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I like poetry

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Rambling Rose

Rambling Rose Report 13 Apr 2013 15:15

I find it very therapeutic, both to read and to write.

Though most of my 'poems' are not good they are a great way of expressing feelings and impressions in short bursts of words, especially when I am angry lol ( I can be quite vicious ;-) ) .

here is a favourite short poem that 'says it all' in few words.

"In A Bath Teashop" by John Betjeman

"Let us not speak, for the love we bear one another—
Let us hold hands and look."
She such a very ordinary little woman;
He such a thumping crook;
But both, for a moment, little lower than the angels
In the teashop's ingle-nook."


eRRolSheep

eRRolSheep Report 13 Apr 2013 15:30

I rather like that!

AnninGlos

AnninGlos Report 13 Apr 2013 15:39

I like that and I like John Betjeman

AnninGlos

AnninGlos Report 13 Apr 2013 15:47

This made me look again in a poetry book. Strange how you see poems you hadn't noticed before. This made me chuckle.

Bad Women

Oh the gladmess of a woman when she's glad!
And oh the sadness of a woman when she's sad!
But the gladness of her gladness
And the sadness of her sadness
Are nothing to her badness when she's bad!

Anon.

Rambling Rose

Rambling Rose Report 13 Apr 2013 15:48

lolol Ann I like that!

SheilaWestWilts

SheilaWestWilts Report 13 Apr 2013 15:53

I like this one - makes me think of lazy summer days and a part of the world I love.

~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.

~Edward Thomas~

Cynthia

Cynthia Report 13 Apr 2013 16:53

Rose.....I do like some romantic poetry but have to admit that my favourite is comedy.

I am a big Pam Ayres fan.......this is one of her early ones...


Oh, I wish I’d looked after me teeth,
And spotted the dangers beneath
All the toffees I chewed,
And the sweet sticky food.
Oh, I wish I’d looked after me teeth.

I wish I’d been that much more willin’
When I had more tooth there than fillin’
To give up gobstoppers,
From respect to me choppers,
And to buy something else with me shillin’.

When I think of the lollies I licked
And the liquorice allsorts I picked,
Sherbet dabs, big and little,
All that hard peanut brittle,
My conscience gets horribly pricked.

My mother, she told me no end,
‘If you got a tooth, you got a friend.’
I was young then, and careless,
My toothbrush was hairless,
I never had much time to spend.

Oh I showed them the toothpaste all right,
I flashed it about late at night,
But up-and-down brushin’
And pokin’ and fussin’
Didn’t seem worth the time – I could bite!

If I’d known I was paving the way
To cavities, caps and decay,
The murder of fillin’s,
Injections and drillin’s,
I’d have thrown all me sherbet away.

So I lie in the old dentist’s chair,
And I gaze up his nose in despair,
And his drill it do whine
In these molars of mine.
‘Two amalgam,’ he’ll say, ‘for in there.’

How I laughed at my mother’s false teeth,
As they foamed in the waters beneath.
But now comes the reckonin’
It’s me they are beckonin’
Oh, I wish I’d looked after me teeth.


- Pam Ayres.....Taken from the The Works: The Classic Collection 2008.


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