That's lovely Stef, I just looked on PoemHunter for some more of hers and there are over a thousand! Amazingly prolific. I struggle with one a week!Quote:
Originally Posted by Stef F
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That's lovely Stef, I just looked on PoemHunter for some more of hers and there are over a thousand! Amazingly prolific. I struggle with one a week!Quote:
Originally Posted by Stef F
I was just thinking:
"I've not written a haiku
For quite a while now".
I have a bad case of haiku block :o Driving to and from work in the dark isn't helping :(
Haiku is a relaxed state of mind. It'll come back. :)Quote:
Originally Posted by Derby Tup
I'm just enjoying a load of John Cooper Clarke on youtube. I've never heard of him before until yesterday, but he's fantastic. Thanks for the introduction.
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Originally Posted by Stef F
Oooooo stef i really like this thank you :)
Me too:(Quote:
Originally Posted by Derby Tup
Best i can do tonight
Chasing a new job today, hope i can up the pace,
Feeling jaded, but i'll not quit,
One door shuts, another opens:)
Great stuff merry. Something will come up, it always does! ;)Quote:
Originally Posted by merrylegs
Good luck Merry!....i liked your haiku...i struggle with the form myselfQuote:
Originally Posted by Derby Tup
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Originally Posted by Derby Tup
Cheers you two, bad patch, struggle through it, character building;)Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
thats what i love about you, your resilience and positive mental attitude! :) onwards and upwards :)!Quote:
Originally Posted by merrylegs
Without the valleys there would be no hills.Quote:
Originally Posted by merrylegs
well said HHH :)Quote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
on courage...
I felt my life with both my hands
Emily Dickinson
I felt my life with both my hands
To see if it was there --
I held my spirit to the Glass,
To prove it possibler --
I turned my Being round and round
And paused at every pound
To ask the Owner's name --
For doubt, that I should know the Sound --
I judged my features -- jarred my hair --
I pushed my dimples by, and waited --
If they -- twinkled back --
Conviction might, of me --
I told myself, Take Courage, Friend --
That -- was a former time --
But we might learn to like the Heaven,
As well as our Old Home!
ps you were right HHH wore Emily was prolofic!
I want my Da-Da.
A fell is cousin of a holy shoe,
Cows make the upper for my supper,
Eat the eggs of the pom-pom tree,
So you can run fast like Alf Tupper.
Dark peak is a triangle hat you wear on your nose,
Scafell pike a very large fish that's swim to the sky,
When crossing a the haystacks put the needle in your toes,
Jump past the bog monster and run after cakes and pie.
Meet up with Joss Naylor and give him a hammer,
Run up to the start and then say ta-ta,
Give your computer a sandwich when you get a spammer,
Take me home i want to see my Da-Da.
This is special tri...i like :)Quote:
Originally Posted by tri-mind
Too true HHH;)Quote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
The flaw in Paganism
Drink and dance and laugh and lie,
Love, the reeling midnight through,
For tomorrow we shall die!
(But, alas, we never do.)
Dorothy Parker
Good morning all
HHH i enjoyed the paganism poem...nice...
Apologia
My life is too dull and too careful -
even I can see that:
the orderly bedside table,
the spoilt cat.
Surely I should have been bolder.
What could biographers say?
She got up, ate toast and went shopping
day after day?
Whisky and gin are alarming,
Ecstasy makes you drop dead.
Toy boys make inroads on cash
and your half of the bed.
Emily Dickinson, help me.
Stevie, look up from your Aunt.
Some people can stand excitement,
some people can't.
Connie Bensley
inky cormorant
stealthy harbinger of death
glides by, silently
Aye up
Liked the Connie Bensley, Freckle
Something new
There are two silver birch
at the bottom of the Garden.
Untidily set down in soil
where the water gathers.
They have to be cut down
Before they wreck the neighbours footings;
an opinion of my Fathers'.
But I shall wait for Winter
and the last mustard leaf, fallen,
and the garden birds, bored.
Have retired too little boxes,
which are fixed to gable walls.
Okay a risky one this. I've read the Hobbit over the years half a dozen times and the Lord of the Rings a gazzillion times (and yeah the films annoyed me for getting so much all wrong and for missing far too much out :rolleyes:) and the books are stuffed to the gunnels with poems written by Tolkien. The trouble is an awful lot of his poems go on and on and on 'a bit' and others wither on about deep lore whilst others still are written in a pretend language, which although atmospheric taken as part and parcel of the story, are in reality utter bollocks :D
So here's a token Tolkien compilation, hopefully missing out most of the crap...
Far over the Misty Mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away, ere break of day
To seek our pale enchanted gold
The wind was on the withered heath
But in the forest stirred no leaf
There shadows lay by night and day
And dark things silent crept beneath
The wind came down from mountains cold
And like a tide it roared and rolled
The branches groaned, the forest moaned
And leaves were laid upon the mould
The road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began
Now far ahead the road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can
Pursuing it with eager (weary) feet
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet
And whither then? I cannot say
Ho! Ho! Ho! to the bottle I go
To heal my heart and drown my woe
Rain may fall and wind may blow
And many miles be still to go
But under a tall tree I will lie
And let the clouds go sailing by
All that is gold does not glitter
Not all those who wander are lost
The old that is strong does not wither
Deep roots are not reached by the frost
From the ashes a fire shall be woken
A light from the shadows shall spring
Renewed shall be blade that was broken
The crownless again shall be king
So thats four poems (or excerpts from poems) that to me really resonate with my own mountain wanderings and a final one that is of course all about me :rolleyes:
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Originally Posted by Stolly
Wow! Stolly these are absoultely fab thank you so much for posting them...have you read beweoulf (probs spelt wrong)...there is a translation by semaus heaney, i wonder if it might be your thing...please post again soon :)
excellent work neil.......very evocative :) i read metaphor into everything these days and when i read it into this it is quite stunning :) thank youQuote:
Originally Posted by neil wootton
Oh my goodness, so much to catch up on!!!
I'm alive and well and in hot, sultry Mumbai. As promised, here are my first offerings:
arrival
yellow mumbai moon
on pavements, bodies sleep through
the sulphurous night
mumbai morning
river of traffic
above the shouting and horns
the hoarse rasp of crows
city
over each door way
marigolds and mango leaves
divali blessing
Just want to say a quick hello to you all and it is brilliant to read a selection of the last few days of poetry here. I am thinking of you and will keep up the haikus and poetry in a DT style posting as often as I'm able. xxx
Couple of poems from a published book of prose by students with a learning disability
I want
I want to go Swimming
I want to do sport
I want to do cooking
I want to do football
I want to have a kiss
I don't want to go on a plane
I don't want to eat chips
I don't want to drink beer
I don't want to have a fit.
Eugene Grice
In My Future
In my future
dark roses will bloom brighter
robins will sing their hearts out
grass will grow greener
sky will spread brighter blue
and the sea will stay warm and calm
In my future
the sun will blaze
like a golden fire
the stars will sparkle
like diamond rings
and I will have
all the love
and peace
and happiness
in the world
Stephanie Hunn
Excellent. I'm glad you arrived ok. I love the whole culture shock feeling. Both alert to the beauty and danger of it all. I can't believe you've found time for a haiku already. Great stuff. Have you decided where you are off to next?Quote:
Originally Posted by Hes
HHH
Lovely hiaku Hes! Look forward to further posts soon :cool:Quote:
Originally Posted by Hes
Hot and sultry eh?...good job I'm not there!....how fab to have yu back and with these wonderful haiku...they are so evocative, i love theimagery of marigolds and mango leaves on each door, feels like sucha world away from the north east...and a yellow mumbai moon...just gorgeous!!!!!...have fun Hes and looking forward to more posts! x:)Quote:
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Sweet :)Quote:
Originally Posted by Antisocial
I think its worth reading the poems with the knowledge that a lot of what is wished for in them is often unobtainable to people with a learning disability because of the barriers and lack of opportunities.Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
Also for some their world view in late teenage years becomes coloured by their past experience, what their life is already like or awareness what the future may hold - hence lines like "Dark roses will bloom brighter" or "not too have a fit". A lot of the poems in the book long for things that we take as day to day experiences or rights like living where we want, walking the dog, having a romance or being with friends.
Well said anti social and I hope my comment did not come across as trite as that was not how it was intended...having worked with this group before, and having colleagues who work in this area I understand what you are referring to both in terms of restricted opportunities and a sense of loss, interestingly I feel that those themes are very present in other disenfranchised groups,for example I see it a great deal with the elderly and those with mental health difficulties with whom I work (the lack of access to everyday activities for elderly people with mobility problems for example never ceases to amaze me and in many ways I believe we are an ageist society now...i could go on ....)...thank you again for posting a thought provoking set of poems and sensitive response :)Quote:
Originally Posted by Antisocial
Your reply was not trite, we all interpret things on the basis of our own experience and knowledge, I just thought it worth contextualising from mine, it may not have been where the authors were coming from when they wrote them.Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
This a poem from the same book that I read as uplifting, because it shines with pride and a sense of belonging.
Then and now
I used to do a paper round
in the cold dark and the wet and the snow and the eat
Now I work in a car shop
in the warm and dry.
I used to do a paper round
in the cold and the wet and the snow and the heat
and push the papers through the letter box
Some letter boxes bit me on my finger
Now I work in the car shop
in the warm and and dry
I check the tyres
and check the oil
and put the delivery in the right places
I used to do a paper round in the cold and the wet and the snow and the heat
I used to be lonely
with no-one to explain what to do
and no-one would show me work to do
I was by myself
Now I work in the car shop
in the warm and dry
I am not by myself
People talk to me and explain the work
and show me what to do
and help me if I get stuck.
Mark Dyson.
I really like that. That is what is great about poetry, that might not have worked as prose, but it is brilliant how it expresses such feeling.Quote:
Originally Posted by PaulS
Nice one Neil.Quote:
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Oh yes :D:D:D:DQuote:
Originally Posted by freckle
Superb - and for me the most meaningful line is...Quote:
Originally Posted by Stolly
'Not all those who wander are lost' - I've been wondering where that came from for some time. Cheers Stolly.
Some nonesense to start the night (Jabberwocky by Charles Dodgson)
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! and through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
Our friend in India.
Our friend has gone to a distant land,
We dearly miss her everyday,
Glad to hear it went as planned,
Enjoy the vibrant culture in every way.
We hope you enjoy it and have a ball,
Take in everything and return with an indian muse,
Were counting the days until you return to tell all,
Return with such wonderful inspiration and print with red,yellow and blues.
By Matt Harmston.
Excellent Tri-Mind.:)Quote:
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