{"id":83,"date":"2012-08-06T12:28:00","date_gmt":"2012-08-06T11:28:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.artsrainbow.com\/coventryfolkclubs\/2012\/08\/06\/poems-from-folks-magazine-1978\/"},"modified":"2012-08-06T12:28:00","modified_gmt":"2012-08-06T11:28:00","slug":"poems-from-folks-magazine-1978","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.artsrainbow.com\/coventryfolkclubs\/2012\/08\/06\/poems-from-folks-magazine-1978\/","title":{"rendered":"Poems from Folks Magazine – 1978"},"content":{"rendered":"

\nPoems from Folks Magazine<\/span><\/b>
\nCoventry folk magazine edited by Pete Willow<\/b> 78 \/ 79<\/p>\n

Q OF Q’S by Pete Rigg<\/b><\/p>\n

The Qizzard of Quixel has mislaid his quill
\nIn a delinquent moment of thought!
\nHe suspect that he left it just here on the sill
\nbut he isn’t as young as he ought.<\/p>\n

Profounding the purpose he ponders his choice:
\nTo confess himself victim of fate?
\nOr retreat to a corner and practice his voice –
\nAnd hope he’s not left it too late!<\/p>\n

……………………<\/p>\n

Preparation for Progress – by Pete Willow<\/b><\/p>\n

See the waterfall give way
\nhear the sudden cease of sound
\nfeel the humid beast of day
\npray upon the crumbling ground.<\/p>\n

Smell the roses taste the fungus
\ndon’t stop there – there’s more to come
\nuse the senses dropped among us
\ncosmic anatomic bomb<\/p>\n

there’s more to this than meets the eye
\nthe nose the tongue the nerve the ear
\nwe’ve many more in store set by
\nfor revelation when it’s near<\/p>\n

for evolution now its here.<\/p>\n

…………………….<\/p>\n

HYPOTHESIS – by Pete Willow<\/b><\/p>\n

the telephone voice is in the mind
\nthe speaker is not really there
\nthe misty source you cannot find
\nbetween your ears beneath the hair<\/p>\n

A personality to sell
\nwithout the visual technique
\ncommended by a ringing bell
you sit and listen to him speak<\/p>\n

he imitates your every friend
\nbeyond perception of the eye
\nand also strangers with no end
\nof proposition’s to imply<\/p>\n

a telephone is tangible
\nobtained by those who wish to show
\nthat though life is material
\nthey do believe in GPO
\n……………………..<\/p>\n

OFFSEASON by Nick Lawrence<\/b><\/p>\n

The last crisp packet flutters slowly to the ground,
\nThe streets all lie deserted, devoid of human sounds;
\nSoon the winter winds come rushing through
\nall these untidy tired ports we knew;
\nsummer months of wear and tear
\nLeave paths for only sheep to stand and stare;
\nRocks crumbled by the dust of hurried feet
\nare washed down again by driving sleet
\nchilled by the icy northern blasts
\ntearing down man’s futile summer tasks;
\nI see the land that used to be
\nwashed down again by rain and sea.<\/p>\n

I breath sharp air with salty tang
\nas all around me blow lazy summer sands
\nsoon jagged cliffs and sheltered caves
\nare set free in autumnal green and mauve;
\nonce again the fulmar flies
\non stiff-winged swoops and lofty glides;
\ncliff-tops bare and gullies harsh
\nsweep rain from moorland into marsh<\/p>\n

And suddenly I know I’ve been shown
\nall such beauty is not for my eyes alone;
\nIf like me you’d stayed and seen
\nThe winter moon on wet sands gleam
\nand heard the thundering of the waves
\nwhistling with the wind through Merlin’s cave,
\nYou’d see that man is just a passing phase
\nthat time and patience will erase
\nfor the wave that sweeps the human race
\nout of time and out of place
\nwill leave the rocky cliffs and sandy bays
\nfor only the eyes of sheep to gaze;<\/p>\n

Forever with the changing tides…..<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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