User Poetry

[SeaKing]

Originally Posted by Graham Coulson

In Friendship, perhaps... (and then again, perhaps not!)

Critique less harshly – instead join in Friendship!
I write not with honeyed words to win your praise;
I simply let you have my contribution,
Such as you need to cheer your emptier days.

Friendship requires no gilt-edged invitation,
No pathway of stars, no banquet table spread;
Friendship, as such, comes unadorned and humble,
Asking for naught and giving all instead.

Friendship elicits content whate’er the moment,
Sharing the good, the bad, the frowns and smiles;
Friendship extends a broad and amiable shoulder,
And reaches a gentle hand across the miles.

No thoughts have I of falsehood or deception,
Of using such Friendship for some selfish end;
So, if you can say in truth, “I value friendship”,
Take this my hand and I will call you “Friend” !

Thanks for the happy thoughts.

[Graham Coulson]

This User Poetry thread is about as active as the frozen remains of Ötzi the Iceman!!

Surely it's gotta be somebody else's go next, before I post another of my 'orrible odes...

C'mon folks, somebody please... ???

[kennyc]

Post away....I've not done anything recently as I've been focused on prose (unsuccessfully so far ).

[Graham Coulson]

Nothing of what I've seen you write can be remotely described as unsuccessful.

As for me going ahead and posting --- Okay, but only after A.N. Other's contribution !

[GeoffC]

Who is this A.N. Other ?
If we wait for him / her,
we may wait forever ....

[GeoffC]

Originally Posted by Graham Coulson

This User Poetry thread is about as active as the frozen remains of Ötzi the Iceman!!

Surely it's gotta be somebody else's go next, before I post another of my 'orrible odes...

C'mon folks, somebody please... ???

Nowt wrong with your odes .....

[GeoffC]

We took the High Road ….

we drove out west before the call of dawn;
the maiden of the night shone bright
her suitors gathered round;

as miles flew past the sky grew hale
those nightly folk did pale;
we watched as mountains far and proud
did shed their nightly gowns;

first they took a tinge of dawn
upon their brows
of greys, of pinks, of mauves;

then as we rose through straths and glens
that teasing light did ease away the shrouds;
and in the silence of the morning glens
we took a breath, so very deep, of
malted grain that hangs and waits
whilst it does age;

the light grew bold and warm,
and on the lofty bens, soft pillows wrapped them round;
a gentle breeze fluffed up the down
and shy became the sun,
so by the noon
the clouds began to cry;

by side of loch, (so dark with peat, and deep,)
the wind began to whip and sculpt
such waves until the mirror dulled;
and followed we the water course
until we passed the shed;

we drove on down the other side
but still the skies were grey;
an eagle flew across our sight
and stag did stand his ground
upon the lofty brae;

we turned and laboured through the rain
up through strath and glen,
again;

the mountain tops were there somewhere
though washed away from view;

but as we dropped the clouds did thin,
and rain we left behind;

we drove on east
as shadows grew
to point the way back home;

the maiden was still a-bed by then
though her suitors were lining up;

It was a day so blessed with life,
it was....
who cares about the rain!

25 October 2011

[kennyc]

Excellent Geoff! Bravo!

[Graham Coulson]

I second Kenny's sentiments --- full of the colours and feel of Scoland. I love it!

Perhaps between us we can revivify this thread...(?)

[kennyc]

I'm all for revivification!

[Graham Coulson]

This perfect day is quietly born
With orb of gold and azure skies,
The clouds a-blush – a rosy morn;
Sunrays like gentle, kindly eyes
Smile down upon the sleeping Earth
With tenderness at its new birth.

Pearl sunlight deepens steadily
To kiss the silent world below;
And clouds billow spontaneously,
Their dimpled cheeks with gold a-glow
And every leaf reflecting gold
It seems a flashing jewel must hold.

O perfect day, your blaze, your hue
Are brilliant to gaze upon;
And how I crave to cling to you,
To live this moment on and on;
And, as I bask, I am spellbound
By all absence of any sound.

Rapt by the magic of the hour,
Before begins Life’s busy pace,
I hear the bell of a church tower
And other waking sounds take place;
Saddened I am, for these foretell
The breaking of the gentle spell!

Enchanted so by Nature’s art
And grateful too, I turn away
To treasure quietly in my heart
That blissful sight, a newborn day!
Blessèd are such moments in Life,
Gentle moments amid the strife.



Graham Coulson 27th October 2011

[kennyc]

Wonderful Graham!

[Graham Coulson]

Thanks Kenny --- over to you... (no pressure then !).

[kennyc]

Originally Posted by Graham Coulson

Thanks Kenny --- over to you... (no pressure then !).

[GeoffC]

A nice one Graham ! a blaze of colour within each line ....