In Praise of ...
Rory Shiner's blog Frankly, Mr Shankly is running an "In Praise of..." series where you can write short pieces in praise of fish and chips on the beach, fabulous ministers at your local church, your girl friend's ears or whatever. I contributed the following poem:
In Praise of Friends and Friendship
I have no wealth
Yet I am rich.
The treasure that I hold
Is worth more than precious stones
Or bars of solid gold.
I have no jewels
Yet round my neck
Are beads both rare and bright.
Memories of sunny days
And laughter in the night.
I own no house
Yet I am housed
Between the solid walls
Of friendship, faith and fellowship
With love to join them all.
I have no wealth
Yet all the world
Can’t buy what I possess.
Friendship solid, deep and true
From heaven I’ve been blessed.
SAR 2006
[I know it's sucky.]
posted by Simone R. @ 6:47 pm
9 comments
9 Comments:
Thanks, Pete.
I see it as a kind of continuum. Perhaps cold and prickly is at the far left, sentimental is a fair way right of centre, and sucky is at the far right end.
I think this poem could be positioned reasonably close to 1927's "If I could". Perhaps it's a matter of personal taste whether that is closer to 'sentimental' or 'sucky'.
I rest my case.
I can't be bothered posting on Rory's blog. (What's a Rory anyway?) So here goes... in praise of prose. I wrote this poem long ago. It's the best I've ever written. It goes like this...
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a line of verse in praise of prose
assembled gently, as a rose.
phil campbell
Hey, can you send some visitors to www.yearofexcellence.com and get them to go to the news page and post some cool blog comments there?
Thanks!
wow, phil.
That's quite something.
hey phil I'd love to send some traffic your way, but our readers are a little shy. Not many post comments. [hey guys did you read that! maybe take the hint!]
Here's my (belated) post!
I know about 300 girls [at least] who would LOVE your poem, Simone :)
I kinda thought it was sweet. Nice. 'Girl next door' poetry. Simple.
Not "sucky"...just all those things that we lose as we get older.
And here I was thinking dad's best ever poem was:
I stuck my finger up my nose
just to see how far it goes
and when I pulled my finger out
I left myself with half a snout
Nathan and Phil,
Hard to say which is the best. Visually, they are both appealing. Perhaps the second paints the most vivid picture...
Here's one I've written recently for my kids:
There was a train called Tom
Who tried to eat a bomb
He did explode
All over the road
And that was the end of Tom.
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