Thank you Clare & Moonlight for your comments & likes on this slightly crazy poem. We had a huge cyclone storm here in California and it inspired me to write this (I felt a bit electrified I think!). Thanks also for your likes, John, purplemoon & Manish.
Comment is about Contemplation on a Stormy Night (blog)
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Look here JC, you stick to the funny stuff and leave this sort of lovely enigmatic nonsense to us others! Deal?
Comment is about NO BETTER ENDING (blog)
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I don't like to get too type-cast, Greg. See what's happened to Ken Barlow.
And thanks for the Like, Helene.
Comment is about NO BETTER ENDING (blog)
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Interesting cultural references here, Kevin. There was a revival of interest in Billy Bunter around the time of the rise and fall of Boris Johnson.
Comment is about It'll all come out in the wash (blog)
Original item by Kevin Vose
Blimey! That's a beautiful poem, John.
Comment is about NO BETTER ENDING (blog)
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Marvellous imagery, Ray. A gem to brighten up Hornsea. I agree with Greg about the title. Made me think of "Clash went the billiard balls at the Clerkenwell Social Saloon".
Comment is about THE DRESSING ROOM AT THE FLORAL HALL HORNSEA (blog)
Original item by ray pool
According to Kipling, it never comes out in the wash, Kevin.
Comment is about It'll all come out in the wash (blog)
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A moving poem Stephen, and one I’ll not forget easily. Make an incredible point in a very stark way
Comment is about The Youngest of the Dead (blog)
Original item by Stephen Gospage
Wonderful, life affirming survival! What’s not to love about this poem. 💕💕💕
Comment is about ME! (blog)
Original item by Nawadita Janice Philip
I love this! I can almost feel you jumping thru the screen. 😁💕
Comment is about Contemplation on a Stormy Night (blog)
Original item by Hélène
Hauntingly beautiful in its simplicity, powerful.
Comment is about Wave (blog)
Original item by shan shan
Blessings on you Shan. Sending thoughts of comfort. A lovely, sad poem to and about mom.
Comment is about 19th August 2015 (blog)
Original item by shan shan
watch the moon's cycle over and over 💕
Comment is about Are you happy? (blog)
Original item by Hafsah Siti
A moving poem Stephen, and one I’ll not forget easily. Make an incredible point in a very stark way
Comment is about The Youngest of the Dead (blog)
Original item by Stephen Gospage
The first person style makes this an altogether piercing piece Stephen. Difficult to say more!
Comment is about The Youngest of the Dead (blog)
Original item by Stephen Gospage
Freedom, liberty and integrity 👍
Comment is about Contemplation on a Stormy Night (blog)
Original item by Hélène
Thank you for reading all my poems & leaving your comments and short poetic notes. Thanks for your constant support and motivation. 🌷🌷🌷
Comment is about Nigel Astell (poet profile)
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I like the way details are presented in this poem...the moon, the sky, the leaves. Paying attention can bring a bit of happiness it seems. Lovely, thoughtful poem Hafsah.
Comment is about Are you happy? (blog)
Original item by Hafsah Siti
‘The faint scent of success’, what a great line. Took me to a place I didn’t know, really good poem.
Comment is about THE DRESSING ROOM AT THE FLORAL HALL HORNSEA (blog)
Original item by ray pool
Thank you for kind comments, Greg and Keith, and to Kevin for liking.
A tragic moment like this somehow crystallises the madness and senselessness of war. Whatever the wider political considerations, it has to stop soon.
Comment is about The Youngest of the Dead (blog)
Original item by Stephen Gospage
This poem encapsulates the horror and senselessness of war. Well composed. Raw in content. A very good poem to make the reader sit up. Thank you for this,
Keith
Comment is about The Youngest of the Dead (blog)
Original item by Stephen Gospage
Brilliant poem, Steve, crystallising this vile madness.
Comment is about The Youngest of the Dead (blog)
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This is the real thing, Ray, as I've always told you! The title alone draws the reader in. Time for a collection of such memories.
Comment is about THE DRESSING ROOM AT THE FLORAL HALL HORNSEA (blog)
Original item by ray pool
We can smell it, we can hear it, we can almost touch it Ray! One of your best I think!
Comment is about THE DRESSING ROOM AT THE FLORAL HALL HORNSEA (blog)
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The real lessons of the game, Stephen, we’re about team building (play together, fight together, drink together), respecting authority (the ref) and respecting your opponents.
Comment is about THE DARK ARTS (blog)
Original item by John Coopey
You conjure up something wonderful here, Ray. Overflows with atmosphere and memory.
Comment is about THE DRESSING ROOM AT THE FLORAL HALL HORNSEA (blog)
Original item by ray pool
Wasn't there something about a game for thugs played by gentlemen, John? Or was it the other way round?
Comment is about THE DARK ARTS (blog)
Original item by John Coopey
A rousing anthem, Stephen.
Comment is about A Pride Of Lionesses (blog)
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Sat 19th Aug 2023 15:31
Thank you for your beautiful comment Hugh! Well said! -Oizys
Comment is about Hiraeth (blog)
Original item by Yasoda
2. 1 hooray a lioness win
Comment is about A Pride Of Lionesses (blog)
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Great use of rhyming couplets, JD.
Comment is about Columba livia domestica (blog)
Original item by JD Russell
A nice sideways look at "this difficult time", John.
Comment is about Funeral Food (blog)
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Those we love never go away,
They walk beside us every day.
Comment is about Fading away (blog)
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Hiraeth mawr a hiraeth creulon,
Sydd bob dydd yn torri nghalon
😊
Comment is about Hiraeth (blog)
Original item by Yasoda
The jeopardy builds slowly in this piece Clare. You handle it well albeit in a state of deep concern. Nicely put together
Comment is about The Stalker. (blog)
Original item by Clare
Love them no matter what
If things don't work out
Just being there helps❤
Comment is about Ignorant Innocence (blog)
Original item by Sunshine
Thank you Greg- & I would like to think so! And Stephen, very kind of you to say.
And thanks for the likes, Tom, Ruth, Helene & K Lynn 🌈
Comment is about Lazy B (blog)
Original item by Stephen W Atkinson
Some few people - often dismissed as freaks, hippies, drop outs, tree-huggers etc - had the prescience to understand that humanity's seemingly endless rape of nature would lead, inexorably, to our time of fire, mass migration, starvation and war. One of these few was Neil Young.
"After The Goldrush"
Well, I dreamed I saw the knights in armor coming,
Saying something about a queen.
There were peasants singing and drummers drumming,
And the archer split the tree.
There was a fanfare blowing to the sun
That was floating on the breeze.
Look at Mother Nature on the run
In the nineteen seventies.
Look at Mother Nature on the run
In the nineteen seventies.
I was lying in a burned out basement
With the full moon in my eyes.
I was hoping for replacement
When the sun burst through the sky.
There was a band playing in my head,
And I felt like getting high.
I was thinking about what a friend had said.
I was hoping it was a lie.
Thinking about what a friend had said.
I was hoping it was a lie.
Well, I dreamed I saw the silver space ships flying
In the yellow haze of the sun.
There were children crying and colors flying
All around the chosen ones.
All in a dream, all in a dream
The loading had begun.
Flying Mother Nature's silver seed to a new home in the sun.
Flying Mother Nature's silver seed to a new home.
Comment is about Cortez the Killer - Stewardship (blog)
Original item by John E Marks
Thank you Graham and Greg for your comments.
This was an expansion of Paul Muldoon’s hyper edited poem ‘Ireland’. For once going the other way from edit, edit, edit!
Comment is about Omagh, Ireland, 1998 (blog)
Original item by John Gilbert Ellis
Perfect for its brevity. No need to say more. Concisely clear!
Comment is about Omagh, Ireland, 1998 (blog)
Original item by John Gilbert Ellis
Remember where I was when this happened. On holiday near St Tropez, of all places. Highly recommend the recent BBC series Once Upon a Time in Northern Ireland. Well crafted poem, John. The first, apparently mundane detail, "The Vauxhall Cavalier", drew me in.
Comment is about Omagh, Ireland, 1998 (blog)
Original item by John Gilbert Ellis
Thankyou JGE. I’m a little surprised the poem wasn’t cancelled on the basis that it was sexist.
Comment is about I COULD HAVE SLEPT ALL NIGHT (blog)
Original item by John Coopey
Thank you, Dean. My parents would tell me about hop-picking in Kent in the 1930s. Any escape from the East End was a liberating experience. Good to hear that it all turned out so well!
Comment is about Hop Picking And Love (blog)
Original item by Dean Fraser
A very funny, yet slightly scary, poem, John. With AI, we could be moving towards do-it-yourself surgery to save money. 'Ask your partner to follow the instructions on the screen'!
Comment is about Quick & Easy Brain Rapid Surgery (blog)
Original item by John Gilbert Ellis
Thank you, Manish! 🙏🏻 You can find more of my poems here on WoL or on my personal blog linked on my profile.
Comment is about TOKYO ON THE RADIO (blog)
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I thought this was one topic that didn’t feature in poetry!
Grim, gritty and very real and that’s just the poem. Great getting old I’m told
Comment is about I COULD HAVE SLEPT ALL NIGHT (blog)
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Luis
Tue 22nd Aug 2023 06:51
Hi Michael,
Reading your last two poem entries have made me create an account to let you know how well I currently resonate with them. Thanks for taking the time to share them and I hope you have a good night.
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