Poems and Poetry

[Rincewind]

Easy

 

Star Crossbar Lovers

 

 Think of it like a bunch of City and Forest fans. One City bloke falls in love with a girl on Tinder only to find out she is a Forest fan. The other members of the supporters do not like it. The City fans  believe that the fan can do a lot better than a Championship level fan. There are a couple of arguments and the bloke is warned not to meet again but they do and decide o elope, The heads find out and decide to humt them down. A kindly Derby fan takes pity on the couple and allows them to stay at his place. The City fan having had a tough and stressfull day takes a couple of sleeping pills, The Forest fan having dozed wakes up to find her lover out of it and being a Forest fan thinks he has done himself in so she grabs the pill box and takes a handful then the City fan wakes up and does the same.

 

The next day they are found entwined in each others naked bodies. The leaders of the fans have a meeting and agree to be friends and meet after every City V Forest game.

After 10 years though City were still in the PL and Forest were in Div 2 so they never did have that pint.

The End

[Stadt]

Beautiful

[LCFC Rennie]

Easy

 

Star Crossbar Lovers

 

 Think of it like a bunch of City and Forest fans. One City bloke falls in love with a girl on Tinder only to find out she is a Forest fan. The other members of the supporters do not like it. The City fans  believe that the fan can do a lot better than a Championship level fan. There are a couple of arguments and the bloke is warned not to meet again but they do and decide o elope, The heads find out and decide to humt them down. A kindly Derby fan takes pity on the couple and allows them to stay at his place. The City fan having had a tough and stressfull day takes a couple of sleeping pills, The Forest fan having dozed wakes up to find her lover out of it and being a Forest fan thinks he has done himself in so she grabs the pill box and takes a handful then the City fan wakes up and does the same.

 

The next day they are found entwined in each others naked bodies. The leaders of the fans have a meeting and agree to be friends and meet after every City V Forest game.

After 10 years though City were still in the PL and Forest were in Div 2 so they never did have that pint.

The End

Looking at the grade boundaries now, definitely an A*

[leicsmac]

Something for today.

 

Two Minutes

For two minutes silence falls
Across busy squares and sombre halls

For two minutes a country bows its head
Lost in thought for those long dead

For two minutes people pause
And wonder in quiet on a common cause

For two minutes the bells will toll
With the notes of freedom not yet stole

For two minutes reflect on blood, loss and pain
So that now we may say, "Never Again."

For two minutes keep in mind
Those who Death chose to leave behind

And for two minutes, forever let it be known
To guarantee our future, they willingly gave their own.

Lest We Forget.

[Rincewind]

Here's my contribution

 

Ceasefire

Hands across a tableCeasefire agreedThe dove of peace sings For a day,two maybe.Then a shotA child lay dead.A mother weepsThe dove flies away.Hands across a tableCeasefire agreed.

[Rincewind]

Just seen this on PoetrySoup, the site I use. Iys a tribute to John Lennon. Its a little long so will just put the link for now. The poem can be posted if others want to see it.

 

http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/john_lennon_614498

[cambridgefox]

Here's my contribution

 

Ceasefire

Hands across a table

Ceasefire agreed

The dove of peace sings

For a day,two maybe.

Then a shot

A child lay dead.

A mother weeps

The dove flies away.

Hands across a table

Ceasefire agreed.

Ken,English was never my strongpoint especially when you had to break down a piece of work and discuss.

Was the bloke taking a shot aiming for the dove,missed and hit the child?

[Rincewind]

Ken,English was never my strongpoint especially when you had to break down a piece of work and discuss.

Was the bloke taking a shot aiming for the dove,missed and hit the child?

I take it the comment was not 100% serious. Although I do tend to put unusual  slants in my work sometimes.

Poetry has a lot of imagery. The dove represents the time between peace has been agreed and the conflict starts again which can be never ending. A little pessimistic I know but that is how it seems to me sometimes with war.

[cambridgefox]

I take it the comment was not 100% serious. Although I do tend to put unusual  slants in my work sometimes.

Poetry has a lot of imagery. The dove represents the time between peace has been agreed and the conflict starts again which can be never ending. A little pessimistic I know but that is how it seems to me sometimes with war.

i was Ken,I do like a bit of poetry though,so do give your pieces a peruse .Thought a tad insensitive after I posted when I saw the date it was posted on.

[Vlad the Fox]

The Journey by Rabindranath Tagore

The morning sea of silence broke into ripples of bird songs; 

and the flowers were all merry by the roadside; 

and the wealth of gold was scattered through the rift of the clouds 

while we busily went on our way and paid no heed. 

We sang no glad songs nor played; 

we went not to the village for barter; 

we spoke not a word nor smiled; 

we lingered not on the way. 

We quickened our pace more and more as the time sped by. 

The sun rose to the mid sky and doves cooed in the shade. 

Withered leaves danced and whirled in the hot air of noon. 

The shepherd boy drowsed and dreamed in the shadow of the banyan tree, 

and I laid myself down by the water 

and stretched my tired limbs on the grass. 

My companions laughed at me in scorn; 

they held their heads high and hurried on; 

they never looked back nor rested; 

they vanished in the distant blue haze. 

They crossed many meadows and hills, 

and passed through strange, far-away countries. 

All honor to you, heroic host of the interminable path! 

Mockery and reproach pricked me to rise, 

but found no response in me. 

I gave myself up for lost 

in the depth of a glad humiliation 

---in the shadow of a dim delight. 

The repose of the sun-embroidered green gloom 

slowly spread over my heart. 

I forgot for what I had traveled, 

and I surrendered my mind without struggle 

to the maze of shadows and songs. 

At last, when I woke from my slumber and opened my eyes, 

I saw thee standing by me, flooding my sleep with thy smile. 

How I had feared that the path was long and wearisome, 

and the struggle to reach thee was hard!

[Buce]

When The Tigers Broke Free.

It was just before dawn

One miserable morning

In black '44.

When the forward commander

Was told to sit tight

When he asked that his men be withdrawn.

And the Generals gave thanks

As the other ranks

Held back the enemy tanks

For a while

And the Anzio bridgehead

Was held for the price

Of a few hundred ordinary lives.

And kind old King George

Sent Mother a note

When he heard that Father was gone.

It was, I recall

In the form of a scroll

With gold leaf and all.

And I found it one day

In a drawer of photographs

Hidden away.

And my eyes still grow damp

To remember his majesty signed with his own rubber stamp.

It was dark all around

There was frost on the ground

When the tigers broke free.

And no one survived

From the Royal Fusiliers, Company C.

They were all left behind

Most of them dead

The rest of them dying.

And that's how the High Command

Took my daddy from me.