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John your photos go so well with ** brothers poems another beautiful match
Thanks Ruth - we'll be discussing the book project soon
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A small offering from me.
The half moon shows a face of plaintive sweetness
Ready and poised to wax or wane;
A fire of pale desire in incompleteness,
Tending to pleasure or to pain:-
Lo, while we gaze she rolleth on in fleetness
To perfect loss or perfect gain.
Half bitterness we know, we know half sweetness;
This world is all on wax, on wane:
When shall completeness round time's incompleteness,
Fulfilling joy, fulfilling pain?-
Lo, while we ask, life rolleth on in fleetness
To finished loss or finished gain.
By Christina Rossetti
The half moon shows a face of plaintive sweetness
Ready and poised to wax or wane;
A fire of pale desire in incompleteness,
Tending to pleasure or to pain:-
Lo, while we gaze she rolleth on in fleetness
To perfect loss or perfect gain.
Half bitterness we know, we know half sweetness;
This world is all on wax, on wane:
When shall completeness round time's incompleteness,
Fulfilling joy, fulfilling pain?-
Lo, while we ask, life rolleth on in fleetness
To finished loss or finished gain.
By Christina Rossetti
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Thanks Karin welcome to this thread
Thanks John,that's the Kia of my TP name
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(I know its not a T Rex
but its the best I had )Poem by Bob!
The Greatest Dinosaur
Before pollution's choking gas
And modern life became,
Before the the populating mass
Of humans even came,
Our nature chose to nominate
A beast to rule the world
That had the means to dominate,
Colossal, here it dwelled.
Tyrannosaurus Rex ensured
The terrors it would bring
And once it walked this earth as Lord,
A King of everything.
No fiercer giant has there been
From mighty tail to claw,
Both living creature and machine,
The greatest dinosaur.
And archeologists that sieved
Old soil wrote in their texts:
The most amazing thing that lived,
Tyrannosaurus Rex.
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(I know its not a T Rex
Poem by Bob!
The Greatest Dinosaur
Before pollution's choking gas
And modern life became,
Before the the populating mass
Of humans even came,
Our nature chose to nominate
A beast to rule the world
That had the means to dominate,
Colossal, here it dwelled.
Tyrannosaurus Rex ensured
The terrors it would bring
And once it walked this earth as Lord,
A King of everything.
No fiercer giant has there been
From mighty tail to claw,
Both living creature and machine,
The greatest dinosaur.
And archeologists that sieved
Old soil wrote in their texts:
The most amazing thing that lived,
Tyrannosaurus Rex.
Another fantastic pair John
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Thanks Ruth and for a Friday here's a funny one - normal picture/poem combo of me and the bro
It made me smile - I hope it works for you!
Maximus the Moaner
There once was a critical Roman
Whose verbal attacks were unique,
A legendary figure, a showman -
It's Maximus of whom I speak.
Whatever place Maximus sat in,
Wherever he marched to as well,
He slated the Empire in Latin,
A list of his pet hates he'd tell.
The legion, he could overwhelm it
Till colleagues got totally bored,
He wasn't too pleased with his helmet
As well as the size of his sword.
Then one day there came some new orders,
When Hadrian, back home from Gaul
Announced Rome was blocking it's borders
And Britain was getting a wall.
Poor Maximus wasn't contented
For building just wasn't his scene,
He got drunk and never relented,
Demented, he vented his spleen.
He bitched on the ship going over,
Resulting in plenty of tiffs
And when it dropped anchor at Dover
He criticised all the white cliffs.
The Roman roads went on forever,
He didn't like those or the Brits
Or any of England's bad weather,
The rain and cold got on his tits.
En route to his northern location
How Maximus sniped on that path,
He poured scorn on each destination
From Londinium on to Bath.
Arriving, he gave a big lecture
About the poor state of the site,
He slated the wall's architecture
And stated the bricks weren't quite right.
Without any justified reason
He knocked the great Emperor too
And when he got dragged off for treason
Old Maximus turned the air blue.
His sentence was harsh and so awful,
For Maximus pain was to come -
As punishment for words unlawful
A gladiator he'd become.
At last thronging crowds he could see 'em,
He strolled out with trident and net,
They clapped at the vast Colosseum
In hope that a good show they'd get.
A tiger appeared looking fearful,
Yet on hearing Maximus moan
It couldn't stand one further earful
And luckily left him alone.
Forgiven for his misdemeanour
He got the thumbs up but still whined -
As he left the cheering arena
He said it was poorly designed.
He popped his clogs when he was eighty,
Olympus now got his abuse,
When Maximus met the chief deity
He slagged off the whole place to Zeus.
It made me smile - I hope it works for you!
Maximus the Moaner
There once was a critical Roman
Whose verbal attacks were unique,
A legendary figure, a showman -
It's Maximus of whom I speak.
Whatever place Maximus sat in,
Wherever he marched to as well,
He slated the Empire in Latin,
A list of his pet hates he'd tell.
The legion, he could overwhelm it
Till colleagues got totally bored,
He wasn't too pleased with his helmet
As well as the size of his sword.
Then one day there came some new orders,
When Hadrian, back home from Gaul
Announced Rome was blocking it's borders
And Britain was getting a wall.
Poor Maximus wasn't contented
For building just wasn't his scene,
He got drunk and never relented,
Demented, he vented his spleen.
He bitched on the ship going over,
Resulting in plenty of tiffs
And when it dropped anchor at Dover
He criticised all the white cliffs.
The Roman roads went on forever,
He didn't like those or the Brits
Or any of England's bad weather,
The rain and cold got on his tits.
En route to his northern location
How Maximus sniped on that path,
He poured scorn on each destination
From Londinium on to Bath.
Arriving, he gave a big lecture
About the poor state of the site,
He slated the wall's architecture
And stated the bricks weren't quite right.
Without any justified reason
He knocked the great Emperor too
And when he got dragged off for treason
Old Maximus turned the air blue.
His sentence was harsh and so awful,
For Maximus pain was to come -
As punishment for words unlawful
A gladiator he'd become.
At last thronging crowds he could see 'em,
He strolled out with trident and net,
They clapped at the vast Colosseum
In hope that a good show they'd get.
A tiger appeared looking fearful,
Yet on hearing Maximus moan
It couldn't stand one further earful
And luckily left him alone.
Forgiven for his misdemeanour
He got the thumbs up but still whined -
As he left the cheering arena
He said it was poorly designed.
He popped his clogs when he was eighty,
Olympus now got his abuse,
When Maximus met the chief deity
He slagged off the whole place to Zeus.
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I saw a bird
Sitting, singing, perching
And wondered could he be like me
Could he too be searching
Not for a reason
Not for a place
Not for a person
Not for a face
But for who he is
He is only but a bird
Never once a human deed
Never once a human word
Ahhh, but he is like me
An face unnoticed in the crowd
That is until he speaks
Until he sings his song aloud
A simple bird has lit my path
Unveiled all I need to do
I can't allow myself to be afraid
I have to sing my song loud too
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Right this one's a bit special Ian D J kindly drew the cartoon that illustrates this poem by my bro' as getting a photo of a dead composer was proving tricky
My thanks to Ian for the excellent image and to Bob for the words!
Beethoven's Orchestrated Quarrel
In Heaven silence presided,
Classical greats were sedate
Until Beethoven decided
To spark off a heated debate.
Telling Grieg he was a poser,
Slating his Concerto too,
Insulting every composer
Ludwig, he still wasn't through.
Acting like some crazy Pharoah
Calling Sibelius a wimp,
He even bashed Ravel's Bolero
Till Ravel developed a limp.
Said he 'I'm the Maestro who knows Art,
The one who can pull in a crowd!'
Which rather offended young Mozart
Who thought he was talking too loud.
Ludwig yelled 'Like it or lump it'
While putting down each note and clef,
Waving his massive ear trumpet,
You see he was quite Mutt and Jeff.
'Chopin is wearing a dud wig!'
Cried Wagner angrily now,
Chopin was served drinks by Ludwig
And alcohol worsened the row.
Prokofiev fell off the wagon,
Rachmaninov tried to assist,
After his seventeenth flagon
Bach had become Brahms and Liszt.
Debussy was no longer mellow,
For reasons of honour he smashed
One tuba, two flutes and a cello,
Four Seasons he'd heard being trashed.
Bizet called Handel a phoney,
Mahler called Haydn a louse,
Tchaikovsky slagged Albinoni,
Verdi made faces at Strauss.
Elgar sought solace in Schubert,
Pouring wine from a carafe
Asking him 'What do I do Bert?
They think my Nimrod is naff.'
Rossini got very rowdy,
Mendelssohn swaggered about,
Puccini upset Vivaldi
Who whipped his violin out.
Holst stated 'Arguments pain us'
All said his Planets were tat,
Especially knocking Uranus -
Holst said no more after that.
Manners were sadly eroded,
Genius soon lost it's poise,
Pachelbel's Canon exploded
Silencing them with it's noise.
Beethoven, cause of the riot
Poured tea and had a nice sup;
When Heaven got rather quiet
He loved to liven it up.
Ian D J kindly drew the cartoon that illustrates this poem by my bro' as getting a photo of a dead composer was proving tricky My thanks to Ian for the excellent image and to Bob for the words!
Beethoven's Orchestrated Quarrel
In Heaven silence presided,
Classical greats were sedate
Until Beethoven decided
To spark off a heated debate.
Telling Grieg he was a poser,
Slating his Concerto too,
Insulting every composer
Ludwig, he still wasn't through.
Acting like some crazy Pharoah
Calling Sibelius a wimp,
He even bashed Ravel's Bolero
Till Ravel developed a limp.
Said he 'I'm the Maestro who knows Art,
The one who can pull in a crowd!'
Which rather offended young Mozart
Who thought he was talking too loud.
Ludwig yelled 'Like it or lump it'
While putting down each note and clef,
Waving his massive ear trumpet,
You see he was quite Mutt and Jeff.
'Chopin is wearing a dud wig!'
Cried Wagner angrily now,
Chopin was served drinks by Ludwig
And alcohol worsened the row.
Prokofiev fell off the wagon,
Rachmaninov tried to assist,
After his seventeenth flagon
Bach had become Brahms and Liszt.
Debussy was no longer mellow,
For reasons of honour he smashed
One tuba, two flutes and a cello,
Four Seasons he'd heard being trashed.
Bizet called Handel a phoney,
Mahler called Haydn a louse,
Tchaikovsky slagged Albinoni,
Verdi made faces at Strauss.
Elgar sought solace in Schubert,
Pouring wine from a carafe
Asking him 'What do I do Bert?
They think my Nimrod is naff.'
Rossini got very rowdy,
Mendelssohn swaggered about,
Puccini upset Vivaldi
Who whipped his violin out.
Holst stated 'Arguments pain us'
All said his Planets were tat,
Especially knocking Uranus -
Holst said no more after that.
Manners were sadly eroded,
Genius soon lost it's poise,
Pachelbel's Canon exploded
Silencing them with it's noise.
Beethoven, cause of the riot
Poured tea and had a nice sup;
When Heaven got rather quiet
He loved to liven it up.
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Incredible image by my good friend RobertP (for which thanks Rob!) and poem to accompany it from the usual source
Techno Ode
Technology l'd bin it,
It seems so capable
And growing every minute -
It's inescapable.
You see we're not all gluttons
For loads of gigabytes,
Computers and their buttons
And pixels give me frights.
It's only old maps I prod,
No Sat Nav to direct,
I haven't got an i pod
Or tripod to erect.
I used to love black vinyl,
Now all download for free,
I thought CDs were final -
Until the mp3.
I don't want solar panels,
I neither hope nor wish
For 50 TV channels
That come with some tin dish.
It must be great for you lot,
You brainiacs out there
But I ain't got a clue what
Sends e mails through the air.
My PC's quite exotic
And proves I'm also held
Inside the great robotic,
Computer ruled new world
Techno Ode
Technology l'd bin it,
It seems so capable
And growing every minute -
It's inescapable.
You see we're not all gluttons
For loads of gigabytes,
Computers and their buttons
And pixels give me frights.
It's only old maps I prod,
No Sat Nav to direct,
I haven't got an i pod
Or tripod to erect.
I used to love black vinyl,
Now all download for free,
I thought CDs were final -
Until the mp3.
I don't want solar panels,
I neither hope nor wish
For 50 TV channels
That come with some tin dish.
It must be great for you lot,
You brainiacs out there
But I ain't got a clue what
Sends e mails through the air.
My PC's quite exotic
And proves I'm also held
Inside the great robotic,
Computer ruled new world
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This poem I know is special to a few people I've shared it with, I think its one of my brother's best. The image is from Charlie (aka sawman) to whom thanks
Solitude
O solitude you are to me
A shelter from the storm,
Come solitude, my sanctuary
Reveal your silent form.
In younger years I'd seek a glen
Or some remote domain
To give me what I needed when
I could no more remain
In crowded halls where every voice
Was brash and loudly called;
The rural fields became my choice
Where only quiet ruled.
To find a tree with cooling shade
Through meadows I would roam,
Regarding how the sparrows played
From my secluded home.
I'd sometimes glimpse a butterfly
Who from the world was hid,
With no one there to utter why
Or question what I did.
And as the time came to an end
And daylight slowly fled
I watched an orange sun descend
Into a sea of red.
My solitude's a lovely cape
Of finest velvet cloth
To wear whenever I escape
Until I take it off.
Solitude
O solitude you are to me
A shelter from the storm,
Come solitude, my sanctuary
Reveal your silent form.
In younger years I'd seek a glen
Or some remote domain
To give me what I needed when
I could no more remain
In crowded halls where every voice
Was brash and loudly called;
The rural fields became my choice
Where only quiet ruled.
To find a tree with cooling shade
Through meadows I would roam,
Regarding how the sparrows played
From my secluded home.
I'd sometimes glimpse a butterfly
Who from the world was hid,
With no one there to utter why
Or question what I did.
And as the time came to an end
And daylight slowly fled
I watched an orange sun descend
Into a sea of red.
My solitude's a lovely cape
Of finest velvet cloth
To wear whenever I escape
Until I take it off.
This poem I know is special to a few people I've shared it with, I think its one of my brother's best. The image is from Charlie (aka sawman) to whom thanks
Solitude
O solitude you are to me
A shelter from the storm,
Come solitude, my sanctuary
Reveal your silent form.
In younger years I'd seek a glen
Or some remote domain
To give me what I needed when
I could no more remain
In crowded halls where every voice
Was brash and loudly called;
The rural fields became my choice
Where only quiet ruled.
To find a tree with cooling shade
Through meadows I would roam,
Regarding how the sparrows played
From my secluded home.
I'd sometimes glimpse a butterfly
Who from the world was hid,
With no one there to utter why
Or question what I did.
And as the time came to an end
And daylight slowly fled
I watched an orange sun descend
Into a sea of red.
My solitude's a lovely cape
Of finest velvet cloth
To wear whenever I escape
Until I take it off.
I am only too happy to help out with an image for the poem. It was a privilege to help.
I am not much with poetry but that one rings true for me.
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I am only too happy to help out with an image for the poem. It was a privilege to help.
I am not much with poetry but that one rings true for me.
Glad to hear you enjoyed it Charlie
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I've not visited TP for a while and I can see I've got some excellent poems to catch up on. The standard and variety of poems in this thread continue to amaze me - fabulous.
Just read 'Solitude' - lovely. Really expresses that feeling of tranquility in quiet and beautiful places when there's no-one else around.
Thanks as always, John.
Jean
Just read 'Solitude' - lovely. Really expresses that feeling of tranquility in quiet and beautiful places when there's no-one else around.
Thanks as always, John.
Jean
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That John, is a superb poem with a great picture to go with it
Jean, John
Thank you both for your words and I can take no credit for it at all as, as ever, its one of my brother's works. I will pass on your comments to him, I know he'll be delighted
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Each day as the day dawns bright and clear
The Astronomer, ever eager to view the glories of the heavens
Hopes that the clear skies will hold.
Each evening as the sun descends it's heavenly track
and the skies begin to darken
He's there at the window checking to ensure
That the view to the sky is clear
As evening wears on, the jobs at home complete
One final check out the window is done
Yes, the skies are clear
With uplifted spirit of the joys to behold
He gathers together his Optical tools
reference works and protection from the cold
Out into the night, wrapped up tight
He sets out all the gear
to prepare for a night of fine viewing of
Heavenly Objects of wonder
The mount is leveled first,
then the scope aligned
All ready to go, all lights off, heavenward he stares
As his eyes adjust, the scope has cooled
he's ready now to begin
to hunt for dim and distant things from millions of years ago
In the darkness, sights appear in the telescope
Great nebulae and Galaxies
Are found and studied more
Each one giving a new found lift as his spirit starts to soar
Then onto open clusters, Diamond stars sparkling clear
Spreading their patterns across the view
The Seven Sisters and the Beehive
Falling headlong into the well of stars
Revealed in this tube of wonders
Gathering light from far afield
Lifting him in flight
As night wears on, more objects seen
The study continues on
The moon appears and beckons forth
As she washes the skies with light
So on he goes and studies she, that hovers o'er the night
The filters placed in the path to cut down her dazzling light
And what a sight she makes, this nearby heavenly partner
As she dances onward in her monthly path
Craters and Mare upon her face reveal the passage
Of times great dance
Throughout the planetary system of our small region
After hours of watching her startling face
and noting down craters and features
He moves on to one final sight of the night
A stunning queen in her own right
So near yet far away crowned in a halo of icy rings
Saturn supports the king of beasts
Below mighty Leo there she sits
with attendant moons circling bright
A wow, A gasp is always heard, when she comes in sight
Many a moment is spent
watching this astonishing sight
as flickers of more detail leap and dance
as seeing moves the night
Noting all the wonders seen to share with others once all is done
the wondrous night has faded with dawnlight glimmering
Tired and cold yet feeling able to fly
He gathers up the tools of the night
and climbs the stairs to bed.
Image and Poem by me.
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John as already discussed that is a superb poem and a superb image - I can very much relate to the words having been there myself a few times - and consulting my trusty Norton's I see that M34 is an open cluster in Perseus
Thanks for taking the time to post both the words and the image
Thanks for taking the time to post both the words and the image
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Perhaps I should have saved this for Halloween
The words are from my bro (no idea how he does it) the image is mine and the blood is real and is also mine (I suffer for my art ) (Just a little prick no comments please)
The Prince of Darkness
Her corpse lies there in starkness,
The taste is on his tongue,
Behold the Prince of Darkness
Who's ancient and still young.
The silver moon's the one light
That he can look upon;
Before the glare of sunlight
Like someone's dream he's gone.
He's seen our history's features
From wars to prison walls,
Heard scientists and preachers
Prevaricate like fools.
So old he stood on galleons
When transport needed sails,
When cargo needed stallions
And barges in canals.
Today he finds amusing
The city's urban gangs,
The guns and knives they're using
Aren't equal to his fangs.
Vampiresses have duties,
For lust is his one vice,
Those sweet erotic beauties
Make love as cold as ice.
He flees the church's steeple,
He shuns the Jesus cross,
He feeds on other people
Yet deems it is no loss:
Because it's really giving
Eternity instead,
Though victims are not living
They are the living dead.
In lane or park or valley
This vampire knows the view,
A shadow in an alley
Just waiting there for you.
You'll find him so appealing
And sense an eerie bliss,
Forget the fear you're feeling,
Surrender to his kiss.
Don't scream out and don't foment,
His bite will make you whole,
It only takes a moment
And then you'll lose your soul.
The end of being mortal
Content, despite the pains
Aware now you're immortal
The Prince of Darkness reigns.
The words are from my bro (no idea how he does it) the image is mine and the blood is real and is also mine
(I suffer for my art ) (Just a little prick no comments please)
The Prince of Darkness
Her corpse lies there in starkness,
The taste is on his tongue,
Behold the Prince of Darkness
Who's ancient and still young.
The silver moon's the one light
That he can look upon;
Before the glare of sunlight
Like someone's dream he's gone.
He's seen our history's features
From wars to prison walls,
Heard scientists and preachers
Prevaricate like fools.
So old he stood on galleons
When transport needed sails,
When cargo needed stallions
And barges in canals.
Today he finds amusing
The city's urban gangs,
The guns and knives they're using
Aren't equal to his fangs.
Vampiresses have duties,
For lust is his one vice,
Those sweet erotic beauties
Make love as cold as ice.
He flees the church's steeple,
He shuns the Jesus cross,
He feeds on other people
Yet deems it is no loss:
Because it's really giving
Eternity instead,
Though victims are not living
They are the living dead.
In lane or park or valley
This vampire knows the view,
A shadow in an alley
Just waiting there for you.
You'll find him so appealing
And sense an eerie bliss,
Forget the fear you're feeling,
Surrender to his kiss.
Don't scream out and don't foment,
His bite will make you whole,
It only takes a moment
And then you'll lose your soul.
The end of being mortal
Content, despite the pains
Aware now you're immortal
The Prince of Darkness reigns.
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Good shot and cool poem - I love vampires and would love to become one if this was real... I have a thing about living forever - everyone keeps saying that we all die eventually, but I don't believe it
Hmmm and people think I'm a bit odd for shedding real blood for the image
Thanks for the comments Mike
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Superb image by Peter (aka PD_BARBS) to whom thanks, words by Bob!
Ancient Avebury
Centuries of rain and snow
Battered you,
Yet you still survived.
Thousands of years of turmoil
Passed yet you remained,
Proud and immoveable.
Built by long gone people
Who worshipped
Something unknown to us.
Then, in our times
Puritans tried to destroy you
Out of fear.
They smashed your stones
And buried others,
Blaming the Devil.
Later others came
To plunder you for profit;
Look, parts of you are encased in cottage walls.
Two great avenues, one vast circle
Over six hundred megaliths stood
Near Silbury Hill.
Now there are less than eighty:
Monument to Man's ignorance.
When I visit you
I still feel awe.
Giant blocks of mystic sandstone
Like wounded forgotten men
But still proud
Still watching the skies
Ancient Avebury
Centuries of rain and snow
Battered you,
Yet you still survived.
Thousands of years of turmoil
Passed yet you remained,
Proud and immoveable.
Built by long gone people
Who worshipped
Something unknown to us.
Then, in our times
Puritans tried to destroy you
Out of fear.
They smashed your stones
And buried others,
Blaming the Devil.
Later others came
To plunder you for profit;
Look, parts of you are encased in cottage walls.
Two great avenues, one vast circle
Over six hundred megaliths stood
Near Silbury Hill.
Now there are less than eighty:
Monument to Man's ignorance.
When I visit you
I still feel awe.
Giant blocks of mystic sandstone
Like wounded forgotten men
But still proud
Still watching the skies
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A beautiful image with thanks to Angi (aka Zarozinia), with a fitting poem. I hope you enjoy it
A visit to Castlerigg
Forty two grey megaliths
Of metamorphic slate,
Castlerigg survives today
And still has thirty eight.
A temple east of Keswick where
The mountains are arrayed;
Standing in it's field at dawn,
A pilgrimage I'd made.
When I saw the mountain heights
Surrounding that old ring
Hazy blue and faraway,
My heart began to sing.
Just above the peaks it rose,
The golden sun at last
Slowly rising conjured up
A moment from the past.
Next to Stonehenge, Castlerigg
May seem a lesser star
But of all the ancient sites
It's loveliest by far.
A visit to Castlerigg
Forty two grey megaliths
Of metamorphic slate,
Castlerigg survives today
And still has thirty eight.
A temple east of Keswick where
The mountains are arrayed;
Standing in it's field at dawn,
A pilgrimage I'd made.
When I saw the mountain heights
Surrounding that old ring
Hazy blue and faraway,
My heart began to sing.
Just above the peaks it rose,
The golden sun at last
Slowly rising conjured up
A moment from the past.
Next to Stonehenge, Castlerigg
May seem a lesser star
But of all the ancient sites
It's loveliest by far.
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- Angi
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This is an image I put together today from an idea Ive had for a while, I wanted to portray turmoil. Once completed I asked my daughter (featured in the image) to write a poem with the title Turmoil to accompany the image, as she has recently started writing poems. She wrote this straight away in two minutes ( she is only 9!)
Turmoil.
So upset.
I don't know which way to turn.
So confused.
I can't believe this is happenning to me
Shall I get help? Who from?
How did I get here?
It was all because of you.
You hurt me badly inside.
But why?
Why did you do it?
By Bethany
Turmoil.
So upset.
I don't know which way to turn.
So confused.
I can't believe this is happenning to me
Shall I get help? Who from?
How did I get here?
It was all because of you.
You hurt me badly inside.
But why?
Why did you do it?
By Bethany
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Thanks, she has an amazing ability to put something into words very quickly, mind you she is a bit of a bookworm and easily reads 3-5 books every week, which Im sure helps her imagination and vocabulary. Most of her poems are quite deep mind you.
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For my father in law so recently gone.
The proud veteran(last on right)
Good old Dad
Grandad
God looked around His garden,
And found an empty place.
He then looked down upon the earth,
And saw your tired face.
He put His arms around you,
And lifted you to rest.
God's garden must be beautiful,
He always takes the best.
He knew that you were suffering,
He knew that you were in pain.
He knew that you would never,
Get well on earth again.
He saw the road was getting rough,
And the hills were hard to climb.
So He closed your weary eyelids,
And whispered "Peace be thine.
It broke our hearts to lose you,
But you didn't go alone.
For part of us went with you,
The day God called you home
Anon
We miss you dearly Geoff
all our love, Robin, Jo and Adam
The proud veteran(last on right)
Good old Dad
Grandad
God looked around His garden,
And found an empty place.
He then looked down upon the earth,
And saw your tired face.
He put His arms around you,
And lifted you to rest.
God's garden must be beautiful,
He always takes the best.
He knew that you were suffering,
He knew that you were in pain.
He knew that you would never,
Get well on earth again.
He saw the road was getting rough,
And the hills were hard to climb.
So He closed your weary eyelids,
And whispered "Peace be thine.
It broke our hearts to lose you,
But you didn't go alone.
For part of us went with you,
The day God called you home
Anon
We miss you dearly Geoff
all our love, Robin, Jo and Adam
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