John A Silkstone
HIGH SOCIETY DREAMER
Walking, with medals on his chest
A man of no fixed abode
“He’s a tramp,” I heard someone say
“Just an old man of the road.”
Yet he’s a high society dreamer
Years ago he did what he could,
Now he can’t forget the memories
Of the shedding of all that blood.
Little lad sits on his...
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Sunday 1st April 2012 10:35 pm
Years end
Stealthily, autumn crept in. The once yellow fields of Rapeseed and Cord have lost their golden crop. The remaining stubble waits to be ploughed back into the earth. No longer is it burned to sear the land leaving black scars of sooty residue to be blown about by the wind.
Dandelion seeds float on air like a mass invasion of parachutist looking for new fertile lands to conquer, while...
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Thursday 29th March 2012 9:14 am
Gainsborough's Old Hall
About fourteen hundred and sixty
By the side of the River Trent
Gainsborough’s New Hall was built
By a very wealthy gent.
He was Sir Thomas Burgh
A man of great renown
And the beauty of his home
Was talked of all around.
Richard III stopped there
The day was getting late
He rode away next morning
Only to meet his fate.
Henry VIII held a banq...
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Tuesday 27th March 2012 10:26 pm
INSIDIOUS HUNTER
INSIDIOUS HUNTER
(Read to the hymn tune: ‘He who would valiant be.’
Cats hunt where’re they will
In grass or water,
Stalking out their kill
Out there to slaughter.
It is the natural way
To forage for their prey
And bring to your doorway
Bird fish or mammal.
They...
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Sunday 25th March 2012 3:13 pm
DEJECTED
She sat before me
Holding onto my hand,
“I know that it’s hard love
Though I do understand.
It’s like that with some men
Or so I’ve been told.
It’s nothing about age
Though you are getting old.
So don’t feel dejected
And looking downcast.
The sorrow you feel now
I know it will pass.
And if you can’t do it,
Then so be it.
Thoug...
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Saturday 24th March 2012 2:42 pm
RHYTHMIC MOVEMENT
Tetractys, is a poetic form invented by Ray Stebbing to give UK poets a type of poem akin to the Japanese Haiku.
For more information on this poetry form, go to:
http://www.patchword.com/original/articles/tetractys.html
RHYTHMIC MOVEMENT
Wild
Porpoise
Dance and prance
On ocean waves,
Like ballerinas on a floodlit stage....
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Friday 23rd March 2012 1:29 pm
THE MOTHER
THE MOTHER
(Dedicated to all foster mothers)
The Chinese lad asked the mother, “Please tell me the truth,
Why is Sam so dark, but not as black as Ruth?”
Mother she was smi...
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Thursday 22nd March 2012 7:21 am
GRANDMA’S WAR
On Mondays,
Attired in
Floral pinny,
Knotted headscarf,
Sleeves rolled to elbows,
Grandma prepared for war.
Armaments consist of;
Dolly tub,
Posher,
Washboard,
Scrubbing brush,
Long green bar of Fairy soap.
The war zone,
Was steaming hot water,
Fired by coal
Ladled from copper boiler.
Woad,
In Dolly Blue Bags,
Prepared the battleground.
Arms aching...
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Wednesday 21st March 2012 10:09 am
SAM SMALL OF MONOLOGUE FAME
Apologies to Marriott Edgar and this poem ‘SAM SMALL
(Pick oop tha' musket)’
You’ve ‘ear of Sam Small, of Monologue fame
Who wouldn’t pick up his musket, till Duke ‘ad came
‘E then went to battle, against Napoleon’s crew
T’ show ‘em just what, a Yorkshire man could do.
It were twenty to one,...
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Tuesday 20th March 2012 7:25 am
WALLACE ON DEATH ROW
Apologies to Marriott Edgar and this poem ‘The Lion and Albert’
There’s a famous place called Blackpool
That’s noted for fresh air and fun
However I’m waiting on death row
For I’m to be shot with a gun.
A Lancashire lad called Albert
Stuck a walking stick into my ear,
I asked him politely to stop it
And go for a walk on the pier...
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Monday 19th March 2012 9:19 am
THE DRAGON LIVES ON
When maidens were tied to a stake
A knight would ride for many a mile
And still arrive there too late.
Now a very young knight called Sir George
Set out one day on a quest
He went to hunt the dragon
In a fight he would do his best.
One morning he came to a village
‘Twas somewhere up Yorkshire way
At last he found the dragon
The dragon he...
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Sunday 18th March 2012 8:31 am
About me
I spent 5 years as editor to a short story and poetry magazine, No longer in issue, due to lack of funds.
I organize and publish an annual antholo...
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Saturday 17th March 2012 11:35 pm
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