Poetry Blog by 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 doo...
Sunday 1st April 2012 10:35 pm
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 c...
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
Tuesday 27th March 2012 10:26 pm
This poem won first place in a contest that was run, to write a poem to a well-known tune.
(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 teach their y...
Sunday 25th March 2012 3:13 pm
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....
Saturday 24th March 2012 2:42 pm
The following poem is a Tetractys
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:
Dance and prance
On ocean waves,
Like ballerinas on a ...
Friday 23rd March 2012 1:29 pm
I publish an annual anthology to help raise money for orphanages in Bulgaria. The following poem of mine was among the poems and short stories sent in my other authors to be in last year’s book.
(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?”
Thursday 22nd March 2012 7:21 am
Sleeves rolled to elbows,
Grandma prepared for war.
Armaments consist of;
Long green bar of Fairy soap.
The war zone,
Was steaming hot water,
Fired by coal
Ladled from copper boiler.
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, on Napoleon’s side
But Sam wasn’t bother, he'd soon tur...
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 pi...
Monday 19th March 2012 9:19 am
Once long ago in the days of the dragon
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
Sunday 18th March 2012 8:31 am
I have written and published one book of funny anecdotes that happened to me in my military service which ran from 1956 to 1981. I’ve also co-authored 5 other science fiction books and had 73 poems published in various magazine around the world.
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 anth...
Saturday 17th March 2012 11:35 pm
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