Wednesday, 1 April 2015

A poem

Do you enjoy poetry?
I like simple poetry that has few hidden messages. Ballads are my style, uncomplicated, easy to say.

Do you know this site?

Here is one of my favourite poems at
If you know the film Four Weddings and a Funeral you will recognise this. I like the way this poem pulls your heart out and smashes it against a wall. Just try reading it aloud.
At the side of the page there you can find wonderful poems by a selection of well-known people.

Funeral Blues

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message 'He is Dead'.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

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