Poems and Pictures 2 - Percy the Clamper
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Can't help but agree - it'd be nice to find an image that does the words justice!
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Thought I would post this. It was my back-up image for my 52 - and yes, the 'bower of Arcadian sweets' was tesco, but thats beside the point 
The Winter Nosegay by William Cowper
What Nature, alas! has deni'd
To the delicate growth of our isle,
Art has in a measure suppli'd,
And winter is deck'd with a smile.
See, Mary, what beauties I bring
From the shelter of that sunny shed,
Where the flowers have the charms of the spring,
Though abroad they are frozen and dead.
'Tis a bower of Arcadian sweets,
Where Flora is still in her prime;
A fortress to which she retreats,
From the cruel assaults of the clime.
While earth wears a mantle of snow,
These pinks are as fresh and as gay,
As the fairest and sweetest that blow
On the beautiful bosom of May.
See how they have safely surviv'd
The frowns of a sky so severe!
Such Mary's true love that has liv'd
Through many a turbulent year.
The charms of the late-blowing rose,
Seem grac'd with a livelier hue,
And the winter of sorrow best shows
The truth of a friend, such as you.
The Winter Nosegay by William Cowper
What Nature, alas! has deni'd
To the delicate growth of our isle,
Art has in a measure suppli'd,
And winter is deck'd with a smile.
See, Mary, what beauties I bring
From the shelter of that sunny shed,
Where the flowers have the charms of the spring,
Though abroad they are frozen and dead.
'Tis a bower of Arcadian sweets,
Where Flora is still in her prime;
A fortress to which she retreats,
From the cruel assaults of the clime.
While earth wears a mantle of snow,
These pinks are as fresh and as gay,
As the fairest and sweetest that blow
On the beautiful bosom of May.
See how they have safely surviv'd
The frowns of a sky so severe!
Such Mary's true love that has liv'd
Through many a turbulent year.
The charms of the late-blowing rose,
Seem grac'd with a livelier hue,
And the winter of sorrow best shows
The truth of a friend, such as you.
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Pic by me to illustrate the poem by my bruv 
The Labyrinth
I walked throughout a labyrinth,
I stumbled lost and blind,
I entered all it's chambers
To see what I could find.
One shone with old green lanterns,
An envy I sensed there,
I didn't linger too long
And searched for those more fair.
Quite soon I found another
Where burned a warming fire,
It's aura was enticing,
A place of sweet desire.
And some were full of laughter
While some were full of fears,
Each room held something different,
Some happiness, some tears.
You ask what is this labyrinth
Where chambered tunnels wind?
The answer is quite simple:
The labyrinth is my mind.
The Labyrinth
I walked throughout a labyrinth,
I stumbled lost and blind,
I entered all it's chambers
To see what I could find.
One shone with old green lanterns,
An envy I sensed there,
I didn't linger too long
And searched for those more fair.
Quite soon I found another
Where burned a warming fire,
It's aura was enticing,
A place of sweet desire.
And some were full of laughter
While some were full of fears,
Each room held something different,
Some happiness, some tears.
You ask what is this labyrinth
Where chambered tunnels wind?
The answer is quite simple:
The labyrinth is my mind.
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Good between the sheets
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Seeing as I posted this in the 52s I have no excuse! I used to write a small bit of poetry years ago, but for the life of me I don't know where any of it is! My brain doesn't work quite as crazy as it used to back then. Anyway, I put pen to paper again for the sake of the 52s. Actually, I haven't thought of a name for it yet... anyway:
With each snow fall I shiver with anticipation
Windows locked, hatched, and barred.
Outside the carnage resumes, striving to achieve.
The morning montage of motion,
People, buses, bikes and cars.
But what is it that we must prove?
To shine or to conquer is this our driving need?
I wish for the day that simplicity rules,
Where this pain and will to succeed rules me no more.
I cut, I hurt, I bleed, this mortality that I see...
This life is me.
With each snow fall I shiver with anticipation
Windows locked, hatched, and barred.
Outside the carnage resumes, striving to achieve.
The morning montage of motion,
People, buses, bikes and cars.
But what is it that we must prove?
To shine or to conquer is this our driving need?
I wish for the day that simplicity rules,
Where this pain and will to succeed rules me no more.
I cut, I hurt, I bleed, this mortality that I see...
This life is me.
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Poem by Bob, image by me:
Travelling
I'm travelling, where this path goes
I'll face my new tomorrows,
I'm leaving, don't know why I chose
A pocket-full of sorrows.
I'll watch the swooping dawn-blessed bird
And diamond starlight falling,
Beyond the bustling human herd
The long free road is calling.
I've read old poets and I take
Heed of the things that they did,
I want to stand beside a lake
And heal when my pain's faded.
No more sad pages left to pen,
No more weary depression,
It's time to take the trail again
In love with each impression.
I'll pass the wealthy on my way,
The rich man and his wife smile
Yet I'll possess more every day
With my poor Gypsy lifestyle.
The tree and stream, the forest lane
Grey mountains in the distance,
To ancient sites in sun or rain
The heart feels no resistance.
Some things stay hidden, some we lose
And some are for unravelling,
You'll only find them if you choose
The open road for travelling.
Travelling
I'm travelling, where this path goes
I'll face my new tomorrows,
I'm leaving, don't know why I chose
A pocket-full of sorrows.
I'll watch the swooping dawn-blessed bird
And diamond starlight falling,
Beyond the bustling human herd
The long free road is calling.
I've read old poets and I take
Heed of the things that they did,
I want to stand beside a lake
And heal when my pain's faded.
No more sad pages left to pen,
No more weary depression,
It's time to take the trail again
In love with each impression.
I'll pass the wealthy on my way,
The rich man and his wife smile
Yet I'll possess more every day
With my poor Gypsy lifestyle.
The tree and stream, the forest lane
Grey mountains in the distance,
To ancient sites in sun or rain
The heart feels no resistance.
Some things stay hidden, some we lose
And some are for unravelling,
You'll only find them if you choose
The open road for travelling.
Bruja
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This is one of my 52 entries for this year on the theme poem/poetry. It includeas all the themes from last year, and in order too, even Grunge Sarah
ODE to 2009
Today I looked in the mirror
And saw my reflection staring back
My history, my learning, my hopes and dreams
And what a surprise I found
Life is full of opposites
But we can all feel special
In crowds, among friends
With such wealth in our life
But it's easy to confuse
Our identity with our roles
But with wisdom in our lives
Our relationships matter most
Poverty is relative in all our lives
whether with friends or posessions
And we can feel up when we get
A simple letter of love
A supportive duo can dull
The longing we feel in the dark
When it's simple to believe that life is linear
But our emotions are complex
Given time and inspiration
Our development can lead to freedom
Though in the night it may be
So difficult to see the highlight of the day
But we can still have fun
It's easy when you know how
To bring colour to your life
And provide food for your mind
With enough exposure to life
We can see that things are not mono
Life isn't black and white
So we can season our life
We can take away the grunge and grind
Of living, and with respect and friendship
We can make a fresh start and begin to enjoy
Life with a passion long forgotten
But, like a fish out of water
Life can seem out of context for a while
As we break out of our bubbles
And get the low down on what our life could be
It's not all about doom and gloom
But without communication
we can feel trapped
by our sense of self
And in trying to get organised
we can end up in a state of confusion
Not knowing what to do, but music helps me through
Easing the pain that life can bring
In sickness and in health
Whether physical or mental
Attempting to change for the better
Can add texture to our life
So here we are at the end
Of my thoughts about last year
I hope you all enjoyed them
But if not, why should I care
That life was mine
And mine alone
But shared with you
And now ...... I'm gone
Today I looked in the mirror
And saw my reflection staring back
My history, my learning, my hopes and dreams
And what a surprise I found
Life is full of opposites
But we can all feel special
In crowds, among friends
With such wealth in our life
But it's easy to confuse
Our identity with our roles
But with wisdom in our lives
Our relationships matter most
Poverty is relative in all our lives
whether with friends or posessions
And we can feel up when we get
A simple letter of love
A supportive duo can dull
The longing we feel in the dark
When it's simple to believe that life is linear
But our emotions are complex
Given time and inspiration
Our development can lead to freedom
Though in the night it may be
So difficult to see the highlight of the day
But we can still have fun
It's easy when you know how
To bring colour to your life
And provide food for your mind
With enough exposure to life
We can see that things are not mono
Life isn't black and white
So we can season our life
We can take away the grunge and grind
Of living, and with respect and friendship
We can make a fresh start and begin to enjoy
Life with a passion long forgotten
But, like a fish out of water
Life can seem out of context for a while
As we break out of our bubbles
And get the low down on what our life could be
It's not all about doom and gloom
But without communication
we can feel trapped
by our sense of self
And in trying to get organised
we can end up in a state of confusion
Not knowing what to do, but music helps me through
Easing the pain that life can bring
In sickness and in health
Whether physical or mental
Attempting to change for the better
Can add texture to our life
So here we are at the end
Of my thoughts about last year
I hope you all enjoyed them
But if not, why should I care
That life was mine
And mine alone
But shared with you
And now ...... I'm gone
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Its a long time since I posted anything here...so lets get going again.
This poem's a lovely one from my bro, image by me (with his approval)
This poem's a lovely one from my bro, image by me (with his approval
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Paths of Contentment
Love, because to love
Can help a lonely soul in need,
Touch, because to touch
Is like the planting of a seed.
Smile, because a smile
Is missed whenever you are sad,
Learn, because to learn
Is grasping good instead of bad.
Sense, because to sense
It doesn't matter if you're blind,
Know, because to know
Can turn the keys within your mind.
Read, because to read
Reveals the wisdom on the page,
Bless, because to bless
Sustains the heart from youth to age.
Stand, because to stand
Is facing bitter pain and blows,
Wish, because to wish
Ensures the spirit ever grows.
Be, because to be
Is crossing sorrow's aching streams,
Hope, because you'll grope
The most impossible of dreams.
Pass, because to pass
Is just a temporary end,
Live, forever live
Because Eternity's a friend.
Love, because to love
Can help a lonely soul in need,
Touch, because to touch
Is like the planting of a seed.
Smile, because a smile
Is missed whenever you are sad,
Learn, because to learn
Is grasping good instead of bad.
Sense, because to sense
It doesn't matter if you're blind,
Know, because to know
Can turn the keys within your mind.
Read, because to read
Reveals the wisdom on the page,
Bless, because to bless
Sustains the heart from youth to age.
Stand, because to stand
Is facing bitter pain and blows,
Wish, because to wish
Ensures the spirit ever grows.
Be, because to be
Is crossing sorrow's aching streams,
Hope, because you'll grope
The most impossible of dreams.
Pass, because to pass
Is just a temporary end,
Live, forever live
Because Eternity's a friend.
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From the sublime to the ridiculous. Same photographer and same poet as the pair above
Percy the Clamper
Now Percy was a clamper
By Eastbourne's sunny bay
Who loved to put a damper
On every driver's day.
Tormenting folks for wages,
His van used to conceal
Those metal yellow cages
Designed to stop each wheel.
The trouble was with Percy
He wasn't prone to flinch,
No motorist got mercy,
He never gave an inch.
In Eastbourne's seaside region
Immune to any curse
His random strikes were legion,
He'd even clamped a hearse.
He ate lunch in a diner
On one more day of fines
Then spied a Morris Minor
Parked on two yellow lines.
Alert as some great eagle
He swooped to clamp the car,
Although his act was legal
This time he'd gone too far.
You see, the empty Morris
Belonged to Doris Clough;
You didn't mess with Doris,
A pensioner, but tough.
She'd only parked there briefly,
The chemist's AJ Miles
Supplied old Doris chiefly
With treatment for her piles.
When she emerged to witness
A clamp about to lock
She gained new strength and fitness -
Red mist turned back the clock.
The newly issued ticket
She tore it up and swore,
She told him where to stick it
Then lectured him on war.
Yelled Doris 'I once battled
Through Hitler's dreaded Blitz!'
While Percy, looking rattled
Knew he'd got on her tits.
That wooden prop for hobblers,
Her walking stick she aimed,
It smashed him in the cobblers
Then Percy fell down maimed.
She drove off and a small crowd
Gave Doris their applause,
She waved back feeling all proud
While Percy clutched his balls.
He left the job defeated,
The clamping stopped, praise be!
Now drivers don't get heated
And Eastbourne prom is free.
Percy the Clamper
Now Percy was a clamper
By Eastbourne's sunny bay
Who loved to put a damper
On every driver's day.
Tormenting folks for wages,
His van used to conceal
Those metal yellow cages
Designed to stop each wheel.
The trouble was with Percy
He wasn't prone to flinch,
No motorist got mercy,
He never gave an inch.
In Eastbourne's seaside region
Immune to any curse
His random strikes were legion,
He'd even clamped a hearse.
He ate lunch in a diner
On one more day of fines
Then spied a Morris Minor
Parked on two yellow lines.
Alert as some great eagle
He swooped to clamp the car,
Although his act was legal
This time he'd gone too far.
You see, the empty Morris
Belonged to Doris Clough;
You didn't mess with Doris,
A pensioner, but tough.
She'd only parked there briefly,
The chemist's AJ Miles
Supplied old Doris chiefly
With treatment for her piles.
When she emerged to witness
A clamp about to lock
She gained new strength and fitness -
Red mist turned back the clock.
The newly issued ticket
She tore it up and swore,
She told him where to stick it
Then lectured him on war.
Yelled Doris 'I once battled
Through Hitler's dreaded Blitz!'
While Percy, looking rattled
Knew he'd got on her tits.
That wooden prop for hobblers,
Her walking stick she aimed,
It smashed him in the cobblers
Then Percy fell down maimed.
She drove off and a small crowd
Gave Doris their applause,
She waved back feeling all proud
While Percy clutched his balls.
He left the job defeated,
The clamping stopped, praise be!
Now drivers don't get heated
And Eastbourne prom is free.
