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RHYTHM & RHYME

New group from April 2020 – our first online only group!

The idea is to cater for those who enjoy reading poetry and perhaps looking at the stories behind the poems, as well as those who enjoy writing – expressing their thoughts and feelings in verse form.

Wordsworth, Daffodils (click to expand )
Here is William Wordsworth’s famous poem, ‘Daffodils’, which was inspired by a walk he and his sister took on 15 April 1802. He wrote the poem some time later and there is some dispute when this was. Here it is credited as 1804.
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If you have a favourite poem, particularly if it linked to the season of spring, do please send it in and we will put it on this page. If you have thoughts or comments about other pieces displayed, please also submit them for inclusion. And most of all, please let us have your own efforts: we are completely non-judgmental.

Any type or style of poem is appropriate. Just to make the point here is a favourite limerick of mine, funny because it breaks all the rules of the genre. This demonstrates one of my father’s adages: ‘Rules are for the guidance of wise men and the obedience of fools.’

There was a young man from Tralee
Who was stung on the nose by a wasp.
When asked if it hurt,
He replied. ‘Not at all,
It can do it again if it likes.

Tim Young 01638 612216; tim_young@live.co.uk

Continuing with the poetry theme here's one from Geoff Jones:

Outside my Window

I’m looking out my window.
A quiet scene I see.
I’ve seen this scene before of course
It’s nothing new to me.

But I rarely stare as long as sheep or cows,
It’s just that I’m confined within my house.
I want to join the madding crowds ignoble strife.
But looking out I see no signs of life.

Well, madding crowds are not allowed at present
I And I’m only let out once a day you see
To take a stroll whilst I am on parole.
To continue there my sad soliloquy.

I wander lonely as a cloud
That lends dark thought to a virus that kills.
When all at once I chance upon
A woman, who great joy instils.

She’s chasing a child, she’s hot on her heels
And catches and hugs her midst laughter and squeals.
And you know of a sudden, you’re smilingly sure
That we must win this virological war.

I’m looking out my window back in my home again
Outside there is no movement, the scene is still the same
I feel quite lucky that I found, a focus to my daily walk.
Hope for incident tomorrow, countering TV Covid-19 talk.

Back in internment, all bunkered down,
We think ‘early night’ and grab dressing gown.
We’re learning to live in a different manner.
Not striding behind some selfish banner.

But talking to people to help them to cope
With all these restrictions, so at odds with hope.
Ours to struggle diligently, bravely without sway
And keep the noiseless tenor of our way.

Geoff Jones

Here’s one from Doreen King

The Daffodil.

Sunshine peeped through my window today.
With golden trumpet, too bright to stay.
One year had passed since I last heard her song,
Its message clear, wait not too long,
Her touch but brief and all to soon gone.
So out to the garden I will hasten to go
To use my time wisely for I do not yet know
If she will come calling with next Winter's snow.

Doreen King

From Jean Kape:

I’m going to make a list of the things l’ll do today
I really will complete it nothing will get in the way.
There's all the dirty cupboards that need a tidy and a clean
There's a pile of sewing that’s hidden off the scene
I’ll give all the surfaces a good old polish and a shine
I’ll shampoo all the carpets they’ve never looked so fine
As the sun is shining the grass will need a cut
The weeds will need removing and I’ll clean the water butt
But
My armchair is so nice and soft and I have such a lovely book
In the fridge there’s wine perhaps I’ll take a look
The message is to all of us, stay calm
I think I’ll take a little doze, it will do me no harm

Jean Kape

It’s Spring!

I’ve potted and seeded,
Dead-headed and weeded;
Divided and kept,
Pruned and swept.

Now it’s all done,
I’ll sit in the sun;
Sit back with a sigh,
Let the world roll on by …

Oh no! Now it’s raining,
But I’m not complaining –
I won’t get my doze,
But I won’t have to hose!

Rosemary Foreman

More Group Pages
2ND TUESDAY ANTIQUES ARTS APPRECIATION CAMERA GROUP
CARPET BOWLS DISCUSSION DRAMA FRENCH CONVERSATION
GARDEN GROUP HISTORY LUNCH GROUP M3A MUSIC
MAH JONG MODEL MAKING MUSIC APPRECIATION REALM OF BOOKS
RHYTHM & RHYME RUMMIKUB SCRABBLE WALKING
WINGS, WHEELS & WATER
More Group Pages
2ND TUESDAY ANTIQUES
ARTS APPRECIATION CAMERA GROUP
CARPET BOWLS DISCUSSION
DRAMA FRENCH CONVERSATION
GARDEN GROUP HISTORY
LUNCH GROUP M3A MUSIC
MAH JONG MODEL MAKING
MUSIC APPRECIATION REALM OF BOOKS
RHYTHM & RHYME RUMMIKUB
SCRABBLE WALKING
WINGS, WHEELS & WATER