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Teresa Johnson nee Mc Monagle
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Favourite poems

Some of my favourites: I have very catholic tastes, bring back precious memories of places and times in my life.  Poetry should reach out and touch you ’where you live’ so therefore if you want to give the reasons why you like a particular piece please share it among friends.

The following by Roger McGough of Liverpool touched me deeply at a time when I was looking at the smoke curling up from my blown out birthday cake candles and being somehow surprised that I had actually arrived in my 60’s and that my life was just as fleeting as that smoke!! That I was now looking down the long road of ’getting old’ but that the journey at least should be easy seeing as it was downhill all the way from now on till I reached the junction with my name on the slipway sign.

Well you may not be able ’to turn back the clock’ but you can sure as ’ell wind it up again while you are still able....

LET ME DIE A YOUNG MAN’S DEATH

Let me die a young man’s death
Not a clean and in between
the sheets holy water death
Not a famous last words
peaceful out of breath death

When I am 73
and in constant good humour
may I be mown down at dawn
by a bright red sports car
on my way home
from an all night party

Or when I’m 91
with silver hair
and sitting in a barbers chair
may rival gangsters
with hamfisted tommyguns burst in
and give me a short back and insides

Or when I’m 104
and banned from the Cavern
may my mistress
catching me in bed with her daughter
and fearing for her son
cut me up into little pieces
and throw every piece away but one

Let me die a young man’s death
not a free from sin tiptoe in
candle wax and waning death
not a curtain drawn by angels borne
"what a nice way to go" death.


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Teresa Johnson nee Mc Monagle
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Tribute to Common Sense

This poem came to mind after reading the R.I.P comments on the passing of Common Sense and the general longing to get back to the roots of our heritage:~

PUCK’S SONG

See you the ferny ride that steals
 Into the oak-woods far?
O that was whence they hewed the keels
 That rolled to Trafalgar

And mark you where the ivy clings
 To Bayham’s mouldering walls?
O there we cast the stout railings
That stand around St. Paul’s

See you the dimpled track that runs
 All hallow through the wheat?
O that was where they hauled the guns
 That smote King Phillip’s fleet

Out of the Weald, the secret Weald,
 Men sent in ancient years,
The horse-shoe red at Flodden Field,
 The arrows at Poitiers.

See you our little mill that clacks
 So busy by the brook?
She has ground her corn and paid her tax
 Ever since Doomsday’s Book.

See you our stilly woods of oak
 And the dread ditch beside?
O that was where the Saxons broke
 On the day that Harold died.

See you the windy levels spread
 About the gates of Rye?
O that was where the Northmen fled,
 When Alfred’s ships came by.

See you our pastures wide and lone,
 Where the red oxen browse?
O there was a city thronged and known,
 Ere London boasted a house.

And see you after rain the trace
 Of mound and ditch and wall?
O that was a Legion’s camping place,
 When Caesar sailed from Gaul.

And see you marks that show and fade,
 Like shadows on the Downs?
O they are the lines the Flint Men made,
 To guard their wondrous towns.

Trackway and Camp and City lost,
 Salt Marsh where now is corn -
Old Wars, Old Peace, Old Arts that cease,
 And so was England born!

She is not any common earth,
 Water or wood or air,
But Merlin’s Isle of Gramarye,
 Where you and I will fare.

Rudyard Kipling

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Gordon H Smith
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Teresa

I never have been a fan of Roger McGough’s type of poetry.I’m more of a Kipling style myself when I compose my poetry.
Without wishing to take anything away from Roger’s poetry my conviction is that poetry should rhyme and not just tell a tale.
Robert Louis Stevenson wrote a beautiful book of children’s poetry called ’A Child’s Garden of Verse’I still have my copy somewhere.
I even bought my three grandchildren a copy each.Try reading it sometime and let me know your opinions please.I really would be interested.

Hold the line steady boys,the Old 22's are here.
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George Runacus
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Theresa/Gordon I love poetry - though I do prefer it to rhyme. Even though I am from Liverpool and like some of Roger’s stuff I am surprised that they have some of his words surrounding a fountain thing in town as if he was a real poet.
My favourite poem must be Abou Ben Adhem. I’ll dig it out if you wish.
I have also been searching for years for a poem which contains the words (similar to) ’I thought I laid him on a cloud’ I believe it is a poem about a man who had been washed up near a lighthouse having lost his son in a shipwreck. Any help in identifying this poem would be great.
Regards
George

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Mike Ayliffe
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George:If you type "Poems of Lighthouses"in your space bar,it comes up with many sites to go into regarding Lighthouse poems.

Nostalgia is not what it used to be.
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