Poetry?

Penelope · Posted: Sun May 11, 2008 2:25 pm Post subject:

What superb poetry Saffron and Ralph - Thank you.

This is not nearly so beautifully worded, but I love it:-

She wears her halo rakishly
It leans somewhat awry
But sinners count her as a friend...
While 'good' folk pass her by.

Saffron · Posted: Sun May 11, 2008 2:31 pm Post subject:

Penelope · Posted: Sun May 11, 2008 4:07 pm Post subject:

Saffron I found the Duckpond Poem:

Daddy Fell into the Pond
a poem by Alfred Noyes

Everyone grumbled. The sky was grey.
We had nothing to do and nothing to say.
We were nearing the end of a dismal day,
And then there seemed to be nothing beyond,
Then
Daddy fell into the pond!

And everyone's face grew merry and bright,
And Timothy danced for sheer delight.
"Give me the camera, quick, oh quick!
He's crawling out of the duckweed!" Click!

Then the gardener suddenly slapped his knee,
And doubled up, shaking silently,
And the ducks all quacked as if they were daft,
And it sounded as if the old drake laughed.
Oh, there wasn't a thing that didn't respond
When
Daddy Fell into the pond!

Alfred Noyes

Penelope · Posted: Sun May 11, 2008 4:17 pm Post subject:

This is our family's top favourite - I hope Ophelia reads this:::::

The Lesson

Chaos ruled OK in the classroom
as bravely the teacher walked in
the nooligans ignored him
his voice was lost in the din

"The theme for today is violence
and homework will be set
I'm going to teach you a lesson
one that you'll never forget"

He picked on a boy who was shouting
and throttled him then and there
then garrotted the girl behind him
(the one with grotty hair)

Then sword in hand he hacked his way
between the chattering rows
"First come, first severed" he declared
"fingers, feet or toes"

He threw the sword at a latecomer
it struck with deadly aim
then pulling out a shotgun
he continued with his game

The first blast cleared the backrow
(where those who skive hang out)
they collapsed like rubber dinghies
when the plug's pulled out

"Please may I leave the room sir?"
a trembling vandal enquired
"Of course you may" said teacher
put the gun to his temple and fired

The Head popped a head round the doorway
to see why a din was being made
nodded understandingly
then tossed in a grenade

And when the ammo was well spent
with blood on every chair
Silence shuffled forward
with its hands up in the air

The teacher surveyed the carnage
the dying and the dead
He waggled a finger severely
"Now let that be a lesson" he said

Roger McGough

Saffron · Posted: Sun May 11, 2008 9:06 pm Post subject:

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Saffron · Posted: Fri May 23, 2008 8:01 am Post subject: Maya Angelou

In 1986 at Ohio University, I saw Maya Angelou read. What a powerful presence. The book she had just published was And Still I Rise. I was 4 months pregnant at the time and once the baby arrived poetry went right out the window, along with an entire academic career. Twenty-one years later the child writes her own poetry and I am finally back to it myself. Last week at a book sale I found a copy of Maya Angelou's And Still I Rise. Here is one of my favorites.

Remembrance

Your hands easy
weight, teasing the bees
hived in my hair, your smile at the
slope of my cheek, On the
occasion, you press
above me, glowing, spouting
readiness, mystery rapes
my reason.

When you have withdrawn
your self and the magic, when
only the smell of your
love lingers between
my breasts, then, only
then, can I greedily consume
your presence.

There are two observations in this poem that I really appreciate. The first is the fact that the smell of another person can stay on your own body and that you can distinguish it from your own. And I do not just mean the smell of sex. I find this amazing. Those people I have loved the best in my life, I have also had at least one experience of noticing and loving the way they smelled. My daughters always tell me they like the way I smell and they like to be in my bed because they say it smells like me.

The second is the pleasure of remembering an encounter - especially a memory enhanced by a lingering scent. I have found as much joy in going over in my mind a memory as the actual event. I'll go a step further to say that I think that falling in love is about this very thing. The stroking of memory inflames the growing feelings to the point of, well the craziness that is "falling in love". I say craziness because we all know that falling in love is not about reality. Memories are not accurate renditions of events and then focusing solely on the pleasure experienced distorts the reality of the living breathing other person. I suppose that is how we sometimes find ourselves in the situation of asking, how did I end up with this person? More incredible is to come to the other side of falling in love and find that you are still in love.

ralphinlaos · Posted: Fri May 23, 2008 10:51 am Post subject:

Hi Saffron -

Maya Angelou has certainly lead an interesting life, hasn't she? She's reinvented herself more than once and has become one of our elder statesmen (stateswomen? I don't think so). I've always admired her, long before Oprah discovered and touted her. Remember the poem she wrote and recited at President Kennedy's inauguration? The River - something like that.

She lives not too far from you, doesn't she? And, she's a Hilary supporter; I wonder what Oprah thinks of that.

"Remembrance;" a lovely poem and immediately recognizable as from Maya Angelou.

Ralph

Penelope · Posted: Fri May 23, 2008 10:52 am Post subject:

Saffron...that is a very sexy poem.....and I am past the age when I should be affected by such stuff.....but who cares about 'should'.

Pheromones.......you cannot always detect the smell of some one...yet the smell affects us....that is not fair....nature is not fair!!!

But, it keeps us turned on....to life....well, to the life-force.

Sound does it too.......I am thinking of the BBC production of 'The Forsyte Saga'.....John Galsworthy wrote the character of Soames, as a letcherous old man....but the BBC cast Eric Porter in the role....Eric Porter had a voice like 'Port Wine' and I could never understand why Irene didn't fancy him....because I did (fancy him).....Later, when I read the novel, the BBC production ruined it for me....because Soames was always Eric Porter, with THAT voice.

So, we've covered, smell, sound, ......sight, is obvious.....I look at Johnny Depp...and I wish I was young again.....taste and touch are left......perhaps we shouldn't go there.....Saffron..... Laughing

Saffron · Posted: Fri May 23, 2008 11:20 am Post subject:

Penelope, my spine tingles! So, what of taste? Anyone? I've got touch covered. Years ago I wrote a poem called Mango Passion for a lover I had once. I'll see if I can find it.

I love the BBC production of 'The Forsyte Saga' too! I also think Eric Porter was miscast. His acting was wonderful but, I think you are right about the voice.


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