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@phoenixoxo here is the poetry corner for you. It had not been used for some time so it had been added to our archive.
Yes, here we are in the Corner; thanks again 🙂
Unfortunately I've run out of brain for the evening, having only just finished work. But I'll be back, and in the meantime I have to say that I really like scribbler's 'A Ditty'. Mrs SW is right, there's plenty 'witty' and 'quirky' in there 😊
Please post your poems where you feel they belong; I'm hoping you won't mind if I collect your original poems and copy them into this thread where they can be seen and read by all poetry lovers.
Thanks, Yvonne 🙂
I don't know whether anyone's really into poetry here, so I just thought I'd start by offering a few words of encouragement. I think some people are put off writing because they think they don't know enough about poetry, or they think a poem has to rhyme and it's all a bit difficult (it certainly can be).
Well, I'm in the camp of poets who reckon that writing poetry is something for everyone to enjoy. Of course, being in this camp doesn't make me particularly popular with poets who want writing poetry to be an elite sort of activity... well, never mind 😂
For today, I've just popped down to my archives, returning with one poem with a little rhyme and one without. They're both quite short, from a collection I call the 'pocket poems'. A pocket poem is a nice way to start writing, as it can be just one thought or one picture.
Smiling through the pain
They asked me,
can't you really try
to smile through all
I did this,
but I looked so strange,
they didn't ask
Outside my window
there's a silver wood pigeon,
perching on a branch of a lime.
It's a windy day
and the branch is swaying.
The pigeon wobbles a little,
but she's holding on just fine
Here is one of mine hope you like it.
The giver of life has fallen down, and now lays flat upon the ground
Soon it will be no longer there, you will not see it however you stare
All will walk over where it fell, leaving not a trace for you to tell,
But soon upon where it laid, Springs forth a simple tiny blade,
Followed soon by many more, till they can be counted by the score,
For the Giver that has gone below, has given life to those that grow,
So all of us that will surely gain, should offer thanks up to the rain.
I'd better put the one the members of Val's Cafe and you all composed Yvonne.
Wish For Esme
Esme smiled at me today
and the sun came out from behind a dark cloud.
I bent down to smile and say..
'Little one, the world is yours,
I wonder what you’ll do?’
Will your life be long and full?
For this is what we wish for you.
Hi celtic and Kath,
I didn't realise people were writing poetry in Val's Cafe. Thanks for sharing, Kath, and I hope your book is going well.
celtic, welcome to Poetry Corner. I really like your poem, especially for its images and hopeful message, as it comes across to me.
Do you enjoy nature poetry? Here's a poem I wrote last January, after listening to a piece of music called 'The Wind in the Plain'...
All morning long, the winter wheat stands stock-still in its ordered rows;
come midday, as the clouds roll in, it enters into thrashing throes,
now delving down, now rising up, a greening sea though far inland,
a playground for some mystic mover brandishing a hearty hand,
and in amongst the crazing crops a harvest mouse is rushing here
and there and then and back again, her beady eyes alight with cheer,
her reddish fur a-ripple and her whiskers bristling in the breeze,
until the early evening, when the plain once more may stand at ease.
...and here is a harvest mouse 😊 (image from Wikipedia),
Hi Phee really lovely. Shows how well you observed nature to be able to picture that in your mind and transfer into words that others may see the same Stay safe, celtic
The Tena Lady
She would always dread parties or theatre trips,
how can you go there with a bladder that drips?
On days out shopping oh what a to do,
finding a route that includes every loo!
Her handbag contained six pairs of clean knickers,
but opening it up would give her the jitters!
But then she found something that saved her sanity
and helped her preserve a little vanity.
She now keeps a package so tiny and neat
a pretty silk bag, small and discreet.
It holds Tena Lady with odour control
so she now visits friends, achieves every goal.
She goes to the pictures, to picnics, to parties.
She mixes with folk who are real arty fartys.
She also plays hockey and netball and tennis,
and has plans to travel to Rome and to Venice.
So dear ladies, don't stay home crying,
it's Tena Lady you should be buying
Kath, you should send that to Tena 😂
celtic, many thanks for your kind words. Unfortunately my work keeps me busy most of the time, but something I really enjoy outside office hours is listening to music, seeing things in my mind, and writing about them.
I also write about various real-life experiences, often to cheer myself up. Earlier this year I wrote a poem about managing, finally, to get permission for an accessible shower. (It was the word 'loo' in Kath's piece that reminded me of this one 😊)
One day in May last year I bought a flat way out of town --
it's in a sturdy tower block of bricks, some red some brown;
there's level access in and after that a nifty lift,
and in my flat just one or two things that I need to shift.
I need to take the bath out, put a shower in instead;
I asked if I could do this. 'Yes,' the flats committee said,
but later on they changed their minds and made their answer 'No';
I asked them why I couldn't -- it was just cos they said so.
I kept on asking 'Why?', until they said perhaps I could --
I had to get an expert, a surveyor from the 'hood;
he came one Monday with his pen and clipboard, camera too,
took pictures of the bath and stuff, and peered behind the loo.
He sent his findings late on Thursday night, in a report --
it covered five whole pages, so it wasn't very short;
his costs weren't cheap, but it was worth the price I had to pay --
he says that I can have a bespoke low-rise shower tray!
Like that one Phee, yes surveyor's are rip off merchants, I had a lot of dealings with them before I retired,as I was a builder and in most case's could do the job without their help which I did in a lot of case's and there has been no trouble with my work , and I have been retired 20 years. take care celtic
Many thanks again, celtic 😊
This surveyor's hourly rate was £90. £90! Not only that, he took his time about things, let's say, so I did come over a bit shaky on receiving his invoice. I would've been happy not to have added these costs to all the work, but the committee claimed a survey was necessary... and in the fullness of time it emerged that they'd lost the original plans of the building (d'oh!).
A builder got involved when an interior wall started to collapse! Fortunately I didn't have to consult the committee about that part of the project and the builder put it back together again without making things complicated, which is always good 👍️
Have you written any poems about your building work? 🙂
No Phee not yet, maybe one day I will. I have a few more that I have saved copies but most of them have gone to the poetry heaven in the sky, for this reason my family asked me to find and save what I could, I did this and made a CD and gave a copy to my 3 daughters and grandchildren at the same time I wrote my memories down and had them printed so my future generations will be able to know who their ancestor was,as I am researching my family tree and have traced and confirmed my grandfathers 5 time removed I know nothing about them except my direct Grandad so I know now that this will not happen in my case, stay safe celtic
Well, I hope you will, celtic; I'm sure they'd be a good read 🙂
It's great that you've made a CD of your poems, and you've written down your memories. Stay safe yourself 🍀
Hi everyone hope your all well and if like me you having to stay in finding things to do can be hard, although I have a lot of hobbies, wood and stone carving and art among them, I do like to try other things, that is why I have come back to poetry, and thinking about writing more, I thought some of you may feel the same as I, so decided to ask if you would like to join me in writing a poem, I start the first few lines then anyone could write and add a few lines and if enough join in it would be interesting to see how it turns out. The following is my effort,
Come walk with me as I pass on by
To view the wonders of earth and sky
To gaze at sunsets and sunrise
While standing on the Bridge of Sighs.
over to you folk
It started in China - so they say,
The numbers are added to - every day.
Italy, Spain, and good old Blighty
it’s even spread to the US of A.
Families are parted,
can’t kiss or cuddle,
and any one poorly, or any great age
are anxious at all the rules and the muddle.
Self isolating and social distancing
these are the watchwords today.
But I won’t be scared as I’ve heard it said
that come Easter it’ll all go away.
BOOM BOOM ☺️
I hope you're okay and continuing to enjoy your hobbies. As I've mentioned elsewhere, I'm used to being indoors so I've been just getting on with things as usual! But for people who are generally able to get out and about, it must feel very weird at the moment.
Nice idea, a bit of co-writing. Here's your four lines followed by four from me:
Thus Celtic spoke -- and Phee wheeled up
with buttered bread and soup to sup,
for viewing's often hungry work
especially through the misty murk.
I often think it's nice to bring some snacks into a poem. What are we going to view, I wonder? 🤓(field glasses)
Great Phee that is fun, just what i hoped to see, lets hope more add their bit, we could end up with a best seller😂. It is hard not being able to go out but I have started to go for a 30 min walk each day when my knee allows me, I do miss my art group and a disabled club I help to run, but realise how lucky I am to have the family and friends who phone and Skype me, so I will get through it no matter how long it take, do you think that will happen before our poem is ended,🤔 stay safe celtic
Yes, here's hoping for a few more visitors, lured by the idea of a best seller 🤣
It's good that you've been able to keep up with the walking when possible, celtic. That's what I'd do, if I were able to walk. One of my neighbours has taken to pacing up and down the driveway every afternoon, and I've also been spotting a few people out walking, jogging, or cycling along the road. Today, though, I was mostly observing a male and female blackbird out foraging on the lawn for insects. Perhaps they've a few mouths to feed 🐣
Your clubs sound fun. I expect you're already looking forward to returning to them later this year (hopefully). I enjoy art too. I'm not very good at it, but I enjoy creating things using a software programme called 'ArtRage' and laughing at the results. I'm still in work (from home) at the moment, but if that changes I'll be spending a lot of time on various creative projects. Yes, it's good to keep in touch with people during these strange times 😊