Today's poet

Senility.

If for one day i was me,
I'd laugh at life's absurdities,
That just when you find you've mastered it,
Your mind and talents go bit by bit,
Time plays tricks on my poetry,
My joy of words has gone from me.

By Matt Harmston.

Quote:

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Originally Posted by tri-mind

Senility.

If for one day i was me,
I'd laugh at life's absurdities,
That just when you find you've mastered it,
Your mind and talents go bit by bit,
Time plays tricks on my poetry,
My joy of words has gone from me.

By Matt Harmston.

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tri - I liked that. And am reminded of the Terry Pratchet interviews that have been in the press today and recently.

Thanks OW. I just called it senility but really a whole host of mental illness could be covered.I think Pratchett as a point he just wants to die with dignity and his idea for assisted suicide sounded wise.

Ah, the moon, which rose to the sky
is not the same that saw you
to be born of my arms
the night falls on our love
and now remains only, of the love,
one word—goodbye

Ah, willing to stay
but having to go away
ah, love is to go and die
throughout life
it is to reflect in the tear
the brief moment
from a pure star
whose light died

Oh woman, star shining
break down, but before you go away
tear out my heart
drive the talons into my breast in pain
and vanishes in blood all our love
everything an illusion

Ah, wanting to stay
but having to go away
ah, how loving is to go and die
throughout life
it is reflecting in the tear
the brief moment
from a pure star
whose light died
in a dark night
sad like me…

SERENADE TO FAREWELL VINICUS DE MORAES

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Originally Posted by Hes

That's lovely and fits the theme of this by Keats:
John Keats - To Solitude

O solitude! if I must with thee dwell,
Let it not be among the jumbled heap
Of murky buildings; climb with me the steep,—
Nature's observatory—whence the dell,
Its flowery slopes, its river's crystal swell,
May seem a span; let me thy vigils keep
'Mongst boughs pavillion'd, where the deer's swift leap
Startles the wild bee from the fox-glove bell.
But though I'll gladly trace these scenes with thee,
Yet the sweet converse of an innocent mind,
Whose words are images of thoughts refin'd,
Is my soul's pleasure; and it sure must be
Almost the highest bliss of human-kind,
When to thy haunts two kindred spirits flee.

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Good one Hes :cool: I am a big fan of Keats. 'La Belle dame sans merci' is my favourite :D

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Originally Posted by tri-mind

Senility.

If for one day i was me,
I'd laugh at life's absurdities,
That just when you find you've mastered it,
Your mind and talents go bit by bit,
Time plays tricks on my poetry,
My joy of words has gone from me.

By Matt Harmston.

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Very good Tri. I enjoyed that one :)

Alf, Star Trek IV Spock talking to kirk on bus quote. I am a trek fan are you ?.
If so what did you think of the new one ?.

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Originally Posted by tri-mind

Alf, Star Trek IV Spock talking to kirk on bus quote. I am a trek fan are you ?.
If so what did you think of the new one ?.

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Not sure if I should own up to that :o

It was in the pickup coming back from the Cetacean Institute in Sausalito.

I liked it but II and IV and 1st Contact still my favourites. My daughter bought me the Blue Ray set for Christmas containing II, III, IV :D

Keep up the Poetry (all of you) as I am really enjoying it.

That is fabulous, and if I was going to have to choose one to read out out at the FPS first meet, that would have to be on the list.

Some poems just sound so much better when read out loud. Give it a go!

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Originally Posted by Derby Tup

Ah, the moon, which rose to the sky
is not the same that saw you
to be born of my arms
the night falls on our love
and now remains only, of the love,
one word—goodbye

Ah, willing to stay
but having to go away
ah, love is to go and die
throughout life
it is to reflect in the tear
the brief moment
from a pure star
whose light died

Oh woman, star shining
break down, but before you go away
tear out my heart
drive the talons into my breast in pain
and vanishes in blood all our love
everything an illusion

Ah, wanting to stay
but having to go away
ah, how loving is to go and die
throughout life
it is reflecting in the tear
the brief moment
from a pure star
whose light died
in a dark night
sad like me…

SERENADE TO FAREWELL VINICUS DE MORAES

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I read it out loud prior to posting HHH:)

Apparently he had eight wives and drank himself to death. Makes old Pablo look a saint :eek: