If poetry be the food of love can I have a double helping please ?
Life is a poem, it does not always have to rhyme.
Hey did you read my blog
yesterday ? if you did then THANKS. If you did not then check it out – GO ON.
Within writing last year,
speaking of my time at school I spoke about how I learned to love poetry but I
could not write a poem. I have been writing stories since I was a teenager but
I could not write a poem to save my life. 
PAST TENSE 
On 20th February I
visited the National Trust Gardens at Stowe near Buckingham. We go there most
weeks to spend time in this beautiful parkland. Suddenly and completely
unexpectedly these words came into my head. They came into my head from my
heart.
A
SNOWDROP
A hint of spring on a winter’s day,
the snowdrop in a carpet of white
upon a field of green.
The naked branches of the trees
look down and envy all they see.
Then they smile at what is yet to come.
A robin dances on the ground
his red breast differs with the white
and thinks could this be a nesting site ?
But then the footsteps of a man come near
and with it sadness, dread and fear.
The snowdrop, trees and birds
worry the end may soon be theirs.
Extinction of climate is the aim of man.
OK so Shakespeare it aint but
I had written a poem. The first poem in seventy years. WOW I was pleased with
myself.
But this was just the first of
many.
A poem can not be written to order.
Poetry comes from the heart and not from the
mind.
A poet laureate is nothing more
than an Agatha Christie of rhyme.
My poems are rubbish,
we all know that.
Instantly forgotten once I am gone.
Chaucer, Shakespeare, Wordsworth,
no not me.
But my poems are not written to order,
they come from the depths of my heart
then turn into words on paper
when my heart is ready and not before.
As of the end of yesterday,
Saturday 3rd July 2021, I had written 158 poems.
Here are a couple from
yesterday:
Poem
157 – Saturday 3rd July 2021
DID
YOU KNOW
History
will say I was too good at my job !
I
was Richard Branson’s hair stylist
until
Boots ran out of dye !
I
was Lewis Hamilton’s tyre fitter,
too
much like hard work !
I
was Donald Trump’s speech writer
but
he said sparrows tweeted better than I did !
So
I’ll stick to writing rubbish poems instead.
Poem
158 – Saturday 3rd July 2021
Do
people still eat such a delight ?
I
do !  Yummy scrummy !
Yummy
scrummy bubble gummy !
This
year my garden gooseberries –
a
bumper harvest.
The
birds they nick the strawberries.
The
squirrels nick the raspberries.
But
the gooseberries they are all for me
Served
with thick scrunchy crumble
and
hot, thick custard.
Goosegog
crumble
Yummy.
scrummy, bubblegummy.
A
double helping that’s for me !
When I
write stories I write them for my own fun and enjoyment but there is something
else, I hope that when someone reads what I have written they will say to
themselves: I could do better than that !
Then to go on and write something for themselves. That is how it is with
poetry. Throughout the three anthologies I have so far published:
Dave's Poetry – Volume One – Published 12th March 2021
Dave’s
Poetry – Volume Two – Published 20th April 2021
Dave’s
Poetry – Volume Three – Published 28th June 2021
I
constantly joke that my poems are rubbish. So what if they are ? I can assure
you they most certainly are rubbish but I hope having read the rubbish someone,
somewhere will pick up a pen and do better.
William
Shakespeare gave the English Language some wonderful words including IF MUSIC
BE THE FOOD OF LOVE PLAY ON. I have changed that to this.
If
poetry be the food of love
can I
have a double helping please ?
From
Wordsworth upon Westminster Bridge
to
Blake and his tyger burning bright.
If
poetry be the food of love
I’d
like mine served with fresh whipped cream.
A
million housewives every day
pick
up a tin of beans and say
Anyone
seen the can opener ?
Nah
!  I don’t like beans
But……
A Mars
a day helps you
work,
rest and play.
If
poetry be the food of love
is it
on offer at Tesco this week ?
A lot
of my story writing is tongue in the cheek and as you can see so is my poetry.
On
YESTERDAY’S BLOG I said for my seeking to claim the title of the world’s most
prolific writer of Amazon Kindle e-books between 1st January 2020
and 31st December 2022 I would:
Write
a total of five million words
Wrapping
these into two hundred e-books
Now I
need to consider a target for poems. How about ?
Five
hundred poems
Yesterday
my total writing for 2021 came to 995,028. Today I will hit the magic million.
I can then add in last year’s total of 528,254 then get into the challenge
proper.
Google
Blogger ! Yesterday’s blog attracted 7 readers which given Google Blogger’s
worldwide pattern of failure and this being my first blog in a new series I guess
that aint too bad ! I wonder what this will achieve.
Reemember
if you want to contact me you can drop me an e-mail at: dashford566@gmail.com or hit me up on
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