tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363070543129427663.post4484984541957812583..comments2024-03-17T00:53:17.609+00:00Comments on Confessions of a displaced hedgehog: On poetryUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363070543129427663.post-70913857754931976922010-02-26T22:29:51.811+00:002010-02-26T22:29:51.811+00:00The Tramp
Crystal sparkles, dancing on a quiet po...The Tramp<br /><br />Crystal sparkles, dancing on a quiet pond,<br />As reflections from the stars beyond.<br />Dark shadows baying across the space,<br />Wilting snowdrops with a dying grace.<br /><br />Only the hoot from a lonely owl,<br />Beckons the sheep stir and shepherd scowl.<br />Night has fallen and left another day,<br />As I lay down, on a cold bed of clay.<br /><br />Into the stars far and wide,<br />Dreaming, how warm to sleep inside?<br />Travelling the roads from dawn to dusk,<br />Sometimes begging, sometimes I'll busk.<br /><br />Coat tightly in my hand and shirt upon my back,<br />My dreams coming true as I trek a lonely track.<br /><br />John R Bacon<br />Written 1976<br />Member: Homerton CollegeSpeakers Cornerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14195450937646327456noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363070543129427663.post-64117905224945115392010-02-15T03:05:11.212+00:002010-02-15T03:05:11.212+00:00I discovered the competition afterward. However, ...I discovered the competition afterward. However, here is my contribution:<br /><br />"In Memory of Forgotten Russian Poets" <br /><br />Of daily deprivations, rude and crude<br />Were lifestyles of politically oppressed:<br />Great gullibilities of masses, food<br />For Marxists, were poor diets you addressed.<br />You fed the mind when Marxists stressed the gut,<br />Impoverished minds sworn blindly to the cause.<br />Your poems were rare candles! From their rut,<br />Poor peasants saw a light and gave applause!<br />Like Anna Akhmatova, loving God,<br />You put the day's anxieties to rest,<br />When verse was read in secret, with a nod<br />Of bonding to a plan for lifestyles blessed. <br /> We honor you, forgotten Czars of souls:<br /> In Russian cold, yours were the burning coals!<br /><br />Sonnet by Stephen VolkAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com