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Daily Archives: July 27, 2014



I watched the sun arising
Within the morning sky
A chilly breeze caressed my face
As the shadows of the sun passed by

All was quiet and peaceful
As I felt the warmth upon my face
I was in oar at the reflections
As they danced all over the place

As the sun arose in all its glory
Clouds of fluffy white appeared
Drifting slowly across the sun
Not a sound could be heard

I found all this very relaxing
Because we take nature for granted
We can sometime forget
At the beauty she has planted

It instils the very soul with energy
It opens our very censors to see
With a sense of clear vision
Without nature it just would not be

Malcolm G Bradshaw

Under Shelley’s hat


Shelley wrote his famous sonnet*

In just twenty minutes flat

That’s some going, it’s impressive.

Wish I wore the Shelley hat.

I’d knock sonnets out in dozens

They’d come pouring from my pen.

Poetic industry would flourish:

Wonders, time and time again.

Ballads, odes and the odd haiku,

Watch them dancing on the page.

All my own and all the rage.

But this, alas, is a mere day dream

Imagination all askew.

Random rhyme, no similes,

No metaphors, I ask you!

Poet manqué, you’re a has-been.

Go find something else to do.* Ozymandias.

By Ron Gardner

When You Are Old by William Butler Yeats -YOUR FAVOURITE POEM

William Butler Yeats was the most famous Irish poet of all time, and his poems of unrequited love for the beautiful and dangerous revolutionary Maud Gonne helped make her almost as famous as he was in Ireland. The first poem below is Yeats’ loose translation of a Ronsard poem, in which Yeats imagines the love of his life in her later years, tending a waning fire. The second poem, “The Wild Swans at Coole” is surely one of the most beautiful poems ever written, in any language.

When You Are Old

by William Butler Yeats

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

The Wild Swans at Coole
by William Butler Yeats

The trees are in their autumn beauty,
The woodland paths are dry,
Under the October twilight the water
Mirrors a still sky;
Upon the brimming water among the stones
Are nine and fifty swans.

The nineteenth Autumn has come upon me
Since I first made my count;
I saw, before I had well finished,
All suddenly mount
And scatter wheeling in great broken rings
Upon their clamorous wings.

I have looked upon those brilliant creatures,
And now my heart is sore.
All’s changed since I, hearing at twilight,
The first time on this shore,
The bell-beat of their wings above my head,
Trod with a lighter tread.

Unwearied still, lover by lover,
They paddle in the cold,
Companionable streams or climb the air;
Their hearts have not grown old;
Passion or conquest, wander where they will,
Attend upon them still.

But now they drift on the still water
Mysterious, beautiful;
Among what rushes will they build,
By what lake’s edge or pool
Delight men’s eyes, when I awake some day
To find they have flown away?





Oh how I long to be touched all my life – Promote Yourself

woman and man

Oh how I long to be touched all my life I have wanted to be the only focus of someone’s only desire

The cool look down the nose the warm touch as if I were the only one in the world you wanted

You would look at me and wonder what I was thinking and really cared and gave me your full attention.

I sit lonely and waiting for you to show , for when you don’t the pain I will know

Lost an hurt the pain begins ,I just want to let love in

But for now the joy Is not to be , for there is no you so there is no we

My heart is yours and it is for you to take, let this dream continue and for me not to wake

My dream is of a love hat has no bounds ,a touch from you makes my heart pound

You touch my hand as to say come to me ,for in my dreams I cannot  see

My needs are not for you to fill I, will continue this fantasy  oh yes I will

For in my dreams I am all yours ,you want me and hold me there are no doors

My heart breaks as the sleep goes away ,I open my eyes to another day

I wake to see that again I do not matter, my dream was just thoughtless patter

I go through my day and cant wait for the night ,for in my dreams all is right

Only in dreams I will be desired ,the rest is all thoughtless mire

Good night ,and let me be, as I look for that love that will forever be.

Sean Warren



They wore their badge in honour when they went out to war
But it is something that soon they no longer can display
The fact that the name of the Sherwood Foresters is to disappear
Has been greeted by Nottinghamshire folk with dismay
How can this proud name and its years of service
In fighting to preserve our country’s liberty
Be sacrificed on the altar of expediency
Pretending this will lead to greater efficiency
We know that the real reason is the economic situation
And that the value of tradition is set at nought
When we realise how taxes are being squandered
It makes us wonder if we value for what they fought
They gave their lives to preserve the English way of life
Our traditions and our pride in our nationality
But one by one they are gradually disappearing
As our lives become surrounded by banality
The time has come for us to make a stand
To fight for the traditions that we should treasure
To show our pride and gratitude for those who died
And to ensure the name of the Sherwood Foresters lives on forever
Ron Martin

shredded – Promote Yourself

Squashed in the middle
Of iron bars
Nanas knitting more

Victim of my own success
What am I supposed to do?

And people all reasonable
Calm and objectionable
I mean objective

What is it that you want to do
What is it that we can do
To reduce the stressful situation
Given the lines and targets
We have to meet?

And I swallow
And breathe
And agree
And am calm
And objectionable
I mean objective
And nod and don’t disagree

And let’s put in place
A meeting
And we’ll meet again
In two weeks time
To see how it is going.
You probably
Just need a rest.

A rest…

Well goodness me…
(Or words to that effect…)
I never thought of that…

cheryl bhagwandin
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