Meeting in person - Suspended under current rules. Hope to see you soon, Gil :)
Tel: 01842 766166 or click on the the pigeon link to send a message
Poetry Group is looking for a New Leader as Gil plans to take a break.......
We're finding poems to share that make the days more interesting, thought provoking and to make us laugh.
Mostly we find poems that fit around a chosen theme, often not!
All contributions are gratefully received. Occasionally members feel inspired to write their own verse,.
Prior to the pandemic we met at 10.30 a.m.on the 3rd Wednesday of the month in Priory Park, Thetford, this will change when we have a new group leader.
We bring poems to read, share & discuss with the group. We usually have a theme but always bring other poems just because we like them. A constant theme for now until we are 'released' - "Poems to Keep Us Smiling"
Let us be lovely
And let us be kind
Let us be silly and free
It won't make us famous
It won't make us rich
But dammit how HAPPY we'll be!
Smiling is infectious Spike Milligan
Smiling is infectious
You catch it like the flu
When someone smiled at me today
I started smiling too
I walked around the corner
And someone saw me grin
When he smiled I realised
I had passed it on to him
I thought about the smile
And then realised its worth
A single smile like mine
Could travel round the earth
So if you feel a smile begin
Don’t leave it undetected
Start an epidemic
And get the world infected.
"When the tides of life turn against you,
and the current upsets your boat.
Don't waste those tears on what might have been,
just lay on your back and float."
Don't Quit Jill Wolf
Don't quit when the tide is lowest,
For it's just about to turn;
Don't quit over doubt's and questions,
For there's something you may learn.
Don't quit when the night is darkest,
For its just a while 'til dawn;
Don't quit when you've run the farthest,
For the race is almost won.
Don't quit when the hill is steepest,
For your goal is almost nigh;
Don't quit, for you're not a failure
Until you fail to try.
Fifty Shades of Grey
The missus brought a paper back
Down Shepton Mallet way
I had a look inside her bag
T’was Fifty Shades of Grey
Well ,I just left her to it
And at ten I went to bed
An hour later she appeared
The sight filled me with dread
In her left hand she held a rope
And in her right a whip!
She threw them down upon the floor
And then began to strip
Well, 50 years or so ago
I might have had a peep
But Mabel hasn’t weathered well
She’s 84 next week
Watching Mabel bump and grind
Could not have been much grimmer
And things went from bad to worse
She toppled off her Zimmer.
She struggled back upon her feet a couple of minutes later
She put her teeth back in and said I am a dominator
Now if you knew our Mabel
You’d see why I spluttered I’d spent the last two months in traction
For the last complaint I’d uttered
She stood there nude and naked like Bent forward just a bit
I went to hold her sensual like and stood on her left tit
Mabel screamed, her teeth shot out, My God what have I done?
She moaned and groaned then shouted out Step on the other one
Well, Readers I can’t tell no more about what occurred that day
Suffice to say my jet black hair, Turned 50 shades of grey.
Good and Clever Elizabeth Wordsworth (1840 – 1932)
If all the good people were clever,
And all clever people were good,
The world would be nicer than ever
We thought that it possibly could.
But somehow ’tis seldom or never
The two hit it off as they should,
The good are so harsh to the clever,
The clever, so rude to the good!
So friends, let it be our endeavour
To make each by each understood;
For few can be good, like the clever,
Or clever, so well as the good.
A piper in the streets today
Set up, and tuned, and started to play
And away, away, away on the tide
Of his music we started; on every side
Doors and windows were opened wide,
And men left down their work and came,
And women with petticoats coloured like flame
And little bare feet that were blue with cold,
Went dancing back to the age of gold,
And all the world went gay, went gay,
For half an hour in the street today.
My first is in life (not contained within heart)
My second’s in whole but never in part.
My third’s in forever, but also in vain.
My last’s in ending, why not in pain?
Hope - Emily Dickinson
“Hope” is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -
And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -
I’ve heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.