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Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2019 21:47:56 GMT
I don't know the actual title of this poem, but its about the of the exploitation of the Amazon for profit:
This winter I hope you get a splinter If you get a toboggan And it is a mahogan (John Hegley)
I am also a fan of Jon Cooper Clarke:
To convey one's mood In seventeen syllables Is very diffic (Haiku no. 1)
On a more serious note, I remain in awe of the elegant subversion of Wordsworth.
Patty, how about you give us an example of your work?
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Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2019 22:50:35 GMT
How about "Freedom to roam the EU without hinder" some of us will miss that if the evil plan succeeds. Accompanied by our dogs who have freedom to roam too...
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Post by Deleted on Sept 8, 2019 12:31:45 GMT
TBH I’ve never wanted to make money out of the music I’ve written in the past. never alone any poetry. It would just be nice to know people like it, or/and it perhaps being used by someone. I wrote a short book a few years ago to help newbies deal with tinnitus, I put it on the internet as a free book as I didn’t want to put people off by charging for it. Anyway, has anyone else here tried writing any poems? . I’ve written poetry for years... my mum did before me. I attended history of poetry course and encouraged to have a go at lots of different forms. I found satire to be very cathartic but sonnets s difficult. I have been involved in a poetry exchange as part of my recovery .. to dateapprox 4000 verses exchanged with my old friend in Scotland. The format varies and I can see us carrying on until one party RIP. I enjoy poetry. Here's a Scottish poet who was for a time the poet-laureate...
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Post by naughtyfox on Sept 8, 2019 15:44:06 GMT
Imagine if you can, I thought that was a man.
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Post by bills on Sept 8, 2019 16:08:31 GMT
Imagine if you can, I thought that was a man. But your vision is poor, you silly boor. It's Carol Ann Duffy, she just looks a little puffy.
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Sept 8, 2019 16:31:47 GMT
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Post by Jim on Sept 8, 2019 16:31:47 GMT
There's always the original Scots poet laureate, William McGonagal
The Tay Bridge Disaster Beautiful Railway Bridge of the Silv’ry Tay! Alas! I am very sorry to say That ninety lives have been taken away On the last Sabbath day of 1879, Which will be remember’d for a very long time.
’Twas about seven o’clock at night, And the wind it blew with all its might, And the rain came pouring down, And the dark clouds seem’d to frown, And the Demon of the air seem’d to say- “I’ll blow down the Bridge of Tay.”
When the train left Edinburgh The passengers’ hearts were light and felt no sorrow, But Boreas blew a terrific gale, Which made their hearts for to quail, And many of the passengers with fear did say- “I hope God will send us safe across the Bridge of Tay.”
But when the train came near to Wormit Bay, Boreas he did loud and angry bray, And shook the central girders of the Bridge of Tay On the last Sabbath day of 1879, Which will be remember’d for a very long time.
So the train sped on with all its might, And Bonnie Dundee soon hove in sight, And the passengers’ hearts felt light, Thinking they would enjoy themselves on the New Year, With their friends at home they lov’d most dear, And wish them all a happy New Year.
So the train mov’d slowly along the Bridge of Tay, Until it was about midway, Then the central girders with a crash gave way, And down went the train and passengers into the Tay! The Storm Fiend did loudly bray, Because ninety lives had been taken away, On the last Sabbath day of 1879, Which will be remember’d for a very long time.
As soon as the catastrophe came to be known The alarm from mouth to mouth was blown, And the cry rang out all o’er the town, Good Heavens! the Tay Bridge is blown down, And a passenger train from Edinburgh, Which fill’d all the peoples hearts with sorrow, And made them for to turn pale, Because none of the passengers were sav’d to tell the tale How the disaster happen’d on the last Sabbath day of 1879, Which will be remember’d for a very long time.
It must have been an awful sight, To witness in the dusky moonlight, While the Storm Fiend did laugh, and angry did bray, Along the Railway Bridge of the Silv’ry Tay, Oh! ill-fated Bridge of the Silv’ry Tay, I must now conclude my lay By telling the world fearlessly without the least dismay, That your central girders would not have given way, At least many sensible men do say, Had they been supported on each side with buttresses, At least many sensible men confesses, For the stronger we our houses do build, The less chance we have of being killed.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 8, 2019 16:40:45 GMT
I really like Carol-Ann and her work. She grew up in a very deprived area where I expect she took a lot of shit for pursuing her vocation, to say nothing of being openly gay in a culture most-often noted for its pre-occupation with drinking and fighting. Still, becoming a published author and holding the title of poet-laureate was probably reward enough.
John Hegley is a comedian, he's best appreciated live, there are a few videos of his work on you tube.
John Cooper-Clarke is in a similar groove, but his stuff often has a very socially aware content; he has been awarded an honorary doctorate from Salford University.
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Post by Jim on Sept 8, 2019 16:44:32 GMT
I really like Carol-Ann and her work. She grew up in a very deprived area where I expect she took a lot of shit for pursuing her vocation, to say nothing of being openly gay in a culture most-often noted for its pre-occupation with drinking and fighting. Still, becoming a published author and holding the title of poet=laureate was probably reward enough. John Hegley is a comedian, he's best appreciated live, there are a few videos of his work on you tube. John Cooper-Clarke is in a similar groove, but his stuff often has a very socially aware content; he has been awarded an honorary doctorate from Salford University. Saw Dr John in the punk daze, in a pub in Bury. Grand chap.
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