Do any of you write poetry?

Gary O' said:
Wait, I recall another one;

(I tend to put my stuff in poster form)

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aaaand one with no rhyme.....just a bit of heart felt reason;

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Absolutely beautiful and such a brilliant way of presenting your poetry. This has inspired me. I wrote poetry many years ago and like most things in my life they have come to a halt but through this Forum I think I'm starting to get going again even if I'm just in the thinking stage. ☺Fantastic Gary O'
 

charry said:
Who knows what’s in a lifetime


Never you or I

Living each day as it comes along

And the years go passing by

Then out of the blue our biggest shock

Which nobody could foresee or like

Devastating our life style

A complete change for myself and hubby,

8yrs ago ,have passed since that sad day

But Mike and I have stayed strong

And conquered the demons before Us

Overcame the obstacles as they came along

And now as our love grows stronger

Working together as a team....
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PLAY IN THE DIRT
As you find yourself a little lonely, as you are getting up in years,
Perhaps a flower garden will help take away some tears.
Your coffers are a little low, but don‘t just sit and fret,
Plant yourself a garden, soon your troubles you will forget.
Plant a few tomatoes, propped up with a stick,
Don’t forget chives, garlic or onions, they help you not get sick.
Have a patch of peas and for-get-me-not’s, next to the beans,
A good sharp hoe to lean on is helpful by all means.
Adding a few flowers in the vegetable row,
Will assure there will be some color when it’s starts to snow.
Right there with the marigolds, mix a tater plant or two.
A rutabaga or parsnip will add great taste to any stew.
Better plant a peony and clematis, that grows on a vine,
Gives your garden color, which will help you not to pine.
Plant a few cucumbers and squash, pansy’s in a row,
And lots and lots of zinnia’s for they are easiest to grow.
When you find yourself a fretting, because you move not so fast,
Plant yourself a garden it will help the summer last.
Ronald J. Curell
 
Along long time ago, I had to attend a meeting at 4 PM every Friday to discuss Integrated Logistics Support (ILS) matters,. The meeting normally ran on for an hour and a half, and were boring. To pass the time, a number of us started writing doggerel. It always started off with "Another ILS meeting..." and went on from there. I worked with a man named Bill Knight, who was somewhat of a BS artist. My lines went like this:
Bill Knight has shining armor
And he smells like a rose
I stand smelling like a farmer
Covered with the manure he throws
 
Yes. I wrote a Poem titled - Never Give Up". My brother was a singer but never recorded anything. However he made a song from my poem. My poem was also published in a book. This was many years ago... not sure what happened to that book :unsure:
 
Gaer said:
Come on, Jerryold and Gary O', and anyone else who writes poetry. Would you please post it here? This is a perfect time to write poetry! We would all love to read it!
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Hi Gaer, how are you? :D

Decades ago I used to fool around with poetry, but haven't even thought about it in years. Here's a limerick I just whipped up:

I once knew a gal named Mary
Who had a sweet sis named Kari
We all jumped in bed
And Kari she said
It's you who I want to marry!
 
Old Dummy said:
Hi Gaer, how are you? :D

Decades ago I used to fool around with poetry, but haven't even thought about it in years. Here's a limerick I just whipped up:

I once knew a gal named Mary
Who had a sweet sis named Kari
We all jumped in bed
And Kari she said
It's you who I want to marry!
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Hi! Glad to see you're in good spirits!
 
Not my work of course, (and a very challenging subject):

No Enemies

By Charles Mackay
(English Chartist poet, 1814–1889)

YOU have no enemies, you say?
Alas! my friend, the boast is poor;
He who has mingled in the fray Of duty,
that the brave endure,
Must have made foes! If you have none,
Small is the work that you have done.
You’ve hit no traitor on the hip,
You’ve dashed no cup from perjured lip,
You’ve never turned the wrong to right,
You’ve been a coward in the fight
 
My wife and I watched a peaceful movie about a poet the other night called Patterson about a bus driver in Patterson, NJ who writes poetry. It's a bit of a character study of the main character, also named Patterson -- played by Adam Driver, and was like a little vacation from these dark times.

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Irwin said:
My wife and I watched a peaceful movie about a poet the other night called Patterson about a bus driver in Patterson, NJ who writes poetry. It's a bit of a character study of the main character, also named Patterson -- played by Adam Driver, and was like a little vacation from these dark times.

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Thanks for the tip @Irwin, I've put it on my Amazon Prime watch list..love your description of it and just what we need right now.
 
(Written by a grandparents rights campaigner)

APART

“This is your grandchild”
I remember you say
“You’re part of his life now
in every way.”

So why did you take him
and tear me apart?
You walked from my son
but took also my heart.

I know he is growing,
I’m told that it’s so,
but nothing of me
will he grow up to know.

Whatever has happened
‘tween you and my son
was that really reason
to do what was done?

I cannot make contact,
The law makes it so,
but I’m hurting to be there
my grandchild to know.

So please, if you read this,
think not of my son
but of loving grandparents
who’d bring so much fun

To the child you delivered
and then took away.
I pray that we’ll meet soon
and again hear you say -

“you’re part of his life now in every way”
 
I only have about 150 in my Cannon. Have written many more, but some seemed to have just vanished over the years. For many years depression was a barrier to creativity, but I am just starting to write again. Here is one of my favorite ones, simple, quaint, prophetic.

That house at the top of that hill

That house at the top of that hill
Was cursed with no love to live there.
It's life is tragic, sadder still,
It's cupboards of love are always bare.

It's mail box read "Occupant".
The path to the door read "Lonely Lane".
It's door mat read "Need love, no rent",
And a Heart sat on the window pane.

Daily visitors come to mend
Those never loved, or maybe once.
Blown there by a crying wind
Then forgotten there ever since.

That house, not it's own Mausoleum
With a furnished chapel for prayer,
Known as "Broken Hearts Lyceum"
With many registered there.

Now a state Historical site
And on the World Heritage list,
For hearts that loved, or thought they might
A home to rest is all they wished
 
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I just finished writing this, perhaps not my best work, but given my present state of mind, it brings comfort and hope.

Walk with me
Under this shrouded
Caul of night, caressed
By memories of forgotten
Stars whispering
Above the gravid trees,
While, drunk beneath our
Feet, tender grass threads
Tiny fingers within the
Scented breath of Gaia’s
Love. Oh, my beloved, breathe
Deep this promise, like a
Fond forgotten joy,
Unearthed in the greening call
Of Spring!
 
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Gaer said:
All my poetry is on loose scraps of paper,thrown in boxes with art sketches, but I found a couple. Don'tknow if they are any good.

Live gently.
Be tickled at the whisperings
softly flowing from your soul.
Brush the subtle delicateness
so deep within your
tenderest dreams.
Can you feel the quiet
purr of peace
that charms you with the
glow of love
and drifts you into esctasy?
Amongst the flush of lovely silence
blows the breath
of all existence.

I'll wait on the other one.
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Beautiful - gentle, emotional but grounded in the moment. This poem teleported me to a sunny spring morning. Nice work and thank you for sharing.
 
I joined a poetry group during my Reddit days. I wrote two poems, this is my second. I had just finished Mantel's book Bring Up the Bodies so I was well immersed in Tutor history.


The Execution of Anne Boleyn

This pale star, our regal lamb
Lights the ancient fort
The grim herd face this soft flame
In this muddy port

Tenant crows recite crude prayers
On this dreadful hour
Silence is our mere refrain
Tethered near this tower

Stripped of gold, mantled white on
Stage of pine and dust
Her blind guest – the Eastern sword
Waits with unsheathed lust

The royal crown falls to earth
None hear her last breath
Tender breeze holds echo high
To spite humbled death
 
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My first poem.

A Winter Dirge
Beyond the yoke of
Lenten rum
Bright judgement waits with
Beating drum

Perched on brows appear
Ashen cross
As dreamers march in
Futile loss

The shredded dawn bleeds
Through the trees
Lank limbs sway in the
Silent breeze

The sacred hour passed
All is still
None shall rise before
Winter kill
 
Shalimar said:
I just finished writing this, perhaps not my best work, but given my present state of mind, it brings comfort and hope.

Walk with me
Under this shrouded
Caul of night, caressed
By memories of forgotten
Stars whispering
Above the gravid trees,
While, drunk beneath our
Feet, tender grass threads
Tiny fingers within the
Scented breath of Gaia’s
Love. Oh, my beloved, breathe
Deep this promise, like a
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A fine poem. The first read sets the mood and subsequent reads (each slower than the last) savors your words and phrases. Very creative, light yet emotional. You are an accomplished wordsmith. Thank you for sharing your work.
 
I'm not a poet but I've written dozens of rhymes for my kids and grandkids.
Like this one...

Atop a mountain or in the dell
A fairy comes to ring her bell

The bell warns children in their beds
Shut your eyes, don’t raise your heads

Don’t look at me when I come creeping
Let me think that you’re still sleeping

I come to trade your tooth for money
But if you peek, the deal’s off, Honey.
 
Murrmurr said:
I'm not a poet but I've written dozens of rhymes for my kids and grandkids.
Like this one...

Atop a mountain or in the dell
A fairy comes to ring her bell

The bell warns children in their beds
Shut your eyes, don’t raise your heads

Don’t look at me when I come creeping
Let me think that you’re still sleeping

I come to trade your tooth for money
But if you peek, the deal’s off, Honey.
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Nice work!
 

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