Any Arbpoets

[geoff]

I do a bit of writing from time to time, keep it to myself mostly.

 

But why?

 

So lets see yours!

 

 

I wrote this tonight, as a message to someone I love desperately, miss:

 

 

 

 

 

We parted,

 

Then I found myself in a wood,

 

With the damp bluebells,

 

The trees looked down upon my plight,

 

Whilst seemingly closing their great trunks in your wake.

 

 

 

The bluebells are wilted & gone now,

 

The light here has turned green,

 

Under the shooting leaves of this years abundance,

 

With little to show come the autumn,

 

But for the pride of a freshly dropped crispy gold blanket.

 

 

 

I can close my eyes now,

 

Only to listen, & smell.

 

I can describe in abstract my position,

 

Whilst waiting in hope for you to walk towards me, through the trees.

 

Just as the last of the squirrels looks round & then hibernates. X

[White Noise]

Excellent more please if you would . Very relaxing read

[wisewood]

Wow Geoff! Very evocative.

 

I write occasionally, I have some on file somewhere.

[Ian Leach]

I do some.

 

There was an old lady from healing,

 

who had a funny feeling

 

She lay on her back and opened her ..................

 

 

 

 

 

I guess I best stop there

[geoff]

I do some.

 

There was an old lady from healing,

 

who had a funny feeling

 

She lay on her back and opened her ..................

 

Mac cos the rain went from the floor to the ceiling,

 

 

 

I guess I best stop there

 

There you go I fixed it for you!

[Ian Leach]

There you go I fixed it for you!

 

[geoff]

 

Not the best of saves, but you owe me one!

[sloth]

Nice I've often thought about giving poetry a go myself, it has a certain appeal, but never bothered. Be interesting to see if anyone else adds to the thread...

[treeseer]

Read this at the wedding; been going along 10+ yrs now so it worked i suppose

 

Floundering, blue, on your shore I was tossed.

 

Laundered, all new, soul no longer lost.

 

Sweet Wave! Whence came thy power, direction,

 

To cast me straight to this dear heart’s affection?

 

 

Wandering through the realm I have won,

 

Wondering who could earn such a sun-

 

Bathed world of bright joy; radiant bliss.

 

Could I be that boy? Tell me with kiss.

 

 

Pondering you with Renaissance eyes,

 

Loving the view, you’re just the right size

 

To fit in my life, my love and my heart.

 

I am not impatient, but when can we start?

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Then here's some prose; an ode to a magnolia. More lusty than the wedding poem; no preachers around.

 

Her rounded form was waving in the wind, dazzling me into submission.

Her deep green, lustrous sheen pulled me helplessly toward

her. I was lost in a tremulous trance. I had to experience oneness

with this being, so I ardently ascended. Her long, spreading limbs

enveloped me in their embrace as I thrust my way into her canopy.

Through the layers of leathery emerald verdure, I glimpsed the

Carolina blue sky.

 

As I slithered

farther out on her limbs,

the delicious fragrance of the

nectar glistening on her pure

white flowers wafted up my

nostrils and intoxicated my

mind. I was hers—totally,

completely, and not at all

discreetly.

[muttley9050]

Top work guys:thumbup: