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Poets Portraits

From my dear friend John Collins, The Mush From The Hill!

The Mush from the Hill

Poets Portraits this month is for an absolute star. Where I come from we’d call him ‘A Beast’; a fighter, a man of strong will and courage cause that’s exactly what he is. Oh, and his writings not to bad either.

Walt Page over at Walt’s Writings, also known as the Tennessee Poet has done it all. On his family tree he’s held every position from husband to grandfather, uncle to cousin. He’s been a Business Man, Musician, Veteran but by my reckoning a Poet all his life and a damn good one to boot.

I’ve followed Walt’s blog now for quite a while and I love everything he writes. This particular verse is close to my heart as it represents a culture I hold dear; Celtic Pride. So without further ado I present to you:

A Celtic Warrior

Inside me
Lives the Spirit of a Celtic Warrior
A…

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Words don’t you just love them?

From the mind of my dear friend, The Poet’s Poet

Chris's Blog

Words don’t you just love them?

These inescapable creatures

Everyday tempters

Intelligibility, they have it in spades

Unavoidable once you wake

Undoubtedly they never sleep

They are there in your dreams

In your screams.

They have no problem with repetition

Thrive on hyperbole.

O’re yon high eastward hill

 Housed in his hamlet he’ll write words at will

Shakespeare he may never be

Lives in a land of fiction

Living in the world words

Equates to waking each morning to joyous madness.

©Chris Black.

12th March 2020

Poetry from The Man Shed

~The Poet’s Poet~

#Poetry #amwriting  

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Between 65 And Death

Excellent advice for aging!

Mây Biển

Many of us are between 65 and death . An old friend sent me this excellent list for aging , and , I have to agree it’s good advice to follow … particularly the item 19 .

01 – It’s time to use the money you saved up . Use it and enjoy it . Don’t just keep it for those who may have no notion of the sacrifices you made to get it . Remember there is nothing more dangerous than a son or daughter-in-law with big ideas for your hard-earned capital . Warning : This is also a bad time for investments , even if it seems wonderful or fool-proof . They only bring problems and worries . This is a time for you to enjoy some peace and quiet .

02 – Stop worrying about the financial situation of your children and grandchildren , and don’t feel bad spending your money on yourself . You’ve taken care of them for many years , and…

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Poem: Ancient Destiny Leads Me

A wonderful tribute to long forgotten castles by my friend Dr. Agonson. It touched my Scottish roots.

Tale Told

An old castle
Nestled in the hills
Called by a forgotten name:
It stands there,
Enveloped in shadows,
Never to be seen
Till time should end.

Damned until
Eternity should
Spend itself,
The castle waits
In the dark,
Never seen,
Yet always known.

Left there in
Entropy’s clutch,
Anonymous and
Dead to all,
Stands the castle.

Mystery of mystery,
Eternity expires.

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“As night slowly draws a veil over dusk” my #poem #poetry

Beautiful poetry describing day becoming night.

Visionary Poems

As night slowly draws a veil over dusk

The fading day dons layer upon layer

Of increasingly dark robes and shrouds and weeds of a funereal hue

Appropriate to the imminent demise that confronts the old figure now

Bent and moving with difficulty

Bowed down by both age and grief

Closer and closer it seems to draw to its companion the sea

Perhaps for comfort

Perhaps simply because it is weakened from the effort of dying

As from the blue sky of the day’s younger self

Grew so quickly the symptoms and indications

Of a life ebbing away

Not long left to live now

And then suddenly

The day’s end is reached and is mercifully quick

A handful of gulls attired in funeral rags

A flock of almost invisible black etchings

Against a now unlit sky

Pay their respects in silence

And vanish into the distant eternity

The twilight sky…

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#PoetryReadathon – Meet poet and blogger Walt Page

Thank you Robbie 😊💛

Robbie's inspiration

Poetry readathon

The Tennessee Poet 2 (1)

Today, I am welcoming poet and blogger, Walt Page, to Robbie’s Inspiration with a wonderful poem entitled The Magnitude of Poetry.

The Magnitude Of Poetry

Poetry is dead”

So some writers say

But listen closely please

To what I’m about to say

Poetry is ever written, everlasting

It will be around long after the doubters

Poetry is the view from the highest mountain

That makes us dizzy from the height

It’s the beating of our hearts

And the tapping of our feet

While we read the rhythm of the words

It’s the way it makes us feel

When it takes us to a grave

The taste in our mouths

When it describes a kiss

The smell of a wood stove

That heats a mountain cabin

And the warmth it makes us feel

It’s that childlike memory

Of your favorite nursery rhyme

And the dreams we had of Santa Claus

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