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  • 2 months later...

I've been inspired to write a new poem, with a local bias......


Green and Blue


We met in Green and Blue

On a rainy day last June

You were after a nice red

To go with pasta, you said


'That's odd, so am I,' I lied -

Just to stay by your side

'Maybe a Chateau-Neuf-du-Pap...

Or a nice Merlot, perhaps'


We stared at the racks of red

In silence as we read,

Vaguely concious of the rain

Falling gently onto window pane.


And so, as grapes on the vine

Must be picked at the right time,

I knew my moment had come

To ask you the question...


'We could share....the bottle...I mean..'

(God, suddenly I felt fifteen)

Still staring at the racks

You smiled and said, 'perhaps..'

  • 2 weeks later...

My feet


My poor feet, they're always neglected -

Stand on them all day

Covered up and restricted

I hardly look at them

Just take them for granted.

Even in the shower

They get the least attention

If it wasn't for toe nails

To clip I'd never visit them!


And yet they're still faithful

And never let me down

No matter how badly treated

My feet wear the crown.

So please be upstanding

Whilst I solemnly declare

To all you good readers

That I love them, my pair.

  • 1 month later...

Some day I'd like to come and stay somewhere

Where I can sleep so I can stay alone

So when our dreams come out there

We can stay by the beach and alone some dreams come in to me

so now I'm alone


My daughter (age 6)


Should I be pleased or worried? She says she does not really want to be alone.

Thanks Eliza/Ted

She was hoping for some positive responses - so I will show her these in the morning. Ted - she did actually write it as a song and I suggested we could post it as a poem, so glad it reminded you of such a good song. I'll ask her to listen to this tomorrow. Mick.

What a lovely idea,a poetry corner.Poetry is so undervalued in these outward looking times.I've been writing for a few years now inspired by events and nature mostly,with no outlet,so here goes,this inspired by a 150 tear old tree in Crystal palace park & people i should have appreciated more|


Downed by the weight of trying to please us with its beauty

one of the giants of the park,a weeping Beech tree

gave up the effort last night,crashing to the ground.

Now it is our turn to weep for the loss of its glory.


Like the beauty of the people in our lives,

do we really appreciate them while they are here

or do we have to wait for them to come crashing down

to understand what we had and lost?


Season after season that tree gave freely

and all we did was take.

Our souls search for happiness

when the answers are all around;


The scent of a flower,a kind word,a helping hand,

a smile or word of encouragement

the changing colours of a weeping Beech tree.

All of these are free.


But are we free to receive them.

or indeed to understand their power when we give them

Live now Love now

Dont wait for them to fall



Perhaps i should stick to gardening,all thought good or bad welcome||

She whispered "will it hurt me"

"Of course not" answered he

"It's a very simple process

You can rely on me."


She said "I'm very frightened,

I've not had this before.

My friend has had it 5 times

And says it can be very sore."


It was growing rather painful

Tears formed in her eyes

It was hurting quite a bit now

It must have been quite a size.


"Calm yourself" he whispered

His face filled with a grin

"Try and open wider

So I can get it in."


"It's coming now" he whispered

"I know" she cried in bliss

Feeling it deep within her

She gasped "I'm glad I'm having this."


And with a final effort

She gave a frightened shout

He gripped it in anguish

And quickly pulled it out.


She lay back quite contented

Sighed and gave a smile

She said "I'm glad I came now

You made it worth my while."


Now if you read this carefully

The Dentist you will find

Is not what you imagined

It's just your dirty mind!

Jeremy Wrote:

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> Brendan Wrote:

> --------------------------------------------------

> -----

> > Every chair is unique

> > And the linen plastique

>

> I liked that bit.


---------------------------------


What more than the Ikea catalogue ?

Sarah J. Wrote:

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> A Sonnet For England

>

> In grey morning light the world was asleep,

> As the birds in the trees sang their bright song.

> The chill air grabbed hold and forced me to leap,

> Icy floor under foot, skipping along.

> Warm cosy kitchen, teakettle whistling,

> Rubbing the chilblains out of my fingers.

> The hairs on my arms, frightened and bristling,

> The smell of toast in the air still lingers.

> Tea in hand, toast on plate, I about face,

> Padding along bare foot back to my bed.

> Gardens, under a blanket of white lace,

> Cats persistently call out to be fed.

> The yellow sun glows low in the pale sky,

> I curl up happily in my bed, and sigh.


Pulling out my Rampant rabbit

Turning it to 5

  • 3 weeks later...

In Memory Of The Paris Commune, Born March 18, 1871,

and Died In June The Same Year


What wing?d shape, with waving torch aflame,

Wild with winds of March, and streaming hair

Above the storm clouds, doth to men declare

What message, and a memory doth claim?

A star through drifting smoke of praise and blame -

The toilers' beacon, still to re-appear

With spring-tide hopes new quickening year by year

Since bright in Freedom's dawn the COMMUNE came.


Maligned, betrayed, short-lived to act and teach,

Whose blood lies still upon the hands that slew:

E'en now, when Labour knocks upon the gate

That shuts on Privilege, He thinks of you,

And what men dared and suffered, and their fate

Who ruled a City, once, for all and each.


Walter Crane

I don't necessarily see the Commune(s) as a 21st century solution to our current crisis, but I'm all for more democratic participation by the citizenry; if this causes a belly laugh then chuckle away or, better still, rebut my political naivite' in lyrical form, for this is, after all, Poetry Corner!

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