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General Discussion => This 'n' That => Topic started by: Hannah on July 07, 2012, 11:07:35 AM

Title: Poets Corner
Post by: Hannah on July 07, 2012, 11:07:35 AM

Hope this thread goes down well.

We can all turn a few words into something funny, wise or profound so I thought to start this for our mutual encouragement.

Add whatever you like...just have fun! This is entitled, "All in Good Time!"

Walk the
race of life
with me!

Amble in the slow lane
 and resist
all overtaking!

A shorter stride
means you
won't
need those distance lenses!

See the
bigger picture
and reject those
nasty little snap shots!

Live in
forward gear
but coast occasionally…

life should be fun!

Title: Re: Poets Corner
Post by: Taz2 on July 07, 2012, 12:25:42 PM

We did have a thread running on poetry Hannah - I think it got lost but here it is http://www.menopausematters.co.uk/forum/index.php/topic,8181.msg234418.html#msg234418 

Taz x

Title: Re: Poets Corner
Post by: Hannah on July 07, 2012, 01:11:59 PM

Is the original thread for our favourite poems or poems we have written ourselves?

Hannah x

Title: Re: Poets Corner
Post by: Taz2 on July 07, 2012, 02:25:53 PM

I just thought that Hannah might have missed our poetry thread and that she might get enjoyment from what has already been posted.

Taz x

Title: Re: Poets Corner
Post by: Hannah on July 07, 2012, 04:12:31 PM

Lovely idea! Am perusing previous posts on "My favourite poems" wth pleasure!  8) althugh I hope to see some "home grown" work here very soon!  ;D

Hannah x

Title: Re: Poets Corner
Post by: Taz2 on July 07, 2012, 04:25:12 PM

Was it Yogini who used to write us a poem a week?

Taz x

Title: Re: Poets Corner
Post by: Hannah on July 09, 2012, 09:31:39 AM

A fresh offering for the week: Me, Myself and I

I walked to the edge of the world one day
my reflection my shadow and me
I packed a big trunk, that held all my junk
and even my favourite flea!

I ran to the edge of the world one day
my socks, my trainers and me
I climbed a big hill, and felt very ill
and was sick in my handkerchiefs, three!

I swam to the edge of the world one day
my flippers my snorkel and me
I passed a big fish, with a tail like a dish
and he gave it to me for free!

I skipped to the edge of the world one day
my rope,  my hairbrush and me
I found a big bath, underneath a giraffe
and sat in it carefully!
                               
I hopped to the edge of the world one day
my gloves, and my scarf and me
I went through a hoop, and a bowl full of soup
and discovered a giant size key!
                           
I jumped to the edge of the world one day
my bucket my spade and me
I built a big house, that looked like a mouse
and ate bacon and mushrooms for tea!

I flew to the edge of the world one day
my glasses, my bonnet and me
I twisted and turned, and jumped over burns
leaving footprints, that no-one could see!

Title: Re: Poets Corner
Post by: Taz2 on July 30, 2012, 11:11:32 AM

I have been sent this one today and I quite like it

Where there are shadows, There is light,
Like a planet divided by land and sea,
Where there is light, there is shadow,
Each a beauty in it's own,
Do not search a world of light without shadows,
Try if you wish but you will not find it.
When you love the light in a person,
You also love the shadow too,
Like a full moon,
It's beauty will manifest in the darkness of the night,
and beautiful soft shadows thus formed by it's golden light.

Taz x

Title: Re: Poets Corner
Post by: Hannah on July 30, 2012, 03:34:43 PM

Very deep Taz2!!

After watching Donovan and listening to his philosophy on life and gifts and stuff, I have decided to name myself a poet!! LOL!  ;D

Hannah x

Title: Re: Poets Corner
Post by: Taz2 on September 02, 2012, 10:07:36 AM

A friend has just sent me this.  The last two lines are so true!!

Another year has passed
BY KEMAS ANTONIUS DECEMBER 4, 2010

Another year has passed,
and we're all a little older
Last summer felt hotter,
and winter seems much colder

I rack my brain for happy thoughts,
to put down on my pad
But lots of things that come to mind,
just make me kind of sad

I used to look forward to Christmas Day,
But now the bills I can not pay

There was a time not long ago,
when life was quite a blast
Now I fully understand,
about “Living in the Past”

We used to go to friends' homes,
football games and lunches
Now we go to therapy, to hospitals,
and after-funeral brunches

We used to have hangovers,
from parties that were gay
Now we suffer body aches,
and sleep the night away

We used to go out dining,
and couldn't get our fill
Now we ask for doggie bags,
come home and take a pill

We used to often travel,
to places near and far
Now we get backaches,
from riding in the car

We used to go out shopping,
for new clothing at the mall
But, now we never bother…
all the sizes are too small

That, my friend is how life is,
and now my tale is told
So, enjoy each day and live it up…
before you are too old!

Taz x

Title: Re: Poets Corner
Post by: Suzi Q on September 02, 2012, 11:40:35 AM

I see my life as a thread a thread that goes on
Life is eternal and we wait to see whats to come

Children love games toys endless days
Days that seem so long as a child
Go so quick as we age
Time becomes an enemy not a friend

Still things to do things to see
We spend time with friends family and know we are lucky
We look at people in the street wondering what they are thinking
What their lives are like

I look at babies and think when they are 25 I will be 80
Remember when you looked at old people as a teenager
Now you think back how did it happen when did I grow old

I ask myself as I look at my son now 38 knowing that one day I wont be here
Will he like me think of me like I do of my MUM
Will he regret things not said or done I hope not

Life is a mystery so beautiful yet so cruel
Why do bad things happen to good people
Knowone knows all we can do is live life
Be kind be good think of life as a gift and cherish it

As son wrote in a letter to me" I look at a darken sky and inside know one sees me cry"

Title: Re: Poets Corner
Post by: Taz2 on March 04, 2014, 05:03:02 PM

We've been talking about Rupert Brooke on another thread and it has reminded me of this one. It reminds us about love being really passionate in the beginning but how it can develop into kindliness as the years pass by.


Kindliness by Rupert Brooke


When love has changed to kindliness --
Oh, love, our hungry lips, that press
So tight that Time's an old god's dream
Nodding in heaven, and whisper stuff
Seven million years were not enough
To think on after, make it seem
Less than the breath of children playing,
A blasphemy scarce worth the saying,
A sorry jest, "When love has grown
To kindliness -- to kindliness!"...
And yet -- the best that either's known
Will change, and wither, and be less,
At last, than comfort, or its own
Remembrance. And when some caress
Tendered in habit (once a flame
All heaven sang out to) wakes the shame
Unworded, in the steady eyes
We'll have, -- that day, what shall we do?
Being so noble, kill the two
Who've reached their second-best? Being wise,
Break cleanly off, and get away.
Follow down other windier skies
New lures, alone? Or shall we stay,
Since this is all we've known, content
In the lean twilight of such day,
And not remember, not lament?
That time when all is over, and
Hand never flinches, brushing hand;
And blood lies quiet, for all you're near;
And it's but spoken words we hear,
Where trumpets sang; when the mere skies
Are stranger and nobler than your eyes;
And flesh is flesh, was flame before;
And infinite hungers leap no more
In the chance swaying of your dress;
And love has changed to kindliness.

Rupert Brooke

Title: Re: Poets Corner
Post by: oldsheep on March 06, 2014, 11:27:36 AM

2 American poems that I've always loved

"Hope" is the thing with feathers


"Hope" is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops—at all

And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm

I've heard it in the chillest land
And on the strangest Sea
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb—of Me.

Emily Dickinson

and
The Road Not Taken, by Robert Frost

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.