Fishing on a sigh
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The child inside each living soul
Glimpses caught within the eye
When quite naturally exhibited
Witnessed lingering on a sigh

When levers creak and engines leak
Time permeates the core
Of what was once a temple
Now lies porous on the floor

Soaked overflowing saturated
With the tidal flow
Like driftwood without relevance
Thoughts start to ebb and flow

Then turn around look skywards
Wring the pity from the sun
Cloud formations captured,highlighting
The child caught in every one

When the mind drifts off in recall
Of long hot summer days
When life was for the taking
Seen idyllically through a haze

Bathed in juvenile development
A negative caught,framed in the making
Of that moment captured in a click
Natural now,"say cheese"no faking

Time then,ticked by so effortless
In fact wished away the years
When thoughts of adult passtimes
Seemed appealing to young ears

When the risks and fun of childhood
Plus those thrills which made each day
Are just like distant memories
Still the mind recalls the day

Full power charged with energy
With the day planned out for fun
The child viewed through the sands of time
Builds sandcastle days of fun

Up mountains he would wander
Embrace the slopes of time
Make floats to catch the biggest fish
Caught on his thoughts sublime

With back pack full of tackle
Slung upon the shoulder high
With fishing rod placed carefully
Squints at the sunlit sky

Then blinking in acknowledgement
Accepting the days beauty
To go forth and catch the largest fish
Was this youngsters"call of duty"

A chopper bike,remember them?
Peddle bumpy lanes quite fast
Moving adeptly through three levered gears
As the scenery flashes past

The Fishing rod is his"old faithful"
Designed by fate for poaching missions
Manoeuvrable round wooded banks
Casts well in tight positions

With a nose that almost smells the fish
Just know where they are waiting
The art of reading fishes minds
Needs no interogating

A deep pool in a trout filled stream
Where fish swim grown since hatching
My heart skips now remembering
The excitement in the catching

The float,the dip of reddenned tip
As striking with a swish
The telling arch,the trembling rod
From the depths reveal a fish

Being careful not to loose it
Brought then gently to the net
This one's too small,though beautiful
Scales say its times not yet

As released back to its hiding place
Without too much delay
The suns glow fades,the clouds appear
Back to the present day

The child inside this living soul
Glimpsed captured in his eye
Quite naturally here exhibited
Witnessed lingering on a sigh

Titan

the last box

we bought a dryer
in a box
as I passed the tv room
i thought
'not long ago you would have asked
to have it as a toy'
but those old days have passed
when unexpectedly -
'Dad - can I have that cardboard box'
No, they are not quite yet dust
But just another year at most
are left
God! Hide those foolish tears -
as if i was
a four year old who'd found
a loved gift lost

just to cheer myself up after the sad outcome of the FA Cup final, this is my favourite poem by me because it reminds me of a triumph in an earlier May and a lovely family feeling . I wonder if anyone will get it.

Wednesday May 25th

Jess wore your scarf
We had pizza and spuds
leaving the strawberry cheesecake and cava waiting in anticipation in the kitchen
We weren't walking alone that night
as the heart of our tribe roared out from the telly.

Mandy had on a slinky red top and a tiny pin on her handbag
Maldini's header immediately punctured our mood.

I wore your pin, on the lapel of my red silk shirt and began to rub it.
We were playing crap.

Kim demanded your jumper, which I found stained and smelly in the *wagger
She wore it anyway; praying it would make a difference.
Lucky to be only one down

Holly wore her fake shirt
f*ck (you would have mouthed it)
She sinks down into the sofa
Is it possible to walk anything but alone when you're depressed?

Reinforcements arrive, not wearing red
Isabella, smacked in the face by the gloom
retreats to the garden and plants endless larkspur in the new bed

Alex and Mark chat companionably in the garden
as Crespo turns the knife.

Halftime Isabella mothers up hope,
finding a red shirt for India, who should be in bed,
and a joke of a big red dressing gown for herself.
What the hell am I going to do with the cheesecake?

If you had a grave...

Come on Rafa! sort the b*ggers out!

Lily, completely partisan and immune to dispair
in her red T-shirt,
Shouts 'You're rubbish1' to our common enemy
Dudek earns his mmoney with a brilliant save
And suddenly we are all bouncing and yelling

Then we are screamig
India, getting hot, starts to take off her shirt
'KEEP IT ON!!'
She is remarkably compliant.

Then we are beyond screaming, stunned, unbelieving
Steve, behind the circle and unredded
echoes 'Chavvy Alonso' and guffaws

Mark, Alex, and Isabella come in.
We are now a tribe worth belonging to.
Although the tension is almost dangerous
as we move into extra time.

I have no nails and your pin will be rubbed away
They have no substitutes and are losing it again

Penalties!..

Dude earns a lifetimes wages
as the world explodes in a red fizz,
Lily gets permission to scream,
your death march and anthem rings out,
and a few million hearts around the world
swell and well and fill with pride

F*ck it! You should have been there!

reading that I felt like I was there! very good.

Oh good! By the way Turnip i thought your 'Last Box' was lovely... made me want to join this thread.

thank you. she has been living in the box all weekend.

Creative Corner/ Sanctuary

This place has become for me a place of peace a sanctuary
When life unravels before my eyes,
I visit this thread and read your poetry.

Not always calm, tranquillity
Sometimes complex emotions expressed
Written with honest integrity

The queen of verse you will meet
Lin’s poems are witty and complete
Then the Bogman from the West
His Lyrical verses pass the test

Turnip’s verse is sharp as a blade
Intelligence clearly displayed
Marcel’s odes can make you weep
Whoose sentiments you'll wish to keep

The elegance of PB
Care and wisdom plain to see
Pebbles prose makes hearts pale
Tearing through emotions veil.

AB's word weave shows the heart upon her sleive
The musings display AB's wisdom and word play
Christo joins in too with visions both concise and new.

Parkwife has just joined the throng
Plain speaking I think will be her song

Then penultimately and not least you’ll find
The deep emotions of Titans mind
For me this honourable intense soul
Can for awhile make me whole.

Then last of all there’s me
I find solace here you see?
My verse I hope reads well
On occasions they can tell
Of my life and my love an sometimes, well?
The times of living hell.

This group of word weavers I have found
To be decent souls who bring me peace
With their thoughts and speech profound.

The comradeship and humanity
Touch the very heart of me.

So with these few words I hope
To convey the love I find here each day.



BJS

Thank you BJS – you are very kind.


This is one of those poems which just fell out of my head. I am not feeling like this at all, at the moment! Well, maybe just a little bit!

It is a long, long journey,
From here to there and back,
Sometimes the road is bumpy,
An uneven kind of track.
Alone we plod in silence
No heed paid if we cry,
The destination secret
But not the reason why.
Do you really want to know
What lies ahead for you?
How life will be in ten years time,
Or maybe even two?
I cannot bear to contemplate
The person I will be,
I hope a happy Grandma,
Bouncing children on my knee.
But that long road that I travel
Has many twists and bends,
Too often at a crossroads
The wrong way conscience sends!
The smiling happy Granny
Will live the other way,
To the left and not the right
Will be where those children play.
It is a long, long journey
From here to there, and back
Will you be there to greet me,
And put me back on track?

Lin
xx

Not kindness dear Verse Queen just inadequate thanks for the strength and warmth you guys bring to my life especially on those days my head is fogged

Ups and downs in life just like this weather.

The sun is not shinning again today
Rain and more rain won't go away
Dark clouds form in the sky
As a feeling of depression hangs over, I wonder why
Just like the weather we have these dark days
But it will pass or so they say

My head is swimming as the room sways
So tired and in need of some sleep
Fed up with all this shaking and twitching feet
Just want a sunny day to appear
A day of being well, bringing me cheer
Raindrops starting to fall, onto my face
Pull yourself together, what a disgrace
But it will pass or so they say

Time to get ready and go off to work
Paint a face on as false as a clown
With a fake smile, instead of this frown
Whatever did we do so wrong to get this PD
I hate this damn thing as it takes hold of me
So if anyone says to me this feeling will pass
I will tell them to just kiss my A........

PB x

Not very lady like I know but just sometimes got to let of steam.