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Best Poems Written by Bryn Strudwick

Below are the all-time best Bryn Strudwick poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Crimson Rose

CRIMSON ROSE

You stand once more beside the harbour wall
This is the third night I have seen you there.
I watch you from a distance, proud and tall
A shaft of sunlight glinting in your hair
What is it draws you to that spot each day?
What thoughts of sadness occupy your mind?
The memory of a love far, far away,
A yearning for your homeland left behind?
Sad seagulls’ cries provide the only sound;
You reach out, casting something on the sea
And then, oblivious to all around,
You slip away still steeped in mystery
      I look down where the water gently flows.
      It’s empty save for one dark, crimson rose

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An Hour With You

AN HOUR WITH YOU

If I perchance could have my time again
And, knowing what I know, could alter course.
To veer left when the signpost right said “pain”
And shun those paths which only brought remorse.
If riches could be mine beyond my dreams
And all that I survey, mine on request.
A perfect end to all my plans and schemes,
Long balmy summer days at my behest.
Naught would I change if as a consequence
I lost the love I hold so very dear.
Indulgence would be little recompense
If day by day I did not have you near.
  All other pleasures in my whole life through,
  I’d give them all to spend one hour with you.

2nd February 2020
Sonnet True Love Contest
Sponsor  -  Brenda Chiri

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Frozen Joe

FROZEN JOE/

A hardy young fellow called Joe
Went out with no clothes in the snow
Certain bits turned to ice
And then snapped off – not nice
So he now spells his name J-o

30th December 2020
Winter Snow or Ice contest
Sponsor - Tania Kitchin

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Roy Rogers

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Roy Rogers on Trigger his horse
Was a regular tour de force
He made it his quest
To clean up the West
Then end with a love song of course

2nd May 2022
High Noon poetry contest
Sponsor - Joseph May

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Your Favourite Perfume

YOUR FAVOURITE PERFUME

I thought the yearning had ended
And I’d finally moved on.
The memories had faded,
In the months since you had gone.

Those dreams had been less frequent,
That disturbed my sleep at night.
Your photograph was in a drawer,
Kept safely out of sight.

But today, in the department store,
I was back there under your spell,
As I passed the perfume counter
And caught a whiff of Chanel.

I turned, expecting to see you there,
With your mass of golden hair,
Smiling the way you used to.
But, of course, there was no-one there.

I thought the yearning had ended
And I’d worked through all the pain.
But one whiff of your favourite perfume
Has brought it all back again.

17th July 2022
Rhyme Rumi Quote poetry contest
Sponsor - Sotto Poet

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Epitaph To a Cat

EPITAPH TO A CAT

Here lies our cat,
At peace no doubt.
Survived eight times,
Then his luck ran out

4th November 2019
Pithy Pome contest
Sponsor - Maureen McGreavy

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The Leaves Are Falling

THE LEAVES ARE FALLING

Now Summer’s ended and the days draw in
And Autumn’s chill replaces sultry heat;
As we watch the annual Fall begin
And we give thanks for safely gathered wheat.
I can’t help wondering what lies ahead.
For I am in the Autumn of my years.
The Summer days of youth have long-since fled;
I feel a fleeting fear as winter nears.
But then I turn and see you standing there
And, in that moment, all my fears subside.
Whatever Winter brings, I shall not care,
So long as I can face it by your side.
     For now I see this season all anew
     And take joy in the Autumn leaves and you

20th October 2019

New Fall Sonnets contest

Sponsor - Emile Pinet

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Appassionato

APPASSIONATO

He made overtures to her,
With the time-honoured chat-up line,
“We could make sweet music together;
I want to make you mine.”

She conducted herself quite cautiously;
Remained composed and calm.
A duet might be pleasant;
And he certainly had charm.

But she didn’t want to rush things,
The tempo should be slow.
He wished to proceed allegro,
She favoured adagio.

She played second oboe,
While he was a double bass.
They came from different cultures,
A thing she found hard to embrace.

And so she resisted his overtures,
They really weren’t well-matched.
She had an affaire with a flautist instead;
A thing with no strings attached.

2nd July 2019
Music Theme Contest
Sponsor - Geraldine Taylor

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I'M Composing Myself For Christmas

I’M COMPOSING MYSELF FOR CHRISTMAS

I’ve done all my Christmas CHOPIN
And got everything on my LISZT.
All in all I’ve been frightfully BIZET
And the Christmas break will be BLISS.

I’m away to the VILLA-LOBOS,
In HAYDN until New Year’s Day,
With a girl in my arms who’s mad about BRAHMS
And the note on the HANDEL will say,

“For GOUNOD’S sake do not disturb us
Except for our SUPPE tray
With two glasses of sweet MARTINU
And a bowl of crème BOULEZ.”

The COLE PORTER’S built the fire up,
The TELLEMAN’S tuned in the set,
We’ll POULENC ourselves down on the sofa
And drop ORFF and try to forget.

5th March 2023
Pun Fun poetry contest
Sponsor - Margarita Lillico

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Pickle Party

PICKLE PARTY

The pickles were having a party
In the superstore one night.
The manager was home in bed
So they knew they were all right.

It was a singles party,
Each looking for a mate.
Someone to share a jar with
Until their sell-by date.

One lady pickled pepper
Immediately clicked.
She was the pickled pepper
Peter Piper picked

A young girl in the corner
Was acting very silly
Under the influence of drink.
They called her ‘Pickled Lilli”

But the drunkest one among them
Was a pickled gherkin.
He’d been at the bar all evening.
He must have drunk a firkin.

He had a well-used chat-up line,
But whatever it was he said,
It must have been a bit saucy
For the beetroot turned bright red.

An old pickle said to the DJ,
“Please turn the music down”
He was a pickled walnut,
Ancient, wrinkled and brown

A very sweet pickle called Olive
And an onion got on very well.
But although they felt an attraction,
It was doomed to fail, sad to tell

They say that opposites attract
But you have to draw the line.
She had been pickled in vinegar
And he had been pickled in brine.

Then all too soon it was over.
The party had come and gone.
They had to go home to their shelves.
The day shift was signing on.

24th August 2022
It's a Pickle Party poetry contest
Sponsor - Mystic Rose Rose