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cathidaw
10-09-2008, 11:14 PM
ODE TO A CAR by a RED bycycle.
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kEEP AWAY FROM ME MY BIG BLACK FRIEND'
MY WHEELS ARE FRAGILE,SLIM.
I'M BEAUTIFUL, AND WANT TO KEEP
MY BODY NICE AND TRIM.


THE GLOSSY REDNESS OF MY FRAME,
AT PRESENT FREE FROM CHIPS.
MY BELL AND SEAT ARE SHINY YET.
DON'T BASH ME WITH YOUR HIPS.

DONT GET ME WRONG MY BIG BLACK FRIEND,
BECAUSE I LOVE YOU STILL.
BUT I REMEMBER THAT BAD DAY
YOU PUSHED ME DOWN A HILL

MY SPOKES WERE BENT AND OUT OF SHAPE,
MY HANDLEBARS SIDE PITCHED.
MY SEAT FELL OFF,,,MY DIGNITY
UPENDED IN A DITCH.
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ANSWER TO ODE.by black car.

DON'T BE AFRAID MYSLIMLINE FRIEND,
TAKE CARE OF YOU I WILL.
BUT PLEASE REMEMBER-I NEED SPACE
WHEN MOVING UP A HILL.

I'M BIG.I'M HANDSOME; SHINING BLACK.
A SHAPELY BODY TOO.
I TOO, REMEMBER THAT BAD DAY-
BUT HAD NO EYES FOR YOU.

APPEARING THERE IN FRONT OF ME
A SPORTS CAR ,SLEEK AND CURVY'
SUCH GENTLE LINES I'D NEVER SEEN.
MY WHEELS WENT TOPSY -TURVY.

I SWEAR MY ENGINE MISSED A BEAT
MY BODYWORK AQUIVER.
SO-LUCKY YOU, THERE WAS A DITCH,
IT COULD HAVE BEEN THE RIVER.

Gladys
11-09-2008, 12:06 AM
To Cathidaw,
A moment in time that to you was poor,
A ditch that along the road line was your saving door,
A side way out from a sleek sportscar,
Your sturdy bike; to a meek port of call,
For a fall it has caused you,you both are spared a big scar,
A tidy bit of life is cleaned up in this all.

Horrid thing, I hope you are alright.:)

Shizara
13-07-2011, 09:13 PM
It must be time to revive the poetry section...

cathidaw
21-09-2011, 03:37 PM
Shizara I agree with you.
Here is one of my favourites--not mine but Hillaire Belloc's:
Just feel the rythm.
Tarantella Do you remember an Inn,
Miranda?
Do you remember an Inn?
And the tedding and the bedding
Of the straw for a bedding,
And the fleas that tease in the High Pyrenees,
And the wine that tasted of tar?
And the cheers and the jeers of the young muleteers
(Under the vine of the dark veranda) ?
Do you remember an Inn, Miranda,
Do you remember an Inn?
And the cheers and the jeers of the young muleteers
Who hadn't got a penny,
And who weren't paying any,
And the hammer at the doors and the din?
And the hip! hop! hap!
Of the clap
Of the hands to the swirl and the twirl
Of the girl gone chancing,
Glancing,
Dancing,
Backing and advancing,
Snapping of the clapper to the spin
Out and in-
And the ting, tong, tang of the guitar!
Do you remember an Inn,
Miranda?
Do you remember an Inn?

Never more;
Miranda,
Never more.
Only the high peaks hoar;
And Aragon a torrent at the door.
No sound
In the walls of the halls where falls
The tread
Of the feet of the dead to the ground,
No sound:
But the boom
Of the far waterfall like doom.

Gladys
22-09-2011, 04:44 PM
Its a mixed up bag,

The wind, sun and rain,
Now it is the autumn lag
But still it remains the same.
The trees stand cloaked in leafy green,
Past time they were cowering choked of these.
The seasons have merged one to another
There's no reason for why they swing in to each other
Its just as the pendulum does.
The rages of wind and rain swept into sunshine again
The mayhem and bust
from rampages in nature's unfurling
As time passes by as sure as it must
The day carries on churning
and night time comes so fast
From childhood to teen and beyond
One or two may in time from this abscond
It's stages of life's circular cycle
Yet still the clock ticks on
The phases of our human debacle.

cathidaw
24-09-2011, 12:40 AM
We walk along the cliff tops in my dreams.
My love and I, so gently holding hands..
Surrounded only by the seabirds screams,
And seas below a- pounding on the sands…
I listen for your whispers in my dreams
And in the breeze that ruffles through my hair.
Your eyes I see in mystical sunbeams,
Which dance along the ripples in the streams.
So little time before you drift away.
This precious time, before the break of day

cathidaw
24-09-2011, 12:47 AM
I remember the privy at the end of the path
Its roof held together with cobwebs and lath
Twin seated it was, of old splintered wood
Quite why there were two was not understood.
Blistering paint on the handle free door
Crumbling bricks on the bare earthen floor
Damp newspaper squares on big the rusty nail
Carefully torn from an old Daily Mail.
We played hide and seek from this little room
Chanting loudly in the gloom
With sunbeams dancing through the gaps
Then ran out shouting, “Coming chaps”
Haunting evenings , full of sound
Walking up the dewy path, odd rustlings abound.
Scary moonlit monsters lurking in the trees
Hearts beating faster, a trembling at the knees.
Relief to reach that room at night, the candles in the jars
Looking upwards to the roof and gazing at the stars.
Time to ponder ,time to dream, a haven from outside.
Magical, in my memory-this place I used to hide

A PRIVY REMEMBERED

Shizara
24-09-2011, 08:55 PM
Beyond Beyond

To look beyond is to look into a well,
For what is there you cannot tell.
You cannot see what lies below
Or lies beyond where lillies grow.
To see beyond is to see behind,
There's so much there as you will find.
Perceive with eyes that are within,
But find them first, then you begin!
To sense beyond is to search your mind,
Climb the hill like stag or hind,
See what lies beyond the crest
Of mountains high and eagles nest.
To feel beyond, you need to see,
Keep your mind succinctly free
From thoughts of self, and selfish gain,
Now't lies there but hurt and pain.
To taste beyond, you need to feel,
Though what you feel becomes surreal.
With taste there is a pleasure deep,
A pinnacle, so slender, steep.
To look beyond what is beyond
Can give you peace, the world you abscond.
When beyond is what you truly see,
Then you have found what we have free!

Gladys
25-09-2011, 12:03 PM
Cathidaw- brilliant and Shizara- So very deeply profound. Excellent and Thank You.

cathidaw
15-05-2012, 10:35 PM
I dug deep and found this page from 2008, because last week I went to a poetry reading , and not one of them rhymed.actually some were so tedious and long i ALMOST YAWNED
I know there is wonderful blank verse, but I thought that at least one which rhymed wouldn't have hurt.
I thought I'd mention it but didn't like to upset anyone.
(Actually I was a coward.)
We could have favourites from members and liven us all up
I like John Masefield , and amongst others 2 favourites of mine are
Kubla KAN by coleridge
Tarantella by Hillaire Belloc
How does one upload to WOL SITE?

Shizara
30-05-2012, 11:23 AM
Well, if it is text you could simply copy/paste or there are buttons on here that might help with pointing to a url. If you get stuck, you can always send it to me and I will get it up.

rebbonk
30-05-2012, 04:16 PM
One of my favourites

The Charge of the Light Brigade - Alfred, Lord Tennyson

1.

Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
"Forward, the Light Brigade!
"Charge for the guns!" he said:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

2.

"Forward, the Light Brigade!"
Was there a man dismay'd?
Not tho' the soldier knew
Someone had blunder'd:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

3.

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.

4.

Flash'd all their sabres bare,
Flash'd as they turn'd in air,
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army, while
All the world wonder'd:
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right thro' the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reel'd from the sabre stroke
Shatter'd and sunder'd.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.

5.

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro' the jaws of Death
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.

6.

When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wondered.
Honor the charge they made,
Honor the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred.

Taken from here http://poetry.eserver.org/light-brigade.html

Shizara
02-06-2012, 11:47 AM
TOMORROW

What is tomorrow, when today is here
When today it seems like yesteryear?
When future is now today's reality,
Happiness and grief in perpetuity!
When tomorrow comes, it becomes today,
And the day that's gone, becomes yesterday.
Yet we only live one day at a time,
So why do we try, tall mountains to climb?
Tomorrow is dreams of things to come,
Reality to others, fantasy to some.
Promises and thoughts, so wistfully inclined,
Weaknesses and strengths, which need to be refined.
All the tomorrows haven't come as yet,
Remember that now, lest you mindfully forget.
There are many to come, though more for some,
Will you stop and listen, to a different drum?
Tomorrow hasn't come, make the most of today,
Don't grieve at the things others thoughtlessly say.
Take hold of the beauty and love that surrounds,
Tomorrow will come, it knowest no bounds!

(One of my efforts from many long years ago.)