Biography
the story so far.....as a spotty faced teenager back in the mists of time I once wrote a poem about the Vietnam war which has been thankfully lost. I then picked up a pencil again in my late thirties and started writing short stories and subsequently a couple of books. I followed this with an attempt at poetry . However a friend told me that he did not like them. (The poems that is) so I stopped. But the loss of a job back in 2012 stimulated me to write a poem again which was quickly followed by another and then another , sadly I haven't been able to stop pouring out a sea of babble and drivel since. Having tried the public domain few times in 2014 I have continued to subject members of the unwitting public to my utterances and dribblings through open mic gigs in a variety of locations with very few rotten vegetables or eggs being thrown....so far No awards nothing published yet but a book pending this year and not enough vegetables to make a stew yet !!
Samples
sleepless unable to settle palisades and fortresses dried lips and flaming dragons maidens often seen but best never spoken all conspire against me make me tired and in a tiz Yapping dogs and sleepless nights visions of things I should have done and need to fix all provide me with early morning frights then catching me unaware a ringing breaks through the final attempts of sleep trying to tell me get up it's half past six He's not the one He's not perfect he's not right he does not fit into her nightmares or her dreams not quite what he seems He's not the one she thought he would be He's not the one to move or shake her tree not the one to make the earth move or her teeth rattle free He's not the one to warm her hearth, her bed or her heart he doesn't give her goose bumps fire up her stove or be her missing part He doesn't buy her flowers, chocolates or cards His ideas are like broken shattered shards of what love should be like But sometimes Just sometimes When she sees him smile She wants to say sit down have a drink stay a while and all that's been cold is warm the stone is chipped away and the blood and feelings begin to flow returning to something she once saw allowing her to break all the rules break all that had formed and become law Sometimes just sometimes she thinks she dares to believe they can be something more than friends and that there is a point and there can possibly be a happy end All our Gods have abandoned us All our Gods have abandoned us Yet we wear them on our sleeves Through the holes in our knees The badges we button up On chains around our necks The colours we display The flags the banners that we wave The stretches the stresses The must haves and the must do’s The teams that we so faithfully follow The words that we chant in stadiums and on the streets In concert halls The pictures that we wear The clapping and the screaming The adoration and the dreaming These are the Gods that we follow The foods and the fantasies The hero’s that we build up And then knock down Because they are out of fashion Seen as an extrovert or a follower of orthodox religion The clothes and the passion Just as long as they stay in fashion The houses and the pads The diets and the fads The glitter and the gold Sometimes we have given them away Determined for a new start Following a more strict regime Only to pick them up again When temptation gets too much All our Gods have abandoned us Save one But we haven’t abandoned them Just him
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Blog entries by Martin Elder
Eddie Condon's apprentice (13/06/2019)
How many tonight (03/06/2019)
Feckless youth (20/05/2019)
Another visit (07/05/2019)
Making tracks (01/04/2019)
city of birth (01/03/2019)
Winters past (01/02/2019)
Another hot night (11/01/2019)
Marley (19/12/2018)
Pay (04/12/2018)
Audio entries by Martin Elder
Marley (19/12/2018)
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Comments
Hi Martin, thank you so much for your kind words on 'Arrival'. I was asked by my sister to write a poem concerning immigrants/ immigration but given how things are so polarised at the moment, I have tried to be very careful in my framing. Granted, less so in the last stanza. 😂
Anywho, thanks again,
- Josh
I hope to be there too, Martin. Stu Buck is the guest poet - and that will be a treat!
Wed 12th Jun 2019 23:55
thanks Martin the Elder.
by the way,
is that your wife's sweater???
😉)
Jane Briganti
Tue 11th Jun 2019 04:28
Hello Marin. Thank you for taking the time to comment on A Click Away & The Road Less Travelled. It's always great to hear from you. I hope life is treating you well!😊
Hi Martin! Thanks for liking "Meaning Lost" and for the encouragement! I love your samples especially "All our gods have abandoned us"! Colour me intrigued!
I have quite a lot of reading to do but from what I've seen I can tell that you are very good my friend!
Thank you 🎈
Mae
Mon 13th May 2019 18:06
thanks for your kind words.
that being said, why are you shrinking into
your blue sweater?
Wed 8th May 2019 11:34
and thank YOU sir
for your kind words
regarding "Sorry".
who's sorry now?
not I.
Thanks for your note on The Ties That Bind, Martin. Wrote itself really quickly, funnily enough 😉
cheers mate (re: Chelp) yes - it's Yorkshire dialect - very specifically Wakefield dialect from where I'm from. If you want to know any specific word translations - just let me know 😉
Ian
thanks for your kind comments on 'the turning of the tide' Martin - this NaPoWriMo challenge certainly enables you to walk down some different paths - hence the variety of styles
glad you liked it
Ian
Thanks so much for your wonderful feedback!
thanks for the kind comments on 'blue on blue contact' Martin - glad you liked it 😃
Tue 9th Apr 2019 03:33
you are right Martin.
good advice.
by the way, love your new sweater!
😃
Cheers folks re (My Bookshelf): Ray, Don, Martin and M.C.
I think I may have failed in my attampt to be ironic lol. And now I have lost the point that I was attempting to make - oh the irony of it all. 😉
Tommy
Thanks Martin for your points on "Video Games". 😉
Thanks Martin, I appreciate your comment on "Knock - Knock" and your suggestion is in the pondering stage ;~)
Tommy
Thank you for commenting on The Matriarch Martin. It means so much..Taylor x
Hi Martin - thanks for your kind response to my PoTW. I intend to explore more on your blog. Watch this space
Thanks for your like on A Pot of Gold Martin
Kate G
Sat 23rd Feb 2019 12:05
Hi Martin, I just wanted to stop by and thank you for your ongoing encouragement. I love your work so am humbled by your kind words and ongoing support. I hope you have had a wonderful start to 2019.
Cheers, Kate
Cheers Mart for the comments on 'Elliot'. Daniel is showing his admiration for my impersonation of Biggy Smalls.
Thank you Martin for all of your positive comments on my effusions! John
Mon 14th Jan 2019 11:57
mr. sweater man-
The older I get
the more I forget
my old ways are set
my only regret
wink.
Glad you liked my 2CV poem. After we had left France a friend sold it to a farmer for virtually nothing.It probably ended up as a hen shed.
Sun 13th Jan 2019 02:58
you look cold.
get a heater.
dogs are better critics than chickens.
chickens just pick, pick, pick...
Thanks Martin, for your comments re "Come and See". I found the pacing difficult and several attempts were posted, even after your post l changed the end positions of 2 lines... Plagued l am already!
Tommy
😉
Big Sal
Sat 12th Jan 2019 02:06
As always, you reading is appreciated immensely.
(Nice sweater by the way.)
👍👍
Thu 20th Dec 2018 14:45
the mail box is only a few yards
but
i'm slow and old.
wink.
Mon 17th Dec 2018 18:13
thanks Martin the Elder for your comments on "Mail".
That's about it. 😃
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Tom
Fri 14th Jun 2019 09:48
Hi Martin, thanks for your comment on Don't Look Into Their Eyes (and all the other ones too!). Much appreciated 😃 Tx