You are welcome to do so, without notifying me, aidan. I trust your judgement, plus, I don't mind if they get out to other readers.
I cannot objectively view my new work. If it's good or bad, I need to let it lie a few months or longer.
Found the Lord,
No longer lost,
Him I adore,
At any cost
The poems I've posted up here are not actually poems. ( Most anyways. ), they are lyrics to songs I write. That might be why some of them have awkward rhyming..because It is different in the song.
Hear the Divine,
That beautiful Hymn,
Just a matter of time,
Until we are with Him,
Seeing the light,
That we so humbly adore,
Casts out the night,
Need nothing more,
Hear our call,
Please listen to us,
Hear us all,
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I too write lyrics. I know what you are saying.
Cool. I really respect you, Edgar.
Wish this cold would go away,
Just wants to ruin my day,
When I want to go and play,
This cold comes back to block my way,
My nephew Nathaniel told me about his cat he has who he thinks is famous. He inspired me. He's starting kindergarten in September - I hope it doesn't turn out like this for him.
The Famous Cat
Nathaniel had a famous cat-fat and fierce and funny
She'd sit and preen and grin and purr, round and orange and sunny.
And for some years, he'd spent his days just stroking her soft fur.
He'd whisper, "You're so famous," and she would grin and purr.
But then one day, his mother said, "You're five now, off to school
It's time you learned to read and write and follow silly rules."
And so he left his cat at home and walked into a new world
Of bricks and chalk and desks and chairs with other boys and strange girls.
The teacher took him by the hand, she told him what to do.
"Sit here, make this, don't talk, sing now-I will be watching you."
And soon, he got the message, though she used some different words
Like "nice" and "good" and "just behave"-this is what he heard:
"You must become a different person-if not, you'll have to leave
Be quiet and appropriate. Don't speak what you believe.
And I will try to hear you, if you say it quick and smart
and if you don't talk silly, or say what's in your heart.
Just sit there and be quiet and let me fill your head
with what I know that you should think. Save dreaming for your bed."
"Now, who can tell a story of what they did today
before you came to school, to learn and think my way?"
Nathaniel raised his hand. She nodded so he told her
"Breakfast with my famous cat, who smiles and grins and purrs."
"Cats cannot be famous. They're striped or tom or napping."
"But my cat's famous," Nathaniel said. The teacher's eyes were snapping.
"I told you once that you are wrong. You won't be told again.
Now open up your picture book. Be quiet - don't pretend."
The little boy grew quiet, sitting on his trembling hands.
Why had his mother brought him to this strange and flat brick land?
He tried to concentrate and hear. He tried to hold it in,
but before he knew what he had said, the words burst out of him.
"I don't care what you say, Miss Pratt, ?'cause you don't even know her-
but, my cat's famous for her grin, her smiles and her soft fur.
Miss Pratt turned and flew at him, all twittery and flustered
But Nathaniel didn't hear a word of the ensuing bluster.
For Miss Pratt's wings were flapping- she had become a bird.
And then his famous, grinning cat just swallowed her and purred.
*Copywrite rjh. (I think I'm gonna make a few changes and send this one out to a childrens' publisher that I sent something that Carlotta helped me with. They liked the writing, but didn't think I had enough of a story. Thanks Nathaniel and a2k-and you too Edgar. I can't even express how much this site and this thread have inspired me to write. I hadn't written in years until I came here).
I hope you persevere always, from now on, aidan. And, when you get published we definitely want to know.
Thanks for the encouragement. I appreciate it.
youre ripe as an apple in a stores bin
and your treasures so ample
oh hold me my friend
the rite of love is to begin
hear sounds in the street birds the soft wind
as the smile on your face
meets my happy grin
veil on the floor i lock you in
fireflies pelting the night the crickets din
bold moonbeam on the floor
hold me closer my friend
for this night must never end
the more honor you heap on bush
the moroner you get
Elodie's mother whispers
love to the air
and bows her dark head
in awe.
At once pious
and joyful she lifts
her child's name in prayer-
a psalm of
pure praise for this
daughter who came to her-
a late gift-
small longed for bliss
eyes like water and soft
and soft smiles like water -
and light
she had forgotten.
When somebody other than myself posts, I often wait a while to respond, the thinking being that members tired of seeing my work will tune in to see what others have wrought.
i love the lillies in the sea
i love the hearth as it beckons to me
but i love heather more than all i know
i forgive the ones who laid me low
if ever you weep for the fallen man
step across me forget about old dan
for i lived as i loved with a peaceful heart
and willingly go and soon depart
heather my dove go on and say good bye
let no shadow or pain roll out from your eye
Julie does a grand job of apeing Kathy Burke
"Juwanna dance, love?" she said
Her eyes were green and her dress was red
"Naaah," I heard him say, "but I'd take you to bed, anyday."
That's when his pint went over his head
Here's what his girlfriend Julie said:
(Before she left)
"Wots 'e fink.... I'm fuc king deaf?"
(boy, she was scary)
But Endy, why was she scary?
She sounds sensible and smart
She knows her own mind, follows her own heart
The only thing she did that I find a little naff
is she wasted the whole pint on him-
she should have drank half.
(Who's Kathy Burke by the way?)
Kathy's an actress
if you ever get the chance - watch 'Once Upon A Time In The Midlands' (Brit film)
honest....... it'll answer all your questions
I think its directed by someone called Shaun Meadows
You might know Kathy from the film 'Elizabeth' (The Kate Blanchet version)
Kathy played Queen Mary (the catholic Queen)?
She's actually (in her brit stuff) more funny than scary, and her characters are often so honest and down-to-earth that she kind of makes you glad to be human. Watching her lay into a car with a baseball bat does make you kinda nervous - but you understand her motive completely.
Julie's a bit like that too.
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Don't know what's up with me tonight, feeling happy about nothing
Heres a little poem
Love poem
I'm lying here
Looking at the moon
So sad
You had to leave so soon
With the earth at my back
And the sky above
I think about life
And dream about love
I hope, with a smile
That you come back soon
I'm watching the night
And I'm missing you
When they step all over me,
Please let them be,
They know not what they do,
When they spit in my face,
And call me a disgrace,
They know not what they do,
But their time is running out,
They don't have a clue,
Dont just stand about,
Their is work to do,
Arguing amongst arguers,
Speaking till the star sets,
Marching along the mind-made,
Grounds are not gained and
Confusing are the calls,
Question the Queen of Questions...
Poker Game (all that talk about Queens inspired me, plus the fact that I love a good poker game).
The Jack of Hearts, a Cowboy, a Joker and a Queen
Gathered in all their finery for a poker jamboree
The joker had come calling through the back door of the castle's keep,
The Queen just looked him over- "You'll read them cards and weep"
He said, ?'It's time for poker. I'm bettin' on a stringer-
She just shook her head and smiled-"You're playing with a ringer."
She said, "There's nothin' you can show me, I aint already been shown."
He said, "By later on tonight, all that's yours will be my own."
But things did not turn out that way, he was a fish, just drawing blanks
She laid her pair of aces down, and rolled right through his bank.
So what's the moral of this story? If you're holding a dead hand
Don't bluff, just fold, and keep your shirt-you'll be a better (richer) man.
