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National Poetry Day in the UK

johnny73
johnny73 Posts: 4,567
edited October 2010 in General Charlton
Have seen some of you promote what you do so i thought as today is national poetry day in the uk i'd give it ago.

I run a poetry community website at http://www.coffeeconnectionpoets.com

I know it's not everyones cup of tea and i'm prepared to be shot down but if anyone does like poetry then your welcome to visit.

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  • thai malaysia addick
    thai malaysia addick Posts: 18,532
    Johnny Seventy Three
    Thought poetry was not eveyone's cup of tea
    So to help everyone to understand and see
    He set up connectionpoets with coffee
  • Low_Ears
    Low_Ears Posts: 706
    Thai Malaysia Addick had a plan
    But his poem didn't scan
    Though it did kind of rhyme
    and not a total waste of time
    Don't give up the day job in a hurry, my man.
  • Floyd Montana
    Floyd Montana Posts: 3,730
    Charlton in winter
    There is little accord
    Among Charlton Lifers

    (is this Haiku?)
  • Dave Rudd
    Dave Rudd Posts: 2,890
    "I wandered lonely as McLeod ..."
  • thai malaysia addick
    thai malaysia addick Posts: 18,532
    There was a young man from Algiers
    Who apparently liked a few beers
    After drinking quite a few
    His forehead suddenly grew
    And he consequently had very low ears
  • soapy_jones
    soapy_jones Posts: 21,452
    Johnny73, I have bookmarked it. The last few years I have struggled health wise and this year financially too, so it's been a double whammy for me 2010. If only my football team were seventh in the premiersh!p again eh ? But no chance there of cheering me up. I found myself writing in the weeks preceeding a recent operation and since then I have been actually either writing down my ideas on a handy notepad or jumping out of bed in the middle of the night to get them into a word document. I find it very theraputic in my fragile and worried state of mind. I suppose to the average person in the street what I write may be considered a touch soft, something I assure you I have never been myself. My question is, what makes someone have enough confidence to put their writing out there? I'll check out the site more thoroughly and maybe sign up. Very good job.
  • johnny73
    johnny73 Posts: 4,567
    Thanks guys. Never written a poem about cafc but thought it might help to convince.

    Mum brought me an Arsenal bag
    Red and white with a gun
    Something did not settle right
    They would not be my one.

    At School it was Arsenal, Spurs or Man U
    But mainly Liverpool with their Kop roar
    I'd ask my mates why this red?
    'cause they was on tv' they said.

    Something did not settle right
    I had not found my home
    Until Des came on and played that tune
    Lynam I mean not O'conners croon.

    Bruce Hornsby and the Range
    Blarred from our little box
    And week by week Lennies boys
    Would move closer to the top.

    Without a home the end is nigh
    The news was all around us here
    Chaos caused the lads to bond
    Even if the sound was a distant cheer.

    So in the summer i got on my bike
    And weaved through roads and streets
    Until I came upon this land
    Empty overgrown and incomplete.

    Some kids warned of the ghost
    The burnt shell of a caravan
    A vague shadow of the past
    An old lady burnt to roast.

    I continued on my trek
    Fought under wire fence
    Traversed cracked stone steps
    And head high i glimpsed the truth
    of neglect and pride
    Not dismantled but left
    slowly to rot and die.

    If i was older with true visions of the past
    I would have cried lost in a sea of memories
    But I was just a kid no words but silence
    As weeds wrapped around cement and reclaimed my home.
  • johnny73
    johnny73 Posts: 4,567
    The poem i wrote above would be considered bad for a lot of reason and I put it together in a rush. Probably end up being a first draft only.
  • stilladdicted
    stilladdicted Posts: 4,307
    edited October 2010
    [cite]Posted By: windscreen[/cite]Great thing about poetry is anyone can do it...sadly most of mine are not for public consumption.

    Writing poetry that is half decent takes a lot of practice and time. I'm enjoying the journey and the new poets that it has uncovered for me. I'm not bothered about getting published as I know that I'm not good enough, but everyone can enjoy just trying. Poetry opens the mind to imagination, and that's what I most love.

    Just something like a simple clothes peg led Michael Laskey to this

    How it had happened they neither of them knew
    but it only got worse. He hated the blank
    blue ice of his stare and she couldn't bear
    her thin voice telling him to turn
    down the TV please, to stop diddling
    with that clothes-peg, which without thinking he
    clipped to the hem of her cardigan hanging
    over the newel post as he mooched past.
    It was Margaret at work who pointed it out
    and all day it kept on taking her hand
    by surprise, a bump in her cardigan pocket.
    So naturally closing his old Noah's Ark
    curtains that evening she pegged them together.
    A few mornings later it waylaid her
    inside her shoe. She snapped it on the end
    of his toothbrush handle, so it wouldn't pull through
    the holder, and found it next clipping the ear
    of Humph, her venerable bear. For him she left it
    dangling in the dark from the plastic light pull
    in the bathroom, where he lit on the pot
    of Paracetamol and dibbled it in.
    It felt like a biro caught in his train pass
    as he brought it out to show the guard,
    and tugging a Kleenex out of the box
    she spluttered at the clatter, but said nothing,
    just hung it from the lining inside his tie
    ready for the morning. And now the drizzle starts
    as she's driving to work, she laughs out loud -
    lifted by it skimming back and forth
    riding on the stalk of the wiper blade.

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