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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Why do people complain?
About the wet stuff the rain
Without it the grass would not be green
On the horizon trees would not be seen
Rain seems to promote all our troubles
But without it there would be no puddles
So we really should stop complaining
When next we wake and it’s raining
There is something about snow
The White stuff and I think we know
It reminds us of playful frolics
Of being cold and the drinking of Horlicks
Games on sledges and balls made to fight
Of a cold dark winters night
But its gone too soon all of a rush
To use up the fun before it becomes slush
I heard a question once which made me gasp!
What colour is the wind a man did ask
Strange I thought I must surely take note
The next time the wind is caught in the sail of a boat
Captured, with no where to go
Think of a colour, red green or even indigo
But why ask a question of this kind
Simple he said I am totally blind
We all want the sun to shine forever
No rain or wind or snow not ever
But without these companions of the sun in the sky
All we would do is sit in the sun and roundly fry
These companions should be celebrated not to mock
If we didn’t have them we would use all the sun block
Sunbathing would be subject to a total ban
Because by then we would all have a lovely tan!
Suppose what I am saying in a round about way
That our weather is gorgeous and here to stay
Subject that is to the phenomena of Global Warming
And opinions on that are still forming
But celebrate the rain wind and snow
The sun takes care of itself in a self-righteous glow
So Jump in Puddles and from snowballs hide
The colour of the wind? Look and you decide
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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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"Who wrote that?
I did"
I write poetry myself so I applaud you for a well written piece. It's a shame these forums don't permit text formatting, as it would benefit greatly from it to see verses and structure.
Nice peice. |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
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"Who wrote that?
I did
I write poetry myself so I applaud you for a well written piece. It's a shame these forums don't permit text formatting, as it would benefit greatly from it to see verses and structure.
Nice peice. "
Yes I pasted it from over a 150 compositions I o love poetry. I found a book yesterday called 100 British poems............sat on a plane an read it twice.......If by Kippling........makes me all tingly!!! |
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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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"Who wrote that?
I did
I write poetry myself so I applaud you for a well written piece. It's a shame these forums don't permit text formatting, as it would benefit greatly from it to see verses and structure.
Nice piece.
Yes I pasted it from over a 150 compositions I o love poetry. I found a book yesterday called 100 British poems............sat on a plane an read it twice.......If by Kippling........makes me all tingly!!!"
I just read 'If' five mins ago in the throne room. I always leave a couple of books on the shelf in there. Two of them are my favourite poetry books.
This is one of my favourite poems:
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Leisure
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What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
~
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
~
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
~
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
~
No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
~
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
~
A poor life this is if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
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William Henry Davies |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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"Who wrote that?
I did
I write poetry myself so I applaud you for a well written piece. It's a shame these forums don't permit text formatting, as it would benefit greatly from it to see verses and structure.
Nice piece.
Yes I pasted it from over a 150 compositions I o love poetry. I found a book yesterday called 100 British poems............sat on a plane an read it twice.......If by Kippling........makes me all tingly!!!
I just read 'If' five mins ago in the throne room. I always leave a couple of books on the shelf in there. Two of them are my favourite poetry books.
This is one of my favourite poems:
~
Leisure
~
What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
~
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
~
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
~
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
~
No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
~
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
~
A poor life this is if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
~
William Henry Davies"
Yep that is a great piece of work |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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"Who wrote that?
I did
I write poetry myself so I applaud you for a well written piece. It's a shame these forums don't permit text formatting, as it would benefit greatly from it to see verses and structure.
Nice piece.
Yes I pasted it from over a 150 compositions I o love poetry. I found a book yesterday called 100 British poems............sat on a plane an read it twice.......If by Kippling........makes me all tingly!!!
I just read 'If' five mins ago in the throne room. I always leave a couple of books on the shelf in there. Two of them are my favourite poetry books.
This is one of my favourite poems:
~
Leisure
~
What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
~
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
~
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
~
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
~
No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
~
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
~
A poor life this is if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
~
William Henry Davies"
Did you see that?
The wind blew off my hat
It’s a real pain
The smell of city rain
Its almost time to go
For a walk in the snow
It’s a bit of a slog
Trying to platt this fog
Is that how much it cost?
That covering of frost
I bet that would be nice
The longest sheet of Ice
I love a current bun
And am partial to the sun
Perhaps on this I could fail
Finding a rhyme for hail!
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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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"Who wrote that?
I did
I write poetry myself so I applaud you for a well written piece. It's a shame these forums don't permit text formatting, as it would benefit greatly from it to see verses and structure.
Nice piece.
Yes I pasted it from over a 150 compositions I o love poetry. I found a book yesterday called 100 British poems............sat on a plane an read it twice.......If by Kippling........makes me all tingly!!!
I just read 'If' five mins ago in the throne room. I always leave a couple of books on the shelf in there. Two of them are my favourite poetry books.
This is one of my favourite poems:
~
Leisure
~
What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
~
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
~
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
~
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
~
No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
~
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
~
A poor life this is if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
~
William Henry Davies
Did you see that?
The wind blew off my hat
It’s a real pain
The smell of city rain
Its almost time to go
For a walk in the snow
It’s a bit of a slog
Trying to platt this fog
Is that how much it cost?
That covering of frost
I bet that would be nice
The longest sheet of Ice
I love a current bun
And am partial to the sun
Perhaps on this I could fail
Finding a rhyme for hail!
"
Taking Wishy and a Throne Room theme
Silence is golden
A state to be holden
But noise can be quite good
As if I would
Silence is sometimes needed
To think to judge to be heeded
Noise in its place is sometimes required
If at a wedding a disco has been hired
Silence can be a source of embarrassment
Especially between lovers daggers are sent
Noise can explode pent up feelings
Usually with neighbours banging the ceilings
Silence is required in a church
When for your god you do search
Noise in its forms can be music to ones ears
But that depends on the advancing years
Silence on a summers day
In a field surrounded by hay
Noise from a clap of thunder
Can be classed a bit of a wonder
Silence and Noise poles a part?
One follows the other at the time of a fart!
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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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"Who wrote that?
I did
I write poetry myself so I applaud you for a well written piece. It's a shame these forums don't permit text formatting, as it would benefit greatly from it to see verses and structure.
Nice piece.
Yes I pasted it from over a 150 compositions I o love poetry. I found a book yesterday called 100 British poems............sat on a plane an read it twice.......If by Kippling........makes me all tingly!!!
I just read 'If' five mins ago in the throne room. I always leave a couple of books on the shelf in there. Two of them are my favourite poetry books.
This is one of my favourite poems:
~
Leisure
~
What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
~
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
~
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
~
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
~
No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
~
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
~
A poor life this is if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
~
William Henry Davies
Did you see that?
The wind blew off my hat
It’s a real pain
The smell of city rain
Its almost time to go
For a walk in the snow
It’s a bit of a slog
Trying to platt this fog
Is that how much it cost?
That covering of frost
I bet that would be nice
The longest sheet of Ice
I love a current bun
And am partial to the sun
Perhaps on this I could fail
Finding a rhyme for hail!
Taking Wishy and a Throne Room theme
Silence is golden
A state to be holden
But noise can be quite good
As if I would
Silence is sometimes needed
To think to judge to be heeded
Noise in its place is sometimes required
If at a wedding a disco has been hired
Silence can be a source of embarrassment
Especially between lovers daggers are sent
Noise can explode pent up feelings
Usually with neighbours banging the ceilings
Silence is required in a church
When for your god you do search
Noise in its forms can be music to ones ears
But that depends on the advancing years
Silence on a summers day
In a field surrounded by hay
Noise from a clap of thunder
Can be classed a bit of a wonder
Silence and Noise poles a part?
One follows the other at the time of a fart!
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And Finally
Home, I like to be there when I can
Words from a song by my favourite man
But to travel the world in all its glory
To stand and tell of a magical story
Of places that have been seen
And those in our minds or so it would seem
Of people in far off lands
With beaches of pure white sands
Of fish so painted in gold
Of palm trees to the wind are ever so bold
And the sea o that mystery words do me failing
To swim to dive and certainly sailing
But home is a place with roots so firm
A place of solitude in which to serve your term
Of three score year and ten
Only to leave and travel once again
Without a home to always return
Of the world we would not learn
So set sail and reach far out
Intrepid traveller without fear or doubt
But remember from whence you came
For its there to return always the same
Home I like to be there when I can
Words from a song by my favourite man
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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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"wtf happened there then? 
Lights out..."
Well, maybe he found a different poetry site.
I've got a poem for him:
Title:
On Going to Meet a Zen Master in the Kyushu Mountains and Not Finding Him
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By *icketysplitsWoman
over a year ago
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"Does it matter whether he stayed or has gone to watch the weather?
Interestingly my mother's maiden name was Weatherill and her twin sister married My Uncle, Lou Fairweather "
Were decisions made on whether the weather was involved in the name? |
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By (user no longer on site)
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"wtf happened there then?
You scared them off 
I did wonder if Wishy might have sent a message saying he is the one and only official forum poet."
Damn! Sussed!  |
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"Does it matter whether he stayed or has gone to watch the weather?
Interestingly my mother's maiden name was Weatherill and her twin sister married My Uncle, Lou Fairweather
Were decisions made on whether the weather was involved in the name?"
Nah, I think it was just a snowball at the bar that clouded her judgement |
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well done x 
Seriously though, very good 
