misanthropes

Contented in each others lee.

Me with a life in happy mundanity

My dear gone friend

Striver for humanity

Modesty in motion

Continuing to take your turn

On our wet and windy miles

Forever more.

As Gigfy said

 

[Gtpulse]

 

[legrandefromage]

"wire, wire shining bright...

... Oh shit it's the wrong one and it's set alight!"


I'm a HGV electrician

 

[3wheeler7]

Little Flo​

From the album ‘(Live)‘ (1976).

Derek (sings:)

#Oh, dear Little Flo
I love you so
Especially in your nightie

#When the moonlight flits
Across your tits
Oh, Jesus Christ almighty

Clive:Thank you, the Reverend Ike.

 

[Tsundere]

My favourite poem is 'The Beginnings' by Rudyard Kipling.

Written in 1917 the context is the first world war. I think it describes perfectly the reserved peaceable nature of the English, and yet how that gentlemanly demeanor will be set aside once a line's been crossed and all other avenues have been exhausted, giving way to the warrior that sleeps within.

It was not part of their blood,
It came to them very late
With long arrears to make good,
When the English began to hate.

They were not easily moved,
They were icy-willing to wait
Till every count should be proved,
Ere the English began to hate.

Their voices were even and low,
Their eyes were level and straight.
There was neither sign nor show,
When the English began to hate.

It was not preached to the crowd,
It was not taught by the State.
No man spoke it aloud,
When the English began to hate.

It was not suddenly bred,
It will not swiftly abate,
Through the chill years ahead,
When Time shall count from the date
That the English began to hate.

 

[Frankenorange]

Short poem called Arthritic Window Cleaner


Your pane,

My pain.

 

[moonlite]

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Ah John Clare -- wonderful nature poems!

I love the rath primroses pale brimstone primroses
That bloom in the thick wood and i' the green closes
I love the primroses whenever they come
Where the blue fly sits pensive & humble bees hum
The pale brimstone primroses come at the spring
Swept over and fann'd by the wild thrushes wing
Bow'd down to the leaf cover'd ground by the bees
Who sing their spring ballads thro bushes & trees

2

Like patches o' flame i' the Ivy so green
And dark green oak leaves where the Autumn has been
Put on thy straw hat love & russet stuff gown
And see the pale primroses grow up and down
The pale brimstone primroses wild wood primroses
Which maids i' the dark woods make into posies
Put on thy stuff gown love and off let us be
To seek brimstone primroses neath the Oak tree

3

Spring time is come love primroses bloom fair
The sun o' the morning shines in thy bright hair
The ancient wood shadows are bonny dark green
That throw out like giants the stovens between
While brimstone primroses like patches o' flame
Blaze through the dead leaves making Ivy look tame
I love the rath primrose in hedgerows & closes
Together lets wander to gather primroses —