Wasn't sure where I should post this;
Written while walking my dog this morning;

Winter Warriors.

I sit on the Headland
watching two ‘Winter Warriors’
ride the tempestuous
white horses
All the way to Crooklets beach
Though breathless
from the wind
I still find a cheer
as they claim victory
in the rodeo
of the surf.

It’s not for medals
or plaudits
they’ll make no headline news
but their reward
is the joy
of being immersed
in nature’s glory
and the roar
of the ocean’s wave.

By brumbeat at 12:35 on 26/01/12

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I think this is our first poetry on the site........what a lovely idea and I felt like I was there watching them. Fabulous brumbeat......keep posting!

By dawnrw at 13:27 on 26/01/12
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You can always create a new category if none seems to fit!

By BudePeeps at 15:39 on 26/01/12
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Thanks, guys. i might set up a 'poetry and prose' category. Then I can write about bude/stratton area and what's going on -- all in poem form, maybe even find other members willing to give it a try!
Ok, what's happening that I could write about; ooooh, New vicar!

By brumbeat at 12:37 on 27/01/12
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Write away - keen to encourage other people to add things to the site and some creative writing would be a good change.........but certainly, anything about Bude/ Stratton and what's happening out there would be most welcome! Welcome on board!

By BudePeeps at 14:12 on 27/01/12
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Oh go on then, couldn't stop myself.

Written at Stratton Church, (part 1 daytime),
might put (part 2 nighttime) up if first not too depressing. :)

But first through the gate.

Knock and the door will be opened, but first you must get through the gate.
Ask and the words will be spoken, as long as you're prepared to wait.
Seek, and ye shall find, as long as you know what IT is.
Come, to the house of the master, but remember that inside is HIS.

What did he expect to find?
Walking around with God in mind.
He looked for the word, but only found song.
Psaltery, Psalms, and then, a Gideon.
The only words in such a place, that shone a light upon his face.
He sought the truth, and forsooth, the door was opened
Spiral stairway , to the roof.

In the rain beaten Lead on holy high, the crown that all the villagers spy.
He saw names, cut in deep, left for time and God to keep.

His way confused, on tangle paths.
He paused, took stock, took a step back.
Deepness considered while he lingered.
His creased forehead unthinking fingered.
Lost his map, then his way.
Lost the words to his dismay.
Lost connections, out of touch.
Lost so little, yet so much.

Returning to his fathers house, in darkness creeping like a mouse.
He sought the book, the würd, the wierd.
The way of doing, he so long feared.
Arms upstretched, supplicated.
Sins laid bare, nothing hid.
Knowing all will be forgot, if he just turned back toward the flock.
Start again. Begin anew.
His life refreshed, his soul renewed.
He took the book, and ate his fill.
Then returned his boots to the ancient hills.

Been looking for a decent venue to run a poetry/music night at, if theres enough interest. Any ideas??

By Penny Farthing Post at 14:16 on 27/01/12
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Winter Warriors - i always think words can express much more meaning and feeling than a photograph ever could. A picture paints a thousand words, but a few words can cut like a knife.

By Penny Farthing Post at 15:14 on 27/01/12
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'There was a young lady from Bude
who swam in the sea in the nude,
She saw a young man, who said............,............oh damn , the wife has told me to stop.

By robbo2009 at 15:25 on 27/01/12
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ah robbo, always brings a smile to BudePeople.

By Penny Farthing Post at 15:44 on 27/01/12
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Think I prefer the poetry genre to the limerick but as you say, while Robbo's work is not destined to become a canon of English literature, he certainly makes one smile! Great poem as it made me think. I will need to read and re-read a few times .......which is good!

By BudePeeps at 16:03 on 27/01/12
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Well, it's good to think. :)

Not necessarily (in my opinion) one of my best, but thought the stratton church link made it worthwhile posting, heres Pt 2 (nighttime)

True Manna

They told me plainly, simple words.
There is only one way, my Lord, to serve.
In Christ, in sufferance, in blind belief.
Darker things lie underneath.
No good person, he or she,
will sit in heaven peacefully,
unless accept the gift of death,
that Christ gave us, with his last breath.
Until his word is heard by all,
this Kingdom on Earth will never fall.

I find it odd, no Muslim or Jew
will have a seat on heavenly pew.
No Hindu, Sikh, or Buddhist even,
is Good enough, is just a Heathen.

Good people abound, with many a faith.
So is it just the Christians saved?
Each gets his prophet, each gets the way.
Who are WE, on Earth to say,
the only truth is the Christian one.
The doctrines chosen by Ceasers son.
Religion of empire, institution,
was only GOOD under persecution.
All are gods children, black or white,
brown or red, dead or alive.
All get their chances, all have the right,
to walk in darkness or in light.

It's not for you, or them, or I
to force belief, or to deny,
that even the Savage, the gentle kind,
is good of heart and clear of mind.
Is open to be a vessel of spirit,
though they don't have the gospel,
doesn't mean they don't feel it.

Christ says it's written for everyone,
within our hearts, upon our tongue.
The path lies before us, the journey long.
We all know right, and feel what's wrong.
We know in ourselves morality,
so why can't the Sons of Adam be
united in feeling, if not in words.
Combined Morals; Combined Souls
Forget the dogma; Forget the rules.
Forget the past; Forget the pain
let's stand together in the rain.

Be baptised, by holy water,
that falls from heaven, true Manna.

The love of each other, the love of IT.
Should be enough, to heal the split,
caused by religion, power and greed.
In current times, a greater need
should hold us together, not push us apart.

God is Love, and Love, is Heart.

If I embrace you, will you to I?
I am your neighbour, do not deny.
We all stand as one, on this perfect ball,
created by IT
For one, and for all.

By Penny Farthing Post at 16:35 on 27/01/12
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hehe, i know theres going to be some religious debate now, i just know it

By Penny Farthing Post at 16:48 on 27/01/12
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Excellent poem, I hope to read more of your thoughts. I have to say, am so glad to see you wrote rhyming poetry, I favour rhyming myself, but find it isnot the 'current fashion' amongst publications and competition writing. Also, really mice to find someone else who writes poetry - all my friends think I'm weird!
I shall set up a 'poetry and prose' category on this site over the weekend!

By brumbeat at 06:48 on 28/01/12
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This is excellent - and Ha'penny, you know that no one will discuss religion now you've said they will...............

By BudePeeps at 06:51 on 28/01/12
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Ha, you're not weird BrumBeat, everyone's a poet really, just some folks don't know how to get it down. I used to run a night up in the Lakes and we had all sorts come, its nice when people put pen to paper who haven't before, especially when they find a talent they didn't realise they had.
Sometimes it just takes knowing there are likie minded people about.

I'll look forward to dropping bits in the new section.

I've been eyeing up a few spots to find somewhere suitable for a poetry/music night once a month. However, with these things i think Venue is everything.
Has to have a touch of class. Plus, be open to having people sit round word wrangling for a couple of hours while maybe only buying coffee and cake.

I though Olive Tree would be a nice spot, though limited for space, and might interfere with trade for them. Though Summer evenings in the Garden would be lovely.
Falcon back room (used for Folk Club) is a bit big for my liking, not intimate enough. Anyone got any ideas?

The Preston Gate is up for open mic night, but would probably have to be more music centred to please the punters, plus would need a regular musician/host.
Obviously a dirty smokey jazz bar type atmosphere would be brilliant, but do such things exist in Bude? (without the smoke obviously, damn this modern world)
I quite liked the little bar downstairs in the Waterfront when the Jazz Fest was on, and thought that the Jazz Fest was perhaps missing out on a bit of Jazz Poetry too.

Been quite lazy in getting round to organising such a thing, but mainly because i was worried of lack of interest. At least i know there is one or two that might be up for it. I'll get myself a bit more in gear, not much on this next month.

On a side note, if anyone fancies an invite to this poetry/art event in London on February 23rd, then drop me an email @ thejackofpiel@hotmail.co.uk

http://tinyurl.com/86unspk

By Penny Farthing Post at 08:52 on 28/01/12
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"likie" minded people - oooh, a new word. ha

By Penny Farthing Post at 08:53 on 28/01/12
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Why not contact Bude Jazz 2012 to see if you might incorporate something in with their summer event?

By BudePeeps at 10:16 on 28/01/12
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Ive never thought about public 'performance' - may be too far out of my comfort zone!
Would definiteley go for a poetry club/meeting always happy to learn from others!

By brumbeat at 11:29 on 28/01/12
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I have set up a group on here, called;

Poetry and prose by local people.

I have posted a couple of poems, to get things started,
feel free to join the group and get involved.

By brumbeat at 17:45 on 28/01/12
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Some lines what I wrote...none too profound I'm afraid...inspired by a certain telly programme/presenter.

If God was fair and just and right,
He'd send a thunderbolt to smite,
Clarkson and his acolytes.

Sung in blue jeans - smug in thought,
A new opinion never sought
But the format has been bought,
At great expense.

And so the jewel sits in the crown
The pointless wheels keep going round
And earn another million pounds,
Perhaps I am dense.

So dense it's I who cannot see
That petrol soaked banality
Is all that's needed after tea,
On Sunday nights.

So here the modern Summer Wine
No second childhood screened this time
Just aged adolescent whine,
And jeans too tight.

If God was fair and just and right,
He'd send a thunderbolt to smite,
Clarkson and his acolytes.

By kevincolwill at 22:51 on 28/01/12
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Take it you're not a Jeremy Clarkson fan then, Kevin?

By BudePeeps at 08:08 on 29/01/12
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