Our little Poets... - Page 3

dottie · 10 May 2003, 17:57

Bren you write as if you are personally experiencing these emotive words they are so poetic - I'll believe this is the best way to write poetry is to feel the emotion yourself - WONDERFUL

Tim · 10 May 2003, 18:16

Indeed Wonderfull!

Bren · 10 May 2003, 18:33

Thanks Dotster

Thanks Tim

meshurp · 10 May 2003, 19:11

i wrote two ickle poems for mums pictures on world of angels and i thought i might type them on here for those of you who might want to read them (i dont usualy show them to other poeple). Sorry Tim if its bad of me to post them on both.

The Snow Angel

Though the wind blows cold,
and the eddying, frozen tears of man,
fall all around you now,
still your gentle fce looks down,
and prays us hope,

Mankinds quite time has come,
fear and pain has chilled to bone,
yet deep inside blooms warmth,
as you still sit lookng down.

Angel Of Light

Within the dark confines of the world,
only one light shines pure to our eyes,
that light is yours, a candle of hope,
God forbid that your light should flicker and dim,
you are set alone to help those who seek to see,
your embracing glow shines forever into eternity,
streching out before us guiding our way,
you were sent to: keep us,
save us,
love us,
lead us,
oh guardian of our faith,

Bren · 10 May 2003, 20:15

Quote:

Originally Posted by dotster

Bren you write as if you are personally experiencing these emotive words they are so poetic - I'll believe this is the best way to write poetry is to feel the emotion yourself - WONDERFUL

Poetry has always been my way of expressing how i feel,Dotster.i write my feelings into the poem,so theyare very personel.With the exception of a couple i'm the only one that's ever read them! ,because a lot of people on this forum write poetry,i summoned up the courage to post a couple......it makes me happy that you like them.

Bren · 11 May 2003, 11:14

Flying Mouse this is for you...
I'm new to the forum, and the first time i read your name (the flying mouse) it put me in mind of a poem that we studied at school (more years ago than i care to remember). i wondered if you'd come across it, and if indeed that's where the inspiration for your name came from. every time i read "the flying mouse" i think of the last line of this poem.

The Bat by Theodore Roethke

By day, the bat is cousin to the mouse
He likes the attic of an aging house
His fingers make a hat about his head
His pulse beat is so slow we think him dead

He loops in crazy figures half the night
Among the trees which face the corner light
But when he brushes up against the screen
We are afraid of what our eyes have seen
For something is amiss, or out of place
When mice with wings can wear a human face

**The Flying Mouse** · 11 May 2003, 13:58

Hi Bren.
Sorry to disapoint you,but it's not how I came up with the name.
I can't remember where I read it,or who told me,that the German word for bat is Fliegermaus.Translated back into English you get Flying Mouse.
I though that this was very cool

,and so The Flying Mouse was born.
UNFORTUNATLY,I asked R. to confirm that this info is correct,and it isn't

.
But still,the Bat is a member of the rodent family,so it still works for me

.
BTW Great poem.The last sentance reminds me of vampires,Flying mice with a humans face.Is it intentional?

meshurp · 11 May 2003, 15:25

The wind sighs, through silent trees,
grasses rustling sway upon the breeze,
and you are left cold,
as earths eternal sunset flickers,
fades,
and dies,
and you ask youself why?
why?
does evening fall to quick,
and steal the light of day...
why?
do blossems bright in the sun,
full of springs new hope curl and die...
why?
do the leafy fingers of fire lance from the sky,
swirling, scuttling on cold concrete, yet never rising high...
why?
is the fresh green grass curled,
and crisped by frost cold, icy touch...
why?
does the soft feathed down, of timeless clocks,
fall not float upon dead air...
why?
....for the fire bird has flown to the sun,
and springs-winter wheel, turns forever as one,
yet you are left standing here,
still,
amidst the flood of time....

Bren · 11 May 2003, 17:14

Quote:

Originally Posted by THE FLYING MOUSE

BTW Great poem.The last sentance reminds me of vampires,Flying mice with a humans face.Is it intentional?

Not to my knowledge.It's just describing a bat's appearance,they look like mice with wings and their faces ARE veryhuman to look at...if you have ever studied one!
The Flying Mouse is a good name whatever your reason for choosing it.

meshurp · 12 May 2003, 22:34

Scattered Tears

With that flickering light,
our lives are forever changing,
refracted,
as light from scattered tears,
pools form to ice,
and shine frozen,
by hearts dark winter chill,
when that candle flame,
casts shadows all around,
a mirror of our coming hope.

**The Flying Mouse** · 14 May 2003, 01:50

Sorry to go off topic again

.
Meat himself said yesterday on the Graham Norton show that the word Fliegermaus is on the cover of the Russian edition of Bat Out Of Hell

.
dosvedaniya

Bren · 31 May 2003, 14:19

I missed you all very much while i was away,
Kept wondering how you all were and what you were doing,
so i wrote this for all of you.

Thoughts from a clifftop

Gentle waves break on the rocks,
A path of sunlight dances,
Across the expanse of endless blue,
But my thoughts are not of the ocean,
They are of you.

Here on this lonely clifftop,
Beside a sea,
Of sparkling green and blue,
Sitting in the warm evening sun,
I'm thinking of you.

On a rock the lighthouse, quiet sentinel stands,
the wispiest of clouds,
drift across a sky of softest blue,
my thoughts drift with the clouds,
back to you.

Wildflowers chase across the clifftops,
'til they tumble,
from my view,
in the midst of all this beauty,
my thoughts are of you.

A golden eye of sun, nesting in a bed of grey cloud,
stoops to kiss the water,
'til orange fire burns across the blue,
but my thoughts are not of the sunset,
they are of you.

The sun drains the sky of colour,
as it falls behind the cloud,
soft muted greys of evening shroud the view,
theres a silver sheen on the ocean,
but my thoughts are with you.

Darkness falls in descending peace,
just the waves, soft-whispered caress,
all other sound has ceased,
night wraps and steals the view,
alone here in the stillness,
still i think of you.

love to you all.
Bren.

original sin · 31 May 2003, 23:55

Bren

Thanks

that's lovely

Testify · 01 Jun 2003, 12:00

these r all v good

meshurp · 01 Jun 2003, 21:21

Hi there! ickle poem for you, see if you can guess what its about....

Your sharp fingers curl,
Through dry-water shined glass,
And sleep blurred eyes,

Dancing, flickering halos glow,
As a breif flash illuminates my world,
Your line if guidance snakes across,
This dark insubstantial land,

Light on air makes blacker still,
The deepening pool of night,
Flick-flick-flick as round we go,
Seen once but never-maybe-always twice,

As cold air thickens on dripping panes,
Your glow does slice,
A never faltering path of light...

original sin · 02 Jun 2003, 00:34

lighting? sunrise?

meshurp · 02 Jun 2003, 20:12

nope!

nothing so poetic! its a street light viewed at night through a car window!!

Testify · 02 Jun 2003, 20:25

well aint you a cleva bunch of bunnies!!

meshurp · 02 Jun 2003, 20:29

thank you Testify!

Testify · 02 Jun 2003, 20:37

ur welcome, aslong as u dont call me strange!!

meshurp · 02 Jun 2003, 20:41

sorry

Testify · 02 Jun 2003, 21:08

oh no u dont have to apologise, cos u explained that it wasnt me, hmmm tho i wonder!!

Keab42 · 08 Jun 2003, 21:26

I'm sitting here,
wasting time,
wondering to myself,
do poems have to rhyme?

do they sound right,
if somebody writes,
a line or two,
without a rhyme in sight?

and as i sit,
time passes by,
wow i've written a poem,
dont ask me why.

Bren · 08 Jun 2003, 22:21

Pipistrelle

Night settles to softness.
Muted sounds
soft-blanket the twilight
hushed all around.
Across the evening gold and blue
two pipistrelles fly in to view
on silent wings.
They flit and dance across the night
and chase the moths
attracted by the window light.
Scarcely a movement stirs the trees.
An owl glides by
with long-practised ease
alights in the tall pine
noiselessly.
The pipestrelles
thier patterns weave
all around the sky.
They swoop and soar
in restless flight
a shadow dance
upon the night.
And i wish that i
had wings to fly,
as freely as my thoughts,
that forever fly to you.
Then none would ask
or question why?
and i too could dance
about the sky.

Shadows deepen
silhouettes grow,
the sky has lost it's light.
The scent of Honeys.uckle and roses
drifts on the night.
Night walks across the lawn
and passed the flower beds.
The bats aerial display
has ceased.
Night falls on the garden
and shrouds it in peace.
The owl on silent wings
flies off in to the night,
leaving me
in the darkness
alone.

sorry for the strange typing of the plant name before roses....the computer thinks it's a swear word!! when typed properly!

Wild_Honey · 15 Jun 2003, 23:32

Thanks Bren for leading me here!

Really you all produce awesome stuff!!! Wouldn't this be worth being published?

Hope you don't mind me posting some of my things here as well?

IRISH LOVE

Sweet sunset in the Uplands,
The daylight slowly dies.
A soft breeze wipes my bitter tears
Tenderly off my eyes.

The stones of Giant's Causeway
Seem to be paved with gold.
I've travelled a hundred thousand miles
For you my love to hold.

The setting sunlight shines like stars,
It's sparkling in the sea.
Not long ago you said you would
Go catch the stars for me...

Now it seems the stars you caught
Are buried beneath the waves.
Each sunset kisses them goodnight,
Watching over their graves.

When the pale moon's up on Galway Bay
And the island falls asleep
I feel the rain come pouring down
As if the skies would weep.

First one by one the raindrops fall
On meadows, trees and hills.
And when the wind blows rain-clouds hither
I can feel the autumn chills...

I'm longing for the fireside
You and me once sat by.
I can hear your laughter in the air,
Turning into a cry.

I notice with a shock it's me
I'm crying out my pain.
I'll never understand that you
Will not come back again...

When I saw her lying in your arms
I thought it must be fate.
I lost the ground beneath my feet
And felt my heart would break.

I had suspected you'd fall for that girl
Who's sweeter than a rose of Tralee.
But you had told me I'd be your own true love
And I did believe in thee...

Now what's become of the promises,
They have lost the value of their words.
I never would have thought our perfect love
Would someday be what mostly hurts...

I'm now going home to Kildare valley,
To my little baby boy's bed.
My heart is heavy - you do not know him
- And he will never know his dad...

I try to raise him as good as I can,
I give him all my love.
And I will sing him lonely tunes
When the stars shine from above.

My grief's as big as the Mountains of Mourne
Every time the memories come.
And these memories will never go away
For I see them in the eyes of our son...

Before I put myself to bed
I will sing a lullaby.
And I will love him 'til the end of time
And love you 'til I die.

10 May 2003, 17:57	#51
dottie queen post- whore extraordinaire Join Date: 29.01.2003 Location: Still Rockin' at "72" Posts: 13,181	Bren you write as if you are personally experiencing these emotive words they are so poetic - I'll believe this is the best way to write poetry is to feel the emotion yourself - WONDERFUL

10 May 2003, 18:16	#52
Tim The Butcher Join Date: 14.04.2002 Location: Westervoort, The Netherlands Posts: 10,321	Indeed Wonderfull!

10 May 2003, 18:33	#53
Bren The Bat Join Date: 23.03.2003 Location: Roosting on a Silver-Black Phantom Bike. Posts: 10,017	Thanks Dotster Thanks Tim

10 May 2003, 19:11	#54
meshurp Super Loafer Join Date: 19.04.2003 Location: In The World, somewhere... Posts: 444	i wrote two ickle poems for mums pictures on world of angels and i thought i might type them on here for those of you who might want to read them (i dont usualy show them to other poeple). Sorry Tim if its bad of me to post them on both. The Snow Angel Though the wind blows cold, and the eddying, frozen tears of man, fall all around you now, still your gentle fce looks down, and prays us hope, Mankinds quite time has come, fear and pain has chilled to bone, yet deep inside blooms warmth, as you still sit lookng down. Angel Of Light Within the dark confines of the world, only one light shines pure to our eyes, that light is yours, a candle of hope, God forbid that your light should flicker and dim, you are set alone to help those who seek to see, your embracing glow shines forever into eternity, streching out before us guiding our way, you were sent to: keep us, save us, love us, lead us, oh guardian of our faith,

11 May 2003, 11:14	#56
Bren The Bat Join Date: 23.03.2003 Location: Roosting on a Silver-Black Phantom Bike. Posts: 10,017	Flying Mouse this is for you... I'm new to the forum, and the first time i read your name (the flying mouse) it put me in mind of a poem that we studied at school (more years ago than i care to remember). i wondered if you'd come across it, and if indeed that's where the inspiration for your name came from. every time i read "the flying mouse" i think of the last line of this poem. The Bat by Theodore Roethke By day, the bat is cousin to the mouse He likes the attic of an aging house His fingers make a hat about his head His pulse beat is so slow we think him dead He loops in crazy figures half the night Among the trees which face the corner light But when he brushes up against the screen We are afraid of what our eyes have seen For something is amiss, or out of place When mice with wings can wear a human face

11 May 2003, 13:58	#57
The Flying Mouse Armed ba$tard and Jo's other half. Join Date: 06.08.2002 Location: In the middle of nowhere near the end of the line. Posts: 16,104	Hi Bren. Sorry to disapoint you,but it's not how I came up with the name. I can't remember where I read it,or who told me,that the German word for bat is Fliegermaus.Translated back into English you get Flying Mouse. I though that this was very cool ,and so The Flying Mouse was born. UNFORTUNATLY,I asked R. to confirm that this info is correct,and it isn't . But still,the Bat is a member of the rodent family,so it still works for me . BTW Great poem.The last sentance reminds me of vampires,Flying mice with a humans face.Is it intentional?

11 May 2003, 15:25	#58
meshurp Super Loafer Join Date: 19.04.2003 Location: In The World, somewhere... Posts: 444	The wind sighs, through silent trees, grasses rustling sway upon the breeze, and you are left cold, as earths eternal sunset flickers, fades, and dies, and you ask youself why? why? does evening fall to quick, and steal the light of day... why? do blossems bright in the sun, full of springs new hope curl and die... why? do the leafy fingers of fire lance from the sky, swirling, scuttling on cold concrete, yet never rising high... why? is the fresh green grass curled, and crisped by frost cold, icy touch... why? does the soft feathed down, of timeless clocks, fall not float upon dead air... why? ....for the fire bird has flown to the sun, and springs-winter wheel, turns forever as one, yet you are left standing here, still, amidst the flood of time....

12 May 2003, 22:34	#60
meshurp Super Loafer Join Date: 19.04.2003 Location: In The World, somewhere... Posts: 444	Scattered Tears With that flickering light, our lives are forever changing, refracted, as light from scattered tears, pools form to ice, and shine frozen, by hearts dark winter chill, when that candle flame, casts shadows all around, a mirror of our coming hope.

14 May 2003, 01:50	#61
The Flying Mouse Armed ba$tard and Jo's other half. Join Date: 06.08.2002 Location: In the middle of nowhere near the end of the line. Posts: 16,104	Sorry to go off topic again . Meat himself said yesterday on the Graham Norton show that the word Fliegermaus is on the cover of the Russian edition of Bat Out Of Hell . dosvedaniya

31 May 2003, 14:19	#62
Bren The Bat Join Date: 23.03.2003 Location: Roosting on a Silver-Black Phantom Bike. Posts: 10,017	I missed you all very much while i was away, Kept wondering how you all were and what you were doing, so i wrote this for all of you. Thoughts from a clifftop Gentle waves break on the rocks, A path of sunlight dances, Across the expanse of endless blue, But my thoughts are not of the ocean, They are of you. Here on this lonely clifftop, Beside a sea, Of sparkling green and blue, Sitting in the warm evening sun, I'm thinking of you. On a rock the lighthouse, quiet sentinel stands, the wispiest of clouds, drift across a sky of softest blue, my thoughts drift with the clouds, back to you. Wildflowers chase across the clifftops, 'til they tumble, from my view, in the midst of all this beauty, my thoughts are of you. A golden eye of sun, nesting in a bed of grey cloud, stoops to kiss the water, 'til orange fire burns across the blue, but my thoughts are not of the sunset, they are of you. The sun drains the sky of colour, as it falls behind the cloud, soft muted greys of evening shroud the view, theres a silver sheen on the ocean, but my thoughts are with you. Darkness falls in descending peace, just the waves, soft-whispered caress, all other sound has ceased, night wraps and steals the view, alone here in the stillness, still i think of you. love to you all. Bren.

01 Jun 2003, 12:00	#64
Testify ragamuffin Join Date: 21.05.2003 Location: xxx daydreaming xxx Posts: 5,023	these r all v good

31 May 2003, 23:55	#63
original sin Sinner Join Date: 15.04.2003 Location: cyber space Posts: 2,457	Bren Thanks that's lovely

01 Jun 2003, 21:21	#65
meshurp Super Loafer Join Date: 19.04.2003 Location: In The World, somewhere... Posts: 444	Hi there! ickle poem for you, see if you can guess what its about.... Your sharp fingers curl, Through dry-water shined glass, And sleep blurred eyes, Dancing, flickering halos glow, As a breif flash illuminates my world, Your line if guidance snakes across, This dark insubstantial land, Light on air makes blacker still, The deepening pool of night, Flick-flick-flick as round we go, Seen once but never-maybe-always twice, As cold air thickens on dripping panes, Your glow does slice, A never faltering path of light...

02 Jun 2003, 00:34	#66
original sin Sinner Join Date: 15.04.2003 Location: cyber space Posts: 2,457	lighting? sunrise?

02 Jun 2003, 20:12	#67
meshurp Super Loafer Join Date: 19.04.2003 Location: In The World, somewhere... Posts: 444	nope! nothing so poetic! its a street light viewed at night through a car window!!

02 Jun 2003, 20:25	#68
Testify ragamuffin Join Date: 21.05.2003 Location: xxx daydreaming xxx Posts: 5,023	well aint you a cleva bunch of bunnies!!

02 Jun 2003, 20:29	#69
meshurp Super Loafer Join Date: 19.04.2003 Location: In The World, somewhere... Posts: 444	thank you Testify!

02 Jun 2003, 20:37	#70
Testify ragamuffin Join Date: 21.05.2003 Location: xxx daydreaming xxx Posts: 5,023	ur welcome, aslong as u dont call me strange!!

02 Jun 2003, 20:41	#71
meshurp Super Loafer Join Date: 19.04.2003 Location: In The World, somewhere... Posts: 444	sorry

02 Jun 2003, 21:08	#72
Testify ragamuffin Join Date: 21.05.2003 Location: xxx daydreaming xxx Posts: 5,023	oh no u dont have to apologise, cos u explained that it wasnt me, hmmm tho i wonder!!

08 Jun 2003, 21:26	#73
Keab42 Astrophysicist At Large Join Date: 19.04.2003 Location: Beneath his dreaming tree Posts: 4,284	I'm sitting here, wasting time, wondering to myself, do poems have to rhyme? do they sound right, if somebody writes, a line or two, without a rhyme in sight? and as i sit, time passes by, wow i've written a poem, dont ask me why.

08 Jun 2003, 22:21	#74
Bren The Bat Join Date: 23.03.2003 Location: Roosting on a Silver-Black Phantom Bike. Posts: 10,017	Pipistrelle Night settles to softness. Muted sounds soft-blanket the twilight hushed all around. Across the evening gold and blue two pipistrelles fly in to view on silent wings. They flit and dance across the night and chase the moths attracted by the window light. Scarcely a movement stirs the trees. An owl glides by with long-practised ease alights in the tall pine noiselessly. The pipestrelles thier patterns weave all around the sky. They swoop and soar in restless flight a shadow dance upon the night. And i wish that i had wings to fly, as freely as my thoughts, that forever fly to you. Then none would ask or question why? and i too could dance about the sky. Shadows deepen silhouettes grow, the sky has lost it's light. The scent of Honeys.uckle and roses drifts on the night. Night walks across the lawn and passed the flower beds. The bats aerial display has ceased. Night falls on the garden and shrouds it in peace. The owl on silent wings flies off in to the night, leaving me in the darkness alone. sorry for the strange typing of the plant name before roses....the computer thinks it's a swear word!! when typed properly!

15 Jun 2003, 23:32	#75
Wild_Honey Super Loafer Join Date: 23.03.2003 Location: Windeck, Germany Posts: 606	Thanks Bren for leading me here! Really you all produce awesome stuff!!! Wouldn't this be worth being published? Hope you don't mind me posting some of my things here as well? IRISH LOVE Sweet sunset in the Uplands, The daylight slowly dies. A soft breeze wipes my bitter tears Tenderly off my eyes. The stones of Giant's Causeway Seem to be paved with gold. I've travelled a hundred thousand miles For you my love to hold. The setting sunlight shines like stars, It's sparkling in the sea. Not long ago you said you would Go catch the stars for me... Now it seems the stars you caught Are buried beneath the waves. Each sunset kisses them goodnight, Watching over their graves. When the pale moon's up on Galway Bay And the island falls asleep I feel the rain come pouring down As if the skies would weep. First one by one the raindrops fall On meadows, trees and hills. And when the wind blows rain-clouds hither I can feel the autumn chills... I'm longing for the fireside You and me once sat by. I can hear your laughter in the air, Turning into a cry. I notice with a shock it's me I'm crying out my pain. I'll never understand that you Will not come back again... When I saw her lying in your arms I thought it must be fate. I lost the ground beneath my feet And felt my heart would break. I had suspected you'd fall for that girl Who's sweeter than a rose of Tralee. But you had told me I'd be your own true love And I did believe in thee... Now what's become of the promises, They have lost the value of their words. I never would have thought our perfect love Would someday be what mostly hurts... I'm now going home to Kildare valley, To my little baby boy's bed. My heart is heavy - you do not know him - And he will never know his dad... I try to raise him as good as I can, I give him all my love. And I will sing him lonely tunes When the stars shine from above. My grief's as big as the Mountains of Mourne Every time the memories come. And these memories will never go away For I see them in the eyes of our son... Before I put myself to bed I will sing a lullaby. And I will love him 'til the end of time And love you 'til I die.