[Ammi]

Originally Posted by ukturtle

The Fourth Hour

You may be gone from here, but your presence will forever linger;

the little things you wrote are the little things that made me smile.

You touched so many lives in such a faceless, strange world,

and your sudden departure brought many tears to the eye.

A nightowl by nature; the fourth hour has lost another heart,

although heaven has gained another angel, to watch over us in the dark.

And the towers in which I now stand, echo with your words,

but like the sound of life, they will forever be heard.

So I bid you a fond farewell, my friend that I never really knew,

I’ll keep walking on my own path, one day I’ll meet you...


R.I.P. Kerry

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...

[Benjamin]

Thank you.

[Niamh.]

That's lovely Ben

[Ammi]

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

[MTVN]

That's actually really nice Ben, thanks for sharing

[Benjamin]

No worries.

[Kizzy]

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

[Suze]

That is so beautiful, Ben 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.

[Niamh.]

Originally Posted by Suze

That is so beautiful, Ben 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

[Benjamin]

Originally Posted by Suze

That is so beautiful, Ben 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.

Of course it's ok to write one Suze.

[Suze]

Originally Posted by ukturtle

Of course it's ok to write one Suze.

Thank you Ben

[Suze]

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

[Sticks]

I may have posted this before

Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die!

Mary Frye (1932)

[Sticks]

Romantic Old Bird and Kerry

We miss you

[Ammi]

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

[thesheriff443]

haunted by the past
with its tamper proof clasp
how long will the anger last
sink or swim or just keep bailing
its not just me i think im failing
who said life was all plain sailing

[Ammi]

Until I reach the tunnel, then how can I see the light?
And if I finally see it, will its radiance feel too bright
If I succeed in freeing it will my mind then disappear?
Erasing all tranquillity, along with troubled fear

Will I leave my body, resting gently on the bed?
Undisturbed by conversations from the truth within my head
Is the light more frightening than a child locked in the dark?
Devoid of natural landscape, in a masterpiece of stark

If I shed all illusion will I finally see the truth?
As on a springtime day and the paradise of youth
Casting off guilt’s shackles in a river’s gentle flow
And never looking back or pondering secrets that they know

If I walk towards you will the door be open wide?
Will you guide me to my body or strike me with your pride
We will take the step together as the tunnel is in sight
And leave behind all colours as we pale into the white

[thesheriff443]

hey you!
lovely poem,there is great depth in your poems
that only comes with age and suffering,

[Ammi]

Originally Posted by thesheriff443

hey you!
lovely poem,there is great depth in your poems
that only comes with age and suffering,

LOL...I'm not that old...and I haven't suffered..no more or less than anyone else..I have a good life

[Kizzy]

Ammi that was lovely.

[King Gizzard]

I shed a tear

[Ammi]

Originally Posted by Nathan

I shed a tear

LOL...only one Nathan..I'll try harder

[Benjamin]

It's because Nathan is emotionally dead. Nothing makes him cry apparently. Another classic little poem from you Ammi, you'll have to bundle them together soon and make a collection.

[Ammi]

Ever elusive and lost in translation
Conflict and war in dark conversation
Dreams and images trapped in the head
Hold on to the words which will never be said

Shape shifting sounds stripped of their meaning
Misunderstood voices with hate intervening
Universally vanished, the language you speak
Turning the world for the answers you seek

Tongue twisting sounds cracked and distorted
Spun round and round and violently contorted
Shattered and dispersed in the crack of a gun
A father is silenced as all words leave his son

Fragmented cries and sobs which lay scattered
Impulsive cries lay bloodstained and splattered
Corpses who spoke in the tongue of a nation
Slaughtered by words which were lost in translation

[King Gizzard]

Hats
Hats on rats
Hats on cats
Hats on bats
Hats.