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| Jubal | Jan 8 2010, 10:11:34 AM Post #46 |
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Snow Days Ice covered treetops Snow filled deep ditches Snowflakes like fairies Sledges like witches Dancing in waltz-whirls The snow glides to earth The blackbirds that huddle And nurture their girth Snowdrift and snowmelt And bust pipes and cars A nation in snowfreeze - thank god that it's ours. The children that laugh loud And throw snowballs too The pale quiet treetops And me, thinking of you. |
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| Jubal | Mar 14 2010, 09:46:45 AM Post #47 |
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The Beacons Yesterday They lit the beacons again Along the wall where they once were A thousand years and half again Ago. Yesterday People came to the wall once more They did not need the Empire; the Empire had gone They did not need the soliders; for they were dead and buried They did not need the wall; for the wall was in ruins But the people were there. The people could light the beacons. The people did not change. Tomorrow We may look at a darker earth Where danger lurks and people suffer And death is as bitter as painful birth And we are alone. Tomorrow People will need to light their hopes again They do not need a nation; the nations are failing They do not need an army; the guns are useless They do not need to hate; for hate breeds hate They just need themselves. The people can light the beacons. The people, still, can look to the light. Hope remains. |
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| Jubal | Mar 27 2010, 03:53:16 PM Post #48 |
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Three Bridges The remains of broken bridges stand in front of me today, And the world that they connected stands to fall in disarray, The dark clouds roll and the long rivers swell And the sound of breaking bridges Pulls us onwards into hell. A bridge once hung over gorges deep With great iron chains to hold it fast And even when the planks were gone The bridge was fought over as a base for future planks And a country's future. But did anyone win, at the last? There was a path among seven hills That led across the waters deep It stood proud for the work of an Empire But when the Empire was gone, the bridge fell Until it led to nowhere. And so the past falls, in time, to sleep. I looked out then on tarmac'd streets, And longshoremen in work-filled calm Yet none of them dared to be themselves, And when one did the law and justice fought Nobody won But I mourn the villain still, with a certain... alarm. The remains of broken bridges stand in front of me today, And the world that they connected stands to fall in disarray, The dark clouds roll and the long rivers swell And the sound of breaking bridges Of man and mundus breaking bridges The sound of breaking bridges Must be heard... so mark it well. --------------------- Challenge to the reader: can you work out which bridges they are?
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| Jubal | May 9 2010, 09:46:10 AM Post #49 |
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A Bloody Awful Day In Norfolk I walked down the fenland track And met a man coming the other way. Both hooded Both booted On a normal Norfolk day. The rain pattered down Bringing life from above And drawing life upwards To the newly wet mud And the raindrops hung from the laden trees Like pearl earrings. The mud oozed under my feet Trickles of black gold From which trees grow In which the multitude of life exists From which the riches of the fen were gained. And the trees stood around me Like the pillars of nature's cathedral Ancient, unfeeling, Immune to the petty cares of man. And for their strength And their reality They were beautiful. The reed-beds whispered In the Norfolk wind Which bit my face a little And then whisked onwards Windswept horses stood in the distance Wind-tossed buds shook on the bushes I looked at the other man again And all I heard him say was this: "It's a bloody awful day in Norfolk". |
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| +Goldyrulz+ | May 10 2010, 04:29:39 PM Post #50 |
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Shouldn't you be revising instead of writing poems? |
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| Jubal | May 10 2010, 05:55:28 PM Post #51 |
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Shouldn't you be revising instead of commenting on them?
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| +Goldyrulz+ | May 10 2010, 06:40:30 PM Post #52 |
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Making them probably takes longer than commenting on them
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| Andalus | Jun 12 2010, 09:01:07 PM Post #53 |
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The Norfolk poem is awesome, and I love 'The Most Beautiful Word'. Great poetry, Jubal.
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| Jubal | Jun 13 2010, 01:19:21 PM Post #54 |
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Thanks! I'll get back to it once exams are over hopefully, the GCSE system is crushing my latent creativity.
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| Jubal | Jul 22 2010, 09:19:00 AM Post #55 |
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Thoughts About People Some see red, and some see blue Some see black, and some see white Some the sun and some the moon Some the day and some the night Are the people we know The people we think we know? Do we only know Our own ideas of the people that come and go? If I imagined another, could they be real? Are the ideas in my head as human to me as the living bodies that think and feel? Some are soldiers, some are priests Some are dark and some are fair Some from west and some from east Some from here and some from there. Are the dreams we are shown A mirror on reality, or reality of our own? Is what make us us our will to create? Do we know more than the mere whim of fate? You, the reader, may be evil or just But to know that I know you I have only trust. You are fey and you are wise You are foolish, you are calm You clean my doubt with shining eyes We will keep each other safe from harm. |
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| Jubal | Jul 26 2010, 07:49:39 PM Post #56 |
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The Fairy The Queen of Faery followed me, Through wood and hill and greenwood tree. The Queen of Faery followed me, And bounded through my dreams... She wore a dress of purest white, And stood on a hill in the morning light. She wore a dress of purest white, With pure swan-feather seams. She looked at me with an ice-cold glance, And whirled me round in a desperate dance. She looked at me with an ice-cold glance, And shook her hair in bright sunbeams. I tried to run away for good, But only found a darker wood. I tried to run away for good, But I was bound by her beautiful schemes. So what can we two do, my dear, When she is close and you not near? And will I, waking, ever find, Queen Mab, the ruler of my mind? |
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| Jubal | Jan 20 2011, 03:47:59 PM Post #57 |
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A few nursery rhymes, updated in the light of the comprehansive spending review: Baa Baa Black Sheep Baa baa, black sheep, have you any wool? No, sir, no sir; DEFRA* took it all. Some to test for skin mites And find out who to blame And more to sue the farmer with his petting farm AGAIN. * UK govt. Department for the Environment, Food, and Rural Affairs Humpty Dumpty Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall, Humpty Dumpty had a great fall, All the king's men looked quite sorry and said "Our budget's been cut," then they left him for dead. Hey Diddle Diddle Hey diddle diddle, the taxes were fiddled, The banks were over the moon. The chancellor laughed to see such fun; Hurrah that it's bonus time soon! The Grand Old Duke of York The Grand old Duke of York had lost a thousand men He marched them up into Lashkar Gah Then his funds were cut again. When they were cut, they were cut Equipment was down, it was down They had no boots nor guns nor tanks So they got run out of town. |
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| phoenixguard09 | Jan 20 2011, 06:43:12 PM Post #58 |
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Hope you're happy Marcus.
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You were scratching a little with Grand Old Duke of York weren't you? ![]() Just kidding, its all really good. Especially the Beacons. I have to ask, Rome Total War or King Arthur? Edited by phoenixguard09, Jan 20 2011, 06:43:29 PM.
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| Jubal | Jan 20 2011, 07:32:11 PM Post #59 |
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There was an event a year or two ago where people re-lit beacons right along Hadrian's Wall. Rather epic.
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| Andalus | Jan 20 2011, 07:38:20 PM Post #60 |
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Heh, I like them. Nice work! |
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