Guest 664- Registered: 23 Mar 2008
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2 December 2010
09:2882731Clumped dendrites invade on a nor-east flow,
The glowing whiteness shines my eyes
In this land of crystallised snow.
The carpeted town is softened down
By the water brought to halt.
I survey the skies
Choked in parachuted disguise
A forest of wind flown snow.
Disguising, beguiling, schedule defiling
The fall takes its toll
On the world of time
On the roads and the minds
Of the ones who must not stop.
Guest 657- Registered: 13 Mar 2008
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2 December 2010
10:1882751I like that Andrew.
2 December 2010
11:0482769Love a bit of poetry Andrew. Here is my contribution (I should add, written from the perspective of the Gateway):
Sea slops sluggishly in the bay
With not a ripple to disturb
It's glassy surface, or the shore
Sea birds gather in ragged clumps
At dawn and dusk to discuss
The strange white cold
Snow covers hills and allotments
And no-one has gritted so far
Footprints cross the hallowed lawns
Elderly chaps become apoplectic
At the desecration thus revealed
Which they are unable to control (aah!)
Foolish motorists persist in
Sallying forth regardless, and
To my joy, slip and slither madly
Trees on the cliff stand stiff and still
Powdered with a snowy dust
Reminiscent of cow parsley in summer
Ancient ruins and modern shacks
Alike, have mysterious charm
Flaws air-brushed by an icy hand
Boats and birds, beach and balconies
Frozen in the harsh grasp of winter
The world stands still and wonders
Brian Dixon
- Location: Dover
- Registered: 23 Sep 2008
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2 December 2010
12:1882797diana,nice poem but wouldnt like to resite it after a cople of beers for obivious resons.
howard mcsweeney1- Location: Dover
- Registered: 12 Mar 2008
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2 December 2010
13:0882805this must be the dover equivalent of the "bloomsbury set", all this talent.
Guest 657- Registered: 13 Mar 2008
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2 December 2010
15:3982822Indeed Howard. Lovely poem Diana.
8 December 2010
13:2283690Because I like writing poetry, I thought you might like this one:
It's a whimsical thing, is Christmas
By the light of the silvery moon
It's a whimsical thing is Christmas
A scent, or the twirl of a tune.
It's the forgotten things of Christmas
That makes it what it is
It's the forgotten things that linger
On the edge of your mind like a kiss.
It's the feeling that Christmas gives you
Half warm and half frosty white
It's the feeling that Christmas is with you
In the glow of the golden night
It's the Christmas of youth that is with you
The glitter the fun and the joy.
It's the Christmas that you long for
Simple pleasures that never cloy.
It's the stirring up of the pudding
In the kitchen redolent of spices
It's the baking and shopping for hours
And the hiding away of surprises
It's a magical thing is Christmas
The holly, the ivy, the tree
It's a magical thing is Christmas
The tinsel and sparkle and glee
It's the Christmassy feeling of safety
That nothing can ever go wrong
It's the Christmassy feeling of sorrow
When you long for those who have gone.
It's a whimsical thing is Christmas
Each year I swear it won't get me
It's a whimsical thing is Christmas...
No sorry, can't go on, got to go and shop. bake, decorate, sweep chimneys, stuff turkey, buy great-auntie a present, write 150 Christmas cards, no time to finish poems.....
Guest 640- Registered: 21 Apr 2007
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8 December 2010
16:5183709lol!! Diana..great stuff there !
and well done Young Andrew too
I'll have to try and memorise some of those lines so that I can impress people at dinner parties and functions in general.
Guest 657- Registered: 13 Mar 2008
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8 December 2010
16:5483713Excellent Diana.
Guest 700- Registered: 11 Jun 2010
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8 December 2010
17:3983721Great poetry!!
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