De Da Pete 31 Posted August 11, 2013 Report Share Posted August 11, 2013 Hi I'm a poet who doesn't know it. anyone into poetry or writing?. Please check out my new site, poetrydome.com hope you enjoy my work, ta ra De Da Pete. Quote Link to post Share on other sites
De Da Pete 31 Posted August 11, 2013 Author Report Share Posted August 11, 2013 Hope you enjoy my work good people. more on poeteydome.com, Poverty blues. I got damp on mi walls and cobwebs in mi hall got a rat in the kitchen where the roaches crawl I got holes in mi shoes where my toes peep through sure gotta bad case of the poverty blues. I got cracks in the bathtub bugs in mi bed I gotta things in my hair that make me scratch my head Gotta pile of bills collectin at mi door one's I should have paid the year before I thinks I'll change my name to Bill Why should that critter get all the money and all the thrills I try to fet by but always looose got a sure bad case of the poverty blues. Geetar play boy. Some folks call mi lazy but I sure ain't dumb and my shrink says I'm not crazy I'm a man alone in the world lookin fer a girlie abd a hound dog who is a pearl well howdy someone to cook Gritts give me some here ankle bitters and can cook apple pie hunt like a pole cat and can clean with plenty of bucks so we can share our dreams Someone to getta hitched and say I do maybe a sweet girlie like you so I no longer don't know what to do Sure gotta here bad case of the poverty blues I said sure gotta a bad case of the poerty bluesssssssssss. Get down now. Peter Dome.copyright.2012. more at, poetrydome.com. Love to read some of yours gud folk. De Da Pete. Quote Link to post Share on other sites
De Da Pete 31 Posted August 11, 2013 Author Report Share Posted August 11, 2013 Day story As the night succumbs and goes to rest and the dark velvet sky turns to vibrant blue The sound of joyful bird song awakens the sleepy unfolding flowers kissed by moist droplets of dew The air still crisp as the warming sun smiles down upon the lush green ground and nature comes alive in abundant glory in celebration of the birth of a new day at the start of an other day story. Peter Dome. copyright.2013. July. Poetrydome.com Quote Link to post Share on other sites
hippo girl 1,995 Posted August 11, 2013 Report Share Posted August 11, 2013 Love the website, and am also a fan of Man Ray Quote Link to post Share on other sites
jackson 301 Posted August 12, 2013 Report Share Posted August 12, 2013 Man Ray, one of the Greats within the Art of Photography.......... Quote Link to post Share on other sites
De Da Pete 31 Posted August 12, 2013 Author Report Share Posted August 12, 2013 Man Ray, one of the Greats within the Art of Photography.......... Sure was but ask most of the general public, and they won't have heard of him. Such people go on game shows, and don't know what day it is, but some how seem to win something thanks to the audience.thank you. De Da Pete. 1 Quote Link to post Share on other sites
jackson 301 Posted August 12, 2013 Report Share Posted August 12, 2013 Hi there Pete, I spent some years working in the 'Art and Design' Library at Nottingham Trent Poly (now University) - responsible for Inter Library Loans. I must have taken a look - when things were slow - through every photography book in the seven bays on the subject that the Library housed. Trent Poly was very well respected throughout the land for its Lecturers and splendid 'Photography' Degree course, so we had the best of books on the subject. Cartier Bresson and Diane Arbus are amongst my favourite photographers. PS: Have taken a look at your website and am well impressed - keep up the creative work. Quote Link to post Share on other sites
hippo girl 1,995 Posted August 12, 2013 Report Share Posted August 12, 2013 Hi Jackson, hope you are well ? Diane Arbus. another of my favourites along with Rankin.... Quote Link to post Share on other sites
jackson 301 Posted August 12, 2013 Report Share Posted August 12, 2013 Hi Chrissie, am very well thanks and yourself? Great that you're a fan of Arbus, her name should be honoured with Love. Am also fan of Ansel Adams, Georgia O' Keefe and who was the photographer who snapped loads of Black and White images of New York during the 50's? - riveting stuff - I'll have to Google........... PS: And also Robert Mapplethorpe, friend of Patti Smith - you can tell I read lots of Photography books during the quiet times in the Library, plus also I'd loan them. PPS: Still do lots of photography although these days it's with a digital, much prefer the creativity of an SLR or even my little fave Olympus. Quote Link to post Share on other sites
hippo girl 1,995 Posted August 12, 2013 Report Share Posted August 12, 2013 Hi Christine, ROBERT MAPPLETHORPE, now you are talking.....Glad you are well, meet- up September , all welcome ?????? Quote Link to post Share on other sites
carni 10,094 Posted August 12, 2013 Report Share Posted August 12, 2013 Here is a poem written by my Granddaughter 12yrs old What's Happening To Our Planet An urban jungle, in which we live, Pollution swamps the skies, Foggy smoke, the chimneys give, And slowly our atmosphere dies. Smog engulfs the cities of our land, Gradually destroying our clean air, Nature needs a help in hand, This just isn't fair. Global warming is getting worse, Killing off our natural surroundings, Like it is some kind of curse, We must take action now, the alarm bells are sounding. Our landfill sites are overflowing, With all the waste we make, Our waste is ever growing! It's time for us to take control, the future of our world is at stake! So now you know the reasons, Can you help me get rid of my pet hate? If you can, don't be afraid, Just help me get rid of my bane. 1 4 Quote Link to post Share on other sites
jackson 301 Posted August 14, 2013 Report Share Posted August 14, 2013 Carni, compelling poem written by your grandaughter. Quote Link to post Share on other sites
jackson 301 Posted August 14, 2013 Report Share Posted August 14, 2013 Weegee was the name of the photographer that I was trying to remember - earlier on in the thread. It was the pseudonym of photojournalist Arthur Fellig, known for his stark black and white photography: realistic scenes of urban life, crime, injury and death on the streets of New York, circa: 1930's, 40's, 50's. Weegee later worked in cinema, making his own short films; later he collaborated with film directors such as Jack Donohue and Stanley Kubrick. An Interesting and Creative character, why not give him 'a look up'. Quote Link to post Share on other sites
carni 10,094 Posted August 14, 2013 Report Share Posted August 14, 2013 DeDaPete and Jackson Thank you for your comments on the poem written by my Granddaughter, it was a school project, whereby they all had to choose a topic and as you see she has a good imagination. All of the children did really well and my granddaughter is thrilled you are impressed. Quote Link to post Share on other sites
jackson 301 Posted August 14, 2013 Report Share Posted August 14, 2013 Carni, you must be so proud of your granddaughter, Poetry is regarded as the highest Art form. Quote Link to post Share on other sites
carni 10,094 Posted August 14, 2013 Report Share Posted August 14, 2013 DeDa Pete, Thankyou So much for your kind offer, My granddaughter is so proud you have offered her this opportunity, she asked me to thank you and say, if you don't mind at this time she would just like us Nottstalgians to enjoy her poem, I would like to put one of my poems forward DeDaPete but i'm afraid my poetry is on the same lines as Paulus on #20 LOL.Thank you for showing interest. Best Wishes. Quote Link to post Share on other sites
jackson 301 Posted August 14, 2013 Report Share Posted August 14, 2013 Hi Pete, thank you so much for your kind offer. I'm working on a poem at the moment, I don't know about you but it takes me such a time creating one; I aim to try and create a pulse to the poem - as in the rhythm of music. I've recently been inspired by the amount of butterflies: Peacocks and Cabbage Whites on my two splendid buddleia bushes. The butterflies have provided me with such a wonderful show whilst I'm taking a tea break from the gardening; I'm going to miss them when the blossoms die. PS: Happy Creations PPS: Carni, put your poem on please; it will give you the confidence to create some more. Quote Link to post Share on other sites
De Da Pete 31 Posted August 17, 2013 Author Report Share Posted August 17, 2013 Hi Jackson, yes I know what you mean about writing. I have been inspired by the amount of butterflies too. i have some love long stemmed purple flowers growing in my garden pond, don't know where they came from, but they come back every year. It's full of cabbage buts at the moment. I'd be happy to post your poem on my site. Don't worry about a thing. if I can help build your confidence so be it. anyone else too. I know you wouldn't but I don't post any poems that do not contain bad language, or adult themes. If anyone is considering. I wish you look. need any help, always here to assist. take care.De Da. Thank you. Quote Link to post Share on other sites
Chulla 4,946 Posted August 27, 2014 Report Share Posted August 27, 2014 She's Gone How empty lies the life not whole, When grief pervades the yearning soul, Devotion now but memory, Gone forever, her from he. Dearly 'twined for many years, Through good times and through the tears, Where love had no known substitute, Joy that none shall e'er dispute. Our time on earth is brief in measure, Find one to love and to treasure, Adore her 'til the very end, And then rejoice 'twas thus, my friend. 5 Quote Link to post Share on other sites
DaveN 1,118 Posted August 27, 2014 Report Share Posted August 27, 2014 This morning I went for my operation And nervously waited with apprehension As I sat down in the big black chair I closed my eyes and said a prayer Nervously I asked him for an anaesthetic But he told me not to be so pathetic With scissor, razor and clippers on head and neck Soon he made me feel like an utter wreck And in practically no time at all Onto the floor my hair did fall Despite all the trauma and stress The operation wasn’t free on the NHS Feeling light headed I struggled up the road And it took me ages to get to my abode I sat in my chair and looked through the drapes Thinking a friend might come with some grapes But alas she never came and I found that hard And she never sent me a get well card 1 Quote Link to post Share on other sites
Bilbraborn 1,594 Posted August 27, 2014 Report Share Posted August 27, 2014 Having nearly dislocated my shoulder trying to pick the flippin' thing up. I wrote this................................. My Wife's Handbag What is in my wife's handbag? What is in there indeed? What is in my wife's handbag? Why everything a woman should need Lipstick, eyeliner, other makeup too. Twenty rings of keys and a tube of glue. Five grubby handkerchiefs for blowing her nose, Some clear nail varnish for painting her toes. Photos of grandkids, a photo of me, And photos she would not want you to see. Letter from the hospital, letters from friends. A letter she needs reminding to send. Bank statements, a passbook, a piece of chalk, Six pens, two pencils, an eraser and a book. A spare pair of specs in a nice blue case, With a lens cleaner made of local lace. A purse with some money, and another without, A brace of credit cards, out of date no doubt. Two packs of chewing gum, some polo mints, Opened last week but hasn't had one since. A small strip of aspirins for a headache, An old prescription she forgot to take. Her mobile phone and some plasters too, Without all this she wouldn't know what to do. When she empties it out it covers a large table, She picks out what she needs before she is able To carefully pack everything back in again. It's so darned heavy, You need to lift it with a crane. 3 Quote Link to post Share on other sites
DaveN 1,118 Posted August 28, 2014 Report Share Posted August 28, 2014 Here's a little ditty I wrote 10 years ago. A young dark haired girl, tall and slim Dressed in black and red with fur trim Every weekday morning in Trinity Square This attractive young lady was standing there Handing out to people passing through A free copy of the Metro ‘Good morning’ or ‘Hello’ she said with a smile Making my day a little more worthwhile. However, the other week to my dismay She had disappeared – Gone away I was saddened and felt down Had she left Nottingham town? Then yesterday to my delight When off the bus I did alight A figure I spied in red and black Could it be that she’d come back? As I drew nearer to the King’s Walk way I could see it was her –Hip Hip Hooray! 3 Quote Link to post Share on other sites
Chulla 4,946 Posted August 28, 2014 Report Share Posted August 28, 2014 #32. Hey there Jacko, one year ago, You began a poem, but oh so slow, You are it seems stuck for words, So forget butterflies and try the birds. 1 Quote Link to post Share on other sites
DaveN 1,118 Posted August 29, 2014 Report Share Posted August 29, 2014 Every year in friend’s birthday cards I include lists, poems or brochures. One year I produced a ‘booklet’ called “The Past In Bits For Old Gits” which included the rhyme below. (I also include a poem in the Christmas cards). Welcome to “The Past In Bits” Especially compiled “For Old Gits” As a baby you wore a towelling nappy You didn’t have much but were happy Growing up you played in the park without your mum And if you were naughty you got a smack on the bum SATs exams, what’s all the fuss You had to sit the 11 Plus Classes were much larger than today You wore a uniform with a cap or beret Break school rules and you did obtain Lines, detention, strap or cane You learnt spelling, grammar and punctuation Used your brains for a mathematical calculation But I’ve said enough I’ll say no more And let you this booklet explore So you can blow some cobwebs away And see what you remember from yesterday 2 Quote Link to post Share on other sites
Bilbraborn 1,594 Posted August 29, 2014 Report Share Posted August 29, 2014 Try some tourist information............................ Hemlock Stone Take a trip to Stapleford Hill If you've any time to kill. To the west of Nottingham Get there early if youcan. Find your way down Coventry Lane, Best to try avoid the rain. Standing up on the Hillside Is Hemlock Stone, tall and wide. This strange and ugly piece of stone Proud and stark, and all alone. A unique quirk of nature's way. Solid rock among the clay. Legend tells us years ago When the Devil, feeling low, At Lenton Priory threw the stone To kill the monks who lived alone. But he missed the church by miles, Despite all his evil guile. So Hemlock Stone reminds us all Of the evil Satan's fall. The the real explanation Of the Hemlock Stone's creation Takes us back to the Ice Age And elements of nature's rage. The sandstone hill on which it stands Gave slowly to nature's demands. Wind and water wore it down Leaving just the Hemlock Stone. Barium Sulphate solidified The sandstone rock, all hard inside. Defied eroding wind and rain, Fixed upon the hillside, plain. People come from all around To walk upon the sandy ground, And see, all weathered and wind blown The sandstone rock called Hemlock Stone. 1 Quote Link to post Share on other sites
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