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
Another hot night (11/01/2019)
Marley (19/12/2018)
Pay (04/12/2018)
Ravaged (11/11/2018)
out there (19/09/2018)
Golden days (02/09/2018)
Sexless (28/08/2018)
Identical twin (12/08/2018)
Sunning themselves (06/08/2018)
Divided by derision (29/07/2018)
Audio entries by Martin Elder
Marley (19/12/2018)
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Comments
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
😉
As always, you reading is appreciated immensely.
(Nice sweater by the way.)
👍👍
Thank you... (insert name) for your most justified praise.
I do hope your latest poem (insert name) is recognised by all.
Yours
Etc
re "Word Smith".
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. 😃
Mon 10th Dec 2018 13:05
thanks for your comments
Martin the Elder.
you are a true poet
You have the sign to prove it!
Hi Martin your comments are like a shower of rain on a scorching day. Refreshing and welcome. Thank you..💕
Hi Martin your comments are like a shower of rain on a scorching day. Refreshing and welcome. Thank you..💕
Mon 19th Nov 2018 03:22
Thank you Martin the Elder
for your comment on "The Space of a Lifetime".
I think you can put down your sign now.
We know you are a poet in fine standing.
Besides, aren't your arms getting tired?
Thanks for your comment on my repost for Remembrance Day Martin. It was written from experience so your feedback means a lot.
Thank you for your kind comments on Times of Trouble Martin. I value your opinion very much. 😃
Thank you for your kind comments on Times of Trouble Martin. I value your opinion very much. 😃
(re Sorry bone) Thanks Martin, High Praise; I blush😉
The words were poured out and while upon reflection I thought it a tad confusing, I then recalled that that is the case with most of my verse.
The photo' was taken by myself. It is of the interior of Liverpool's Tate Gallery. The silhouette is of an unknown (to me ) woman.
Cheers
Hi Martin, Thank you for commenting on The Boy Who was a Funiosity. I love that word too, I often call it one of my little grandsons. Therein lies the inspiration. 😂
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Sun 7th Oct 2018 19:04
Thank you so much Martin for commenting on my POTW and for your continued support. I appreciate it!😊
Hello Martin, thank you for your comment on my SIX WORD STORY. I myself feel too much of peoples pain, sometimes I wish I could turn it off. Sorry it took so long to thank you. I have been lax with getting back to comments.
Thank You
Shirley
Thank you very much for your always encouraging comments on my poetry. It is very much appeciated Martin. I have now read your sample poems "and all that's been cold is warm". Thank you, again, from my heart.
John E Marks
Sun 23rd Sep 2018 22:59
Yes, true story.
just turned it into a poem.
what about that "Poet" sign you are holding?
do you carry that around with you?
Thank you very much for your kind words on the 'The ship they call Alzheimer's' and your warm welcome back Martin. With poetry... sometimes life just gets in the way.😂 I look forward to catching up on your blog my friend. Much appreciated.
Hello, Martin! Thank you so much for commenting on my poem. Much appreciated. With warmest wishes, Larisa
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Wed 19th Sep 2018 06:42
Thank you Martin for your encouraging comment on "The Sweetest Sleep". I appreciate it!!!😊😊
Martin you please me
with your generous
comments re "Me" of its verse.
But your choice
of the particular lines
for comment
makes me warm in
its recognition.
Tommy
thanks for the comments on 'Bevin Boy' Martin - very kind of you.
I haven't been to Wigan for a while - other stuff has seemed to clash every month (mainly rugby and my own gigs) but I am the guest at WOL Sale this coming Tuesday and will be doing a couple of sets of my poems set to music if you're about
Ian
Thank you, Martin, for the great feedback on my writings. I really appreciate it. ♥
Thank you, Marin, for commenting on my poem. Much appreciated. With warmest wishes, Larisa
Really, Martin, I can't imagine you as anything less than a gentleman--I have to think that your style of writing and commenting is a true reflection of who you are as a person. Thanks for your kind support.
Rachel
Thanks for commenting "Clever Love". I hadn't really thought of this one as a speak-aloud piece, as it was an exercise in rhyming form (and theme). But maybe I could try it!
Really appreciate your thoughtful comments as always!
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d.knape
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.