Not very good I know, but I felt I had to get it off my chest.

..I thought you may write something Ben.....there are tears in my eyes right now.....it's more than good, it's from your heart....it's beautiful...:hug::love:

Thank you. :hug:

That's lovely Ben :hug:

I've just read back throught the thread..there's some good writing in here

That's actually really nice Ben, thanks for sharing

No worries. :blush:

Just brilliant have really enjoyed this thread, have wrote a little myself not of this caliber just daft stuff for kids. amay dtr is off to do a creative writing degree in sept will show her this, very inspirational :)

That is so beautiful, Ben :hug: You should post it in Kerry's thread also :) if you haven't done so already that is.

I still can't get my head round kerry not being here :( It still hasn't quite sunk in, I think it's because I don't want to believe it yet :( I might try and have a go at a little poem for kerry also if that's ok, it won't be on a par with you Poet Laureates in this forum, but I would still like to write something.

I like when we all talk about her and do stuff like that, keeps her alive here :hugesmile:

Of course it's ok to write one Suze. :hug:

I may have posted this before

Romantic Old Bird and Kerry

We miss you

I've just recovered my files after my laptop drank a glass of lager a while ago....this is for someone I lost last year

Vanishing Act

The secrets of the conjurer’s trick are hidden in your heart
Our love reflects forever in the windows of your art
The flames are burning brightly as the spotlight leaves your face
And as the deck is fading, we applaud your final ace

The chosen card is hidden, with the slight upon your hand
As the glass upon the magic stand is emptied of its sand
Nothing hidden in this pack will make us gasp with awe
The empty stage is filled with echoes of your last encore

No more tears upon your pillow, no more pain for you my friend
Your audience is applauding and will stay until the end
Don’t be frightened by our sobs, we are captured in your spell
Take a bow before your journey; we are here to wish you well

The white glove flicks the wand and the rabbit turns to black
As the King of Hearts is broken and lies bleeding in the pack
Hocus Pocus, flick, it’s gone, the coin behind my ear
As the curtain closes now good friend, I watch you disappear

Thank you Ben :)

Looking through this thread, there is so much talent, I think you should all get together and get your own TIBBs book of prose printed or kindled, it would sell like hotcakes :) Too much talent not to reach others :)

Did any of you ever read MrMustard's 'Is Poetry a Dead Art' in the general section of DS? Brilliant thread, and proved Poetry was indeed not a Dead Art :)

Going to post one of my poems here that I wrote a few years back now, it isn't good, but it isn't bad either :D And the point of a poem is to convey in words in your own special way :) So here goes:

I hope that's the first of many Suze...very good''''

There was a young lady called Suze
who liked to post and amuse
But when Denise was crowned winner
Suze yelled 'filthy minger'
our Suze has a very short fuse

Love it :laugh2:

I have loads of poems, some ok, some terrible. When I nearly died some years back now, I had such a vivid dream one night and felt a need to write it as a poem, can even remember the dream to this day. It is a non rhyming one, I know that has a name just not sure what though, but I tried my hand at it, not very good at that sort though. Maybe I will post it here one day, will see ;)

The caliber of the poets on this thread is astonishing, I love the poetry on here :)

...Free Verse
I hope you do....I'll look out for it

I meant to post this yesterday and forgot...I'm not really enthusiastic about love poems...this one's ok as far as they go:

THE FLEA.
by John Donne


MARK but this flea, and mark in this,
How little that which thou deniest me is ;
It suck'd me first, and now sucks thee,
And in this flea our two bloods mingled be.
Thou know'st that this cannot be said
A sin, nor shame, nor loss of maidenhead ;
Yet this enjoys before it woo,
And pamper'd swells with one blood made of two ;
And this, alas ! is more than we would do.

O stay, three lives in one flea spare,
Where we almost, yea, more than married are.
This flea is you and I, and this
Our marriage bed, and marriage temple is.
Though parents grudge, and you, we're met,
And cloister'd in these living walls of jet.
Though use make you apt to kill me,
Let not to that self-murder added be,
And sacrilege, three sins in killing three.

Cruel and sudden, hast thou since
Purpled thy nail in blood of innocence?
Wherein could this flea guilty be,
Except in that drop which it suck'd from thee?
Yet thou triumph'st, and say'st that thou
Find'st not thyself nor me the weaker now.
'Tis true ; then learn how false fears be ;
Just so much honour, when thou yield'st to me,
Will waste, as this flea's death took life from thee.

This has probably been posted before...

If..... Rudyard Kipling

IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

My dads favourite that :)
I have a copy of it framed... They should definatly have this in the syllabus for GCSE English Lit.

Is that the same guy who wrote The Jungle Book?

...Certainly is