worth waiting for though- it must have shredded your first posing for nesting material
theres a slight fragrance of T S Elliott about this and i eenjoyed reading it. Love Baccy-stained teethand the final 2 lines - quite unexpexted but finishes it off well.xx
Comment is about 40 rats. again. (blog)
Original item by Rachel Bond
Hi Simon - welcome to WOL. I see you've put some poems on the blog section - great! I like the poem here on your profile page - reminds me of Edgar Allen Poe.
Comment is about Simon Austin (poet profile)
Original item by Simon Austin
I love the last three lines especially. Good, spooky stuff!
Comment is about Mortality (blog)
Original item by Simon Austin
Hi Pros and Coms - welcome to WOL!
Comment is about Pros&Coms (poet profile)
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Hi Michael - welcome to WOL. Hope to see more of your work on here soon :)
Comment is about Michael Clift (poet profile)
Original item by Michael Clift
Hi Tony - welcome to WOL. I enjoyed your poems. Why not put one on the blog section - where you'll probably get some feedback and folk will get to know you.
Comment is about Tony Earnshaw (poet profile)
Original item by Tony Earnshaw
Hi Leon - a very warm welcome to WOL. Hope to see some of your work here on Write Out Loud soon.
Comment is about Leon Qafzezi (poet profile)
Original item by Leon Qafzezi
Thanks Isobel for your kind comments on my January Fairy poem. I remember those christmas cake decorations! They always seemed to have traces of last years icing stuck to them! We had a father christmas climbing out of the chimney one, and those brushy christmas trees! I was a child in the 50s and the fairy I visualise would date from those times - certainly seemed more innocent then. Simpler anyway!
Comment is about Isobel (poet profile)
Original item by Isobel
Thanks so much for your thoughtful comments on my January Fairy poem. I was a child in the 50s and remember our little plastic fairy very fondly!
Comment is about Noetic-fret! (poet profile)
Original item by Noetic-fret!
Thanks so much Yvonne for your lovely comment on my January Fairy. I go to a monthly poetry group and the "homework" last time was January - and she just popped into my head!
Comment is about Yvonne Brunton (poet profile)
Original item by Yvonne Brunton
thanks so much isobel, steve and yvonne for noticing...thought that rat had creeped off ;D
Comment is about 40 rats. again. (blog)
Original item by Rachel Bond
Nice one Ged.
Keep posting
Mike
Comment is about How brave a poet (blog)
Original item by Ged Thompson
This was inspired by events that happened to me. Including the bird that was thrown to the floor from thirty feet up, and the lights being extinguished as i passed each of them by. Strange phenomena that caused the break up of my first marriage. All true mate.
Good poem you wrote!
Keep posting
Mike
Comment is about Giants of the Earth (blog)
Original item by Simon Austin
Hi Simon, this reminds me of a poem I wrote some time ago. I will give it to you here.
Beneath The Ancients Glare
The beer from the Legion staggers my gait,
And the lights are all extinguished – passing each
Of them by,
The wife’s sat at home crying disappointment at walls,
As my mind’s still expanding on war,
A crow flying by thirty feet from the ground,
Intrudes this silence of night,
And the ghost of The Nephilim –
Catches its wings, and throws the bird
Dead to the floor.
Walking with war,
Walking with war,
The Space Angel stalking my haunch.
Azazel is a bastard procuring men
For a tragedy, insisting they shoot from the hip,
And prophecies of doom bring casualties back;
Men with a faraway look,
And we’re all empty of spirit, and souls
Of innocence are battered and slumped,
As his grin as a scapegoat is beamed,
And the light of the sanctuary is snuffed
Like a candle, and God sits with nothing to say,
And we’re walking with war,
Through night till dawn,
The Nephilim here at our side,
As Daniel fingers the trigger
To put out each victim,
Concluding our sorrow – so tall.
My wife’s sitting at home
Tending our son,
Then a Fist from my arms lashes out,
But I’m only the witness dragged down
Inside, all control missing from life,
Her beauty is marked the colour of red,
And I wake like a ghost from sleep,
And I’m spitting The Ancients for talking
In tongues, and my grief here on Earth has no bounds.
Oh how The Nephilim stalk
When the soldiers alone,
And kills all the love that he has,
And we’re walking alone,
Walking with war,
Walking The Nephilim here by our side,
And the journey from danger; an excursion
To hell; their heart turning passion to stone.
Walking With War,
Walking With War,
As The Nephilim’s dishonour,
Takes every soldier sold Death!
Michael J Waite 20th February 2011.
Comment is about Giants of the Earth (blog)
Original item by Simon Austin
Yes Ludo this is a poem that shouts to wake the world up! alas, we never seem to do that from words alone. Wish we could though.
Nice one
Keep posting.
Mike
Comment is about 2012 (blog)
Original item by Ludo
hmmmm! 30 x 5 = 150! Yet, there are 168hrs in a week. 168 / 30 = 5.6......
.6 of an hour is thirty-six minutes. So by my reckonings 5.6 = 5hrs 36 minutes.
Just saying lol.
Nice poem that had me doing some maths.
Keep well,
Mike
x
Comment is about Clock (blog)
Original item by fiona sinclair
Aye Marianne, you are very cryptic! Every time I read your works I produce all manner of themes from your words, from the dark and mysterious passions we keep locked inside to the hurt and anger of bereavement. Sometimes I am puzzled and know not how to interpret the poems. Nevertheless you are a brilliant writer who can tease and contort the most bland and basic of emotions to an excited state, and that, takes talent.
Nice one
Mike
x
Comment is about Silence (blog)
Original item by Marianne Daniels
I agree with Isobel's last line. The freedoms were never really there, but we were young and without all the trauma of modern day living. Life was simpler even if fraught with relative problems. It's that simplicity which I surmise gives the sense of freedoms back then. As kids back then though, we were impoverished and I guess restricted in many ways and in knowing this too, we can feel a certain amount of purgatory in this world we have grown to reach.
Comment is about january fairy (blog)
Original item by Ann Foxglove
Hi Chris, I haven't seen much work from you in recent months but my guess is that's my fault. I have become a dad again for the third time and I have been busy tending to my baby daughter who is now some 3 months old.
Thank you for the comment on Out of Darkness. Yes it is to do with disability, without elaborating too much, the disability I thought of is Autism. And its effect on people who suffer this. However, I am not happy with the referral to a clowns status in her enlightenment but, as a poem that I thought would be a little different, I am happy with it I suppose, but then, all we poets can be our own worst critic.
Happy New Year to you!
Stay well.
Mike
Comment is about Chris Co (poet profile)
Original item by Chris Co
Well if she ran away surely he was now fit enough to run faster after her. xX
Comment is about Stamina rebuild advice for Stan the" stallion" goes wrong (blog)
Original item by hugh
I like the conviction, humour and glint in the eye of it. I think you might need a comma in the second to last line, after "And left him". Viewpoint...each to their own.
Best
Chris
Comment is about Should he go to Specsavers? (blog)
Original item by Harry O`N eill
Lots to like;
Highlights for me being
Pitching bids for freedom
Requires all her solid form
To dance inside her mind
She's found the gift forgotten;-
And smiles a thousand years
The poem had me thinking, not so much of lost youth as lost ability, possibly disability. Particularly it made me think of the power of memory. The idea of reliving what was once in the now.
Whatever the thoughts behind the poem - I enjoyed it.
Best
Chris
Comment is about Out of Darkness (blog)
Original item by Noetic-fret!
I like this Anne - it brings back memories of childhood and of the decorations we brought out every year. For some reason it's the ones that my mum put on the Christmas cake that stick in my mind - some mangy old reindeers and brush like christmas trees, that got mangier by the year. Impossible to think of them without remembering the smells of Christmas though - and you capture this in your poem.
There's a sadness in this. Nostalgia for happier times and lost freedom - or freedom that was never really there.
Comment is about january fairy (blog)
Original item by Ann Foxglove
Hi Anne, a great poem I feel. It does also fill me with a little sadness too. In my younger years and later in life I have always been around the plastic christmas tree. I have never experienced a pine one. What fills me with sadness though is that I am unlikely too experience a pine one because of my own ethics concerning the chopping down of trees. When we were younger I suppose we could take these things for granted but now, we cannot without a certain amount of guilt.
For some reason, because of the poems sense of history, it gives me the impression of a time where there was space and innocence to life. I guess along with the plastic tree, we feel more artificial in this world these days.
A very moving touching poem.
Stay well.
Mike
x
Comment is about january fairy (blog)
Original item by Ann Foxglove
Nice to put a voice to the words.
I expect you know (but just in case you didn't realise) whenever you post something on here it deletes your last post from the main blogs; hence Malthus has gone.
(I mention this because I Malthus was only shown for a short time).
Keep posting.
Comment is about Pop Up Poetry video (blog)
Original item by Marnanel Thurman
Your 40 rat poem is opening now Rachel, though you may want to reblog it cos it's pretty far down the blog list.
Izz
Comment is about Rachel Bond (poet profile)
Original item by Rachel Bond
Nice syllabic management, T.
I love it when you can't help but read it in its metre.
Comment is about Thomas Malthus (blog)
Original item by Marnanel Thurman
Hi Cynthia Thanks for the comms on the two postcard poems. You were spot on with 'Rouen' That's where the English burned Joan of Arc. I've been getting a bit addicted to these little poems. They usually start of with some little memory that has been at the back of my mind for years, but then open up other themes which link up with others in the series. I've done 15 so far. Not sure where it will end. Maybe 20? Maybe more!
Comment is about Cynthia Buell Thomas (poet profile)
Original item by Cynthia Buell Thomas
I'm not sure I'd enjoy reading to an all woman group. I like the mixture of styles and subject matter that you get with mixed groups. I like personal stuff but wouldn't want a whole evening of it. You can't generalise too much about men though - I know plenty who write about their emotions too. And I know women who do humour really well.
I've never understood free masonry either - why anyone would want to go to an all male environment like that - other than as some sort of social climbing exercise. Still - if they get something out of it and it is't hurting me.
I've come to the conclusion that everything is ok so long as it isn't hurting anyone else. It only gets annoying when non inclusive groups get arts council funding, where large all embracing ones can't. There is something fundamentally wrong with that.
Comment is about Loose Muse: redressing the balance for women writers (article)
Original item by Greg Freeman
Hi Leon
Welcome to Write Out Loud. It is great that you are in touch all the way from Tirana.
I look forward to hearing more about you and reading some samples of your writing.
faleminderi
Comment is about Leon Qafzezi (poet profile)
Original item by Leon Qafzezi
Greetings!
I wish you Happy New Year 2013!
Thanks for my page.All the best!
Leon Qafzezi
Tirane/Albania
Comment is about Leon Qafzezi (poet profile)
Original item by Leon Qafzezi
Nicely written Ann (Happy New Year by the way). I wonder how many of us have a special Christmas tree decoration that only sees the light of day for a short time each year. How clever to document the changes (in people and things) that she is witness to.
A lovely idea. I wished I'd had it! Very best wishes, Graham
Comment is about january fairy (blog)
Original item by Ann Foxglove
I marvel that there's rarely a smidgen
To be seen of a deceased pigeon;
I'll allow, if you will,
The occasional road kill
But no trace at any place of religion!
........................
Does anyone know where birds go to die?
I'll bet no one does - and neither do I!
Comment is about Thomas Malthus (blog)
Original item by Marnanel Thurman
thank you for your great comments I have in fact edited it see what you think
Comment is about Clock (blog)
Original item by fiona sinclair
An excellent write-up. Thank you for your skill and your time.
Comment is about Countdown to TS Eliot prize: how the contenders performed (article)
Original item by Greg Freeman
I do remember Flags of the World bubble gum as well as the Brooke Bond cards. I even had cigarette cards of the pre-Munich United team, though the only one I can still picture is Duncan Edwards.
So, which city is the UK football capital? Unless one of them starts flagging.
Comment is about Honduras (blog)
Original item by John Coopey
It reminds me of 'The Tell-Tale Heart'. And 'How much for the curtains' made me laugh. I really like this poem, it has great imagery. The story of the owner has a fairytale quality too and with the sounds and images it could be a great short film.
Comment is about Clock (blog)
Original item by fiona sinclair
Hi Yvonne Thanks for comment on my postcard poem. My days as a teacher seem a long time ago now. Don't know how I did it for so long!
Comment is about Yvonne Brunton (poet profile)
Original item by Yvonne Brunton
I am currently an airline pilot and play bassoon in the Royal Liverpool Philomonic Orchestra and am chef-du-'file at various restaurants and still find time to chuck empty beer cans at gulls that land too close to my caravan.
Comment is about Yvonne Brunton (poet profile)
Original item by Yvonne Brunton
Wow! Look what I found.
http://www.brookebondcollectables.co.uk/cardlist.htm
Comment is about Honduras (blog)
Original item by John Coopey
Aha So they've found Shergar at last!
Comment is about Tasty Equine Segments,Customer Outrage !! (blog)
Original item by hugh
hey not so sexist JC I collected all the Brooke Bond sets of card and like MCN pored over them like treasure. Yes I too wonder what became of them. I guess mum discarded them along with my 6th form tricorne hat (black trimmed with emerald green) when I deserted Manchester for Doncaster - serves me right!!! I so mourn the loss of my tricorne!.
Comment is about Honduras (blog)
Original item by John Coopey
Ah the treasure of the ritual. When seen through the eyes of the fairy the passage of time does not dim the memories of christmas' past. And the sadness of the 'familiar face' that is missing adds a poignency to her immortality - until the threat of a artificial tree highlights her vulnerability.
Lovely poem. xx
Comment is about january fairy (blog)
Original item by Ann Foxglove
I loved it Thomas, but I couldn't keep up!
Comment is about Horatius (blog)
Original item by Marnanel Thurman
HI Tommy,
caravan and sea are so me!
Comment is about Tommy Carroll (poet profile)
Original item by Tommy Carroll
Hi Steve
thanks for the link to your piccies of Dylan'sbooathouse. I am so jealous that you have been there I love his work too.xx
Comment is about Steve Higgins (poet profile)
Original item by Steve Higgins
Yvonne Brunton
Sun 20th Jan 2013 12:22
Neat idea. Love the title xx
Comment is about Should he go to Specsavers? (blog)
Original item by Harry O`N eill