Preludes

This poem was written maybe thirty to forty years ago, and yet it seems so relevant today.

Preludes

Tell me that there is no symbolism in these events.

I see that the leaves on this ancient tree

Are but a season in age. And I see that

Ancient tongues no longer clack at youth.

Middle aged suburbia makes love in the streets,

And the tin cupped blind on each corner

Show no interest. They see more than the stream,

The stream of commercial and pleasure bent haste

That pulls at the banks of this dead heart,

This city of searching souls.The stream tears

At the crumbling façade of a dirty skeleton

And bears tradition downwards below the flood,

And crushes it below the surging surface.

Love is young, yet no one has time for youth.

Age is wise, yet we must spurn its teachings.

Age was once foolish in youth, and we have

No time for the desires and trappings,

No matter how faded, of that youth.


And the old ones walk in the park

That surrounds the museum.

They move through the dusty rooms

And show interest in the sign that reads,

PLEASE DO NOT TOUCH

And wonder why.


The students in the new system

Turn their backs on the generation that bore them,

And waste no time in conversation

With their mothers. They sit in darkened rooms

And pour cold coffee into their discussions.

Perverted sex is the rage and our society

Is perverted for a season. Homosexuality

Flowers for one cold Summer. And the fruit

Is sterile, dry and watered only by bitter tears.



Hot tears wet my pillow for a night,

Yet morning finds me red eyed and grey

With nothing but a half forgotten memory.


And the old men sit in Winter parks and

Tell each other that it was cold in ‘37

And the young ones are too soft with their easy life.

A dirty bandage bound around his head

Does not hide the worth of this old man

Who sits by himself on a cold corner.

He tells me that the Kaiser lives behind

The Sun with his German bitch.

And he knows when he meets a gennleman.

The bandage and the blood clotted hair do not hide

The worth of this old man. I leave him as I

Have left all bench sitters. And I notice

Yesterday’s paper clings hysterically

At his feeble legs also.


The ducks circle the island in the artificial lake

And shout welcome to each other. They look below

The surface for their food and do not notice

The broken excrement of civilisation.

They see no link between the shattered bottles

And the family outing of last Summer.

The floating paper plate is easily circumnavigated.

The water hen completes another circuit of the island.


Third floor; the flat at the top of the stairs.

The water in the sink gurgles half-heartedly

Down the drain.

Eight o’clock.

She brushes her hair once more and removes

A small handful from the brush. This one would

Find waiting eased if she could set her mind

To read. Another comic book. Beauty hints.

The door bell. She wants to go out.

He wants to stay in the flat.

He leaves at eleven.

And says he’ll call. You know where it is.

Third floor. Flat at the top of the stairs.

Finished. She removes a spot from the skirt of her dress.



No one walks behind the theatre any more.

The grass has grown between the deckchairs.

Even the children play elsewhere.

They say that half the future generation

Of this part is conceived in the projection box.

Yet Mrs Atkins told a friend, only last week,

That her Shirley wouldn’t hold anything from her;

And Mrs Atkins always was respectable herself.


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breathing 5 years ago from Bangladesh

Hey, I am confused. Preludes by William Wordsworth or by you?


marellen 5 years ago

Time seems to never change....Interesting.....


Becky 5 years ago

History and fashion repeat themselves. Life also repeats constantly. People do not change so why should life.


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mckbirdbks 5 years ago from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas

Hello TL, I am going to have to mull this over a while. I will come back later.


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Twilight Lawns 5 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

Well, by me, Breathing, but why not T.S.Eliot? A prelude is a prelude by Chopin if you like.

Thanks for coming to read.


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Twilight Lawns 5 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

Marelle, thank you for your visit. Nothing changes, but everything is in a state of flux.

Hmm!


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Twilight Lawns 5 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

You are so right, Becky. i red this and had such a sense of Déjà vu. I suppose this cycle will continue for many years to come.


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Twilight Lawns 5 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

Thank you for mulling, Mike. So many people stick their noses in the door, and they're off before I've had a chance to insult them or even make them raise their hackles.


Becky 5 years ago

You never insult me or raise my hackles. You are always so nice that I have to work hard at it too.


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mckbirdbks 5 years ago from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas

This work strikes me as a chronicle of the nature of modern civilization. You report the living history, denote the crumbling of your beliefs and howl at the ramifications. You watch the walls of the levees separate and the ensuing rush into the unknown. And you ask what is in store?.


Sunnie Day 5 years ago

Good Morning Ian,

Seeing changes all around and questioning what could be in store for the future. Changes that affect our very hearts on all kinds of levels...The man on the bench saddens me...we only see the man sitting on the bench...but he is so much more...a past with stories, an unsure future. The ducks in the manmade lake have even settled for the changes as this is what they know...their environment polluted...but they go about their day as if nothing is wrong. Somewhat like people...absorbed in their own living...The saddest part...children turning their backs on the older generation...not valuing the wisdom they carry nor do they care...the future is full of mystery for us all..Thanks Ian for a thought provoking hub...reading between the lines...finding gold...sort of how we as a people should do if we only dug a bit deeper.

Have a great day,

Sunnie


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Twilight Lawns 5 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

Thanks Becky, and forgive the typo "red". I look forward to every visit of yours.


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Twilight Lawns 5 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

Mike, I find it hard to take on board how relevant this is to the world as it is. Especially in London right now. The only place that we still find respect for elders and institutions is in the Asian community. There, Mother and Father say, and child does. But even that is going with a lot of British Asians.


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Twilight Lawns 5 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

Reading this through with your eyes, Sunnie, I realise that it must have had some impact. Much of these themes are dear to your heart... especially the old man on the bench.

Thanks for coming and reading and your lovely in-depth comment on it. I may have only a few readers, but you are all good quality, Guys. Thank you.


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attemptedhumour 5 years ago from Australia

Hi Ian, 'our time' is never another generation's time. It has to be different or it will become 'their time'. My time was the sixties and seventies and i was so lucky to have had so much. My 'dad's time' was spent fighting in India. Then scratching around seven days per week, often from six am till midnight, trying to earn enough money to feed four kids. It sounds like the four Yorkshire men, but it's true. Things keep changing and at the moment it's a life closer to my dads than mine. Your poem is too subtle for me to really analyse properly, but i hope i've plucked a bit of its meaning out of the bag. It's an accurate depiction of the rapidly changing world. Cheers mate.


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Nikkij504gurl 5 years ago from Louisiana

hmm interesting poem.. the part on the third floor apartment brings back painful memories for me.


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steve of ian fame 5 years ago from Essex

Uneducated working class cannot understand this so it will never sell on a verse card. Blame Mrs. Thatcher if you must for a restricted audience but there it is.


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Lady Wordsmith 5 years ago from Lancaster, UK

I think I agree with what Steve says there - the people who would benefit from understanding this poem are precisely the people who will never read it. Those who would understand it already agree with you.

I might add that it's not just the uneducated working class who are causing the problems though - it's also the over-educated upper echelons of our warped society.

I liked the image of the woman in the flat, pulling the handful of hair from her hairbrush, and removing a spot from her dress. Poignant.

Lx.


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Nellieanna 5 years ago from TEXAS

It hits me like a passel of loosely bound tissue papers whose impact I feel but then they seem to shatter and dissipate without a stone inside.

I know I need time to think about it. My first feeling is too "down". I've been reading a plethora of depression-subject hubs previously today and am super-saturated. So I need to think about this before I can comment more than perfunctorily - the way I'm doing now. I feel that you're seriously reaching for something. . . Your replies betray a kind of wistfulness and it's authentic. I don't want to contribute to it if part of it is feeling isolated in a vaguely guazy tunnel. I do care - much. Hugs.


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Nellieanna 5 years ago from TEXAS

I meant "gauzy".

That it's not a new poem matters too.


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Twilight Lawns 5 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

Thank you Keith. It's there to look at and identify with if necessary... but I enjoyed finding it and I hope most do.

But your dad in India? Where? How?


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Twilight Lawns 5 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

Nikki, that apartment is almost shorthand for despair and loneliness.

I'm glad you came... I hope you liked it.


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Twilight Lawns 5 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

One word for you, Steve of Ian fame... "Tosser".


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Twilight Lawns 5 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

But I do love you when you get on your anti Thatcherite soapbox, Steve,]

Cummere... Pucker up.

Mwah!


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Twilight Lawns 5 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

Linda, as I honed in on the best part of your poem, so did you with my favourite. Part of one of my few. I really think that bit works.

I was just reading on your hub how you are looking forward to the boys going back to school so that you can "be a writer again" in September, and I remembered that piece you wrote about being in the coffee shop and the guy coming in... beautiful observation. I loved it. I must find it again, and read it and wallow in it.


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Twilight Lawns 5 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

Isolated in a gauzy tunnel with something rather malevolent, and with sharp teeth.

If you felt dragged down, I am sorry, but that was the aim... but when and whom is another matter.

Thanks for that very incisive comment, Nellie.


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Nellieanna 5 years ago from TEXAS

Well, aim or no aim, I tend to resist being personally dragged down rather vehemently, so no harm done here. Cannot be of much use if one gets in the pit with all that's fallen into it.

But I am fiercely concerned about the negativity you describe so eloquently here.

Possibly most alarming: that "Love is young, yet no one has time for youth." That is so multifaceted, it is bleakly scary. No time for youth. They're robbed of it by the very people who should protect them as long as possible, while teaching them the gentle art of self-protection. And the children gladly relinquish youth, never knowing what they've missed. They take sex with casual nonchalance before their bodies are even beginning to be grown and never know what love is. What could be more horrendous than those losses?

The future is traditionally in the youth. So - this is it? All the other atrocities you touched upon stem from that loss, I suspect. That's a massive hopelessness. Not that they have sex too soon but that they miss everything that makes childhood and youth good. So it becomes the infertile soil from which the rest of it sprouts to grow creatures ever more crustacean than human. One can watch the popular movie icons of those generations and note that trend!

The next most alarming passage for me is: ". . . Yet Mrs Atkins told a friend, only last week, That her Shirley wouldn’t hold anything from her; And Mrs Atkins always was respectable herself. . . " Blind self delusion and hypocrisy finish off the job.

You did right to aim to accomplish this message. Indeed the tunnel is malevolent, but you're not isolated there.


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attemptedhumour 5 years ago from Australia

Steve is just getting his own back for eating those tulip thingies. Being working class is bad enough, but lacking in it could be worse:)


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attemptedhumour 5 years ago from Australia

My dad spent four years in India in the second world war, eight months twiddling his thumbs waiting to be de-mobbed then had to work like a slave to eke out enough money to bring up four working class kids. Three of those working class kids own their own houses and everything that goes in them. Two have sons or daughters at uni and none of them would be able to fathom out this poem. Cycles can be broken with a bit of honest toil and common sense, things that any prime minister would struggle to improve, via the education system. I know that today's kids are lacking in many of the basics, but some will grow up and find a way out of the mess. It is much more intelligent to say, "i don't really understand this" than to pretend you do. I have a bash at the Times crossword sometimes. The best i've ever done is about one third of the answers, but i feel like i have succeeded with that. Oh well, i'd better hose myself down and do a bit of preparing as we've got possibly a hundred guests arriving on Sat' for another Beatles party. I might not understand most of your poem, but i recognise how much it means to you as a writer, a very good writer at that. Cheers


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Twilight Lawns 5 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

Nellie, my wonderful eloquent friend, if I ever publish ANYTHING I want you to write the blurb. And when you are not in the middle of your world tour, promoting your book(s) 'The |Insights and Philosophies of NellieAnna' (hardbacked edition £19.99) you can have a Chair at a prestigious University and teach an English Literature Course that will have, as one of its core required readings, the 'Babblings of Me'


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Twilight Lawns 5 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

Keith, you have no idea how pleasing it is...

Start again.

Keith, I think you know how pleasing it is to hear a comment that is honest and well thought out. You have written some stuff that sets me back on my heels and I know that as tongue in cheek and on the surface you can be, you also have a brain and can convey so much.

The "uneducated working class will never understand this" I find amusing. I have a feeling that words do not need education to make them work. And to lump working class and uneducated in the same sentence is insulting, not only to working class people but to people generally. Education isn't the right of the "upper classes" but a right for all.

My mother came from a little village in South Wales, and was prevented from furthering her education because she was "needed at home". After all, she was “only a girl”, and there were two brothers and a couple of sisters who weren't robust enough to run the house. Her mother sat in an armchair beside the fire and directed the world from there.

My mother was intelligent and educated herself. She wrote poetry, she had a voracious appetite for reading and the arts and was an inspiration to me… or would have been if I had had the sense to listen.

I was the one who went to a “good public school”, but came away knowing almost nothing. I had caused little trouble, muddled through, and was therefore ignored and allowed to pass through the system

I have no University Education and have taught myself more or less all I know, Steve, on the other hand, has a fixation about class and would like to blame everyone else for what is or isn’t happening in this country. Thatcher enters every conversation if he gets a chance.

He is a n extremely kind and caring person, and would do anything to help those less off than himself, but in this way he becomes used and taken advantage of on a regular basis. It is not the fault of Government, but the fault of the world at large, and the people who tend to gravitate to his kindness.

Nature abhors a vacuum.

I on the other hand, am selfish and self centred, but in the whole system of things, neither is the better.

You, Steve, write for Hallmark, as much as you want. I promise not to ever write an uplifting verse for that company… I, on the other hand, will write for myself, and whether my readers are legion, or in penny numbers, the creation of the written word is what interests me. If I get a little smile of a pat on the back, then the better.

Don’t bang the Class, Educated, Inequality drum any more. The original poets were the Troubadours and they sang and recited their verses and stories to the common people and to the gentry, but I feel that the common people would have enjoyed them as much as their “betters”. It’s to do with aspiration, Steve and not education.

Tell him, Keith; he’ll listen to you.


Becky 5 years ago

My dad had to quit school in the 9th grade to help support the family. They were farmers and he was needed to help in the gardens. His father worked at an outside job but there were 12 kids and he was in the middle. None of the 12 completed school but still owned their own homes and were educated. Most of them got their GED's later in life so they could get better jobs or just because they felt the need. Most did not have to study for the test, which covers all general education requirements. They all passed in the top 25%.

Education is not all it is said to be. It is what you do with it. Class is nothing but a way to put people down below someone else.


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Twilight Lawns 5 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

Agreed. And that bit about "Education is not all it is said to be." rings so true with me. An ex-schoolmaster. i would hate to be in education today. I left when it was a wonderful job... just in time before our National Curriculum got its teeth into the poor little buggers.


Sunnie Day 5 years ago

Hi Ian..I ran across I believe a really talented writer that may have got lost in hubville unnoticed so just sharing his name so you could give a peak..."mjfarns"

Talk to you late,

Hugs,

Sunnie


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Twilight Lawns 5 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

I'll search him/her out.


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mjfarns 5 years ago from Bloomington, Illinois USA

You had me at the word "remonstrating" in your profile. I'm a Midwestern American, but I'm also an Anglophile. Long live the queen!


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Twilight Lawns 5 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

Long live the Queen, indeed, Mark. If it keeps Charles off the Throne.

Mind you, he and the Duchess of Cornwall turned up in Croydon (the Borough in which I live), yesterday, and apparently he was more sensible and understanding of the Rioters and the Situation after the damage and looting and arson that damaged the main town, than half the politicians and others who had pontificated about it.

I really liked your hub/poem/story about the care home... Don't be surprised to see something from me concerning such.


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Nellieanna 5 years ago from TEXAS

My dear, thank you. And in the highly unlikely event any of that ever materialized, I guarantee your "Babblings" will be required reading. They'll separate the real minds from the twiddlers and will keep me on my toes.

At this moment, after reading some of the powerhouse hubs which take strong umbrage with the HP powers that be with such keen and devastating precision, I must admit to feeling I'm a bit superfluous and "soft" in all I write on here. I'm not sure whether it's provided me a low-profile from whence to avoid the glare and flare of the bot-blows or if I need to be more aware & watching my back for when they catch up with me for ignoring the purpose of commercialization here and hardly ever dropping even one "keyword" to attract the hordes of ads and customers to skim over my stuff.

I feel oddly out of place among toweringly strong and fierce offenders/defenders. I think maybe a good night's sleep is in order! (yawn)


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Twilight Lawns 5 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

I feel a bit of a pussy cat when I read what they have to say and why they say ot and what stance they are defending. Hey ho!


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Nellieanna 5 years ago from TEXAS

Um. Yeah. I'm not even sure I relate to it even that much! ;) But it sort of makes me feel like I should or should try harder to! :0}

Sigh. . . The price of being an inveterate iconoclast. . . Hugs.


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Twilight Lawns 5 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

I love the Iconoclasts. A lovely family. Sir Hugh Iconoclast was Governor General of New Zealand or some such awful place, wasn't he? Tried to show those lazy buggers how to drink tea and eat cucumber sandwiches, but they were too interested in sheep to show any aptitude.

Elsie Iconoclast went on to marry a Scots Duke, and went barking mad by the time she was forty... never did the old bird a jot of disfavour in Court, however. They didn't notice a thing was out of place.


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Nellieanna 5 years ago from TEXAS

Oh, oh. And I'd so hoped those skeletons in the family history were spotlessly tucked away. One just never knows. Sir Hugh managed to juggle the truth rather gracefully, since most of his interaction was among the natives who thought his ways majestic. But Elsie (and my mother's name was Elcy - she was careful to change the spelling, don't you know!) - But, well - Elsie Iconoclast, daugher of Lucinda and Horace, yes, she was a bird of another feather. Most of the court may not have noticed her odd ways - but the Duke's kin did and they wrote volumes about her escapades and, I've heard, made a fortune of money off the royalties. I think there may be a film in the works. "The Iconoclasts of The Woods". ( A little fictionalization, you see.)


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Twilight Lawns 5 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

You see, Nellie, it all comes from being well connected. The Hoi Polloi wouldn't know what we were talking about; all the little intricacies of being the True Gentry would be beyond the poor dears.


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Nellieanna 5 years ago from TEXAS

Yes. It's the clever ploy of being "in plain view" but invisible. Such a handy feature of - ahem - True Gentry. Yes. (I'll never let on, - will you?)


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Angie Jardine 5 years ago from Cornwall, land of the eternally youthful mind ...

A little deep for a working class person like myself, TL but I appreciate its bleakness.

I am shocked and depressed to realise that it is even more relevant today than it was when you wrote it all those years ago. Or perhaps that is the constant nature of society ... in any age?

You are so good at drawing pictures for the imaginations of others ... x


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Twilight Lawns 5 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

Your secret is mine, Nellie, only to be divulged if there is sufficient remuneration.

I may be a good friend, but when it comes to Pounds and pence (and Dollars and cents, for that matter) I am always open to suggestion.

Ha ha ha!


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Twilight Lawns 5 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

Angie, when did this become a class issue?

It's all to do with writing thoughts and fings, Innit?

If you've been reading steve of ian fame, that might explain it, but the chap talks a load of bollocks, when he is trying to be deep. He should stick to what he does best. He is kind and caring and always ready to offer a helping hand to those who need it and also to those who take it for granted.

But to make social comment?

Nah! He never approved of Adolph Hitler, Jo Stalin, Attila the Hun, Maggie Thatcher... all decent chaps in their right, if a little soft on their enemies, if you ask me.

According to Steve, if a poem has more than five verses, and each verse doesn't have four lines in iambic pentameter, with a verse pattern: ABCB it's NOT a poem.

Thanks for coming along and having a read. Glad you appreciated the bleakness.


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Angie Jardine 5 years ago from Cornwall, land of the eternally youthful mind ...

Sorry, wingman ... I had been reading the comments, inc. Steve's, and was taking the p**s - extracting the micturition doesn't translate well to comments, does it?


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Twilight Lawns 5 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

He gets soooooooooooooo serious.


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BenWritings 5 years ago from Save me from, Tennessee

what an awesome write, Ian

So true. No one talks to their mothers anymore. I myself, have fallen into a state of indifference, just like society teaches us to, now.

My writing is the ONLY escape from this. Thanks for this one :]


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Twilight Lawns 5 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

These words were written so long ago, Ben, but even then I was older than you are now. But truth is timeless, and I feel that this is a truth all the way through.

Be as indifferent as society teaches, but don't forget, as I forgot, to clasp my mother to me and to tell her I loved her.

I thought that there would be time for all that, and suddenly, where she had been, there was just an empty space.


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Angie Jardine 5 years ago from Cornwall, land of the eternally youthful mind ...

Ben - if you realise your indifference you have already turned a corner and are able to change things. And I'm not sure that it is society that teaches us to be indifferent ... it may just be the natural order of things in animal life. Maybe it is not so much indifference as a healthy growing away to prepare you for when she is no longer there.

That said ... my mother died 18 months ago and we had a sometimes difficult relationship all through my life ... but I miss her more than I could ever have imagined and so have the inevitable regrets that I should have spent more time with her, especially when she was old. We did however tell each other we loved each other just the day before died. It was a healing for me ... for both of us, I hope.

Sorry to highjack your comments column, TL dear heart ...


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Twilight Lawns 5 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

Hijack or highjack ( don't know if one is an Americanism or not) as much as you want, I love reading all the stuff like what you put and then I read it and think that's good and other people read it and make comments and that's what hub pages is all about the end.


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Angie Jardine 5 years ago from Cornwall, land of the eternally youthful mind ...

Think the error was mine, wingman ... x Hijack looks right to me ... highjack sounds like some sort of drunken woodcutter. Right, I really am going now!


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Twilight Lawns 5 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

I wasn't sure and so I Googled it and they weren't sure.

Angie, I have spent the last hour trying to understand Adsense and and and and I am beginning to lose the will to live.

And to make matters worse (or even worserer) I went into the garden to see how my greengages were. They should be about perfect now, and the tree was LADEN, to discover that my reggae playing neighbour has scrumped the lot.

Every single one. But I can't prove it was him.

Grr


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Twilight Lawns 5 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

And he's big and fat and doesn't need to eat anything... especially my greengages.

I hope he falls off his bicycle.


Becky 5 years ago

How dare someone steal from an old man. Don't they have any decency? Did you call the constable's.


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attemptedhumour 5 years ago from Australia

Hi Ian, sorry mate i've had a hectic week playing soccer and having a beatles party. Class is a stupid word when it is coupled with stereotype. If people are to be lumped into groups, then maybe when they retire would be a more accurate gauge of what class other people might want to slot them into. I'm sure Steve meant no offense under the sticks and stones principle, but it does throw up a lively debate and there is nowt wrong with that. I'm just in a buoyant mood after discovering that some pillock had copied one, or more of my hubs, in another forum. The perfect compliment in my eyes, but sad also.

Apparently my mother could do the Times crossword in twenty minutes and was brilliant at general knowledge, something that my two brothers are also gifted at too. I'm the practical one, but not the funny one, as our Tony is one of the funniest buggers on the planet.

He got to the final of countdown in eight place, but got thrashed by the number one brain box. Oh well, i'm going to watch my Wolves tape and see if we can beat Fulham. Cheers mate, sorry i couldn't fathom out your poem, but it's the teachers fault and that bloody Maggie Thatcher.


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Twilight Lawns 5 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

I should have, Becky. But they might have come back next year and helped themselves... they were delicious LAST YEAR before that fat bicyclist got to them.


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Twilight Lawns 5 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

Keith, your comment brought back a poignant memory to me. My mother also had an amazing general knowledge, and also liked doing the crosswords.

At the end of her life, when she was dying of cancer, and on massive amounts of painkillers, because of the excruciating pain, I never heard her complain, except at one time she said:

"These wretched painkillers are so annoying. They blur the mind. Sometimes it takes me ages to do the crossword".

I said, trying to reassure her, "Don't worry. It's not that important. It's only a crossword".

To which she rejoined, "Oh I can do the Express crossword, Dear. It's far too simple. But the Telegraph crossword sometimes takes me half the morning to complete".


Becky 5 years ago

Maybe we need to put an electric fence around your tree so no one but you can get to it. Then let's watch the fun when the bloody blighters try to steal your fruit.


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Twilight Lawns 5 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

I was thinking about exactly that last night, Becky. The electric fence in my thoughts were hidden in the tree so that when the bugger got half way up he would get zapped KERPOW!! ZAPPO!! ZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!! etc, (as in Batman and Robin comics.


Becky 5 years ago

That is great. We could get a pig fence set up. Not very many can get in contact with them without the zzzzap. My grandfather could but not many.


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Twilight Lawns 5 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

Stramge. You must have seen him. When he's on his bicycle he looks like a pig hung out to dry on a fence.

Or am I being childish?

Yup!

But that's what makes me happy.


Sunnie Day 5 years ago

Ahhh Ian I remember you sending me a picture of the greedgadges or had told me about them..I can't remember...and looking forward to them growing..Im sorry..so not right..I would be mad too...I bought some big plums recently and they are in great supply right now..all the bugs got to my peach tree and I have two cantelope left and almost ready for the picking..again sorry...not sure how much smaller greengadges are compared to regular plums..just curious.


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Nellieanna 5 years ago from TEXAS

Ah - I've gotten too far behind here to catch up, so I'm just reading and enjoying the clever banter. (I've been doing a bit of writing and publishing of my own, you see.)

Sorry about your stolen fruit. sigh.


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Twilight Lawns 5 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

Isn't it silly. Greengages will be cheap in the shops now, but it's just the joy of wandering through my jungle of a garden and picking them off the tree. Warmed by the sun and tasting so similar to fresh honey you would not believe it.

I have Victoria plums that are really nice, but away from his fence, and the Czar plums were delicious, but only a few.

But the greengages... I look forward to them every year.

This man is so vile. No one likes him. NOISY!


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Twilight Lawns 5 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

I’m muddling through with reading hubs. I don't know where or how you get the time to answer people and leave such erudite comments, Nellie. And everybody else. I am lucky if I can say something like, "Thank you for coming and having a read".


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Nellieanna 5 years ago from TEXAS

Well - it's not a matter of length or wording, is it really?

And if I had plums & greengages to tend - (and to mourn when stolen viciously) - I would be even more pressed to answer people and make comments! It's not a contest anyway. People are thrilled when they get responses but they don't begrudge it when they don't always get a chance to.c Your every word is treasured anyhow.


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Twilight Lawns 5 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

You must be one of the loveliest persons on this planet.

Don't change, my friend, you are soooo lovely.

Hugs


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Nellieanna 5 years ago from TEXAS

As are YOU! :-)


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mckbirdbks 5 years ago from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas

Nellieanna it is true Twilight Lawns is the loveliest person on the planet. Twilight Lawns it is true Nellieanna is the loveliest person on the planet.


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Twilight Lawns 5 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

Thank you, Nellie, From the heart.


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Twilight Lawns 5 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

I bet you say that to all the loveliest people on the planet, Mike.

Ha ha!


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mckbirdbks 5 years ago from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas

TL I do indeed. I think that two elegant people have meet, you and Nellieanna seem to very much enjoy each others company.


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Twilight Lawns 5 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

Nellie is, I have no doubt, but I, on the other hand, am a cantankerous old (four letter word beginning with a letter and ending in a letter, and with two letters squidged in between).


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mckbirdbks 5 years ago from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas

Nellie's continued banter with you is proof positive that you misrepresent yourself.


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Twilight Lawns 5 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

You see, Mike, the very good and the very nice, tend to see themselves mirrored in others.

Nellie is such a lovely person; I think everyone on hub pages would agree on that, she could not be anything but. Her poetry and her philosophy on life and her caring nature could not be faked.

You, I tend to think, are also one or both of those.

The good and the pure see images of themselves in others, and find it difficult to imagine that there are others in this world who do not conform to their giving and caring characters.

As the profane, the harsh and the more base characters do not. and will not, accept that there are souls whose aims in life are to help, to nurture and to guide.


Becky 5 years ago

That is why we love you Ian. You are such a loving old coot (four letter word with a letter on each end and 2 letters in between).


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Twilight Lawns 5 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

I was just going to close down for the night, and I read your comment, Becky, and it made me laugh out loud.

Thank you. That will be in my mind as I drop off to sleep.

From your old coot,

x


Becky 5 years ago

Falling to sleep with a smile on your lips always brings sweet dreams.


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Twilight Lawns 5 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

Years ago, if i wanted to have dreams, all I had to do was go to sleep lying on my back, Now lying on my back gives me Restless Legs... Poor Old Coot.


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mckbirdbks 5 years ago from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas

"the very good and the very nice, tend to see themselves mirrored in others", oh, i had something humourous to say, but you are using Nellie as a shield. So, I'll just say thanks from one old coot to another.


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Twilight Lawns 5 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

The Beckyisms rub off, don't they?


Becky 5 years ago

Oh, you've named them now. LOL


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Twilight Lawns 5 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

Becky, you never followed through with the story of your son, Did I fry up there om the roof, or what happened?

I hope you don't think I'm prying.


Becky 5 years ago

He worked about 3 weeks and then the boss doesn't have any work. The spring has dried up. He is looking again and has some part-time temporary work for now.


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Twilight Lawns 5 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

I hope it all works out for him. Not a nice time to be out of work. As I said, it's a shame he is so far away, he could have replaced a few tiles.

No, I'm not taking the piss, It is a serious business, and tell him someone he doesn't even know is hoping that it all works out for him soon.


Becky 5 years ago

Thank you Ian. I will tell him and I appreciate it.


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Twilight Lawns 5 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

That's what friends and extended families are for Becky.


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Wayne Brown 5 years ago from Texas

For all that changes, nothing does it seems. It's just packaged in a different way...recycled through the generations....all a function of human nature. The poem is likely timeless. WB


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Twilight Lawns 5 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

I think I can take that as a compliment... but regardless, than you for coming and having a read and your nice comment.


Becky 5 years ago

David got a job today. 7:00am til 4:00pm, starting tomorrow morning. Laborer for a masonry company. Pay is good also. HOORAY!!!


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Twilight Lawns 5 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

Well done, David. And congratulations to you both.

x


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mckbirdbks 5 years ago from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas

I'll second that congratulations


Becky 5 years ago

Thanks for the congrats.


Doug Turner Jr. 5 years ago

It seems you've penned a diverse selection since I've dropped by, but I have a knack for sniffing out the good poetry. Yes, it's oft mentioned in the comments: I enjoy the timeless feel of this one. Still relevent. Perhaps when you wrote this, you were long-haired and free-loving, opinionated about the Vietnam war, and backpacking across Europe with a tin of freshly rolled joints. Or maybe not, but I'd like to hope so. Cheers, Ian.


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Twilight Lawns 5 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

Doug, my most respected author and poet, if I were to tell you what I was like when I wrote that you would be horrified.

I have never, in my youth had an egalitarian streak. I couldn't care about the poor and needy. I never marched for a good cause. I thought only about me and the way I could enjoy myself. Many people said that it was amazing that I could get through life without anybody beating the crap out of me.

On more than one occasion I have heard the following from mothers and fathers and concerned friends of people who were within my sphere,.: "I don't want you to mix with Ian. He's a nasty little hedonist, and he'll make you like that too".

And then, at the age when most people "grew up" and thought as a true conservative adult, I smashed the mould.

The person I am now is the person you would have liked me to be then.


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saddlerider1 5 years ago

Ian your comment back to Doug intrigues me. I to like myself much better now than I did back then in my youth, teen and young adult start to life. In many respects, the mould was always there, hiding lurking in the shadows waiting to be smashed.

For me it took many years of trials and tribulations for the real ME to surface. Your beautiful poem brought out the softer side of me, the person I am today not yesterday.Thank you Doug for your wonderful comment, it hit a nerve in Ian that I truly respect.


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Twilight Lawns 5 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

And a lovely comment from you too Saddlerider. I didn't have many years of trials and tribulations, really. I have always been lucky... some people would say I have been blessed. I started out with a sort of silver spoon in my mouth. It seems to have stayed there for most of my life. I think God had been very good to me. I took a few wrong turnings at times, but even they bore fruit.

But I will admit, that the milk of human kindness flows a little stronger in my veins now.

Great to see Doug back, isn't it?

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