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Summer Holiday

Summer Holiday

 

Summer the season of the sun

Holidays breaks on your mind
All the kids having lots of fun
Parents walking on the warm sand
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Ice cream melting down your arm
Cold drinks taken by the bottle
Sun cream protect you from harm
While kids build a sandcastle
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Walking round the resort at night
Enjoying the cool evening breeze
Taking in all the local sights
Temperatures still twenty degrees
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The beach is the plan for the day
Getting the sand between your toes
Looking out across the bay
Spots a dolphin there she blows
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The summer holiday is at it’s end
Bags packed reluctantly ready for home
All postcards have been written and sent
Roll on for next summer to come

Unknown Author

Sunrise

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I watched the sun arising
Within the morning sky
A chilly breeze caressed my face
As the shadows of the sun passed by

All was quiet and peaceful
As I felt the warmth upon my face
I was in oar at the reflections
As they danced all over the place

As the sun arose in all its glory
Clouds of fluffy white appeared
Drifting slowly across the sun
Not a sound could be heard

I found all this very relaxing
Because we take nature for granted
We can sometime forget
At the beauty she has planted

It instils the very soul with energy
It opens our very censors to see
With a sense of clear vision
Without nature it just would not be

Malcolm G Bradshaw

Sunday Afternoon

 

Jan 1 (5)

 

I walk to find

 Peace of mind

By the water’s edge,

River bursting from the rain

Still it feels the same

White feathered friends

Swim by my side

Like a dedicated friend, one so kind

Creating ripples, causing no harm

Creating ripples of calm

A window of still life

Walking by the waters side

A gust of wind now picks up my hair,

I’m in a place where I really don’t care

We should all take the time

To go somewhere tranquil

To find  peace of mind

 

Gillian Sims

Under Shelley’s hat

 

Shelley wrote his famous sonnet*

In just twenty minutes flat

That’s some going, it’s impressive.

Wish I wore the Shelley hat.

I’d knock sonnets out in dozens

They’d come pouring from my pen.

Poetic industry would flourish:

Wonders, time and time again.

Ballads, odes and the odd haiku,

Watch them dancing on the page.

All my own and all the rage.

But this, alas, is a mere day dream

Imagination all askew.

Random rhyme, no similes,

No metaphors, I ask you!

Poet manqué, you’re a has-been.

Go find something else to do.* Ozymandias.

By Ron Gardner

When You Are Old by William Butler Yeats -YOUR FAVOURITE POEM

William Butler Yeats was the most famous Irish poet of all time, and his poems of unrequited love for the beautiful and dangerous revolutionary Maud Gonne helped make her almost as famous as he was in Ireland. The first poem below is Yeats’ loose translation of a Ronsard poem, in which Yeats imagines the love of his life in her later years, tending a waning fire. The second poem, “The Wild Swans at Coole” is surely one of the most beautiful poems ever written, in any language.

When You Are Old

by William Butler Yeats

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

The Wild Swans at Coole
by William Butler Yeats

The trees are in their autumn beauty,
The woodland paths are dry,
Under the October twilight the water
Mirrors a still sky;
Upon the brimming water among the stones
Are nine and fifty swans.

The nineteenth Autumn has come upon me
Since I first made my count;
I saw, before I had well finished,
All suddenly mount
And scatter wheeling in great broken rings
Upon their clamorous wings.

I have looked upon those brilliant creatures,
And now my heart is sore.
All’s changed since I, hearing at twilight,
The first time on this shore,
The bell-beat of their wings above my head,
Trod with a lighter tread.

Unwearied still, lover by lover,
They paddle in the cold,
Companionable streams or climb the air;
Their hearts have not grown old;
Passion or conquest, wander where they will,
Attend upon them still.

But now they drift on the still water
Mysterious, beautiful;
Among what rushes will they build,
By what lake’s edge or pool
Delight men’s eyes, when I awake some day
To find they have flown away?

YOUR FAVOURITE POEM SENT IN BY YOU

WHAT’S YOURS ?

 

 

Oh how I long to be touched all my life – Promote Yourself

woman and man

Oh how I long to be touched all my life I have wanted to be the only focus of someone’s only desire

The cool look down the nose the warm touch as if I were the only one in the world you wanted

You would look at me and wonder what I was thinking and really cared and gave me your full attention.

I sit lonely and waiting for you to show , for when you don’t the pain I will know

Lost an hurt the pain begins ,I just want to let love in

But for now the joy Is not to be , for there is no you so there is no we

My heart is yours and it is for you to take, let this dream continue and for me not to wake

My dream is of a love hat has no bounds ,a touch from you makes my heart pound

You touch my hand as to say come to me ,for in my dreams I cannot  see

My needs are not for you to fill I, will continue this fantasy  oh yes I will

For in my dreams I am all yours ,you want me and hold me there are no doors

My heart breaks as the sleep goes away ,I open my eyes to another day

I wake to see that again I do not matter, my dream was just thoughtless patter

I go through my day and cant wait for the night ,for in my dreams all is right

Only in dreams I will be desired ,the rest is all thoughtless mire

Good night ,and let me be, as I look for that love that will forever be.

Sean Warren

THE SHERWOOD FORESTERS

sherwood

They wore their badge in honour when they went out to war
But it is something that soon they no longer can display
The fact that the name of the Sherwood Foresters is to disappear
Has been greeted by Nottinghamshire folk with dismay
 
How can this proud name and its years of service
In fighting to preserve our country’s liberty
Be sacrificed on the altar of expediency
Pretending this will lead to greater efficiency
 
We know that the real reason is the economic situation
And that the value of tradition is set at nought
When we realise how taxes are being squandered
It makes us wonder if we value for what they fought
 
They gave their lives to preserve the English way of life
Our traditions and our pride in our nationality
But one by one they are gradually disappearing
As our lives become surrounded by banality
 
The time has come for us to make a stand
To fight for the traditions that we should treasure
To show our pride and gratitude for those who died
And to ensure the name of the Sherwood Foresters lives on forever
Ron Martin
 

shredded – Promote Yourself

 
 knitting
 
Anger
Squashed in the middle
Of iron bars
Nanas knitting more

Victim of my own success
Well
What am I supposed to do?
Fail?

And people all reasonable
Calm and objectionable
I mean objective

What is it that you want to do
What is it that we can do
To reduce the stressful situation
Given the lines and targets
We have to meet?

And I swallow
And breathe
And agree
And am calm
And objectionable
I mean objective
And nod and don’t disagree

And let’s put in place
A meeting
And we’ll meet again
In two weeks time
To see how it is going.
You probably
Just need a rest.

A rest…

Well goodness me…
(Or words to that effect…)
I never thought of that…

cheryl bhagwandin

Steve the seagull – Promote Yourself

gull
Steve the seagull ventured from his nest one summer’s morn

High up on the rooftop where with his siblings he’d been born
Thought he’d had enough of being up there in the sun
Wondered at the down below where it looked a lot more fun
Flapped his fledgling wings a bit and hopped out into space
Plummeted immediately with a lack of seagull grace
Found himself in a small garden with strange smells and grass of green
Such a totally different world from the one ’til then he’d seen
Hopped around bewildered looking for a snack
But when he couldn’t find one thought he’d best be getting back
Flapped his wings, ran a bit and jumped up pretty high
Then rapidly discovered that he couldn’t actually fly
Time passed by, the sun went down, day turned into night
But Steve wasn’t all that bothered about his unexpected plight
Water in a bowl appeared so he could quench his thirst
And he’d found a few small worms to eat, though they tasted strange at first
Thirty-six hours later though and Steve was feeling pretty glum
Mum and Dad had made it clear ‘You’re on your own now, son’
He’d watched, forlorn as they had swooped up there in the blue
So close yet now so far away from the world he thought he knew
And then to make things even worse he was grabbed, stuffed in a crate
Taken from the garden wondering what would be his fate
Steve the seagull found himself on a beach with sand and sea
With lots of other seagulls full of life and flying free
And with another run a spread of wings he found that he could too
Rise up in the air and fly with the others in the blue
Steve the seagull swooped and soared, found his voice and cried aloud
A fledgling chick no more he was a Sussex seagull proud.
By Jem Croucher
(NB – the pic is one of mine so no credits are needed)
 

THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE

 
The English language is not easy to write or speak,
In so many ways it can be quite confusing,
Very often words and phrases are misapplied,
And we sometimes find this to be quite amusing.
 
Words are not always pronounced as they are written,
For instance enough will never rhyme with dough,
We have to listen very carefully to the pronunciation,
Or our understanding of the language will quickly show.
 
Some people might catch a train from Nottingham to Leicester,
And note the names of the stations they pass through,
The English folk will know when they reach Loughborough,
Australians might think that it was Logger-be-rew.
 
I before E except after C is said to be the rule,
But this cannot always be applied,
For if we write about a person’s height or weight,
Our spelling will certainly be criticised.
 
Slang words are just another complication,
As are words which virtually sound the same,
Can it be write for me to ask a question?
Or to ask someone else to right their name.
 
The English language has so many variations,
It is spoken in so many ways throughout the land,
Accents, brogues and nuances all make a difference,
Its no wonder people find it hard to understand.
 
 Ron Martin

Invictus – YOUR FAVOURITE POEM

Invictus – which the former South African president Nelson Mandela read to fellow prisoners in Robben Island jail

The Holy Land (Palestine) – Promote Yourself

holy

What revered, holy land you are?

They took your homes, your olive trees

Ohh! Kingdom of heaven, now cursed you are

They let you gasp the breath they lease

What revered, holy land you are?

Your burning homes, those gardens charred

Those evil men that wretched star

Your love is scarred, your innocence marred

What revered, holy land you are?

Their lies, deceit are aired as fact

Your pelting stones at armored car

Your scream in pain their terrorist act

What revered, holy land you are?

Democracy, humanity, the right to live and breathe as free

Are they not dreams you’ve pushed so far?

So why now deaf to screams you are? Why this pain you fail to see?

What revered holy land you are?

Your silence is admission of guilt

Your judgment not a day so far

Forever none has ruled so far, the strongest realm they might have built

What revered holy land you are?

You’ve seen much worse of times in past

Such devilish men, the Satan’s czar

Nor they shall live nor curse shall last

What revered holy land you are?

You sacrificed, your cherished brood

 Ohh Palestine, so brave you are

No one but you, shall last this feud

What revered holy land you are?

My name is Kashif javed my blog link is http://kashjaved79.wordpress.com/ 

Reflecting Hatred – Promote Yourself

sorry 

Apologize again please I need to hear the words

Though I remember them clearly in my head from the last time

Build up my trust by showing me I can trust you

I will become hopeful again, even feel amazing for a moment thinking this is it

The past is gone and you’re making the choice to take care of me

Thank you, I need you to take care of me so badly

The minute I acknowledge that, feel the depth of pain from past betrayals a signal goes off

Beckoning you to take back what you said, to break down trust again just so you can…

Apologize again please I need to hear the words

Emily Bird

Cold comfort – Promote Yourself

musstang
The general hum
The scattered crumbs
Of conversations
Half heard
The random muzak
Music
Depending how I hear
Interpret
Relevant or not
To how I feel
Bright flashes
Of little girl dresses
Amongst the grey white
And blue
Please feel free
To ask the staff
To change the air
Conditioning
For your comfortAre they God?

If only

cheryl bhagwandin

Verbal Tics – Promote Yourself

verbaltics

Bloody times off cloud number nine
Love is fine till all is in line

Shop and drain yourself again and again
Cry and blab la till you are insane

Save yourself off the time ticking
Clap your hands for that’s all is left

You are just uselessssssssss

Bloody all bloody off just the high fi time
Life is slipping oh merry o dine

Niceties and high tea a thing of the past
Now slap yourself off the oblivion part

Dance and sing for this is the last of being mean
Remember, you can never be onto anyone specific

You are just useless

Spark off the stick now lights a match
It circles now into a black o patch

Medicines stupid are all the same
When you pop them all, you crackle a game

Flame and death match into one
And you were just lost like the previous ones

I am just useless

~Alka Ranjan (India)

http://etherealjinxed.wordpress.com/2014/07/24/verbal-tics/

Falling

I am lost, I am falling, I am now living in a world with no sleep; The night has become an ocean and I am drowning in the deep

..

The moon has become my sun,  The stars bring light to my sky; Staring at a ceiling unable to sleep, no matter how hard I try

..

I am living in a silent world full of artificial light; Words fall from this pen, as pages are filled with these darks verses that I write

..

My eye lids are feeling heavy now, But are my eyes already closed? Or is this just a longer blink; My mattress is turning into quicksand, As I slowly begin to sink

..

Soft whispers start to tumble and fall down,  I wonder am I asleep or am I still awake; Maybe this is all a daydream, and I am laying here just waiting for yet another dawn to break

..

As I fall deeper I feel my body lifting up high, as soft voices whisper they have heard me calling; But just as the sun begins to rise I wake up screaming as I feel my body falling.

 ..

BARRY MOWLES ©2012

A star was born

The screams became louder and louder

And he didn’t arrive until the 25th hour

I can’t believe it I feel so proud

He looks like both of us but he’s got my mouth,

When I first found out I was in  shock

But how worth it he was, such good looks,

A good boy hardly a sound

Two days early and over 8 pounds,

Skin to skin he lay on her chest

The very 1st feed had been off the breast

By Christopher Woolvett

NOTTINGHAM POET

A New Beginning – Promote Yourself

babiesxxxxxx

The anticipation has come to an end,
It’s almost time to meet our new friend,
It’s 2 in the morning, the pain kicks in,
Here he comes, his life will soon begin,
I am scared stiff, what lies ahead?
Screaming out in the hospital bed,
The pain is so bad just want him here,
I have never felt so much fear,
25 hours later he’s in my arms
Hoping and praying he comes to no harm,
His big blue eyes and cute little face
Look up at me to say,
How did I get to this place?
I promise him right there and then,
I will love him forever, until the end.

Abbe Cutforth

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