Solomon's poetry thread

[Joto]

Not much but I'll be visiting Sheffield in August with hubby, isn't that exciting?

[Solomon1]

Not much but I'll be visiting Sheffield in August with hubby, isn't that exciting?

 

ooo! first time?

[Joto]

ooo! first time?

 

I emigrated to Canada I lived in Sheffield for 31 years while hubby was working we came home every year, but not now. It's 5 years since we were last home. Anyhow I'm off topic here, welcome back Solomon you'll surprise a few people when they log on today. ( It's still Thursday here in Canada)

[Solomon1]

I emigrated to Canada I lived in Sheffield for 31 years while hubby was working we came home every year, but not now. It's 5 years since we were last home. Anyhow I'm off topic here, welcome back Solomon you'll surprise a few people when they log on today. ( It's still Thursday here in Canada)

 

Thank you kind lady

[Joto]

Thank you kind lady

 

Goodnight Solomon or in your case Good morning

[hazel]

This is a poem that I sent in to the Dec competition

 

 

The 11 o’clock call

 

 

One Christmas Eve as I recall

I met a man I didn’t know at all

A knock on the door the dream carries on

everyone’s fantasies rolled into one.

We both set aside our separate lives

And for a few hours were mesmerised

 

Both of us knew it could not last

Both enjoying the time that passed

A few brief moments out of time

Stay in my memory-- is it just mine ?

Whether he thinks of it the same

Or perhaps to him it was only a game

 

The 11 o’clock call is all that is left

of moments of pleasure--leaving both bereft.

 

 

 

hazel

[hazel]

Just reread this thread and really enjoyed it

hazel

[mr_blue_owl]

SCARLET POPPIES

 

I laboured on the farmer’s land

I ploughed the furrows all day long

The simple life was good enough

The air was clean, my arms were strong

 

I’d walk along the winding path

That took me thro’ the misty dell

To where the scarlet poppies grew

And there I’d meet my dear Michelle

 

I’d promise her undying love

I’d softly stroke her pretty face

A scarlet poppy I would pick

For in my lover’s hair to place

 

One day I went to meet Michelle

I told her I’d been called to fight

A pointless war across the sea

We cried and held each other tight

-------

Crouched low inside a muddy trench

The soil was damp with morning dew

It smelled just like a place back home

The field where scarlet poppies grew

 

Then we were told to charge the foe

Much carnage wreaked that bloody day

My comrade fell down to the ground

As both his legs were blown away

 

I heard him crying out my name

His eyes stared at the cold grey sky

‘My life is through, all hope is gone

‘Tis better now that I should die’

 

His tortured voice I could not bear

‘May God forgive me this’ I said

I kissed his cheek, I shed a tear

I fired the bullet in his head

 

As I approached a grassy ridge

A gun appeared upon the crest

I stared into the face of death

I felt a pain deep in my chest

 

Now all my dying eyes can see

Are scarlet poppies everywhere

Like those that grow in English fields

Those I placed in my true love’s hair

[G12Ravda]

Thank you for sharing my grief,

I am hoping to be able to read it out at the service.

 

hazel

 

My heart goes out to you Hazel. I do hope you find the strength to read out

those beautiful words. God bless you.

I wrote something similar, for my dear mother but had to let the vicar read it out, as my grief was overwhelming.

[mr_blue_owl]

I dreamed that I had seen the smile

Which was always upon your face

Then I recalled that you had gone

To some better and pain free place

The happy days seem long ago

When we would talk and laugh for hours

But we shall do so once again

In a field of wild blue flowers