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Re: Poetry from the heart.

Post by Feather on 16th June 2015, 13:44

She was only 49 when she passed from cancer.
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Re: Poetry from the heart.

Post by Kitkat on 16th June 2015, 13:56

lol - I'm always interested to see what 'Similar Topics' come up at the end of threads here.  They appear automatically and change every now and then (supposed to be appropriate to what's written in the thread).  You can click into them and they take you to the originating site.

The first one that appears at the end of this thread - 'The Smokers Own Book of Poetry'   surprised  giggle

» Pipe and Pouch, The Smokers Own Book of Poetry
» I just survived my 5th heart attack!
» Urdu Poetry: Poetry of Heretics
» Ousted Ukrainian president Yanukovych is seriously ill in hospital after suffering a heart attack, claim Russian press
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Re: Poetry from the heart.

Post by Kitkat on 16th June 2015, 14:00

The selection has changed already! Five different 'Similar Topics' now.

Here is a connection to 'The Smoker's Book of Poetry' that came up there briefly:

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Re: Poetry from the heart.

Post by Feather on 16th June 2015, 17:46

DOUBT.

MIND GAME.


WHAT ARE WE? WHO ARE WE?
WHAT TREASURE DO WE HOLD?
HIDDEN FROM OUR SEARCHING EYES-
DO WE HAVE A SOUL?
THE WORD IT HAS A SOUND FORLORN,
HOWEVER WE CAN SAY IT,
REMOTE IN DEPTHS WE CANNOT PLUMB.
O, PLEASE BE THERE.I PRAY IT.
FORWHAT, IF NOT, IS E’ER WORTHWHILE,
IN SUNLIGHT OR IN GLOOM,
IF ALL THERE IS TO PONDER
IS DEATH, DECAY AND DOOM?
YET THERE’S NO UNDERSTANDING
FOR US IN LIFE’S SOJOURN
OF THE ETERNAL BEAUTY
WE CRAVE- AND SO WE MOURN
THE PASSING OF THE STRANGER
WHOM WE HAVE NEVER KNOWN,
THE STRANGER, LIFE ETERNAL,
WHOSE SEEDS WERE NEVER SOWN?













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Re: Poetry from the heart.

Post by Whiskers on 16th June 2015, 20:24

Loving all of your poems Feather.  I love you   They really are from the heart. I can feel all the different emotions in each one.
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Re: Poetry from the heart.

Post by Feather on 16th June 2015, 20:57

Only silence.

The widow crouched in darkened room
Once more gathering her thoughts,
Black as wisps of soot from fire,
Searching for what she sought.

Trying to listen, to reach beyond
The confines of her brain.
Concentration dewed her brow
As she fought to ease her pain.

She closed her weary tear stained eyes
And entered the empty gloom
Of the space behind her lowered lids
As soundless as his tomb.

Nothing to see, nothing to hear,
O, why should this be so?
Nightly vigils she had kept
Here on the earth below.
She’d heard tales of visions bright
Of soft words coming through
From loved ones in the higher realms
Pledging their love anew.

Was it then a blessed dream
That she could also share?
But only silence mocked her now
For nobody was there.
—Written Sunday, 17th March, 2013.







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Re: Poetry from the heart.

Post by Feather on 16th June 2015, 21:23

The Basket.                                              

She sat in the sultry heat
Of every weary day
Clasping the yellow straw
For this was the only way
She’d find the means to live
To feed her hungry child
To keep him from the cold
From winter’s ruthless wiles

Her wounded fingers bled
As she plied her humble trade
Weaving  back and forth
Too tired to be afraid
It was seldom she took a rest
Or lifted her weary eyes
Intent on her day’s long task
And the sound of her baby’s cries

At last it was twilight time
Her desperate chore complete
She sighed and dragged herself
On to her earth-stained feet
Grit stung in her bloodshot eyes
But she heeded not the pain
As she reached her humble home
For her baby would eat again.



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Re: Poetry from the heart.

Post by Feather on 19th June 2015, 23:01



Copper was beautiful inside and out. He was killed on the road when he was two years old in 1989.




SHADES OF COPPER.



COPPER WAS MINE.
SOFT TO THE TOUCH OF MY HAND,
HIS FLAME-SILK COAT,IN WAVES OF
FIRE-DARKER,LIGHTER-FLOWED,
RIGHT TO THE SMOKE-WHITE TIP
OF HIS TAIL.

COPPER WAS MINE.
MERCILESS,QUICK-FIRE PAW,
OBEYING THE DICTATES OF CATDOM,
MOUSE-ON-THE-RUN,AND ,
HUNTER,HYPNOTISED BY HEREDITY,
POUNCED TO KILL.

COPPER WAS MINE.
UNDER THE FIRE,BEYOND SAVAGERY,
HIS SPIRIT GLOWED IN EYES OF JADE
THAT SEARCHED AND FOUND MY SOUL.
GENTLE THE BEAST THAT RESTED
ON MY BREAST.

COPPER WAS MINE.
HIS MEMORY, FRESH AND DEEP AS FOREST
IN THE SPRING, INVADES MY MOOD
OF DARKENING DAYS, TURNS IT TO THE
GREENNESS OF HIS EYES, AND DAWN-DEW
TEARS ARE DAMNED.

COPPER WAS MINE.
ALL FACETS OF HIM SPARKLE
FOR ME NOW, HERE IN THE MIDNIGHT
DARK. BLIND I AM TO SORROW,
FOR I KNOW HIS EMBER-GLOW IS STILL.
COPPER IS MINE



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Re: Poetry from the heart.

Post by Feather on 20th June 2015, 10:44

A tongue-in-cheek admonishment to a female teenager.

Generation Gap.

                             

O, what a skirt with frills can do
To cheer me up when I am blue!
A coloured creation off the peg
Softly caressing my lower leg.

“Mutton as lamb,” I hear her say.
“Come on now, girl. You’ve had your day.
Better to dress in plainer style,
You’ve not been twenty for a while.”

“Go suck a lemon,” is my retort.
“Your’re only jealous. I know your sort.
Young or old, it doesn’t matter,
You’re over weight and getting fatter.

Lose the weight and then you can shout
You don’t know what you’re talking about.
Look in the mirror and start that diet.
Until then, I suggest you keep quiet!

I may be old but I’ve learned one thing.
A heart that is young is a true blessing
It means I can wear whatever I like
So close your mouth and take a long hike.”



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Re: Poetry from the heart.

Post by Feather on 20th June 2015, 10:45


MEDITATION.


WHEN THE BREAKERS ROAR AND THE WIND IS SHRILL
SEEK THE DEPTHS OF YOUR CAVERNOUS MIND.
SEARCH THE TUNNELS OF THOUGHT, THE RECESSES STILL
FOR THE DREAMS THAT YOU LEFT FAR BEHIND.

COUNT THE FANTASIES THERE; SEE THE IMAGES CLEAR
AS THEY WERE WHEN THEY WERE SO ALIVE
THE SOFT SOUNDS OF LOVE, DRAW THEM EVER SO NEAR
AND YOU’LL FIND THAT THEY SWEETLY SURVIVE.

IN THAT HAVEN DO LINGER TILL MEMORIES BRIGHT
BANISH DARK CLOUDS OF FEAR FROM YOUR THOUGHTS
RE-LIVE THE DAYS WHEN YOU BASKED IN THE LIGHT
OF THE PATTERNS OF HOPE THAT YOU WROUGHT.

CONJURE UP FACES SO DEAR TO YOUR HEART
PICTURE THEM AS THEY ONCE WERE
BRING THEM SO CLOSE THAT THEY NEVER DEPART
BUT SHOW YOU THE LOVE THAT’S STILL THERE



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Re: Poetry from the heart.

Post by Feather on 20th June 2015, 10:56

For my friend, Inga, who helped me sow seeds for the first time.
We went through university together.










PETAL POWER.


THE TERRACOTTA POT STANDS STRONG,
UNYIELDING TO THE FRACTIOUS GALE,
PROVIDING SHELTER, HOLDING FAST
AGAINST THE SNOW, AGAINST THE HAIL,
STRENGTHENING HOPE WITHIN THE HEART
THAT PROMISES IT HOLDS WITHIN
WILL BE FULFILLED AT WINTER’S END
WHEN JOY AND WARMTH AND LIFE BEGIN.
THO’, EVEN NOW, BEYOND THE RIM,
THE BROODING GHOST OF JACK FROST LINGERS,
SILENT, GLISTENING, ICY-COLD,
MISTING THE BREATH, BURNING THE FINGERS,

YET SUDDENLY, AND THRUSTING HIGH,
MIRACULOUS IT IS TO SEE
ONE GOLDEN, ROSE-TIPPED, BLUSHING BUD
EMBRACING LIGHT, ASCENDING FREE.
IN ITS SEARCH FOR SKY AND SUN,
‘TIS STRANGE THAT SUCH A TENDER FLOWER
SHOULD HOLD, WITHIN ITS TINY STEM,
THIS ENERGY, THIS AWESOME POWER.
AND YET MORE WONDER IT CONCEALS
IN ALL ITS GOLDEN, FIREY HUES
FOR, IN ITS WARMTH, ITS TENDERNESS,
IT CONJURES UP A THOUGHT OF YOU,
FOR SEEDS WERE SOWN AGAIN THAT DAY,
THAT AUTUMN DAY OF THREATENING RAIN,
AS SEEDS OF FRIENDSHIP LONG AGO
WHICH BLOSSOMED- AND, TODAY, REMAIN.



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Re: Poetry from the heart.

Post by Feather on 20th June 2015, 20:02


AGAINST THE TIDE.


O, FOR WASHDAY WITH NO BLUES,
O, FOR T.V. WITH NO NEWS,
O, FOR THE CHILD WITHOUT THE BIRTH,
O, FOR HAPPINESS HERE ON EARTH,
O, FOR A WISHING WELL!
O, FOR A ROSE WITHOUT A THORN,
O, FOR THE CALM WITHOUT THE STORM,
O, FOR DARKNESS WITHOUT FEAR,
O, FOR LOVE WITHOUT A TEAR,
O, FOR THE BLARNEY STONE!
O, FOR SOLITUDE SERENE,
O, FOR JOY THAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN,
O, FOR DEATH WITHOUT HIS STING,
O, FOR EVERY HAPPY THING,
O, FOR THAT RAINBOW’S END!
O, FOR HONEY WITHOUT THE BEE,
O, FOR TIME TO FIND THE KEY,
O, FOR KNOWLEDGE WITHOUT PAIN,
O, FOR ABEL WITHOUT CAIN,
O, FOR A SILVER LINING!


O, FOR MAGIC WITH NO WAND,
O, FOR WATCHES WITH NO HANDS,
FOR NO FAMINE AFTER FEAST,
O, FOR BEAUTY WITHOUT THE BEAST,
O, FOR THE DISNEY STAR!
O, FOR TRUST WITHOUT SUSPICION,
O, FOR MIRTH WITHOUT DERISION,
FOR DELIGHT WITHOUT DELUSION,
O, FOR THOUGHT WITHOUT CONFUSION,
O, FOR A PEARL OF WISDOM!
O, TO GAIN ON ROUNDABOUTS,
AND STILL BE BOLD ON SWINGS,
O, TO DWELL ON TREASURES PAST,
YET FEAR NOT WHAT THE FUTURE BRINGS,
O, FOR A FOUR-LEAFED CLOVER!
O, FOR A MORN WITHOUT A NIGHT,
O, FOR A TUNNEL FILLED WITH LIGHT,
O, FOR GIVING WITH NO LOSS,
O, FOR JESUS WITH NO CROSS,
O, FOR THE LIFTED VEIL!
O, FOR “NEAR” WITHOUT “AFAR”,
O, FOR THE PEACE WITHOUT THE WAR,
O, FOR HOPE WITHOUT ITS DOUBT,
O, FOR A HEAVEN WITH NO DEVOUT,
O, FOR THAT FINAL CURTAIN!



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Re: Poetry from the heart.

Post by Stardust on 20th June 2015, 22:39

Lovely magic moments. Thank you for allowing us the benefit of sharing your inspiration, Feather. happyheart
Still laughing at the generation gap. giggle



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Post by Feather on 20th June 2015, 22:48

Thank you, Stardust. You don't usually post over the weekend. Have you got a computer at home now?



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Post by Stardust on 20th June 2015, 23:20

You don't miss much, Feather, lol. Sherlock
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Re: Poetry from the heart.

Post by Feather on 27th June 2015, 10:01


Circular Walk.


Contrasts abound where I love to walk
On the outskirts of my home town.
Surrounding a lake, a path curves right
Luring me on-round and round.

A few feet away, the waters lap
And kiss the weather worn beach
While sea birds and swans dance to the tune
Of the gentle ripples beneath.


The northern air is fresh and cool
As I deep-breathe it into my breast
Refreshing me, cleansing me, urging me on
While I take in each glorious breath.



Not for me are those hot and sultry shores
Nor teeming cities so bright
Give me auroras of dazzling green
Backdrop to my islands’ night.


I see in the distance, piercing the sky,
The cathedral’s ancient spire
Lasting symbol of a by-gone age
Gold weather vane flashing out fire.


Red sandstone walls, hewn long ago
From the land of my Viking kin,
Drop down to the soil of the old graveyard
With mem’ries of my origins.



My footsteps follow a well worn path
Snaking up from the water’s edge
I’m startled but glad as the wings of a wren
Beat up from a hawthorn hedge.


I reach the crest of an upward slope
And pause as I take in the view
Miniature cars on a ribbon of road
Flash by in rainbow hues.


As I near the end of my peaceful stroll
An evergreen copse shelters me
Under its canopy, luscious and green
Where I linger soundlessly

I feel cocooned, protected there
From all that would give me pain
A few more steps and I smile to see
That I’m back where I started again.









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Re: Poetry from the heart.

Post by lar-lar on 3rd July 2015, 23:00

I'm happy to have my fix of your lovely poetry, Feather.
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Post by Feather on 3rd July 2015, 23:11

Aw, thank you, lar-lar. I have more but haven't got them on here yet.
I'm so chuffed you are posting here.xxx. flower



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Post by lar-lar on 3rd July 2015, 23:18

I'm so chuffed you're here too! happyheart
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Re: Poetry from the heart.

Post by Feather on 16th August 2016, 12:27

Trials.

"Hope springs eternal"  flower

O,the ups and downs of life!
O, the sorrows and the strife!
O, when everything goes amiss,
Hope for happiness. Hope for bliss.
Just be patient. Just be kind,
Just be silent. You will find
In your meditations deep,
When you're on the verge of sleep,
Comfort comes in strange disguise.
An image or an adage wise
Presents itself to troubled brain
And you will soon be whole again.
Watch and listen while you dream,
For that's when angels always seem
To hover o'er your drowsy head
Bringing solace to your bed.



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Post by Stardust on 16th August 2016, 19:54

Feather wrote:Trials.
"Hope springs eternal"  flower

O,the ups and downs of life!
O, the sorrows and the strife!
O, when everything goes amiss,
Hope for happiness. Hope for bliss.
Just be patient. Just be kind,
Just be silent. You will find
In your meditations deep,
When you're on the verge of sleep,
Comfort comes in strange disguise.
An image or an adage wise
Presents itself to troubled brain
And you will soon be whole again.
Watch and listen while you dream,
For that's when angels always seem
To hover o'er your drowsy head
Bringing solace to your bed.
That's so beautiful, Feather. Thanks for sharing it with us. happyheart



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Post by Feather on 16th August 2016, 22:30

Thank you as ever, Stardust. This one just came to me as I wrote it here. As you know, I don't quite believe in angels but never mind that. giggle



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Post by Kitkat on 17th August 2016, 10:00

Feather wrote:This one just came to me as I wrote it here. As you know, I don't quite believe in angels but never mind that. giggle

And there was I thinking you'd experienced some kind of revelation ....

Hmm  Well, those reflective, philosophical, poignant thoughts transcribed into words had to have come from somewhere .... cyclops ...
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Post by Feather on 17th August 2016, 10:23

Yep! Maybe my conscious brain, maybe my subconscious brain or maybe--just maybe-- another dimension. If  the last one, why don't I get contact in more ways than just poetry? Ah, the mysterious Muse! shrug



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Post by Kitkat on 17th August 2016, 10:41

Feather wrote:Yep! Maybe my conscious brain, maybe my subconscious brain or maybe--just maybe-- another dimension. If  the last one, why don't I get contact in more ways than just poetry? Ah, the mysterious Muse! shrug

Feather, wherever the inspiration came from - the answer to that question (and more) is right there in your poem!
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Pets --- present and past.

Post by Kitkat on 9th May 2017, 12:42

In the middle of transferring data over to the new soon-to-be-opened Light After Life forum.
The process is taking me back to the very start of LAL (back in January 2008), as I am manually copying over every post ever made to be included and archived in the new LAL when it's ready for the off.  A slow and arduous task, (see PM sent to all LAL members here, for details), but one that I am enjoying immensely as it's bringing back some precious memories, memories which should not be allowed to be lost in the passage of time. 

study  In the process, I came acros this little treasure trove ------
a whole thread full of poem memorials to each of Feather's cats:  flower

 I think it belongs here.  Smile   

You can read them all in the following thread (from the new LAL):  ENJOY!  Very Happy

http://lightafterlife.forumotion.com/t412-pets-present-and-past


(the date on which each post was originally made is at the top of each post, coloured green.)

    Current date/time is 21st October 2018, 05:06