TWENTY TWENTY FIVE.

How many of us

will still be around

in twenty five years

time, to count those

fleeting times and

who among our peers

will give a Tinker's cuss

about our poetry like

John Dunne of yester

times who held us in his

thrall - upon the lectern

of St Pauls, wthin the city

walls. For he and those

sublimely rich will end up

in the common plague pits

of our day and folk will say

I knew a guy just like him

who thought too much about

the rotten world in Rotten Row.

And then the conversation would

move quickly on to talk about the

rising costs of prime pork chops

and other meat in Butchers shops.

 

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Tom

Thu 23rd Jan 2020 12:15

Really enjoyed this one Phillips, some really nice turns of phrase here. "I knew a guy just like him
who thought too much about
the rotten world in Rotten Row."

Great stuff!

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Paul Sayer

Wed 22nd Jan 2020 21:32

Great poem Philipos

A super read.
Po

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Paul Sayer

Wed 22nd Jan 2020 21:30

..."It is a well-known fact, P, that all poets improve after they are dead..."

Yes John and painters who paint match stick men and match stick cats and dogs.

The experts said it could be worth almost a million

Well double that and then add some more!

Slightly underestimated I would say.
Po

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Philipos

Wed 22nd Jan 2020 19:34

Good old William S - what a brain - thanks MC appreciated. P. 👍

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John Coopey

Wed 22nd Jan 2020 18:13

It is a well-known fact, P, that all poets improve after they are dead.

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M.C. Newberry

Wed 22nd Jan 2020 17:40

Thought for the day? Certainly, it conjures up what many who write
poetry must think occasionally. The hope is that something will
resonate to survive the passing of time - the only real immortality -
to be available for succeeding generations, with Shakespeare the prime excample. In my view his sonnet on the passing of time
beginning "Shall I compare thee to a summer's day..." is the place
to start for the lasting truth it contains.
"As long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee".

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