Solomon's poetry thread

[Solomon1]

I cast my mind back years ago

When I was only 10 or so

And life seemed oh so simple then

A full toy box, a garden den.

 

I had no worries, life was good

No future plans for adulthood

Getting lost my only fear..........

And the occasional clip around the ear!

 

so true saxon

[Solomon1]

All together now:

 

This is the dawning of the Age of Aquarius

The Age of Aquarius

Aquarius! Aquarius!

 

Harmony and understanding

Sympathy and trust abounding

No more falsehoods or derisions

Golden living dreams of visions

Mystic crystal revelation

And the mind's true liberation

Aquarius! Aquarius!

 

 

:D

[Solomon1]

Wind

 

This house has been far out at sea all night,

The woods crashing through darkness, the booming hills,

Winds stampeding the fields under the window

Floundering black astride and blinding wet

 

Till day rose; then under an orange sky

The hills had new places, and wind wielded

Blade-light, luminous black and emerald,

Flexing like the lens of a mad eye.

 

At noon I scaled along the house-side as far as

The coal-house door. Once I looked up -

Through the brunt wind that dented the balls of my eyes

The tent of the hills drummed and strained its guyrope,

 

The fields quivering, the skyline a grimace,

At any second to bang and vanish with a flap;

The wind flung a magpie away and a black-

Back gull bent like an iron bar slowly. The house

 

Rang like some fine green goblet in the note

That any second would shatter it. Now deep

In chairs, in front of the great fire, we grip

Our hearts and cannot entertain book, thought,

 

Or each other. We watch the fire blazing,

And feel the roots of the house move, but sit on,

Seeing the window tremble to come in,

Hearing the stones cry out under the horizons.

Ted Hughes

[Solomon1]

i love this poem . learnt it at school and its wildness really made an impression on me

[mr_blue_owl]

 

:D

 

Aquarius, Aquarius

:banana::banana:

[mr_blue_owl]

The house rang like some fine green goblet in the note

 

I was reading it out my missus and that line came out something like

 

The louse fang hiked nine green gob snotlets in the goat

[Joto]

Her hands reached to where the bikini was tied

When she pulled on the string I nearly died

The bikini top fell away to the ground

Revealing her norks so firm and so round

 

I sat and I watch and I hoped and I prayed

That she’ll take off the thong and ….

 

To be continued

 

Stop teasing the men Mr blue, where's the end? or would you get a ban if you wrote it

[mr_blue_owl]

Her hands reached to where the bikini was tied

When she pulled on the string I nearly died

The bikini top fell away to the ground

Revealing her norks so firm and so round

 

I sat and I watch and I hoped and I prayed

That she’ll take off the thong and ….

 

To be continued

 

Stop teasing the men Mr blue, where's the end? or would you get a ban if you wrote it

 

HI Joto,

Sometimes you just gotta keep your readers thirsting for more:D

The end will be revealed -and maybe something else will be revealed- in the fullness of time *walks off whistling, hands in pockets*

[jobee]

Dusk

 

 

 

The sun starts its downward glide,

Huge and glowing reddoned with pride,

The days work loved and done,

Breathing life into mans kingdom.

 

Slowly descending this giant orb,

Emitting light that plants absorb,

Lower and lower then disappears,

Only the glowing horizon appears.

 

A cool breeze begins to stir,

Flies and midges clear the air,

The occasional sound of falling things,

A spectre of silence and all it brings.

 

Listening for the occasional noise,

As night things begin to express their voice,

Roaming free and and helped by the night,

Creatures wait to show their might.

 

The moons face observing all,

High and aloof just a glowering ball,

Its craggy face not changing its stare,

Penetrating the cool night air.

 

Occasionally obscured by darkening clouds,

Rolling shadows by pillowing shrouds,

Starlight twinkling from afar,

Like aliens observing who we are.

 

Tis night now and day is done

We wait the morrows rising sun,

The celestial orb that gives us life

How much longer can its energies drive?

 

John Bishop

Copyright © - John Bishop - All rights reserved

[mr_blue_owl]

The Blender and the Vendor

 

The idiot explained to the vendor

That it would be so much fun

To stick his hand into a blender

And watch his red blood run

 

To see your red blood running free

I am sure would be so funny

The sight would really tickle me

But blenders as you know, cost money

 

‘No problem’ the idiot told the vendor

‘It will be worth every penny’

‘How much cash you got, big spender’?

The idiot said ‘I don’t have any’

 

Let us now cease this balderdash

I do not wish to sound bombastic

But do not return without some cash’

The idiot said ‘do you take plastic?

 

‘Of course, of course’ the vendor cried

‘I see you can be quite a teaser’

The idiot ginned as the blender he eyed

‘Would you like Mastercard or Visa’?

 

‘Either one will do just fine

Another sale means more commission

If you’ll just sign upon this line

You’ve have made the right decision’

 

The vendor smiled at the transaction

Of the price he’d charged the nut

The blender was worth just a fraction

It was a display from cardboard cut

 

‘Now refunds we will never make

And please do not take this too hard

That blender you moron, is just a fake’

‘Really? Just like my credit card!’.