Fri 10th Feb 2012 03:20
This just won't format right no matter what I do. may have to take it out and do it again
Comment is about Her Prisoner of War. (Blog entry)
Original item by Steve
Fri 10th Feb 2012 01:23
aww i'm so glad my poem brought you such lovely memories steve :)
Comment is about These Hands (Blog entry)
Original item by Tracey bucknell
Fri 10th Feb 2012 01:20
thanks steve for you lovely comment, i'm so glad you liked my poem " these hands " and that it rekindled such a fond memory, a double pleasure on my part :)
Comment is about Steve (Poet profile)
Fri 10th Feb 2012 01:04
My old dad was brought up in the war years with very little education. He had a number of jobs, all manual jobs and he worked as a farm hand, a grave digger and ended his working life as a road worker working with tarmac. After he died I found his note book in which he had scribbled various things, one was this -'an open hand is an open mind -a closed fist is a closed mind'. Your poem brought back the thought of him. Thanks, Steve
Fri 10th Feb 2012 00:43
Oh boy I love your car
cream me clearly
in luxury superior
Ow your audi runs me over
Coupe cool crisp clean cut rover
Hush its lush
Shut up and drive
Alpha male hands
To wheel alive
X lean X mean XL machine
Nissan 6 G well it swells
Swish it swiftly slick wet tyres
Let my legs press
gear stick licked wish
Spit lit heels
Clean rest it on the pedal
mid life crisis
dyou want a fucking medal?
my car poem, ostensibly about the ways of the middle aged, but really a testimony to just how much i love em. Cars, not middle aged men ;)
i cant describe the attraction.
'A very metal essence' Corrr. some cars so beautiful, some just turn me on. Other big bad vehicles like military trucks or the shine of a pristine 1950s fire machine inspire me to carry on.
ford mondeo's are pretty sweet especially if convertible. im making art for an exhibition right now. Its all about the life and love of the car and its oil filled engines, its about death, its a bout loss but most importantly it has images of cars in it including a smashed up mondeo and the remnants of its engine which is still in good nick.
i have a peugeot 206 which is not boring. for an affordable car the peugeout is a nifty little streamliner :)
i think we should have a car poem contest and get everybody writing about them.
'But words remain when cars are scrap,
When all is done and we are dust.'
The scrapyard is another source for a load of photos/art stuff. theres more life n the muck and bullets of the car grave yard than one may be led to believe. words pale. metal never fails to beautiful. metal sculpture is what its all about and cars are like a living work of art x
Comment is about AUTOMOBELIA / A BLUEBIRD OF HAPPINESS (Blog entry)
Original item by Ian Gant
Fri 10th Feb 2012 00:04
Crumbs Anthony - this is a poem with me and you in it - all you needed was an I to score a hat trick!
I like it. I like the shape of it. I like the way the reading of it feels like a personal experience - like I and I alone am being spoken to.
You are telling me about the process of thought transfer though - you are not telling me your thoughts :)
Comment is about the process (Blog entry)
Original item by Anthony Emmerson
Thu 9th Feb 2012 23:59
This sort of puts two things together which previously I would never have thought of doing. Sex and poetry. I like it.
Comment is about I'm in love with a WPC (Blog entry)
Original item by Philip Fletcher
Patricia &Stefan wilde
Thu 9th Feb 2012 23:58
Thank God for the rubbery bed companion
-and the hot water 'bokkle' as well-tee hee.
nice/sad poem Glyn.
Comment is about (Blog entry)
Original item by Glyn Pope
Thu 9th Feb 2012 23:54
Anthony, thanks for the welcome to the web site. I enjoyed 'visiting neil', very powerful, moving and sad.
Comment is about Anthony Emmerson (Poet profile)
Thu 9th Feb 2012 23:52
Good on yer Mikey re loggy fire'n'all that.
nice comments,fer which I thank yer.
Comment is about Mike Hilton (Poet profile)
Original item by Mike Hilton
Thu 9th Feb 2012 23:49
Hiya Lynn,Colin and Benji
thanks so much Lynn for
comments on my loggy fire poem
I should have put four glasses
on the poem pikky&and a plate full of liver
(for Benji boy of course)
and us four could 'cornbeefed' our shins
while polishing the whiskey off!
Hope you manage ok with weather.
feel so sorry for elderly people.
love-Patricia and Stefan.xx
Comment is about Lynn Dye (Poet profile)
Original item by Lynn Dye
Thu 9th Feb 2012 23:46
Ah, the memories.
My first was a motorbike, a BSA Bantam.
It gave me the best petrol economy I had from any vehicle, largely beacause I pushed the bastard everywhere.
I once made the mistake of overtaking a pack of mods on scooters. My 175cc Banty with 20 stones on it was no match for their souped up Lambrettas and I endured 10 miles of side-by-side jeering.
Ah, the memories.
Thu 9th Feb 2012 23:42
I like the while you sleep poem, especially that first verse that pulls you right in . .Best wishes, Steve
Comment is about Tara-Isha (Poet profile)
Original item by Tara-Isha
Thu 9th Feb 2012 23:37
A slow, and very painful way to go Julian. "All writing is autobiographical?" I appreciate the "in-house" themes. Scabs are great, but have you tried the boils and pustules? Scary thought. Quotable writing.
Comment is about Writing as suicide (Blog entry)
Original item by Julian Jordon
Thu 9th Feb 2012 19:47
And welcome to the wonderful world of WOL! I like the imagination behind your samples and I hope you have fun here. The poetry blogs and discussion boards are a good place to start from. Have a read, post a few comments if there's something you like (or dislike, if you're feeling brave!) You'll soon find your way around.
Thu 9th Feb 2012 19:40
I say we cull out anyone with an IQ of less than say 120 - and anyone who hasn't got blue eyes and blonde hair.
Comment is about Wanted: the Dickens of a poet (Blog entry)
Original item by Greg Freeman
Thu 9th Feb 2012 17:51
thatnks for your comments on dead rabbits x it had the potential to be a good poem i think but i couldnt be arsed to put the work in. im glad you liked parts of it :)
Comment is about Rory Peace (Poet profile)
Original item by Rory Peace
Thu 9th Feb 2012 17:50
hare today gone tommorow would have been a fitting irony.
come on stef i am not without humour, i would only bite your head off if you ask me to. nicely. ;)
Comment is about Patricia and Stefan Wilde (Poet profile)
Original item by Patricia and Stefan Wilde
Thu 9th Feb 2012 16:48
Great grubby picture
Comment is about Leaving Home (Blog entry)
Original item by Laura
Thu 9th Feb 2012 16:01
Rip it up gal and bin it!!!!! It needs to be consigned to the trash.
And move on.
Comment is about Love's Labour's Lost (Blog entry)
Original item by Isobel
Thu 9th Feb 2012 15:44
Laura! You're at it again! Writing great stuff.
Egg-white for hair gel- that's no yoke!
Are you cracking up?
OK, I'll lay off you then.
Seriously though Brill!
John F Keane
Thu 9th Feb 2012 14:57
That's a really great poem. Very compelling.
Comment is about Prologue to a final solution (Scenes from a film unfinished) (Blog entry)
Original item by Andy N
Thu 9th Feb 2012 14:25
A small caveat: the line...
"Hanging out from the carriage window she watched me..." -
sorry, but that seems to suggest the mother was doing the "hanging out"...
Comment is about Goodbye (Blog entry)
Original item by Christopher Dawson
Thu 9th Feb 2012 14:21
Some memorable lines and a wrenching turnaround as it becomes clear the writer is leaving life itself. "Leaving" in all its forms is an often sad fact of life and this is a very laudable look at that all too frequent aspect of our existence.
Thu 9th Feb 2012 14:13
I think culture-free IQ tests are a fairly objective measure of what our culture considers 'intelligence', as is (to a lesser extent) academic performance in 'difficult' subjects requiring mastery of abstract concepts (obviously, all are terms relative to our culture). If such tests 'do not test anything' as their critics claim, why do people who perform well in them tend to live (much) longer, raise healthy children and so on?
At a casual level, it is interesting that while science and technology advance apace, the arts are in a state of regression. At some level, this surely reflects an intellectual imbalance in contemporary civilization - C P Snow and all that. I truly think many of the great artists and writers of old would be unknown today, for the reasons described. Clever people seek difficult tasks and the contemporary arts establishment has deliberately banned all 'difficulty' from the arts, as a matter of semi-official policy.
Thu 9th Feb 2012 14:12
Amazing what a uniform can do. But mind that
Thu 9th Feb 2012 14:07
You brought back memories to this 60s youth...
for which - many thanks.
I had a Sunbeam Talbot
And a bright red little MG
But the Triumph - a la Bergerac!
That was the car for me!
I'd drive around the Isle of Dogs
In a nineteen sixties East End
Long before Canary Wharf
Signalled the coming end.
Yobs would throw their stones at me
But little did I care
I had a Triumph Roadster
And the wind whipping through my hair!
Sadly, I do not own a car now but city
living makes it a luxury I can't afford.
But I have the memories...!
Thu 9th Feb 2012 13:24
I really like this. These lines are just fantastic:
life is truly about the smallest of things
the tiniest of moments, the barest of experiences.
It's about relationships and not acquisition,
about development not acclaim,
kinship not office.
A legacy of warm memories,
not a written list of credits.
Thu 9th Feb 2012 12:55
Whilst you raise some interesting questions, John, your reliance on the term 'intelligence' for your arguments rather undermines them, as does their rather sweeping nature. What you mean by 'genuinely intelligent' comes across as meaning 'in my, John Keane's, opinion', rather than having a universally recognisable meaning. Thus, the potential for emotive reactions to such a word as 'intelligent' is a clue to your underlying motive here, which is perhaps to provoke debate.
I agree with Greg, that Dickens is likely to have been a TV and radio dramatist, had he been around these days. A bit like Jimmy McGovern, or Bleasdale, Boys From the Blackstuff writer.
Thu 9th Feb 2012 12:52
I love this poem Marianne!
a milky field turned over by the grey whilstling of the gap,.....
Comment is about Painting Consciousness (Blog entry)
Original item by Marianne Daniels
Marianne Louise Daniels
Thu 9th Feb 2012 12:22
Some beautiful words here, I agree with Rory.
Comment is about Connections (Blog entry)
Original item by Brutus Paulinus
Thu 9th Feb 2012 12:20
I really enjoyed this.
"He fields the familiar questions" - what a brilliant turn of phrase.
Comment is about February (Blog entry)
Thu 9th Feb 2012 12:01
A very interesting read Ray and a lovely flow about it.
Thu 9th Feb 2012 11:15
Welcome tony WOL! I'm glad you like cheese cos I know you are a bit crackers!
Nice poem on your profile
Comment is about Tony Hilton (Poet profile)
Original item by Tony Hilton
Thu 9th Feb 2012 10:11
Two very different poems about cars, the first charts the what’s and wherefores the second is really a tribute to a bright white Nissan Bluebird and its place in my greatest romance. The Photograph is of the Rolls Royce Silver Spirit we owned for some several years. Now in retirement we have a Ford Mondeo and a Peugeot 308 ‘how boring is that’
Thu 9th Feb 2012 09:19
You wonder, how would Dickens get his themes across if he were alive today? Probably not in novels. Maybe he would be a TV dramatist or screenwriter. Or maybe a scriptwriter for EastEnders or Corrie?
Thu 9th Feb 2012 09:05
*But it raises an interesting question: is poetry in the 21st poetry any more able to voice the kind of issues that troubled Dickens? Should it be trying to? Or is it too inward-looking to attempt it? Maybe it is time to look for the Dickens of a poet to step forward in these troubled times.*
The arts in the contemporary era are not dominated by the most intelligent people. People with very high intelligence tend to be 'creamed off' by the sciences. Once, that was not the case. Before science arose, highly intelligent people pursued the arts because there were no alternatives to attract their interest/attention. People like Leonardo/Shakespeare/etc. would probably not be involved in the arts, nowadays. If they were, they would be frustrated and unsuccessful - since mindless 'novelty' is now the order of the day (Emin's Bed, for instance). A genuinely intelligent individual like Will Self sticks out by contrast in the contemporary cultural scene.
The contemporary arts establishment wallows in formless, know-nothing navel-gazing because it is dominated by the mediocre. Everyone apart from them can see that Emin is as thick as two short planks. The retreat of the arts from scientific, social and political reality reflects the declining intelligence of those in the arts establishment and those they lionize, not the arts themselves. Modern culture is shopping lists, depression diaries and chairs made of twigs for the same reason.
Thu 9th Feb 2012 07:47
Only just found this. Really must pay more attention to blogs. The wisest person I know (as opposed to having read) is a passionate believer that all we ever have is NOW. Which your 'poem' expresses very well, even passionately while raising lovely big questions, as others have said.
And, in the now, saying I enjoyed reading it isn't a bad way to spend a few irreplaceable seconds.
Comment is about Platform (Blog entry)
Original item by John Coopey
Thu 9th Feb 2012 07:18
Yeah, had me feeling all entranced... until the end!
So like you to twist things! But I like it : )
Comment is about The playground of lights (Blog entry)
Original item by Dermot Glennon
Thu 9th Feb 2012 07:10
A sad and heartfelt narrative...
Especially liked these lines:
'I'll never know, I'll never see her again.'
'life is truly about the smallest of things
the tiniest of moments, the barest of experiences.'
Thu 9th Feb 2012 06:40
Hi Tony - welcome to WOL! (Nothing wrong with a bit of cheese!) Hope to see more of your stuff on here soon. :)
Thu 9th Feb 2012 00:19
Thank you for the kind words; sometimes a short poem is the best option to take when you want a reader to ponder over it for a while. (:
Comment is about (Poet profile)
Thu 9th Feb 2012 00:17
I,ll neverever say that your poems
are owtnowt other than goodgear!
(but my come inclusive of teensyweensy
whinge-I thought the last two lines
a tadbit simplistic)
Is that where you fell into a drunken stupor?
Remind me to remind you to kick my head in
next time you see me in Greggs(Accy)
Comment is about Neverever (Blog entry)
Original item by Richie Muster