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Dermot

Dermot Report 11 Apr 2014 13:26

Hooked - the pressures of youth.

(A cautionary tale composed by a 12 year-old at our local school).

I am the kid who puts on a show;
Game for anything - never says ‘No’.

I am the kid who loves a good joke;
The ‘lad’, the ‘man’, the really good bloke.
I am the kid who wants to be cool;
Pressured to fight, to break every rule.
I am the kid who must be accepted;
Does what he’s told in case he’s rejected.

I am the kid so desperate to grow;
I am the kid who cannot say ‘no’.

I’m wanted & needed; the feeling’s so good;
My mates are hard; we’re so feared in the hood.
It started with weed; a bit of a smoke;
And ended with heroin, smack & some coke.
A knife for protection & then came a gun;
And life became different - no longer fun.

I am the kid who must go with the flow;
I am the kid too scared to say ‘No’.

I am the kid dependent on dope;
I’ll do anything for drugs - a life with no hope.
I steal, I fight, I do what I’m told.
My mates push me on - they’re cool & I’m bold.
And now that I’m hooked, along comes the day;
I must prove my worth & pay my way.

I was the kid, stoned out of his head;
Whose really cool mates just left him for dead.

I was the kid who did it for show;
Game for anything - just couldn’t say ‘No’.

Dermot

Dermot Report 6 Apr 2014 15:31

"Translations"

Beautiful words caressed the air that evening
As I sat there entranced
Fragile creatures at the mercy of an outside force
Yet they had language to fall upon
A Gaelic tongue, Ovid Homer, Virgil too
A repose in time
That tries to thwart the sword that pierces the soul
The soul of their lives
Their existence
I was with them that night !!

Dermot

Dermot Report 24 Mar 2014 13:21

“It's not that I want you to go, it's just that I don't want you to stay."

(China Sorrows - Derek Landy, Mortal Coil.)

Magpie

Magpie Report 23 Mar 2014 12:45

Somewhere above my little dog waits,
She patiently sits at the glittering gate,
Her eyes once clouded are glistening and clear,
Her ears long deaf prick when my voice she hears,
When she sees me she'll bound high and low,
On legs that used to be stiff and slow.
Instead of a collar she wears a circle of light,
She'll welcome me home, all things will be right.

Paula+

Paula+ Report 22 Mar 2014 23:30

It was the best of times and the worst of times.... Tales to two cities

Dermot

Dermot Report 22 Mar 2014 18:55

'In a really just cause, the weak conquers the strong'.

(Sophocles - an ancient Greek tragedian.)

AnninGlos

AnninGlos Report 22 Mar 2014 16:14

Vera I love that poem

Magpie

Magpie Report 22 Mar 2014 15:45

Goodness, there are some lovely poems here, so full of feeling - Here's one more short offering from Siefried Sasoon.

You smugfaced crowds
With kindling eye,
Who cheer when soldier lads go by,
Sneak home and pray you'll never know
The hell where youth and laughter go.

SuffolkVera

SuffolkVera Report 22 Mar 2014 15:29

Another one of Edward Thomas. (Adlestrop is a village in Gloucestershire). There is a recording of Richard Burton reading this on:

www.youtube.com/watch?v=r0J1Ze5QXG8.


Adlestrop

Yes, I remember Adlestrop --
The name, because one afternoon
Of heat the express-train drew up there
Unwontedly. It was late June.

The steam hissed. Someone cleared his throat.
No one left and no one came
On the bare platform. What I saw
Was Adlestrop -- only the name

And willows, willow-herb, and grass,
And meadowsweet, and haycocks dry,
No whit less still and lonely fair
Than the high cloudlets in the sky.

And for that minute a blackbird sang
Close by, and round him, mistier,
Farther and farther, all the birds
Of Oxfordshire and Gloucestershire

SuffolkVera

SuffolkVera Report 22 Mar 2014 15:22

I recently went to a talk about the poet Edward Thomas; someone I hadn't come across before. This very short poem seemed appropriate at a time when we are remembering WW1.

In Memoriam (Easter, 1915)

The flowers left thick at nightfall in the wood
This Eastertide call into mind the men,
Now far from home, who, with their sweethearts, should
Have gathered them and will do never again.

Dermot

Dermot Report 22 Mar 2014 14:58

Missed So Dearly.

Missed in the morning of every day.
Missed in the evening as the light fades away.
Missed in a thousand & one little ways,
Around every corner a memory stays.

No one knows the pain we bear;
When we meet & you’re not there.
We talk, we laugh & we play our part.
But behind it all lie many broken hearts.

You gave us years of happiness.
Then sorrow came with tears.
You left us lovely memories,
We will treasure them through the years.

(Words penned by a colleague in honour of her late uncle.)

Magpie

Magpie Report 22 Mar 2014 10:46

Loveliest of the trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough,
And stands about the woodland ride
Wearing white for Eastertide.

Now of my threescore years and ten,
Twenty will not come again,
And take from seventy springs a sore,
It only leaves me fifty more.

And since to look at things in bloom
Fifty springs are little room,
About the woodlands I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow.

A Shopshire lad - A.E.Housman.

Magpie

Magpie Report 20 Mar 2014 17:07

Oh, that's great SuffolkVera. I'm sorry about your friends cat and I hope the poem brings her some comfort. Ann, I learned The Donkey' as well, at school; I've always loved it, although 'the devils walking parody' always seemed to be to be a bit of a tough description of these lovely stoic creatures!!!

AnninGlos

AnninGlos Report 20 Mar 2014 16:42

Dermot, The Donkey brought back memories for me as I had to recite that when I was about 13 at a church musical festival. :-)

SuffolkVera

SuffolkVera Report 20 Mar 2014 16:37

How is this for a coincidence? I have just received an email from a friend in Canada. She is 82 and lives alone and has just had to have her beloved cat put to sleep. I've copied your poem out Magpie and sent it to her. It may give her a little comfort.

Magpie

Magpie Report 20 Mar 2014 15:59

Thank you - It just hit the spot with me and summed up exactly how OH and I f felt.

SuffolkVera

SuffolkVera Report 20 Mar 2014 15:03

What a lovely piece Magpie. It will strike a chord with so many people

Dermot

Dermot Report 20 Mar 2014 14:40

Magpie - a lovely heart-rending piece.

Magpie

Magpie Report 20 Mar 2014 11:59

Absolutely brilliant to have this site back. Here's my contribution.

This is in memory of our beloved Millie-dog whom we lost a week ago to cancer.

If it should be that I grow frail and weak, and pain should keep me from my sleep,
Then you must do what must be done, for this last battle can't be won,
You will be sad I understand, but don't let grief then stay your hand,
For on this day more than the rest, your love and friendship must stand the test,
We have had so many happy years, what is to come can hold no fears,
You wouldn't want me to suffer, so, when the time comes please let me go,
Take me to where my needs they'll tend, only, stay with me until the end,
Hold me firm and speak to me, until my eyes no longer see,
I know in time you will agree It is a kindness that you do for me, although my tail it's last has waved from pain and suffering I've been saved,
Please don't grieve that it must be you who had to decide this thing to do,, we've been SO close, we two, these years, don't let your heart hold any tears.

We did stay with her until the end in our own home, and have shed many many tears but she was a very sick little dog, and I know we did the right thing. Millie is now buried in the garden under the hedge where she spent many happy hours just poking about!!

Dermot

Dermot Report 20 Mar 2014 09:26

THE DONKEY (by G.K. Chesterton 1874 - 1936)

When fishes flew and forests walked
And figs grew upon thorn,
Some moment when the moon was blood
Then surely I was born.
With monstrous head and sickening cry
And ears like errant wings,
The devil's walking parody
On all four-footed things.
The tattered outlaw of the earth,
Of ancient crooked will;
Starve, scourge, deride me: I am dumb,
I keep my secret still.
Fools! For I also had my hour;
One far fierce hour and sweet:
There was a shout about my ears,
And palms before my feet.