One My Spoonful

Enjoy this excellent poem by my friend Ivor!

Ivor.Plumber/Poet

Hello dear readers, I had a difficult time writing this poem, as my thoughts were jumbled and confused, but eventually after toiling away, I think the piece gradually developed into something resembling my initial dreamy thoughts … And then I could not make up my mind on the title, between “A Shining” or “One More Spoonful” ..

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One More Spoonful

I was reading my never ending story

about crossing the rivers of time

and climbing a mountain of dreams

then along the crest of a misty waterfall

a mysterious rainbow appeared at dawn

as a shimmering glimmer of hope

and above my unreachable horizon

there was a shining

tempting me to turn around

and resume paddling upstream

to where I could savour

a spoonful of life’s cream

Ivor Steven (c) January 2022

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A reverse poem

Wonderful poetry from my friend Chris Black, The Poet's Poet ❤

A PAINTER AT HEART – REPRISE

An excellent poem from The ReluctantPoet!

The Reluctant Poet

By Charles Robert Lindholm

If you asked me what I do
I might give you some
variations on a theme
that would let you know
the label that best fits me
best in the eyes of others

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I write when …

A lovely poem on why we write by asthaisha 😊

Writing feels good

I write , 
When I don’t feel right , 
When I find myself alone in fight , 
When I want to run from worst situation in my life , 

I write , 
When I disagree from many , 
And I can’t counter any , 
Because I don’t want to become mutiny , 
Or Don’t want to hurt any ,

I write , 
When I stuck in my mind , 
So many thoughts in a line , 
No clue how to get back my peace of mind , 
Writing is the only solution I find , 

I write , 
When I think no one can understand me , 
Lock in a room without key , 
Vehement emotions flow under me , 

I write , 
When surrounded myself with worst past , 
Prevent myself from blast ,
I want this state to surpass , 

I write , 
When I can’t talk with…

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

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

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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