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    ODE TO A CAR by a RED bycycle.
    ,,,,
    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.
    ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

    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.
    Last edited by cathidaw; 16-09-2008 at 06:33 PM. Reason: missed comma

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    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.

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    It must be time to revive the poetry section...
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    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.
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    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.

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    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

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    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
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    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!
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    Cathidaw- brilliant and Shizara- So very deeply profound. Excellent and Thank You.

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    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?
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    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.
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    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

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    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.)
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