ARIEL'S POETRY BLOG

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Saturday, February 17, 2007

YOU DON'T ARF 'AVE SOME FUNNY DREAMS AT TIMES, DONCHA?

This is another little ditty written for grandchildren of all ages, from nine to ninety. Sleep well! Nightmare They picked me up; they threw me down; they kicked my head with ne’er a frown. I tried my very best to scream, although I knew it was all a dream. Escaping from that vicious host, stopping... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, February 14, 2007

BLACKBERRIES

I wish you all happy Valentine's Day! You go all soft and gooey on this day, don't you? BLACKBERRIES It was was God Who drew me to that place of ferny sward and darkling wood: where first I ever saw her face, and first Love's thralldom understood. She stood there close by spinney's edge, her bowl... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, February 10, 2007

CHILDREN

This is another poem moved over from my Journal blog. No particular event inspired this one; I just fancied writing it. CHILDREN Children, in their microcosmic world: a magic bourne denied to adults: playing on a winter's day, making an Arctic in a patch of snow. Children splashing in the water:... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, February 8, 2007

IT'S REALLY AMAZING STUFF, YOU KNOW! SO VERSATILE, TOO!

This is a poem that I wrote for my grandchildren; but subconsciously I guess for all us kids of every age, from nine to ninety, ‘cos I’ve always been a lover of nonsense verse. “ The chief defect of Henry King …” Go on, be a devil; Google it! SKIN Skin is really clever stuff, it's soft and light but... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, February 4, 2007

A TINY SAMPLE OF ARIEL'S WHIMSY. TAKEN FROM REAL LIFE, TOO!!!!

I bet those of you who are grandparents have often felt like this! Answer on a plain postcard, please. Address to Miss Podmarsh, the Secretary, Curator and general dogsbody at Mon Blogue. Blogit.com. There's no need to mention that it's a repost from my Journal blog, 'cos she already knows. She... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, January 30, 2007

FLICKERING IMAGES ON A SCREEN ; AND THE TRIVIALISATION OF ATROCITY

A major curse of our age is how those flickering, ephemeral images on our television screens – which is where almost everyone obtains their ‘ knowledge’ of what’s going on in the world – has endowed us with a sound bite mentality. These images – in this flickering shadow show – are accompanied by... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, January 28, 2007

IT IS TRUE WHAT THEY SAY YOU KNOW? THE BOY IS FATHER TO THE MAN

In my youth, poor working class folk rarely indulged in over shows of love and affection, hence I was rarely hugged or kissed by my mother. I was loved. of course I was, but love was more manifested by practical, physical things that emotions. My life, like so very many other children of those times... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, January 26, 2007

WHO IS THIS GAL CALLED SAPPHO?

I've always had a soft spot for the ancient Greek poetess, Sappho ( poetess... shows you how old fashioned I am, doesn't it? ) Poor gal! Nearly all her poetry's vanished; this despite her being reckoned among the best by all the guys who knew a thing or two about poetry... well, the gals as well, I... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, January 23, 2007

OMG! WHAT A LITTLE CHEAT, THAT ARIEL! FANCY POSTING AN INCOMPLETE POEM!

Just though I'd fly this poetic kite to see what folks think. Why it ain't complete is 'cos I haven't yet thought how it's gonna go on. How pathetic can you get, eh? I don't mind a bit if any of you fancy having a go at finishing it. Could be quite interesting, eh? THE MONGOL KHAN “ They came. They... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, January 19, 2007

READ THIS : AND SHARE MY OUTRAGE AT WHAT SOME PEOPLE DO TO CHILDREN

I did tell you that in this poetry blog you’d also find text, didn’t I? Well, this piece ( moved over from way down in my Journal blog, is one such. ) I call these pieces Vignettes, ‘cos they’re a sort of snapshot of an emotional state, an event, or whatever moves me. I like to think of them as... Sign in to see full entry.

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