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The Poets Thread...
Started by: jarvo (29337)  Report abuse
CLAIR de LUNE


There she goes,
following me again...

Across the cropped corn
and over the high trees.

My harvest queen,
her footsteps make no din.

At the turn of the year
with the sheaves gathered in...


Jarvo 2018

- - - - - - -

THE DAWN CHORUS


Such a fuss,
coming home from the cotton town,
and the birds singing a hymn
as ancient as
Isambard Kingdom Brunel.

As I listen,
I can just make out
the words of Jerusalem.

Strange,
how alcohol can play tricks
on this solstice night;

as the birds bring in the dawn,
and it's
getting light...


Jarvo 2018


- - - - - - -


THE BRIDGE OVER THE RIVER ASH


We'll go by the Circle line
Incognito at the afternoon's close.
I'll take with me the Evening Standard
And buy you a pink rose.

It'll be fun again
Me and you out on the lash.
And we'll sing again our drinking songs
On the bridge over the river Ash.


Jarvo 2018


- - - - - - -


TO THE LEFT OF THE MOON


Yes,
to the left,
but be there on the stroke of
midnight.

And so we met,
for the first time,
on the east side of the silvery
moon.

I'd read about you,
since childhood:
the frozen queen dressed in
turquosise.

And now,
there you were,
quiet, unassuming,
making no fuss...

Finally,
from the icy hinterlands,
the mysterious and beautiful,
Uranus...


Jarvo 2018


(Visible tonight and all next week, to the left of the moon.)

Posted by: kathpressey (4995)  Report abuse
I meant to look for uranus. I will tonight if it's clear!

Posted by: basil brush (12707) Report abuse
Another smasher, jarvo 👍

Posted by: broady (15065)   Report abuse
What an outstanding piece of prose.

Posted by: builderboy (2147) Report abuse
Now Bill, play nice.

Posted by: basil brush (12707) Report abuse
I was just about to say, let's hope nobody spoils it and up pops boredy, just give it a rest and stop spoiling threads.

Posted by: broady (15065)   Report abuse
What have I said wrong? Are you saying it isn’t outstanding?

Posted by: kathpressey (4995)  Report abuse
I'm saying it's more needless baiting.

Posted by: lectriclegs (3797) Report abuse
I, for one can see nothing wrong with Bills post.

There's no accounting for taste is there?



Posted by: basil brush (12707) Report abuse
Totally agree kath 👍

Posted by: broady (15065)   Report abuse
Kath, if you want to look at baiting check out Walshy’s replies to your posts on another thread. He won’t have read it but says “ completely agree Kath” This is borne out by the fact that a day later he made exactly the same comment on the same post. In his haste to bait he had obviously forgotten he had glanced and commented. His answers are almost always baiting. He has been thrown off here at least four times previously for poor behaviour. Now I have tried to answer you courteously but will not enter into discussions again unless of course you single someone else out for the same comments. Enjoy the game.

Posted by: lectriclegs (3797) Report abuse
Totally agree, Broady.

Nobody baits as much as Walshy, in fact he's a master at it.

Posted by: Stardelta (6964) Report abuse
Funny thing about all this is that it's always the same people who bite, time and time again.

You would think they would learn something and ignore him

Seems they can't

Oh what larks, (as someone once said)


Posted by: nanajacqui (2478)  Report abuse
I went to a funeral 18 months ago & Broady came all the way from Canada to attend.Some men from Abram we got chatting to who used to post & now don't,commented that the reason they don't is the main one who spoils threads is Walshy & his sidekick Stardelta,I've not mentioned this until now.Do you remember this Bill? His brother was Caltermark who died !Now you may understand how bad he gets.

Posted by: broady (15065)   Report abuse
I hate to admit it but the “ redundant pot hole filler” has a valid point. I shall put him on ignore. Thank you Sledge. In two hours I will put you there also but in fairness will give you time to respond. Merry Christmas.

Posted by: Stardelta (6964) Report abuse
I think there are many people in this forum who spoil threads and seek to be aggressive and offensive and it doesn't take much to spot them. I don't let them bother me. Some I choose to ignore and some I choose to play at their own game.

In truth I think a lot of people share my approach

C'est le vie

Posted by: Stardelta (6964) Report abuse
You know it makes sense Boardy.

And put Walshy and Jarvo on too

Should improve your quality of life no end old son

Posted by: mindar (1330) Report abuse
A useless piece of information for Jarvo

Uranus gets it't blue colour from Methane FACT

Posted by: Stardelta (6964) Report abuse
Redundant lot hole filler?

What was I just saying about people wanting to be aggressive and offensive?



You won't put me or Baz or Jarvo on ignore, and we both know it

The moral highground is over there Boardy, it seems you need some help in finding it

Posted by: lectriclegs (3797) Report abuse
Look at the state of Jarvos smashing thread.

Posted by: broady (15065)   Report abuse
Yes. Gone down faster than his football team.

Posted by: basil brush (12707) Report abuse
Totally agree sd👍

Same folk ruining threads and attacking posters

It's cheesing me off.

Posted by: kathpressey (4995)  Report abuse
and me.

Posted by: kathpressey (4995)  Report abuse
and me.

Posted by: nanajacqui (2478)  Report abuse
Has anyone else noticed that from 29th September until Walshy announced he was back & not to panic (not much response to that)that not one thread was ruined,think about it,it's not rocket science!

Posted by: Stardelta (6964) Report abuse
Has anyone else noticed that the same people always start complaining when Baz shows his face?

This isn’t rocket science either

Posted by: basil brush (12707) Report abuse
Has anyone else noticed that when certain people are not posting the "nasty uns" hardly post, they've not been on so much lately, then, all of a sudden they appear, following each other, around like sheep, attacking people and ruining threads

Posted by: basil brush (12707) Report abuse
More, jarvo, don't let the "nasty uns" stop you from posting.

Posted by: jarvo (29337)  Report abuse
THE NIGHT THEY INVADED CZECHOSLOVAKIA


We watched,
as the tanks rolled in.
A black and white TV set
in the surroundings
of school.

It was the day after I saw you
at the Ambulance station.

And as the Reds moved in,
you stood under our lamp post
on that hot August night.

I remember these things:
dates, and summers that lasted
till the leaves were falling.

But that was the last night we spoke
as teenagers in the street;
I never did meet anyone as good as you.

It was as if something had invaded our lives:
separation,
liminality,
the rites of passage
to another world-
that was never to our liking...


Jarvo

For P.S.

Posted by: jarvo (29337)  Report abuse
THE LIGHT AT THE TOP OF THE STAIR


The light at the top of the stair
shone dim the night the world stood there,
to see the blood flow down his face
in such a way to scar or scare,

a cause so great to die and waste
our dream our hopes in such cruel haste.
And let us learn as time may tell
a card as high as any sole ace,

may draw the game to close or dwell
and leave the devil to wait in hell,
for those that lose the will to fight,
to die or stand or shout 'Oh well...'

Let them shout then and touch the light,
and drive the evil to flee in flight;
and end the dark and face the night
with faith to change the wrong to right.


Jarvo 2018

For J.F.K.



Written in Iambic tetrameter.

Posted by: basil brush (12707) Report abuse
Nice to see the gang as not put you off posting your poems, jarvo

Posted by: jacks (332)  Report abuse
A little poem by me.

You could, and you should,
If you did, did you 'dould '
Is this sentence confusing your brain ?
If it's not then it's clear
That you're like Edward Lear,
Either that or you're going insane.

Jacks

Posted by: jarvo (29337)  Report abuse
MORNING SONG/HINTERLAND


Morning,
and you are leaving
on the midday flight.

I am walking on autumn leaves,
and going by
the babbling brook.

I look up at the December blue sky,
and wonder why
you must be going.

A pheasant cackles in the bush...
Hush!
there are other birds singing
their morning songs;

other lovers saying
their last goodbyes;

and other journeys
to be made.

How sweet,
the sound that the birds make,
but to heaven I am no nearer.

I am deaf
and helpless
on a carpet of leaves,

watching you go
southwards, over the sea
to Madeira...

- - - - -

Just behind the Cathedral,
there is a place where we used to meet:

it is the hinterland,
where the sea ends

and the land
stretches to the hills.

If I climb to the top,
I may catch a last look,

as the sun dips
and it reflects your face at the window.

After that,
let it rain...

let the wind blow hard,
as the night takes you safely home...


Jarvo 2018

For S.

Posted by: jarvo (29337)  Report abuse
GONE


Whatever I won
is now lost.
And if she appeared,
one cold December night,
I would be struck dumb.

It will not happen-
and so my words will be heard.
I will talk about her
until the young trees
reach the window where the sun came in.

And what then?
I see only shadows
filling this familiar room.
Then,
I will lock the old door
for the last time-

it will be the end of the beginning:
the sun will be filtered
by memory and loss.
And only then,
will I say she has
gone...


Jarvo 2018

Posted by: jarvo (29337)  Report abuse
24th DECEMBER 1968


Sleep not tonight as the cold moon appears,
bright, high above the star of Bethlehem.
We dream of peace on Earth as the night nears
the midnight hour. Further than ever and then

into the dark side they go, through space and
time. We pray, as they pray, an old message
spoken in hope of a better world; to land
soon on lunar sand by safer passage.

But first, the art of flight through space at speed,
and to map the mountains below the void.
This greater goal above all want and need,
for the hope of mankind whose hate destroyed;

the green lands of this blue planet that turns
between moon and sun and the deeper black.
Our greater will to spread His book and learn,
mankind's precious gift landing safely back...


Jarvo 2018


Commemorating the Apollo 8 Moon Mission, December, 1968.


Thank you for reading and best wishes for the season.


Posted by: joemaplin (189)  Report abuse
Nice one Jarvo

Posted by: jarvo (29337)  Report abuse
HARDY'S SONG


Lifeless, this winter comes on now, hard and
keen, to fingers that are numb raw with cold.
I am empty to wander this woodland;
the years having passed and now feeling old,

with the past stretched out before these tired eyes.
I imagine Hardy, deep in the wood:
the song of the thrush a welcome surprise
to everything that he misunderstood-

of love lost and the cost of loneliness.
But new hope comes now so unexpected:
with new life, the abundance of lightness
in this darkest hour with old love now dead.

A simple song, at this the old year's end:
so sweet with hope and pulling of the heart,
a tune as ancient as the moon, transcends
all reasoning and all doubt to depart.

The young man is born again from the old:
his fulfillment for new love to behold.



Jarvo 2018

For Thomas Hardy...on hearing again the Darkling Thrush.


Posted by: jarvo (29337)  Report abuse
CAFE TALK


You kiss me twice as I stand to greet you.
Outside, the afternoon is darkening.
We order coffee, as we talk anew:
of family and lovers past, tempting

fate to play its inevitable hand.
I notice your necklace and catch your scent;
no sunflowers, but the perfume that fanned
the flames of our love. You said it was meant

to be; and we talk on, as the clock ticks
the grey afternoon to its conclusion.
You drink your espresso; I drink my mix
of strawberry cream in expectation.

On leaving, we embrace, oblivious to all.
Our words a secret as sure as nightfall.


Jarvo 2018


Posted by: jarvo (29337)  Report abuse
WINTER IN MONTREAL


My abiding memory of that winter,

was,

going to Leonard Cohen's house.

We huddled together as the blizzard set in.

He greeted us, let us in,

and offered us olives on a black plate.

I can't remember his words, because the years

have passed.

Or whether he liked my poems,

I never asked...



Jarvo 2018

Posted by: jarvo (29337)  Report abuse
THE MOON IS DOWN


The moon is down
and the night is holding court.
All along the coast
the ships are coming home to port.

The midnight hour is at hand
and still the ties cut blood.
Nothing is certain as the day ends.
Nothing is understood.


Jarvo 2019

Posted by: jarvo (29337)  Report abuse
LAZARUS AND HIS WOMAN


After four days in the dark,
living by candlelight and sleeping
in cardboard boxes,
they stopped searching for us.
We slept soundly that night,
and waking anew,
began our life together.

Four days dead did the trick.
Now,
without money,
and with the chains broken,
we could go anywhere:

to that sunny little island
in the blue Atlantic on our last dime...
Eating that deep dark walnut cake,
having a good
time...



Jarvo 2019

Posted by: jarvo (29337)  Report abuse
A STAR IS BORN


It happened sometime during Friday night.
Mars gave birth to a baby girl; red hair
of course, with eyes to match the cosmic light.
Hard to see in the early hours, but there,

rising at fifty degrees to the moon.
It went unheralded by the others:
Venus was vague; and it was a bit soon
she thought, and such a fuss for new mothers

that kept things to themselves like Mars would do.
Saturn frowned, thinking war would surely come;
and Jupiter watching, said: don't argue,
keep the peace, and give praise to the red Sun.

The Sun, of course, bellowed his anger to all,
dictating his law on what may ensue:
Earth would stay neutral: but the rest may fall.
And so Mars made a pact, and then withdrew:

taking the young Boadicea to the polar caps.
Up high in the mountains the infant slept,
safe from Martian storms and time to elapse,
when rain may return and those secrets kept,

would stay unrevealed under a pink sky.
A warning to all, this Martian first birth;
a voice so distant a young baby's cry-
a new star rising: a warning to Earth.



Jarvo 2019

Posted by: jarvo (29337)  Report abuse
GLESGA


So much lost, and yet so much hanging on.
I won't look behind me, as if to care;
as if to say: don't miss me when I'm gone.
This escape, this reckless act that I dare

to do, some twenty years to the day, late.
But I'm here, watching from this window seat:
the east end as plain as the Park Head gate.
Soon to venture and closer to meet,

a city in waiting with no familiar
face to pause and say: just here for the day...
I notice the Light House, over the river:
slowly, onward, the green light's right of way,

into the dark Cathedral's platform end.
I stop and hesitate: let them all go.
Let the train empty, I am now condemned,
(as the one that bit into the black sloe,)

and face the hangman on my return home.
Too late! By the clock I await my fate.
And time moves on and I am not alone:
She stands so inviting, there at the gate...



Jarvo 2015/2019

Posted by: basil brush (12707) Report abuse
Nice, keep up the good work

Posted by: jarvo (29337)  Report abuse
TEN YEARS LATER


Ten years later,
and the sea we crossed
still separates us from the past.

No going back,
we said...
No going back.

Today,
the snow came in from the Atlantic.
It brought

frosted flakes
of white and gold,
like the ones you wore,

long ago...



Jarvo 2019

Posted by: jarvo (29337)  Report abuse
ON THE LEE SHORE


And there,
I left you on the Lee Shore,
and walked inward to the town.

I left all that I had discovered;
turning my face from the wind,
leaving you

alone on the bridge
as our ship ran
aground.


Jarvo 2019

For S.H.

Posted by: jarvo (29337)  Report abuse
ELOISE


You came to me in a moment,
across the great divide
of fifty years passed.
No one else really mattered;
it was always you who kept the candle lit.

Today, I heard your name again:
the song in two parts.
Fifty years now,
but I still keep coming back to it...


JOURNEYMAN


I fell asleep
coming home late on the midnight train.
Funny,
but it almost happened again.

Age creeps up,
in the most unusual ways.
But the journey carries on:
the minutes, the hours, the days.


Jarvo 2019

Posted by: nanajacqui (2478)  Report abuse
Six more days are left to go
Before we say goodbye
To a union of dictators
Eating humble pie
Trying this and trying that
To to keep us bound in chains
To a system of corruption
With secret global aims.
But we will have none of it
We`re fighting to be free
And run our sovereign country
Let it used to be.
We face a no-deal Brexit
Which many cite as doom
But once this farce is over
We`ll see our country boom.
Two world wars we suffered
And when the job was done
Everyone was happy
Because we fought as one.
It left us skint and bankrupt
And brought us to our knees
But the people kept on smiling
Through hardship and unease.
We embraced the task together
And it didn`t take too long
To go alone and prosper
And make our country strong
To hell with Musk and Junker
We have no need of them -
We`ll soldier on regardless
And still be great again.

Posted by: momac (10154)  Report abuse

Posted by: grimshaw (1999)  Report abuse
N J.

Posted by: Salmon & Ball (460)  Report abuse
On Twitter?

Posted by: nanajacqui (2478)  Report abuse
Don't do Twitter,just Facebook

Posted by: basil brush (12707) Report abuse
Well done........ Jarvo, another good one

Posted by: nanajacqui (2478)  Report abuse
AnotheA cucker is a cooker
I don`t care what they say
For I come from Wigan me
And it`s always been that way.
A buck has never been a book
For that`s a type of deer
And a cuckoo`s not a coocoo
That`s obviously clear.
When I look I never luck
For that is fortune glad
And when I fish I use a hook
Cos huck sounds just as bad.
It`s just these clever southerners
Replacing uck for oo
Trying to get one up on us
Like they always do
But they just can`t get beyond it
Oo is just two o`s
And a cruck will ner be a crook
As everybody knows
So they can carry on with it
And make an oo an uck
For I come from Wigan me
And I don`t give a cluck !

Posted by: basil brush (12707) Report abuse
Keep up the good work, jarvo

Posted by: mindar (1330) Report abuse
Nice one NJ

Posted by: basil brush (12707) Report abuse
Really nice thread, jarvo

Posted by: joemaplin (189)  Report abuse
Could not agree more NJ..well done

Posted by: Salmon & Ball (460)  Report abuse
A Letter from the Youth of Britain

"Little Britain is severed and splintered,
A country divided in two,
Seeking answers in the slamming of doors;
We have turned our backs on you.
We weep for the union we’ve broken,
We mourn for the ties that we’ve torn,
For our break from a unity built on peace;
Into which we had been born."

by Krystina Mawer

Posted by: Salmon & Ball (460)  Report abuse
Another one from the Youth of Britain.
Whom the majority voted to remain. Just like myself

Pencil Drawn Borders.

Robert tells me over curry
I’m sick of immigration,
stuffs Masala in his mouth and
sips his cup of tea.

There’s a poster on the wall
above the table in the kitchen,
There’s a diner, people laughing,
and a jukebox by the side.

Robert loves the ‘50s,
the dancing and the smiles-
when Britain won a war and
only 60 million died.

The carnival and music
passes by his window
he dances and he laughs,
marvels at the lights.

And when his car gets a scratch
He blames them on the corner
the shifty looking bloke,
He should go back home.

Robert tells me over curry
We’re going down the drain
and romanticises a past
that hurt more than it helped.

by Martha O’Brien

Posted by: basil brush (12707) Report abuse
Oh no, look at Jarvos smashing thread

Posted by: spacebar (521) Report abuse
basil, where does it say this is only ‘jarvo’s thread’ ?
Who made you judge and jury?

Posted by: momac (10154)  Report abuse
Specsavers calling.

Posted by: basil brush (12707) Report abuse
Because jarvo started it, looks like sbs got it on him, today

Posted by: spacebar (521) Report abuse
‘Because jarvo started it’........I thought the idea of starting threads was to get other people commenting?
basil, I’ve certainly not ‘got it on’ today, but at least do the decency of using another poster’s name properly!

Posted by: lectriclegs (3797) Report abuse
Maybe Admin could remove it,as he did with the other one.

Posted by: Salmon & Ball (460)  Report abuse

“A lot of Leave voters say ‘Stop complaining, it’s democracy!’ Well democracy doesn’t always work. If five people democratically elect to take your iPhone, it’s a mugging.” –

Dane Baptiste.

Posted by: basil brush (12707) Report abuse
Sb, why jarvo started the thread, so it's he's thread, maybe if you posted alot like I do you might understand.

Ni

I see cowardly leccymac is trying to cause trouble again

Posted by: joemaplin (189)  Report abuse
Its a poets thread nes pas ?...so people can add poetry.....doh

Posted by: basil brush (12707) Report abuse
But your not to post politics, its against the rules and moaning mindar will start skrykin... DOH!!!!!!

Posted by: jarvo (29337)  Report abuse
AN OLD PHOTOGRAPH OF LIVERPOOL


It made me think:
the day we traveled in your father's car,
through the streets of Old Swan,
to the Mitzi Bar.

You were sick coming back after the match.
A late penalty, twice taken,
almost broke our hearts.
Times remembered, people forsaken,

we lost contact when you went back home.
Today, I will take the train to Liverpool,
through the time tunnels of our youth.
I will look for you, like I always do,

as I pass the back streets of
a life half gone.
Looking at the old photographs,
one by one...


Jarvo 2019


Posted by: jarvo (29337)  Report abuse
WE MET AGAIN LAST NIGHT


We met again last night.
Through the hours after midnight,
when the brandy glass filled with ice.
You appeared in the doorway
and beckoned me home.
I wish, I wish,
because you were the chosen one.
A memory to touch,
but twenty years gone...


Jarvo 2019

Posted by: jarvo (29337)  Report abuse
THE BLACK FLAG


Look,
far far out to sea,
the black flag is flying,
for you
and for
me...


Jarvo 2019

Posted by: jarvo (29337)  Report abuse
THE NEWS FROM SPAIN


You are walking
behind the ghost of Laurie Lee.

Tell me,
in the years that have come between us,

where did the bond go?
And what tied us to the trees of home,

is now cut and gone.
You send me a written note from Spain,

saying you are sheltering
from the sun.

And I in turn,
turn my back and am gone.

Walking by the brook
with the evening coming on...

Walking by the brook
with the evening coming on...


Jarvo 2019


For A.S and A.J.

'Thank you...'



Posted by: jarvo (29337)  Report abuse
SUNSET POEM


So far away now,
you have gone back home.
Let the day reach its conclusion:
you are back home,
free in the sun.

Here,
the time ticks on,
as the light blue sky
turns slowly to black.

I knew all along you'd go.
And if you did,
you'd never come back...



Jarvo 2019

Posted by: basil brush (12707) Report abuse
Excellent, keep up the good work jarvo

Posted by: jarvo (29337)  Report abuse
END GAME


The end is here.

No more,

the late night charade.

It is hard

to take in the truth,

and yet,

as I curse and comprehend,

the wicked moon rises...

playing his tricks

again...



Jarvo 2019

Posted by: jarvo (29337)  Report abuse
GRAVE NEWS


I have nothing to report,

but-

late love has broken in.

You'd laugh,

and ask me to tell you of

younger days,

when the beer flowed

and love was less complicated.

Now, you'd raise a smile

and say:

'...About time too...'

Today,

the summer breeze

blows over this sad place.

I bring you a flower

and ask for your forgiveness.

The day rolls on

to its conclusion...

There is no other news...


Jarvo 2019

Posted by: jarvo (29337)  Report abuse
THE HIGH TREES


Look,
look at the high trees,
they have hidden you from view.
But, if I pass,
you may ask,
and I will talk to you.

I still know the way,
to the little door,
and I have still kept
the key...

And for awhile,
no one would see,
how much you still mean
to me...


Jarvo 2019

Posted by: jarvo (29337)  Report abuse
SCORPIO


You never knew,

that,

after all the days lost,

it wasn't you...

Wasn't you

that came and went;

wasn't you

in those hours I spent,

that came any nearer

to the truth.

The sea of love was too wide

to cross.

My escape from the deep

was your loss...


Jarvo 2019

Posted by: jarvo (29337)  Report abuse
THE LITTLE HOUSE I DIDN'T LIVE IN


I passed it today,
the little house I didn't live in.

I imagine you,
sitting in the corner;

and the gillyflowers you picked
on the window ledge.

These are the ghosts
of what might have been,

and the days uncounted
in-between...


Jarvo 2019

Posted by: stevejmac14 (600)  Report abuse
Jarvo - ‘Grave News’ is very touching, great stuff.

Posted by: jarvo (29337)  Report abuse
Thank you, Steve.

Posted by: grimshaw (1999)  Report abuse
V much like the HIGH TREES jarvo.

Posted by: jarvo (29337)  Report abuse
Cheers, Grim...

Posted by: Salmon & Ball (460)  Report abuse
I read a lot of this mans poems on here.
Very enjoyable they are.
Ive never commented on them before now.


The Grave News one was a great poem.
I totally agree with Steve

Posted by: jarvo (29337)  Report abuse
Thank you.

Posted by: Wigan Rover (769) Report abuse
Some great poems on here and very enjoyable to read . I agree with Grimshaw , The High Trees is excellent

Posted by: builderboy (2147) Report abuse
It is really refreshing to read posts giving positive feedback to Jarvo's efforts.

Many people rubbish it because they don't agree with his views on other topics, so to see posters telling him that they enjoy his work must be a real fillip to him.

Posted by: momac (10154)  Report abuse
I agree B boy,it's got to the stage now where who can throw the most
insults out,very intelligent not..I've just been reading some threads from
way back when WW was exactly that, Wiganers..eg..people getting in
touch with mates,relations friends etc, all because of someone posting a
thread,there was hardly any back biting or insults,threatening..what has this
forum turned into,certainly not Wiganworld as it should be..have these
stupid people not the intelligence to see what they're doing..bringing Wiganers down big time..it's got to the stage where everyone is seeing who can quite the most snide remarks..and that isn't what WW should be all
about.

Posted by: jarvo (29337)  Report abuse
Thank you for all the kind words.

I have a voice, but what folk don't know is that most of these poems are purely spontaneous. I hardly work on a poem, maybe those that are written in specific meter being the exception.

My short ones are my best...in my opinion.

Thanks again again for reading them.

Posted by: builderboy (2147) Report abuse
By the way - I didn't say that I enjoyed them

The short ones ARE the best as you get the end of them quicker.

Bring plenty of money on Saturday - I will be thirsty.........

Posted by: broady (15065)   Report abuse
No Corona’s on Saturday Phil. I never read them Phil. Must be something in my DNA. I have no time for poetry or Shakespeare etc. Read lots of books though.

Posted by: grimshaw (1999)  Report abuse
Be good if you could do one about Ashurst Beacon jarvo.

Spent many many happy hours up there with mam and dad ,sisters and brother ,and mates during school holidays and even when i had left school .

Posted by: Wigan Rover (769) Report abuse
Grimshaw , Not been to Ashurst Beacon for a number of years , but went to visit just a few weeks ago , still as beautiful as ever . Yes , any Poems by Jarvo relating to local beauty spots , would be very welcome on this , his Poets Thread

Posted by: lectriclegs (3797) Report abuse
I wonder if his wife reads these soppy poems about lost loves and what could have been?

Posted by: momac (10154)  Report abuse
I don't think it's any of our business lectriclegs.

Posted by: lectriclegs (3797) Report abuse
Don't worry Momac, he'll soon get Ron to remove that post.

Posted by: builderboy (2147) Report abuse
Bill

Tetley Bitter man for many many many years. I do remember Corona pop and am wondering if that was what you meant - I can't pretend that I have any appetite for bottled lagers.

I am not a poetry fan either but I try to read Jarvo's to see whether the topic is one that I can see the logic behind. I must confess that 99 times out of 100 I have no idea what motivates his subject matter.

As far as book reading is concerned I am with you all the way. I must read a hundred or more every year.

Lectriclegs - his wife probably dictates them to him.

Posted by: lectriclegs (3797) Report abuse
Is he not with Julie any more, then Builderboy?

Posted by: builderboy (2147) Report abuse
Why not pose the question to Jarvo rather than me. There's a good fellow.

Posted by: lectriclegs (3797) Report abuse
Was only asking because he seemed to be quite proud of himself at the time,posting all about it on here.

Strange thing is all the posts seem to have disappeared.

Ah well, I ask him like you said next time he's on.

Posted by: broady (15065)   Report abuse
Phil,
I was referring to the Mexican beer that you may have sampled. Hope it went well.

Posted by: builderboy (2147) Report abuse
Bill

The hotel itself had draught XX (whatever that is).

We spent a couple of days sampling the bars of 5th Avenue in nearby Playa del Carmen and tried numerous types of beer, both draught and bottled.

When it's hot and sunny they all hit the mark albeit I am not sure that they would be as pleasant on a rainy January evening in Pemberton.

The holiday itself was fine - a kind of nothing to report fortnight really (and that is never a bad thing)

Mrs Builderboy is wanting to go cruising next time so I will be hunting around to try and fine something she fancies.

Well done Toronto Wolfpack. I suspect that they will find next year a bit different from the previous two or three.

Posted by: jarvo (29337)  Report abuse
Builderboy: Hopefully we'll be cruising down to the Queens on Saturday night.

Tie-up with Mr Melody and tell him to be in the Bat Cave at eight bells.

Posted by: raymyjamie (5895) Report abuse
Jarvo, I confess to reading and liking your poetry.
It is usually personal, about people, places, and events from your life.

You use mainly blank verse, but poetry can use any form, be it rhyming verse, blank verse or even iambic pentameter like Shakespeare did.

I hope you continue to post them, but more importantly, have you thought of getting them published?

Posted by: builderboy (2147) Report abuse
Ray - don't encourage him!

Posted by: raymyjamie (5895) Report abuse
"Ray - don't encourage him!"

LOL, SORRY BB!!!!!!!!

Posted by: jarvo (29337)  Report abuse
COUNTRY BOY


And I am just a country boy
money have I none,
but I've got silver in the stars
and gold in the morning sun,
gold in the morning sun...


Barer/Hellerman


...And I too was a country boy,
going to Ashurst Beacon.
With a rolled-up tent to shelter in,
and a sleeping bag to lie on
a sleeping bag to lie on...

We went at dawn with the sun at our backs
going to Ashurst Beacon.
With a tin of mandarin oranges,
and a spanish to chew on
a spanish to chew on...

We heard a cockerel and saw an owl,
going to Ashurst Beacon.
And caught a glimpse of the Irish Sea,
on the long flat plain beyond
on the long flat plain beyond...

We touched the hand of God that morn,
going to Ashurst Beacon.
And he showed us heaven was here on earth,
and not for those long gone,
and not for those long gone...

The years have passed since we went that day,
going to Ashurst Beacon.
But our faith's still strong and has never died ,
in the wise men that we've become.
in the wise men that we've become...

And so I am still a country boy,
when I go back to Ashurst Beacon.
And I have something I cherish to this day,
a memory that will live on,
a memory that will live on...


Jarvo 2019

For Grimmy...

And thank you, Ray.

Ronnie...

Eat your hearts out, non-believers...

Posted by: grimshaw (1999)  Report abuse
Terrific jarvo.Very well done .

Many thanks .

Posted by: jarvo (29337)  Report abuse

Posted by: joemaplin (189)  Report abuse
The late and very great Ronnie Lane..thanks for the link Jarvo,the poems not bad either lol

Posted by: jarvo (29337)  Report abuse
Joemaplin:

Posted by: Salmon & Ball (460)  Report abuse
Joe & Jarvo.

You'll know this one then
I didn't write it. But you two should know

I've had my friends
All them that come and ate with me
All them that come and drunk with me
I've had my friends
And there's been loads
All them that said they would stand by me
All them that said they could see what I could see
I've had my friends
I've had my dreams
New moon and roses, like a foolish kid (crazy kid)
Do unto others like I would to me
But I've had my dreams
And it's one for the road, yes it is
One for the cat's eyes, yes and
One for the white line
That's taking me back home
Well now, I've had my way
All them that took me there and back
All them that left me way off the track
I've had my way
Oh and I've had my day
Just like that doggy in the story goes
But night-time comes and he's got no bones
But I've had my day
And it's one for the road... (etc.)
I love my woman
Takes her gardenia, now she stares away
Stares out the window with her eyes of grey
I love my woman
And it's one for the road... (etc.)

Posted by: joemaplin (189)  Report abuse
Nice one sb

Posted by: nanajacqui (2478)  Report abuse
One Thousand Men Are Walking

One thousand men are walking
Walking side by side
Singing songs from home
The spirit as their guide
they walk toward the light milord
they walk towards the sun
they smoke and laugh and smile together
no foes to outrun
these men live on forever
in the hearts of those they saved
a nation truly grateful
for the path of peace they paved
they march as friends and comrades
but they do not march for war
step closer to salvation
a tranquil steady corps
the meadows lit with golden beams
a beacon for the brave
the emerald grass untrampled
a reward for what they gave
they dream of those they left behind
and know they dream of them
forever in those poppy fields
there walks one thousand men
This poem has just appeared on my Facebook page & was written by a 14 year old for Remembrance Day

Posted by: momac (10154)  Report abuse
This poem is about my lovely late Brother who I miss every single day.

I thought I heard his voice today
Whistling through the trees
And was that his sweet gentle voice
That was on the Summer breeze
The warm winds that surround me
Could that be his embrace
If I look long enough
Will I see his lovely face
My tears are in the rain that falls
My dreams are on the wing
When I hear the lovely blackbird call
I can almost hear him sing

For Michael.

Posted by: nanajacqui (2478)  Report abuse
Very touching momac,my brother's been very ill for a year but hopefully got over the worst,take care x

Posted by: momac (10154)  Report abuse
Thank you NJ..I will say a little prayer for your Brother.

Posted by: grimshaw (1999)  Report abuse
Terrific stuff .

Really like them .

Nomacs one hits home .

I lost my younger bro to the dreaded C.
Miss him like hell .He loved a game of snooker and always gave me at least 4 blacks start given he was a decent player .
R I P LES.

Posted by: jarvo (29337)  Report abuse
LATE


I am late,
of late.
Not wanting
to meet the deadline,
I hesitate,
and sit back in my chair.
There,
I rest in the morning black,
before the boiler comes back,
on...
The rain rattles the kitchen window,
and the autumn tea lights flicker.
I am still here,
as the old leaves fall-
four years longer than my father;
four years further on.
What could I tell him?
Or would I rather
imagine that it wasn't to be,
after all.
And my dear mother?
Her legacy lives on,
in my warm-milk breakfast bowl
of honey and oats,
and her Saturday gift
of a ten shilling note,
now a shiny ten pounds on the window ledge.
The children have gone:
their returns,
are more seldom than oft.
What can I reveal? The inner truth?
The inner turmoil of a life nearly spent?
What can I possibly tell them?
They go about their business
with traditions handed down,
that they are happy to keep
and to celebrate as their own,
coming back less frequently
and then only by phone.

I am late.
And now life comes to me
in unanswered messages
that are lost in their transit.
Words of want,
and dreams of desire;
visions of love
never to aspire,
to the road chosen and traveled upon.
So who is watching over me?
I wonder,
as the train tickets tumble
from the red machine,
and the girl on the platform
tells me stand back behind the yellow line.

I am fine.
But I am late,
of late,
and now to old age,
that embraces me
and catches my eye:
the reflection that I never wanted-
refusing to raise a smile.
And yet my train pushes on,
mile after mile;
taking me to where I want to go:
the hills of home are replaced
by the low
lands, and the derelict
foundries from another time.
Over old bridges still intact;
and the whole sweep
of middle England to view,
returning to the childhood memories
and the places I knew.
But surely the fingers will slow
and come to a stop.
And the clock will tick no more.
Then, I will reach my destination
in the realisation
that
I cannot be late
anymore...



Jarvo 2019

Posted by: builderboy (2147) Report abuse
Good God John. What have you been sniffing??

I carried on until late last Saturday - I got into a round with Eric and Ros.

Thank the Lord I got an extra hour to sleep it off on Sunday morning.

Posted by: TerryW (2594) Report abuse
I must confess I don't understand poetry unless someone explains the meaning of the poem to me. I think the point or subject is lost though if it needs explaining.

That's why I never comment.

Posted by: basil brush (12707) Report abuse
I don't but jarvo is a decent poster and a good contributer to Wigans no1 site

Posted by: grimshaw (1999)  Report abuse
Terrific jarvo .

Posted by: jarvo (29337)  Report abuse
POPPY DAY



I remember...

you were late
that morning,

fussing as usual
with the kids,

leaving your poppy
till last-

and then
stealing mine.

This year
there will be

no such
theft:

just an empty
place on the pew;

and,

at the going
down of the sun,

I will
remember

you.


Jarvo 2009

Posted by: wizzerwin (1555) Report abuse
Builder boy I’m still recovering from our last meeting you put me with jarvo on one side and Billy Melling on the other, I didn’t know what to do listen to the poetry or recover the circulation in my arm from shake hands.
See you soon

Posted by: builderboy (2147) Report abuse
I don't recall sorting out seating arrangements last time we met wizzer. But, since you seem to have had such an enlightening time, I am sure that something similar could be arranged...........

Posted by: basil brush (12707) Report abuse
wizzerwin, shake hands

i was talking to him last week, still daft as a brush.

Posted by: jarvo (29337)  Report abuse
THE LAST DAY OF NOVEMBER


It's the last day of November:
it will go unnoticed
as the lights are lit.
And no one in particular
will know the significance of it.

Only a memory from an old Mill House
and a lavender stick,
and the sun in the window
bring me back to it.

Driving home,
with the afternoon behind us,
we listen to Famous Blue Raincoat;
somewhere, in a poetry book, lies a broken heart,
and a goodbye note...


Jarvo 2019

 
 
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