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Versed thoughts (chapter 6): Measurements

21 May 2020

 We will never really understand the true effect that the world’s recent events will have on us until we have time to look at it in retrospect but poems like this one, offered by foster Murphy, will help us to put it into perspective…



Versed thoughts (chapter 5): Extensions

09 May 2020

Coronavirus influences Foster to remind us all, using the imagery of poetry, to focus on the importance of our hands before, during, after and in spite of the situation we find ourselves living in these days.



My contribution to the ‘Coronavirus will not bring us down!’ campaign.

29 Mar 2020

If self-Isolation is to be the way forward for us oldies, we will need to keep our spirits up and make sure that we have things to do which will occupy our minds.  With this in mind Flippa offers us a challenge which will go some way to keeping us positive. 



My attempt to inspire positivity

05 Nov 2019

One of our contributors offers some words to help those readers who will be alone this evening while the fireworks will be annoying and depressing them because of the reminder the event may provoke of celebrations that they cannot be a part of this year…  



Ode to National Poetry Day…

03 Oct 2019

LPG strongly suggests that readers take the time to make a cuppa and exercise a little self-indulgence while celebrating National Poetry Day with this offering… We would also take the time to remind readers that we are always looking for all contributions for our pages….



Setting people and poetry free…

02 Oct 2019

Rudy takes the time to explore some of the rules surrounding the accepted laws of poetry on this, the eve of National Poetry Day and offers us a conscience-jogging contribution of his own.  We would also take the time to remind readers that we are always looking for all contributions for our pages….





The light

13 Jan 2018

No one need tell the sunflower,

What’s dark and what is bright,

Instinctively he throws and turns

His face towards the light



Daysleep

09 Jan 2018

Remember sleep, in May, in the afternoon, like
a girl’s bright feet slipped into dark, new boots.



An Angel Left Her Wings

06 Jan 2018

I have this little angel. For me she left her wings.
She has no idea how much happiness she truly brings.
She brightens up my days with her smiles and her laughs.



August

02 Jan 2018

Silence again. The glorious symphony
Hath need of pause and interval of peace.
Some subtle signal bids all sweet sounds cease,



Puppet on a String

30 Dec 2017

You act like I know nothing about it, but I know enough.
I know what it has done to you, I know what it's done to us.
You're no longer a real person, more like a puppet on a string.



City Visions

26 Dec 2017

As the blind Milton’s memory of light,
The deaf Beethoven’s phantasy of tone,
Wrought joys for them surpassing all things known



Interpretation of a Poem by Frost

23 Dec 2017

A young black girl stopped by the woods,
so young she knew only one man: Jim Crow
but she wasn’t allowed to call him Mister.



Monkey Business

19 Dec 2017

That monkey on your back,
He's a tricky little guy.
I thought that he was dead and gone.



War Of The Words

16 Dec 2017

Our English language? A curious thing!
Hammers don't ham and fingers don't fing,
Grocers don't groce and ushers don't ush,



Some Spring

12 Dec 2017

I hate the snow, I hate the sleet,
I just want some rain,
The clouds are running across the sky,



Going to church  

11 Dec 2017

Going to church is for some but it is argued that God is for all.



Cammy The Rabbit

09 Dec 2017

Cammy my rabbit, feminine but buff
no really, this isn't a bluff!
A rex with her ears proud and tall



Time

05 Dec 2017

The question that is asked the most; we hear it everyday,
"What time Is it?" they want to know, and then they go away.
It's time for bed, it's time for work, or time to feed the fishes,



Missing

02 Dec 2017

I've hunted near, I've hunted far
I even looked inside my car.
I've lost my glasses, I'm in need,



Happy Trails To Cancer Shirt

28 Nov 2017

It was purchased just for you,
when you're happy or you're blue,
you can wear it on your head,



Maps

25 Nov 2017

Some maps have blue borders
like the blue of your name
or the tributary lacing of



The Sky

21 Nov 2017

Whatever I care for, someone else loves it
more, deserves it more: the doe with her
whole mouth crushing the phlox or the seer



This Hour

18 Nov 2017

This hour, while a child sleeps, before he wakes
and those arcadian hours we make together—
is it a continued arch, vaulted, open at both ends, is it



Galaxy Love

14 Nov 2017

There’s too little time left to measure
the space between us for that was
long ago—that time—so just lie



Picking Flowers

11 Nov 2017

Grandma’s rosebush
reminiscent of a Vice Lord’s do-rag.
the unfamiliar bloom in Mrs. Bradley’s yard



Under Stars

07 Nov 2017

When my mother died
I was as far away
as I could be, on an arm of land



The Good Light

04 Nov 2017

There were always such beautiful shadows in your work,
Though many now dodge their taxes with your art. Rarely
As it seems, life involves death with every decision, which is



What Happened?

31 Oct 2017

What happened is what I ask myself every day?
What was she thinking knowing she'd be putting her life to waste?
This is my sister, and I love her with all my heart,



Wristwatch

28 Oct 2017

I’ve just written six
or seven short poems
in about half an hour,



In The Flood

24 Oct 2017

“yes of course” was one speech too many
now you’ve done it exposed your
obsequious emphases



Song

21 Oct 2017

If space and time, as sages say,
    Are things which cannot be,
The fly that lives a single day



In The Desert

17 Oct 2017

In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
Who, squatting upon the ground,



Looking at My Father

14 Oct 2017

It’s the inside which comes out, as I contemplate
him there half in sunlight, weeding diligently
a Midwestern lawn. On my persons, I have only notes



Absence

10 Oct 2017

Good-night, my love, for I have dreamed of thee
In waking dreams, until my soul is lost—
Is lost in passion’s wide and shoreless sea,



A Better Life

07 Oct 2017

It’s silly to think
fourteen years ago
I turned thirty.



Leda

03 Oct 2017

Where the slow river
meets the tide,
a red swan lifts red wings



The Dark Tree, The Cold Sea

30 Sep 2017

although I know you can never be found
although I know that from the highest height
you cannot be seen you are not hiding



Rocksteady

26 Sep 2017

For these cramped fragments of Thomas,
           stir: ‘I had never loved England,’ and stir:
           ‘I had loved it foolishly,’ stir, transmuted:



Words Of A Silent Killer

23 Sep 2017

You think you have control
But I am the one who has it 
You do not, not in the least bit



Practice Standing Unleashed and Clean

19 Sep 2017

Upon their arrival in America, more than twelve million immigrants were processed through the Ellis Island Immigration Center. Those who had traveled in second or third class were immediately given a thirty-second health inspection...



The Living Teaching

16 Sep 2017

You wanted to be a butcher
but they made you be a lawyer.



Husband and the Battle of Addiction

12 Sep 2017

The words that have yet been spoken, 
the things I need to say,
To voice what's within my heart,



This World Is Not Conclusion

09 Sep 2017

When I look out your window I see another window
I see a wedding in my brain, a stylus and a groove
a voice waving there



Force Visibility

05 Sep 2017

Everywhere we went, I went
in pigtails
no one could see—



The Laughing Child

02 Sep 2017

When she looked down from the kitchen window
into the back yard and the brown wicker
baby carriage in which she had tucked me



Heroic

29 Aug 2017

Sex and history. And skin and bone.
And the oppression of Sunday afternoon.
Bells called the faithful to devotion.



The Wings of Daylight

26 Aug 2017

Brightness appears showing us everything
it reveals the splendors it calls everything
but shows it to each of us alone



For Joe

22 Aug 2017

Locked in the beauty of the pearl, far from frail,
         these people who claim to love us still
they don’t give up much, do they, sealed? To eradicate class—



Dead Deer

19 Aug 2017

Bolt, thwarted vault, late brake,
gasp of impact, temblor of thud—
the beast drops on the blade of hood,



Badlands: A Song of Flux, Out of Time

15 Aug 2017

ornate warble of meadowlarks
           burbling in melodic veronicas,
ribboning the spires, buttes, pinnacles,



The Everglades

12 Aug 2017

Green and blue and white, it is a flag
for Florida stitched by hungry ibises.



Is This the Lark!

08 Aug 2017

Is this the lark
Lord Shakespeare heard
Out of the dark



Abandoned

05 Aug 2017

Vacant and ghostly and content with death,
Once a man’s hearthtree; now the haunt of bats;
Once a cradle creaked upstairs and someone sang



The Smoke of the Country Went Up

01 Aug 2017

Drop fire from the sky but don’t name me
as reason. My sister is lost on the longest lit road



Be a blessing and a friend

29 Jul 2017

Encourage someone and take time to care
Let your words heal and not wound
Speak life.



Things I Will Tell My Children About Destiny

25 Jul 2017

 You remind them
             of weighted tumbleweeds,
hen-egg brown. Don’t let



The Garden Centre Magic

22 Jul 2017

The phantom
Seeder travelled
Through out
The land

Throwing
Wild flower
Seeds from
Every hand
Throwing grass

Seed on bald
Lawns too
Making Wild
Bald patches
Come to life Too.

CHC, Downham



At the Window

18 Jul 2017

The pine-trees bend to listen to the autumn wind as it mutters
Something which sets the black poplars ashake with hysterical laughter;
While slowly the house of day is closing its eastern shutters.



Gloves on or off?

15 Jul 2017

Continuous tension bestrides the live long day
The chewing of the fingertips comes into play.
The reaching of the gloves to stop the old decay,
Most needed to keep the nails the way...
...they ought to look and stay...

In the nursery of a new generation,  
A child copying mother’s unintended education
Behaviour not designed for the child’s retention
But there, through and past the receipt of his pension...

CDC, Bellingham.



Send me no Flowers

29 Jun 2017

Makes you think… 
I have had the bit of paper with this poem written on it for ages and I have seen other variations of it on the internet but never this one.  I can’t remember where I got the slip of paper from and nothing is revealed about its author but I thought it worth sending to you.

Send me no flowers when I am dead, 
Visit me while I’m, alive instead
Once inside my coffin, I will not see 
So flowers will be no good to me
It’s easy to order a nice bouquet 
But I sit here lonely every day
Disabled, not able to walk in the street
So the only company I’m able to meet
Are those who spare the time to call?
Just for a laugh and a chat that’s all
A laugh and a chat I’ll appreciate  
Those flowers at my funeral will be too late.



Dog gone

22 Jun 2017

Can you keep my doggy
I don’t want her now
She has grown slow and noisy
And she cannot see somehow
 
I feel somewhat like a doggy
Owned by society
Does society feel about me
Like I feel about my doggy
 
No, now I think I’ll keep her
Remembering how much
She’s always done for me 
I’d like to stay in touch
 
CDC, Downham Catford



Stay Focused

15 Jun 2017

Whatever you do, wherever you are
Stay close to your God, Don’t stray from the path
Whenever you pray to your Father above
Stay focused, and see what the answer will be
For as you do know and believe in your heart
That your prayers are heard each whenever you’ve prayed
That God is at work fulfilling His plans
It is so good to know we’re all in His hands.
Whatever you do from the moment you pray
Remember that you must trust and obey
In pleasure or pain, your God is right there
Stay focused and let the Lord have His way.
Whenever you pray, say Thank you to God
Be grateful because he hears every word
Whenever you pray, just listen and wait
Always keep focused, God is never too late.
 
Scripture references:
St Matt. 6:6 St Luke 11:1 St Luke 18:1

©2016 by Beverly Gooden-Wilson



Litter Interalia

08 Jun 2017

Perpetual litter strewn around
City suburb and wayside ground,
An eyesore to vex the spirit
That mars a walk to Bromley town.
Crisp packets and soft drink cans and plastic cups lie near the ‘Crown’.
 
Vandals scrawl and set cars alight
Anti-social behaviour an all too familiar sight
While locals linger at a ‘take-away’
Discard unwanted chips and greasy batter
But who cares and does it really matter?
 
Raucous noise on Saturday night
Gulping lager in brand-name cans
Thrown away half full in drunken spree:
Bottled rage by swearing fans.
 
Burgers wrapped in polystyrene
Dance around as cars speed  from the scene, 
Non-biodegradable you can be sure of that
Cluttering the High Street or beach flat,
Floating ever visible on a contaminated sea
Blighting our coastal shore or the lea,
Flotsam and jetsam  and oiled birds in shame
Discharging tankers should bare the blame,
Viewed from a commuting train on low walls
On bridges daubed mindless graffiti:
 
The Harlem scourge is here to stay
From London Bridge, Chicago and Tahiti.
A caring authority has placed many bins
But thoughtless people scatter the neighbourhood
With bottles, boxes, tissues and tins.
Who can trace the reckless fellows
That fly-tip building rubble, pallets, lounge chairs on open meadows?
 
Abruptly ends this irksome verse
The debris of the future could be worse. 
Has not the world witnessed the proliferation of litter?
Small wonder observers are saddened and bitter.

B John Plummer, Grove Park

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Litter Interalia

08 Jun 2017

Perpetual litter strewn around
City suburb and wayside ground,
An eyesore to vex the spirit
That mars a walk to Bromley town.
Crisp packets and soft drink cans and plastic cups lie near the ‘Crown’.
 
Vandals scrawl and set cars alight
Anti-social behaviour an all too familiar sight
While locals linger at a ‘take-away’
Discard unwanted chips and greasy batter
But who cares and does it really matter?
 
Raucous noise on Saturday night
Gulping lager in brand-name cans
Thrown away half full in drunken spree:
Bottled rage by swearing fans.
 
Burgers wrapped in polystyrene
Dance around as cars speed  from the scene, 
Non-biodegradable you can be sure of that
Cluttering the High Street or beach flat,
Floating ever visible on a contaminated sea
Blighting our coastal shore or the lea,
Flotsam and jetsam  and oiled birds in shame
Discharging tankers should bare the blame,
Viewed from a commuting train on low walls
On bridges daubed mindless graffiti:
 
The Harlem scourge is here to stay
From London Bridge, Chicago and Tahiti.
A caring authority has placed many bins
But thoughtless people scatter the neighbourhood
With bottles, boxes, tissues and tins.
Who can trace the reckless fellows
That fly-tip building rubble, pallets, lounge chairs on open meadows?
 
Abruptly ends this irksome verse
The debris of the future could be worse. 
Has not the world witnessed the proliferation of litter?
Small wonder observers are saddened and bitter.

B John Plummer, Grove Park



Ode to a winter's day

06 Jun 2017

Winter’s far-flung frozen hand
Grips vice-like over all the land.
Soft snowflakes fall upon the ground,
To splash come gaiety around.
 
Overall, a carpet thick and white
Is spread to fill one with delight.
Yes, quite as far as one can see,
On rooftops, ground and every tree.
White painted splendour covers all,
And still the snowflakes gently fall.
 
A pair of robins free and gay
From a tree top, chirp away;
Other birds join in as well,
Sweet music soon begins to swell.
The scene is grand – magnificent,
A gift of beauty briefly lent,
Which all too soon will melt away
When wind of change brings warmer day.

CT. Catford