Martin Elder
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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 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
Bucket spades and ice cream days (01/07/2018)
It will be the death of you (17/06/2018)
Mountains climbed (10/06/2018)
old kid, new tricks (03/06/2018)
Hard lines (06/05/2018)
Far from this place (22/04/2018)
Airships (11/04/2018)
Hands open (31/03/2018)
she's the one (08/03/2018)
Standing on death (04/03/2018)
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Comments
Thanks Martin for your "predictable" support for "Episodes in a collapsed relationship" (blog). 😉
Thankyou for commenting and liking my poem I love to be awoken by the birds and listening to them sing it’s surprising what I write about love Wendy .
thanks for your kind comments on 'the beast beneath the beck' Martin - one of the more run down bits of Wakefield - I often wondered how many drunks it had claimed as I wend my weary way home 😉
Ian
Martin, I'm actually the guest poet this coming week at WOL, Sale, on Tueday. I'm really looking forward to it. Hope you can come.
Thanks always for your unstinting support.
thanks once again for your kind comments on Eostre Martin - yes - you've nailed it (pun intended) with the giant rabbit - commercialism + Religion = a right pain in the arse
Ian
Morning Martin!
Hope you had a lovely weekend 😃
Thanks so much for your note on my latest.Well, the middle verse does contain a folk song that was sung especially for me at a festival last year and is one that I love, so the poem does actually have a folk feel to it 😀 It's all taken from festivals I've been to and about how much I love them. Cannot WAIT for summer to start proper!
Martin I am proving to be your biggest fan...
Autographs are free to registered poets I assume?
Ta re "Plans..."
;- )
Tommy
x
many thanks for commenting on the rhinoceros piece Martin - I appreciate it
Ian
Cheers sir.
Cheers Martin, anyone can see that you are an erudite chap with taste. ;- )
Thanks for the kind comments on 'Sacred Path' Martin - it was written to commemorate by best friend who passed away in January - not sure where the picture is from - I nicked it off of that there internet - but it had the 'mystical' quality you picked up on - so seemed appropriate for the piece.
Hope you're well and hope to see you somewhere soon
Ian
Thank you so much Martin for your comment on my poem A Shrunken Head Called Tantrum.
Very much appreciated.
Hannah
Martin sir
well said sir
re your comments etc
re my work etc
yours etc
Tommy etc.
Ps etc.
Tommy ;- )
x
Thanks for the kind comments on 'the trilogy' Martin - I've been away a while - somewhere dark - but now I'm back so thought I would post this as one piece (having previously posted each individual poem). to get me started again. Hope you are keeping well mate - hope to see you somewhere soon
Peace & Love
Ian
kJ Walker
Mon 19th Feb 2018 19:39
Hi Martin . Thanks for commenting on The Totter from Toulouse. I'm glad you thought it resembled Edward Lear, as that was what i was aiming for. I was feeling low when i wrote it, so i did it to cheer myself up.
Cheers Kevin
Thanks Martin for your comment over my poem.
I am really glad to know that you liked my poetry.
Ankita
Thanks Martin for your comment on 'Where lays it?' Tommy
Martin ta... cheers mate x
thanks very much for commenting on 'Bait' Martin - glad you liked it - I'm hopeless at visiting WOL site at the moment - so only get to see comments when I come back to post something new - so sincere apologies for delay in responding - I really must make more of an effort to visit and contribute
Martin, Thank you for commenting on my poem Depression. It is much appreciated. Keith
Martin, sorry as I should have said logophile. Keith
Martin, your poems Rested and Books are the best yet. I like your style and presentation. I am a logophobe, so addicted to books. Thanks. Keith
Thanks Martin for picking up on my poems World of Wheels and She loved that Cardigan.
Glad you like them !
Ray
hi martin
yes, i may go. when is it? august still?
i am away for a lot of august but if im free i will certainly go
thanks for the reminder!
stu
Hello Martin.thanks very much for your comment. The 'chords of flowers' refers to him being a musician and of course all the flowers that my wife had to receive . Thanks.
Hello Martin,
Thank you for commenting on my poem Seek and you will find. I really appreciate this. Thanks. Keith
Martin, thank you for commenting on my poem Daggers Drawn. Thanks much. Keith
I so appreciate your comments.
Thanks for the WOL/Sale support.
Having nothing in common but titles by alphabetical 'C', those poems gave me a challenge to veer off from a 'theme', letting each poem carry its own weight, totally. Maybe that was the extra impetus, desperation!
thanks martin, i really enjoyed listening to your work again. i will definitely check out both those dates and keep in contact!
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Anya
Sun 15th Jul 2018 22:45
Hi Martin,
Just wanted to thank you for your continuous support and leaving comments on my poems. I appreciate it so much!!!! Feel so good to know that someone actually gets my writings.
You are amazing Martin!!!
THANK YOU 😘😘😘