The Queen
I never got to meet our late Queen
But I understand that many people had,
Although that doesn’t really bother me
I do find her tragic passing very sad.
As she seemed to have been our queen
For virtually all of my cognisant life.
Presiding in maternal and caring way,
To guide us along and ease our strife.
So now many moving words of tribute
Are being said about this unique Lady,
Who with majestic manner and dignity
Steered us away from sorrow and shady
Dealings following some leading figures
That Her Majesty side-stepped well,
As controversial relationships emerged
Which deeply upset her, you could tell.
But continuing to serve and put country first
This wonderful woman took it in her stride,
So that now her time is tragically over
We can regard her with an almighty pride.
For certainly we won’t see her like again,
As tears flow like from a fractured dam.
So I will now join in with the multitudes
With simple words of “thank you Ma’am”.
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That was the last in a short spell of successful promotions and events, but others included some extremely well appreciated reading gigs that I did with amazing compliments and requests to return, a great fund raise collection in aid of Help for Heroes at Tesco Langney, (thanks Seb and team) of £115 and sale of many of my books, even though I ended up doing it alone from 9am to 5pm and lol under the flipping air conditioning BRrrrrrrrr. Cafe Old Town had sold loads of my books for me, continues to do so, and I have restocked my books, some on offer, with some more leaflets and my brand new “business” cards just done, thanks to the excellent Sharon of Olive Design!
Another poem break but a very apt poem for me =
Love to Live
To love is to live
In all things, they say,
As to feel like this
Must enrich every day.
Though some people can’t,
Get love past themselves.
And the result of this is
They’re left on the shelves.
Others spend their love
All on one single thing,
Which if it goes wrong
Only heartache will bring.
You can love what you do
To give you much pleasure.
So long as it’s spread out,
And in equal measure.
Because I’ve always found
In life with kith and kin,
You get back joy and love
The more that you put in.
Many folks’ type of love
Will only bring strife,
But for me it’s all simple,
I just love my life!
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Now after mentioning my recent fortune, perhaps worked hard for, I’m not someone who has to have, or be, bigger than the rest, but as my continued media etc exposure further promotes my supported charity Help for Heroes, I will stand proud, not presuming, fluffy or muted, but proud. I am sure many others would, (are?) envious and if the boot was on the other foot?
I will split more “winning” news up so you don’t get too dizzy, although I must admit I was for a while, but very nicely, SO, my poem Inner Tears about permission to grieve (very apt after the passing of our Queen, but written prior) won Hailsham Festival poetry competition, well shared, but there were apparently over 20 entries or suchlike, and I will take that. Yay…
JOKE TIME YEESSSSSsssssssss
*When its hot apparently cats eat mice cream.
*Spiders just love to zoom on Internet Web Sites now.
*Are two bananas on the floor a pair of slippers?
QUICK, another poem…
Poetic Prigs Presume
When is our poetry not poetry?
Apart from decree by a pretentious prig,
Who decides his opinion carries all
Like a judge presiding in his wig!
But away from all his dogma
There are mostly differing views,
For some like to tie up every line
Whilst others rhyme in twos.
Of course there is prose then
That forms up in no special way
And flows about a subject,
With no need at all to stay
Exactly to a point or course,
Or even with a topic theme.
Then leads you across anywhere
As if you were in a dream.
Thus as long as it is a pleasure
Poetry can be anything you choose,
From simple usual rhyming verse
To flyaway words about a muse.
That mine is very down to earth
And modern with a story telling style,
Suits me and many who like it,
Though elitist snobs may rile.
At this usurper who is new
And writes simply so you can see,
The essence of the poems
Which certainly pleases me!
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No excuses offered for my “two fingered” response some time ago to a “pretentious dipstick” who genuinely believed he was a self-appointed authority on poetry. He wasn’t by any means, and rare for me, hey man “look at my stuff and achievements now” Yeah! Raspberry blown.
I will follow that with another poem that possibly is a bit about me, but again written a while ago, but I think it still works, what you reckon? LOL pretentious prigs allowing?
Exposure
It takes a very brave person
To rise above the parapet alone,
And to show themselves completely
Whilst standing on their own.
Now of course they would expect
That others would support them too.
But sadly not quite the case
As some find it hard to do,
Something else for any others,
Or maybe it’s indifference
That causes them to duck out
All safe behind their fence.
Of course they watch keenly
To see what happens next,
With their well-rehearsed excuse
Or some other lame pretext,
That will justify themselves
From any exposure to the fray.
As they really do believe it’s best
To run, and fight another day.
So what of our poor victim
Now standing open to it all?
Leading a flock who didn’t follow,
And maybe smile to see him fall.
For in some cases, it would suit
The cowards to say, I told you so.
We were right to keep our cover
And thus not to have a go.
Which certainly would be safer
And not take any chance to gain
Successful wins in their life,
But all their fears remain.
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Last mention of media promotion is that last Friday 16th September the Eastbourne Herald published yet another article on me, mostly about my 11th book for Ted & Beth, but mentions (as I wrote most of it) virtually all my other activities and Help for Heroes support too, plus on top of this I am again booked for BBC Radio Sussex & Surrey in October on our sublime Sylvie Blackmore show.
An upbeat blog as tough financial times lurk and winter starts to poke its chilly, dark nose round the fading autumn days, so let’s indulge all the happiness and good times we can, or yes, winning!
Romance poem to end with now, and a very popular “Aaaaaaaaaaah” one at my many gigs I am doing, for we all like a bit of luuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurrve a?
Picture
When I contemplate a painting
I always think of you,
Pretty as any art work
And so lovely with it too.
For no Mona Lisa picture
Or da Vinci at his best,
Could ever create attraction
That could ever pass your test.
For brush strokes can’t come alive
However clever is the touch,
And inner and outer beauty
Will always need so much
To capture all its presentation,
Only fully blossomed in the flesh
That no painting can fully copy
Or have a scent so fresh.
Thus a living breathing person
Is real beauty to behold,
So however warm a painting looks,
When you touch it, it feels cold.
Thus indulge any masterpiece
You may have for real,
As you are truly a collector
With your picture you can feel.
So when appraising your treasure
Of art in human form,
Don’t ever take it for granted
Or believe it’s just the norm.
For you must love and cultivate
Your own Mona Lisa smile,
Remembering you have it always
And not for just a while.
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I have come to the end of this latest blog, a bit of a mixture and hopefully something for everyone as Ted & Beth, and all their animal friend that often join us at the gigs we do, say bye for now and a BIG THANKS for joining us on here as,
The Journey Continues with us WINNING….
Love, light and smiles,
Laurie xx
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Poetic Views of Life
More Poetic Views of Life
Reviews of Life in Verse
Life Scene in Verse
Life Presented In Verse,
Poet Reveals All (in your world).
Poet Reflects Your World
Poetic Seeds to Fruition
Our World in Verse
Laurie’s Bundle of Poetic Humour
Tea for Two; Poetic Antics of Ted & Beth (£6.99)
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