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
All poems are copyright of the originating author. Permission must be obtained before using or performing others' poems.
Blog entries by Martin Elder
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)
Bored (22/07/2018)
Bucket spades and ice cream days (01/07/2018)
It will be the death of you (17/06/2018)
Mountains climbed (10/06/2018)
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Comments
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
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!
Thank you Martin as always your comments are valued, and appreciated..😃
Hello Marin. I'm glad you liked my collages. Yes, you should try it; it is a wonderful past time...sort of like doing puzzles - but better!
Thank you. Jane😊
Thank you for reading and commenting on my writing, always appreciated
Thank you Martin for the wonderful comment you wrote about "A Day of Quiet Deliberation". And yes, your are right I am slowly finding my stride! 😊Jane
Thank you Martin it is very encouraging to have your thoughts on my work..😃
Hi Martin,
Thank you for the comments on 'Total Tosser' - very much appreciated. I did write it with performance in mind and have managed to try it out at a couple of open mic nights so far. It has definitely been added as an option to future set lists.
Sorry for the slow reply.
Matthew
*waves hello* 😃
Thank you for commenting on The Feather Martin..
Thanks for your comments on Jazz Martin, I'm a huge fan of jazz and used to play in a jazz band through my teens and early twenties. This particular piece was about a performance I saw by a group at our local conservatorium. The group was young but inspired, and the singer captivating. A moment that warranted capturing. 😊
Hi Martin, thank you for your lovely comments..😄
Thu 9th Aug 2018 03:42
thanks for your comment on "Corner Man".
i am so glad you are still holding up that blue sign.
you and the corner man have that in common.
i think we are all afraid we will end up on the corner
with no sign and no future.
Thanks Martin for the great feedback! I appreciate it! 😊
Thank you for your comment on the armchair of oblivion x
I just read your sample poems, I really like them. "The Gods have abandoned us" must have a great rhythm when performed aloud.
Thank you for reading and commenting on A Hot Evening.........always appreciated. 😄
Sun 5th Aug 2018 03:21
thanks for your positive feedback.
i am eating it now.
wink.
Hi, thanks for your comment on "French Heat". (I'm replying to comments in the middle of the night as it is the only time cool enough to think. There I go, complaining again.)
thanks for the kind comments on 'and now the weather' Martin delayed (once again) due to a Wi-Fi free holiday. Glad you liked it :-)
Ian
Thank you for your comments on Ripped Away Martin always appreciated. 😃
Taylor
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d.knape
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?