EquineAnn Poetry Stop

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Share them, please!

I'll just have a look. I think I may already have done so. Thank you very much.

 

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Horses in fields, A snowy owls journey & when I was a girl I dreamt are poems I wrote & was proud of. I will now share some more I'm proud of.

 

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The heritage preservationists tale​

The heritage preservationist goes to Canterbury on a horseless coach.
She takes a laptop with charger for when the shrine she does approach.
She wears period dress from the time when Geoffrey Chaucer wrote his book.
She wants to visit Thomas a Beckett's shrine and really have a look.

She photographs the artifacts with the camera on her mobile phone.
She does her research & writes a report about it before she can carry out plans of her own.

Now she's been, seen & photographed & wrote about it & she can go her way.
She can go shopping and have a latte & muffin and really enjoy her day.
She has a complete week of rest and relaxation there.
The hotel has lots of good facilities, it's a good job it isn't bare.

She watches history and antiques programmes on T.V.
& enjoys her meals in the plush hotel which was the best place to be.

On her way back home, she imagines what it would have been like
To travel there in Chaucer's time & hope her horse missed the dike.
To take a full week to get there and back without no time for a break.
Only for food & sleep for herself and the horses before their legs did ache.

No hot running water for her to have a bath.
No flushing toilets. That wouldn't have been a laugh.

(This is one I was challenged to write for a contest where I had to take inspiration from Canterbury Tales *better points for mentioning or alluding to Chaucer or the Canterbury tales* & write a more modern day story using both old & new aspects of life.)

 

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All days must end​

Whether days are long or short they all must end.
Who knows what will come along round the bend.
What luck will your fate and destiny send.

Who knows what tomorrow will bring.
Whether it will make you cry or make you sing.

Sometimes time flies and sometimes it feels as if it will last forever.
Sometimes you do things simply & sometimes they require endeavour.
This always happens whether you're average or clever.

So no matter how things appear to you.
How bad or good they are to do.

Hold on for another day.
Things might start to go your way.
So carry on come what may.

Poem based on the quote "Be the day short or be the day long, at last it weareth to evening song" by L.M. Montgomery

 

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Wine​

Wine, wine, beautiful wine!
If you drink it, you'll feel fine.
It will make you feel so merry.
& your face is as red as a cherry.
Wine, wine, beautiful wine!

 

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I am a book​

Bound in blood red leather.
Nice & interesting so you'll love me forever.
Gilded drop-letters on the front & spine.
As gold as my treasure as great as any gold-mine.
Marbled fly-leafs pleasing to the eye.
Heavy in both ways so to love me you must try.
I really weigh a ton.
I hope I ensure you have lots of fun.
People can just smell me for ages before they read me.
I smell gorgeous as well as looking as beautiful as can be.

I educate people & get them to weigh things up & consider them.
I hope you really like me & think I'm a gem.
I also tell you lots of stories.
I hope you see me & all my glories.

Telling people stories that brought tears of joy.
I brought them more happiness than any toy.
Then I was put away for many years.
Crying my blood-red tears.
Feeling all my fears.
Until being picked up again & being remembered fond by many women & men.
Thinking how they are now and how they were then.
& how far they grew
& how much they knew.
Smiling at how much I've let people know.
How much I've helped them grow
& how far I've seen them go.

 

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Walking through a churchyard​

Walking through a churchyard on a hot, spring day.
Feeling the fire of the sun on your back while you go your way.
Pink cherry blossoms falling off the trees.
Smelling the sweet scent before your hay-fever makes you sneeze.

 

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There are others but I can't find them at this moment. I am trying to get enough together to compile a book though.

 

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How come?​

How come most of the time, poems, short stories & songs just pop in my head?
Then I just have to record them?
I rarely have to alter them & if I do it makes them worse & my head goes dead.
However, sometimes I have to do all the hard work & it feels funny.

When this happens I think I just can't write
& I can't always get anything right.
No matter how hard I try.

 

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Ideas​

Ideas flow like a river to the sea.
Or rush straight in to me.
Like a tsunami not letting me free.

Like a teenager they create a perfect storm.
Sometimes they're cold, sometimes they're warm
Thundering until they've got the perfect form.

Lightning until they create clarity in my brain.
Then they just fall down as if they were rain.
Going pitter-patter on the window-pane.

Like a tornado they sometimes spin round & round
& you don't think they'll ever hit the ground
To the coast they are bound.

Where they hit the serene ocean.
Setting it into motion
Stirring up all emotion.

 

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This poem just entered my head.

What is intelligence?​

Intelligence is the flame that lights up your brain.
It ensures you understands all your joy & pain.
Intelligence is the fire. It is the spark.
It brings you into brightness out of the dark.

Intelligence makes you shine so bright.
Illuminating your darkness with a light.
Cutting all your problems with a sharp knife.
Facilitating your tasks in everyday life.

Gathering, processing & using information faster than your P.C.
Working so quickly on boring stuff so it is free.
To create all the good things you want to make.
& savour the flavour of interesting stuff like you enjoy a cake.

Intelligence helps you to understand the world around you.
Helping you to do everything you want & need to do.
Intelligence is the ability to work things out
& to argue without having to name-call, fight and shout.

 

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Unbearable noises​

Unbearable noises make your ears vibrate like a drill
Other people don't mind them but they make your ears kill
They can be necessary noises like a pneumatic drill
Or things being hammered into a wall
Or thunder that's not preventable at all.
Or helicopters flying low over your head
Or unnecessary like music where so-called musicians don't sing and play instruments but shout and bang their instruments instead.
Children screaming when their parents don't care.
Rather than giving them what they need, talking to them, singing to them and telling them stories, they pretend they're not there.

 

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I just can't sleep​

You know when you're tired but when you go to bed.
On your pillow you rest your head.
& it decides to wake up & race at 100 miles per hour.
& buzz so fast you can feel its power?

Racing like Red Rum round the Grand National track.
You look at the time. You won't get the chance for sleep back.
You're worried about having to go to the Dr's the next day.
& having to go to work before down your head can lay.

Thoughts running through your head.
You can't sleep so write instead.
Your head is coming up with poems fully-formed.
Though your bed is fully-warmed.

 

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Autumn​

Autumn leaves are falling slowly from the trees.
The wind is blowing much stronger than a breeze.
Your booted feet are making such a rustling sound.
As they wade through the leaves that fell to the ground.

You look around you & see the leaves are yellow, red, orange & brown.
There are still leaves on trees as well as those that came swirling down.
On evergreen trees the leaves are still there and green.
There are artists sitting down painting the autumnal scene.

They're wrapped up warm with a coat, scarf and hat.
Dressed like the Michelin man so they look fat.
Sat on the park benches with a flask of tea.
I just hope they haven't also painted me.

 

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Nature​

Nature is awesome with beautiful, bright birds.
Singing melodious songs without any words.
Luscious landscapes with heather on mountains
Flowing waterfalls gushing like a garden's fountains.
Vibrant daffodils, carnations, bluebells and roses.
That constantly send aromatic scents right up our noses.
Highland cows, deer, pigs, horses and sheep in fields.
Eating any excessive crops this farmland yields.
Horses and ponies running wild and free.
Why can't we learn from them and just be?

 

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My ghostly experiences​

I woke up & saw an old pet ferret run across the room.
He brushed past me & stayed for a cuddle to ease my gloom.
It was nice to feel his lovely, silky fur again.
That really eased all my sorrow & pain.
Then he ran straight through my solid, brick bedroom wall.
& left me wondering whether I was dreaming it all.

I've felt Dad's presence a few times since he died.
He's shaken me to awaken me & shouted at me until I cried.
There were many times I was afraid to sleep.
If I didn't though, he shook me until I'd weep.