Hi all.Back after much needed break,in order to concentrate on moving house and overcome usual mountainous inclusions of diy etc,also trying to keep my old bones in shape by regular'ish gym attendances.Single parent of teenage almost twenty year old daughter.My age? don't dare ask! Nevertheless,I am now ready once more to toe the poetry line again and hoping my somewhat grammatical restrictions and depleted share of the English language won't affect my presenting 'reasonably' decent poems. That said,I honestly think that being 'restricted' in this way,makes the challenge that much harder and if that challenge is overcome resulting in 'reasonably decent' poetry being composed with the limited use of words,then personally,I think it is as good an achievement as one written by those fortunate to have access to the full extent of our wonderful language and in most cases,easier to understand. I do recall reading somewhere about a well known poet,who once said "don't try to be too clever when writing poetry". ok-I'll try my best not to-yeah right! So unless I accidently swallow a dictionary,I shall do my upmost to hopefully produce some 'reasonably decent' poetry. Cheers all.
Correcting on the hoof ___________________ This much is known,we will not pass this way again much to the delight of our misunderstood misunderstandings. We have to comply with life's code. Each today,is not ours to trample on. They must be accounted for. We,are only their caretakers. No good blaming lacklustre moons or shy suns. No good blaming those things that cause unexplained tears,let us go past them all,viewing new openings of flowers the memorabilia of childhood,and magical births of stars. Let us adopt ideas of concocting directions around stale thoughts of inferior futures,while preparing to take slip roads to eternity,believing, foolishly or as fully paid up members of saintliness that every one of them leads,to a never ending Christmas. ______________________________________________ Lamenting a flower Wither as you must,lovely Rose bow your head,and gently expire from such a sacred presence. You have been a perfect part of everything beautiful,a daily miracle that once danced towards the sun. Gone shall you be stooped with aged growth to sleep in your scarlet repose. A spirit of my memory,reclaimed by the eternal dreaming seed of rebirth. ______________________________________________
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