Life is a diary waiting to be written
Observe
what is obvious
what is hidden
what is experienced
what is felt
A record of life
by day
by week
by year
by any moment
Twelve diary disciples did just that
Procession 1492 Columbus - America first
Progression 1660 Pepys - Restoration England
Obsession 1836 Darwin - origins of man
Expression 1863 Davis - free black woman
Impression 1906 Holden - Edwardian countryside
Confession 1910 Scott - frozen to death
Expression 1915 Woolf - inner self
Depression 1924 Wolfson - teenager in New York
Aggression 1941 Mukhina - siege of Leningrad
Suppression 1942 Frank - Jewish plight
Impression 1957 Guevara - viva Cuba
Repression 1976 Mandela - African apartheid
Procession, progression, obsession, expression, impression, confession, depression, aggression, suppression, repression
Life is simply a diary
Categories:
edwardian, journey, life, visionary, voice,
Form: List
Whoa a romantic story,
and escapist relics.
Devoid, the symbols of lilac,
subsequent disregard and psychodelic.
A young girl dressed in a diaphanous mimic,
relaxing within a hermetic Edwardian.
Whoa interested in classical aesthetics,
and the myth of Artemis.
While some cultural pubics,
connoting romance in Aramic.
Summer, sunshine, flowers
and flatpicking is idyllic.
Whoa Luminous and skyscraping,
tone of the past.
It evokes bittersweet nostalgia.
Without a fair amount of love beforehand,
I did.
Categories:
edwardian, appreciation, beauty,
Form: Free verse
At last I found the thyme
To do the names that rhyme
I am going to rhyme names
That will rhyme the same
Anna, Hannah,Pollyanna,
Rosanna,Joanna,Edwardian,
Victoriana, Gloriana,Georgianna
Christianna,Gina, Ena,Magdalene
Messina,Rowena, Selina,Lenna.
Angelina,Medina,menalina, Wilhelmina,
Zena
Categories:
edwardian, word play,
Form: Rhyme
Bright coloured chalets, (very dear !)
Stand close in military line,
Along the prom, beyond the pier
“NO CYCLING”, please, observe the sign.
The waves roll in with thunderous roar
To dash the pebbles on the shore.
Incongruous lighthouse in the town
Looks out above Edwardian tiles,
Across Sole Bay and looking down
Shines out for more than twenty miles.
The pride of Suffolk, on the coast,
For many not an idle boast.
Victorian sleepy seaside town,
That’s Southwold, home of Adnam’s beer.
I stroll the prom, first up, then down,
Sip coffee on the antique pier.
I love its charms and golden sands,
Categories:
edwardian, beach, sea,
Form: Verse
I see the garden erupt in an Edwardian funeral,
I see nodding leilandii boil
into a plumed-horse procession,
fuchsia a parade of red-cassocked priests.
I see the window and street beyond, contract
with macular degeneration.
The unrecognised visitors are
sudden, they change suddenly.
Tear streaked children descent
and ascent the stairs, robed in blue and rose,
but they do not accuse me, or humiliate me,
jeer or seek to seduce me.
In the garden I breathe the gasp of last year's leaves
I find a handkerchief in mid-air
as the afternoon pours itself
through a thousand gutters and down-pipes
a sky-coloured handkerchief, spotted orange.
I understand dementia's brother has crept into my optical tract,
while memory fills the dark with fantasy patterns:
a man walks toward me, smiling:
he wears a dressing gown, he needs a shave;
a man of similar demeanour to how I might appear,
if reflected in a window against a darkening afternoon.
Categories:
edwardian, angst, sympathy,
Form: Free verse
Major Sir William Newenham Montague Orpen, KBE, RA, RHA (27 November 1878 – 29 September 1931), was an Irish artist who worked mainly in London. Orpen was a fine draughtsman and a popular, commercially successful, painter of portraits for the well-to-do in Edwardian society, though many of his most striking paintings are self-portraits.
His painting inspired this small verse
Categories:
edwardian, appreciation, art, beach, beautiful,
Form: Free verse
This man was a laborer, and in vacuum cleaner sales.
He came a long way from Pontypridd in South Wales.
From humble beginnings as Thomas Jones Woodward,
Tom Jones has been one of the greatest singers heard.
With the early sixties British Invasion,
he became an entertainment sensation.
With his Edwardian billowing shirts and tight breeches on stage,
among his fans, Jones has been quite the rage.
Hit songs “It’s Not Unusual” and “Green Green Grass of Home” brought success.
Other hits include “Delilah”, “Love Me Tonight”, and “Daughter of Darkness”.
Jones once had his own television show.
He became a star millions of people would know.
He has always been a prominent man on the scene.
His career was topped with knighthood by the Queen.
Tom Jones has set a fine example in his day.
His fabulous career continues up to today.
Thanks to Tom Jones' website and wikipedia.org for the information I obtained to write this poem.
Categories:
edwardian, dedication, music, career,
Form: Rhyme
Accidentally chanced upon
While browsing through a set of tomes
An unrequited love poem
Marked between the yellowed pages
Within a volume rifled through.
Thereupon, I eagerly read
The words in Edwardian script
Predated nineteen hundred six-
A sad age of class distinction-
Where lines describe a futile love
Of two unfortunates in love
The beau from high society
His belle of notoriety
The aging ink was droplet smeared
I want to think it was from tears.
Categories:
edwardian, lost love
Form: Verse
A poets quill lies on his desk
Atop a sheet of coffee-stained
Paper containing stylish script-
An Edwardian handwriting.
The quills point appeared to be dry
For sometime, likewise the inkwell.
On closer inspection the words
On the page became legible:
“My Swan Song” the title began.
It continued: “The flame of life
Grows dim and everything I have
Seen in this light was through the eyes
Of love. Love was writing verses
With this pen.” The words ended there.
Further searching found a yellowed,
Crinkled obituary clip:
“Today the town is saddened by
The loss of its poet Albert__...”
Categories:
edwardian, death, loss
Form: Verse
Edwardian memoirs breathe relief
rippled tides on yonder reefs
Infinity arrays most precious jewel
silence my heart yet heart does rule
petaled through Eternal bliss
challenged thy lips with an holy kiss
Draw nearer to lull my sacred pool
reel in mine heart as thy tulle
herald triumphant for windily praise
Shadowed followed a loving gaze
Draw thee water from Jacobs well
Carefully tenderly my being is frail
A single glance launched my soul
Edwardian memoirs yet untold
Comforted love that cast away fear
Love me entreat me Darling Dear
Categories:
edwardian, devotion, life, loveheart, heart,
Form: Romanticism