Mark's Poems & Prose

Thank you Jem :smiley:

Never imagined I could write anything
Rhyming couplets seem to work OK for me :smiley:

Stevie Smith “not waving but drowning”… one of my favourite lines, poem too.

Also Philip Larkin’s “THey fcuk you up , your parents”

Not read the Philip Larkin, but I’ve never been interested in poetry

Might give it a go :smiley:

The observation ‘not waving but drowning’ is SO visual :wink:

I was not a poetry fan until I was dragged along to an evening of poetry with the poets present & reading their own work.

Made me “get it”, but I didn’t write stuff until I was in my 50’s.
Now nearly 70, I am out of inspiration

Gawd!
An evening of people reading their poetry sounds appalling :wink: :shock: :smiley:

Nice that it worked for you :cool:

Spelling error there . for appalling read appealing ?

lol

Nooooooooooo :wink:

I have my own version of Philip Larkin’s poem -

Life scares the shit out of me,
Events that intrude on my dreams;
The glowering shape of a tree,
The thought that divorce sets you free,
The knowledge that others might see
That I’m coming apart at the seams.
That, despite efforts, I’ll never be
The recipient of love’s gentle themes.

Life’s but a game for the brave,
For those with the strength and the wit,
But not for the cowards that crave
For their terrors and wishes to save
Their entrance for some other knave
Through whose life they could harmlessly flit –
While, quivering, I gladly gave
The effort of life up to it.

E by gum

Deep calls to deep… thanks for the poem Eccles.

Seagoon (finding Eccles in a coal cellar): What are you doing here?
Eccles: Everybody’s gotta be somewhere.

Very good Eccles.

Poems rock don’t they :slight_smile: .

Well, some anyway - ours that is.

Not awake yet …

They’re very self indulgent, but sometimes it’s good to share.

more self-indulgent ‘stuff’

Thinking I’d not pass the age of fifty
I look at my life and contemplate the waste
Endlessly searching for the reason of my inadequacy

Relationships gone but not forgotten
Pathetic responses of one who may have been a success
In the way of this world is all that I managed

To many I must be seen a failure
Though in recent years with demeanour altered
I have broken away from the bindings which held me

The future remains an anomaly
But the anguish of decades enriches our being
As we continue absorbing, becoming wiser

Superb. You have progressed and left me behind. No more primitive, childish rhyming couplets for you it seems. You have blossomed to uncover a new skill :wink: .

I for one find it excellent :smiley: .

Creep! lol

still messing with last line :confused:

Probably a lot of your new found expertise has been because of such proximity to one such as I though come to think of it. It must have rubbed off on you …

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Distant Memories of Psychobabble at Work:

'Twas midday and the monthly meet
Did drone and mumble in the room.
All speaky were the minion-men
Uriah Heepish in the gloom.

“Beware the jargon talk, my son!
The mimsy phrases meaning naught!
Across the piece and verticals,
And shunning simple English taught!”

He took his slides and stood up tall,
Long time the borrowed weasel word
So plagiarised from Brainyland
Were gathered thickly and inferred.

And, as the corporate not-really-words
Came a-waffling from his lungs,
Plain Speaking policeforce bursted in,
Arresting all who spoke in tongues.

'Twas midday, and the monthly meet
All suddenly became bright clear -
With simple phrases, quick, concise -
Some saner world? Long time, I fear.

‘Twas midday and the monthly meet
Did drone and mumble in the room;
All speaky were the minion-men,
Uriah Heepish in the gloom.

“Beware the jargon talk, my son”
The mimsy phrases meaning naught!
Across the piece and verticals.
And shunning simple English taught!”

He took his slides and stood up tall,
Long time the borrowed weasel-word
So plagiarised from Brainyland
Were gathered thickly and inferred.

And as the corporate not-really0words
Came a-waffling from his lungs,
Plain Speaking policeforce bursted in,
Arresting all who spoke in tongues.

‘Twas midday, and the monthly meet
All suddenly became bright clear –
With easy phrases, quick, concise –
Some saner world? Long time, I fear…

Excellent piece of work :smiley: :smiley: :smiley:

That takes some beating.

In awe …

:surprised::smiley: