Not absent - still here!
Keep Calm and Carry On Poeming. 😂
This love as a theme – I want so much more;
Just give it a break, I find it a bore.
But it’s love, love, love: ‘all you need is love.’
Love is an abstraction – leave out the dove
With all that cooing. Turn outward and view
All life with some truth; truth with some sinew.
Love is intangible, one of many
Emotions we experience; any
Attempts to define them must surely fail –
Descriptions are futile; let’s have a tale.
I know the love I feel, you know yours too;
Please keep it that way and give life it’s due.
Let’s experience all life’s offerings
And then give voice to its complex dealings;
Seek for resolution of injustice
From Government thriving on malpractice,
And become impatient with double talk –
Political statements which make us baulk.
Find fun and humour wherever we can;
Life can be funny although I’m no fan
Of observations which degrade others.
So let’s be certain here no one suffers.
We can’t just wish for more love in the world;
Find out why then get our protest unfurled.
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Doggerel Dave (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: “The poets have only interpreted the world, in various ways. The point, however, is to change it.” –With apologies to Mr K Marx. The point, however, of this mutilated quotation is to point out that some poets don’t even do that......(interpret the world)
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It's the music, Andy, the music... 😊
The music takes me straight back to my childhood and hearing on the radio, sorry wireless.
Yes we need to find out why there is not more love in this world, it there was life would be wonderful for all.
Andy
My childhood too, Andy. My Gran had a radiogram the size of a chest of drawers. When we visited, I would, as a ten year old make a beeline for it and carefully lower a needle onto an old scratchy '78.......
Thanks for the rest.....
Totally agree Dave. Its scary how well you know my mind
Mate, I'm certainly not going there....😊 But I have been keeping a closer eye on your work recently -- Don't know how I missed you before.
Thanks for your input this time.
I go through fads of creativity so come and go on this page. Just like the wind.... The smelly kind
Obviously in tune with your own nature......................................................😊
On both counts!
A thought-provoking poem, Dave.
Sole purpose of the exercise, Jerry.
Love is an abstraction, as you said, and as a word grossly misused. It is an emotion, and like all others, over which we have very little control.
Thanks for the endorsement – something I value very much coming from you - the you I know via your previous commentary.
So – While I’m here, could you resolve one small issue for me? Customary to address people by their name, I’m not quite sure which way to bounce. Given I’m not asking for a bio or anything, what is an acceptable diminutive form of your name?
I’ve been called many names, including, jack***, ass**** and some I forget.
But my first name is Suresh, and I can be address as SM, SMG or simply Suresh
😊 Thanks Mate! (Ever the contrarian, me....)
We just can't wish... true. Thank you, Dave.
You have the crux of my argument. Thanks Trenz
a most nostalgic trip to the seaside of all places ... and on a steam train I'll have you know .. just a couple of things I loved as a kid ....................... and feeling loved by both parents .................. cheers
Ah the seaside - annual holiday by steam train AND paddle steamer to Sandown IOW. Beloved by parents who took my brother and me, and loved in return.
Got an honorable mention, that love, after that the main story has to be the holiday.................
Oh' n candy floss, fish n chips, cockles, whelks, bingo and fairground tides ........................................... 🙂
Thanks for that, Neville. Useful stuff. As a result of your intervention here, I've opened a page and began to throw ideas re this holiday.Hope to get one of my bits of doggerel together. Look out for it, but don't hold your breath..
(Donkey rides - I forgot donkey rides...., Punch and Judy....)
A playful piece Dave. I enjoyed it. Well penned .
Thanks Chris - But did any of it make sense?
Love it! Particularly the last few lines. Love must be proactively brought about rather than passively hoped for. Great message here Dave.
Yes, I think so, C.
However, it maybe my imagination, but I have the feeling there's been some increase in love poetry here since I posted it......
We all have our own way of looking at love. For me all was great memories. It brightens up my world .I write of it often. Even the poetry of lost loves taught me something . Quite a odd song. lol. Thanks for sharing your thoughts.
Thanks for resurrecting one of my past misdeeds!!
For me this love is too complex an emotion to be pinned down in words, and any attempt to do so somehow devalues the currency.
In reality I don't resile from anything in that piece - but be assured it has not inhibited others here from continuing on their poetic love journey - quite the opposite.
So true Dave. Love is used as a façade to cover what really lies behind a smoke screen for the politically correct or maybe what we should feel but don't.
Great to see you here, Soren - thanks for making the trip.
What really got me going here was the obsession with 'Love' as something tangible, an entity all on it's own, there by right. What the trigger point turned out to be, was one poet who sat there, waiting for this Love....
So all the four stanzas really said was, get on with life, interact with others - love comes from a deepening admiration and trust of another, hopefully reciprocated.
"Attempts to define them must surely fail –
Descriptions are futile; let’s have a tale.
I know the love I feel, you know yours too;
Please keep it that way and give life it’s due."
Can't be expressed better. This poem certainly eased a part of my mind. Thank you so much Doggerel Dave 😊
Thanks Meera for your response – very smooth and practiced.
If you want more on this topic, then I offer you Seamus Heaney’s little gem:
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You should know who you are talking to. So please visit my Personal Profile and if you wish, access some of my other stuff. I hope your mind remains eased.......😇😄
That poem is so beautiful. Wish you a very happy marriage. It's really good meeting you sir. Looking forward to learn more from you........
wow - always off the beaten track - and yes, i agree with your observations
almost all poets are obsessed with only one form of the word 'love' - i am in total agreement with the sentiments and ideas expressed here -
admire that streak of the rebel in you that gushes out in verse form - that is what makes you - 'you'
Who - me?🙃 There wasn't much gush there - it was hard work despite the fact that I completely knew what I wanted to say before I started.
Thanks a lot Nafisa for following up, I really appreciate the fact that you took the time and effort to find this.
at least you know what you want to say and then do it - whereas I let the words flow sometimes, and sometimes struggle, give up, and come back later to finish it.
have a great weekend
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