mr_blue_owl   10 #49 Posted November 27, 2009 (edited) Here is a poem written by a fiend of mine who is, or rather was, a clairvoyant  Life is short, and Edited November 27, 2009 by mr_blue_owl typo Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Share this content via...
hazel   11 #50 Posted November 27, 2009 I have just writen this for my sister, it doesn't rhyme but to me it's poetry.   Tuesday 24th November when the world stood still  Until one o’clock today I had a sister  She was always there ---still retaining those few mths seniority--- still suggesting I do this and that --as she had done when we were young ,I never seemed to catch her up  She was a large part of my life  .She had always been there for me.  She took me to school and brought me home,  We were sent shopping together her pushing a younger brother in the pram which had a loose wheel, me sent to find matchsticks on the way there to keep the loose wheel from rolling off the pram or me chasing the wheel when it escaped. She was always there  We shared a room—when younger we shared a bed in which she would draw an imaginary line down indicating her half and mine and woe betide me if I accidentally rolled over on to her part. The line was then fiercely renewed  We played together, us two against the world, she in the front line, me following, we were dressed the same,--- we went to the same schools exploring the bombed buildings on our way-- we lived the same lives, we were known as those twins.  She was always there.  We were apart only when she was the first to go to Notre Dame and left me wondering how I could find my way on my own to school and get my brother there on time, Con having taken us both for years. Even then I would find her waiting at the bus stop for me pn the way home.  She was always there.  Sundays on our way to Mass we would buy comics and she would put me on my honour not to glance at them during the Service. Honour looming big in our lives.  Her voice rang in my ears, we always together, until we were young adults  I know I will find her somewhere waiting just out of reach saying, catch up catch up and this time I will... she will be there  until then I will miss her,  hazel Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Share this content via...
mr_blue_owl   10 #51 Posted November 27, 2009 I have just writen this for my sister, it doesn't rhyme but to me it's poetry.  Tuesday 24th November when the world stood still  Until one o’clock today I had a sister  She was always there ---still retaining those few mths seniority--- still suggesting I do this and that --as she had done when we were young ,I never seemed to catch her up  She was a large part of my life  .She had always been there for me.  She took me to school and brought me home,  We were sent shopping together her pushing a younger brother in the pram which had a loose wheel, me sent to find matchsticks on the way there to keep the loose wheel from rolling off the pram or me chasing the wheel when it escaped. She was always there  We shared a room—when younger we shared a bed in which she would draw an imaginary line down indicating her half and mine and woe betide me if I accidentally rolled over on to her part. The line was then fiercely renewed  We played together, us two against the world, she in the front line, me following, we were dressed the same,--- we went to the same schools exploring the bombed buildings on our way-- we lived the same lives, we were known as those twins.  She was always there.  We were apart only when she was the first to go to Notre Dame and left me wondering how I could find my way on my own to school and get my brother there on time, Con having taken us both for years. Even then I would find her waiting at the bus stop for me pn the way home.  She was always there.  Sundays on our way to Mass we would buy comics and she would put me on my honour not to glance at them during the Service. Honour looming big in our lives.  Her voice rang in my ears, we always together, until we were young adults  I know I will find her somewhere waiting just out of reach saying, catch up catch up and this time I will... she will be there  until then I will miss her,  hazel  That my dear, is beautiful poetry at its very best God Bless Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Share this content via...
Circa   10 #52 Posted November 27, 2009 I have just writen this for my sister, it doesn't rhyme but to me it's poetry.   Hazel - my heart goes out to you. Thanks for sharing that. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Share this content via...
Alcoblog   10 #53 Posted November 27, 2009 I have just writen this for my sister, it doesn't rhyme but to me it's poetry.  Tuesday 24th November when the world stood still  Until one o’clock today I had a sister  She was always there ---still retaining those few mths seniority--- still suggesting I do this and that --as she had done when we were young ,I never seemed to catch her up  She was a large part of my life  .She had always been there for me.  She took me to school and brought me home,  We were sent shopping together her pushing a younger brother in the pram which had a loose wheel, me sent to find matchsticks on the way there to keep the loose wheel from rolling off the pram or me chasing the wheel when it escaped. She was always there  We shared a room—when younger we shared a bed in which she would draw an imaginary line down indicating her half and mine and woe betide me if I accidentally rolled over on to her part. The line was then fiercely renewed  We played together, us two against the world, she in the front line, me following, we were dressed the same,--- we went to the same schools exploring the bombed buildings on our way-- we lived the same lives, we were known as those twins.  She was always there.  We were apart only when she was the first to go to Notre Dame and left me wondering how I could find my way on my own to school and get my brother there on time, Con having taken us both for years. Even then I would find her waiting at the bus stop for me pn the way home.  She was always there.  Sundays on our way to Mass we would buy comics and she would put me on my honour not to glance at them during the Service. Honour looming big in our lives.  Her voice rang in my ears, we always together, until we were young adults  I know I will find her somewhere waiting just out of reach saying, catch up catch up and this time I will... she will be there  until then I will miss her,  hazel I normally write rubbish on SF for the sake of it. I read your poem and it made me cry. This is not rubbish- it's beautiful ! I hope you find solace in writing it and wish you well Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Share this content via...
hazel   11 #54 Posted November 27, 2009 Thank you for sharing my grief, I am hoping to be able to read it out at the service.  hazel Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Share this content via...
Circa   10 #55 Posted November 27, 2009 Thank you for sharing my grief, I am hoping to be able to read it out at the service.  hazel  You're brave and It's lovely. I'm crying too. x Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Share this content via...
Solomon1   10 #56 Posted November 27, 2009 These are the lyricxs to Around the World By Daft Punk  ahhhhh....daft punk  great vid too  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s9MszVE7aR4 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Share this content via...
Solomon1   10 #57 Posted November 27, 2009 Here is a poem written by a fiend of mine who is, or rather was, a clairvoyant Life is short, and  ........... Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Share this content via...
Solomon1   10 #58 Posted November 27, 2009 until then I will miss her, hazel  beautiful poem hazel Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Share this content via...
Solomon1   10 #59 Posted November 27, 2009 A song for England  an' a so de rain a-fall an' a so de snow a-rain  an' a so de fog a-fall an' a so de sun a-fail  an' a so de seasons mix an' a so de bag-o'-tricks  but a so me understan' de misery o de englishman  Andrew Salkey Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Share this content via...
Solomon1   10 #60 Posted November 27, 2009 i like this poem because it explains the dour expression of most  except when its hot and sunny Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Share this content via...
