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- Wed Oct 14, 2020 4:52 am
- Forum: Post Your Poems
- Topic: Never grow bitter
- Replies: 9
- Views: 4151
Never grow bitter
Not a new one, but... Never grow bitter Bare feet, faded denims, long straight black hair turning prematurely grey. A waist-high Irish Wolfhound stands placidly alongside. Leashed on a thick rope, with a leather bound loop around her skinny wrist, jostling for space with blue beads and a well worn ...
- Sun Oct 04, 2020 4:53 am
- Forum: Post Your Poems
- Topic: Legacy
- Replies: 4
- Views: 2317
Re: Legacy
The really worthwhile things rarely are
- Sat Oct 03, 2020 6:13 am
- Forum: Post Your Poems
- Topic: Brighton
- Replies: 5
- Views: 2959
Re: Brighton
It would be a sad world if writers/poets had no time for 'people watching' or worse still no 'others' to watch. I last visited Brighton 20 years ago, and, despite having been a seaside resort for many many years the place had something of a Brigadoon quality about it. It's quite easy to believe it...
- Sat Oct 03, 2020 6:04 am
- Forum: Post Your Poems
- Topic: Poem for a friend
- Replies: 3
- Views: 2097
Re: Poem for a friend
Goodbye poems to friends aren't meant to be polished perfection. Feelings aren't always tidy. I wrote one a few years back for my oldest friend who committed suicide and left a lot of questions. But it helps to say goodbye in our own way. ...decades of you embedded in our DNA. Too tight to be unra...
- Sat Oct 03, 2020 5:55 am
- Forum: Post Your Poems
- Topic: Alone
- Replies: 5
- Views: 2828
Re: Alone
Dave, The sense of isolation is palpable, and the window stands in well for the invisible barrier of loss between the narrator and the rest of the world. A writer could waste a thousand words trying to convey that gulf, or alternatively capture it in a few. I think the 'long' is a useful metaphor...
- Sat Oct 03, 2020 5:41 am
- Forum: Post Your Poems
- Topic: Legacy
- Replies: 4
- Views: 2317
Re: Legacy
I like this. It made me think about the legacy I'll be leaving. Financially, probably not much. Hopefully enough to put me away decently without my girls having to pay for it. Anything beyond that they can share out as they see fit. I think my real legacy will be the bright and curious minds of ...
- Sat Oct 03, 2020 3:15 am
- Forum: Post Your Poems
- Topic: Welcome to The Colm, Dan, Dave, Dylan, Gyppo, Linda, Phil & Tracy Show
- Replies: 10
- Views: 5236
Re: Welcome to The Colm, Dave, Dylan and Phil Show
Hi, Chaps. I'm still around, but haven't been feeling very poetic lately. Quite a bit of other stuff going on. ===== The neighbour's dog is so damned wet he doesn't even bark, and the rain-sodden finches in the tree are building a bloody ark. My Muse has gone canoeing slaloming through the weeds sh...
- Thu Jul 02, 2020 12:20 pm
- Forum: Post Your Poems
- Topic: starting handle
- Replies: 8
- Views: 5014
Re: starting handle
Dad understood marine steam engines, both coal and oil fired, but didn't have the same understanding of what he cheerfully referred to as Infernal Combustion Engines. It sometimes really threw him when a bike which had worked perfectly the night before wouldn't start in the morning. I would say th...
- Thu Jul 02, 2020 6:32 am
- Forum: Post Your Poems
- Topic: starting handle
- Replies: 8
- Views: 5014
Re: starting handle
Dave, I really like this father and son moment. The father, livid that a mechanical thing is defying him. Seeing his son is frightened by this primal outrage, then calming down enough to try again in a more civilised way. I can vividly picture the son, glad his father avoided an explosion, and the ...
- Thu Jul 02, 2020 6:18 am
- Forum: Post Your Poems
- Topic: When Eve flipped the tarot
- Replies: 5
- Views: 3494
Re: When Eve flipped the tarot
Phil, glad you enjoyed it.
Dave, I shall very likely give this one a little polish after it's sat for a while. Your comments about where this might take place are appreciated. My subconscious is working on it even as I type.
Cheers,
Gyppo
Dave, I shall very likely give this one a little polish after it's sat for a while. Your comments about where this might take place are appreciated. My subconscious is working on it even as I type.
Cheers,
Gyppo