tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post8113827746738515929..comments2024-03-29T14:38:14.572+00:00Comments on Yorkshire Pudding: PoemYorkshire Puddinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-10461461289391598152012-09-16T21:27:55.066+01:002012-09-16T21:27:55.066+01:00I only glanced at the poem and have come straight ...I only glanced at the poem and have come straight here. I hope you'll forgive me YP, but from the comments it sounds that it is a brilliant, but sad poem about old age, and as two dear old friends of mine are ailing at the moment (perhaps due to the cold snap) I'll read it at a later date when I'll be able to deal with it better...Katehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12453125929159161583noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-21915073350695974172012-09-13T18:24:11.786+01:002012-09-13T18:24:11.786+01:00HELEN Again, it pleases me that this poem resonate...HELEN Again, it pleases me that this poem resonated with you.<br />MOUNTAIN THYME If I might be so bold, the way I re-wrote your first comment proves that you DO indeed write poems ma'am!<br />RHYMES WITH... As I am not yet old I have still to smell "Neutra-gena" soap. Tell me good sir - what does it smell like?<br />ARCTIC FOX Any more vicious comments like that one and I'll write a poem about you...pursued across the moors above Marsden by red-coated huntsmen..."Tally-ho!"Yorkshire Puddinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-13789584579974660092012-09-13T13:08:12.557+01:002012-09-13T13:08:12.557+01:00cheer up you miserable sod!cheer up you miserable sod!ArcticFoxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07406779213296821110noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-38284916834400823212012-09-12T13:25:48.877+01:002012-09-12T13:25:48.877+01:00This comment has been removed by the author.rhymeswithplaguehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10870439618129001633noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-582587838274763262012-09-12T13:25:10.287+01:002012-09-12T13:25:10.287+01:00Every week at the Methodist Church I attend, the p...Every week at the Methodist Church I attend, the pastor calls all the young children down to the front, where she sits on a little folding chair on their level and has a "children's sermon" on the same subject she will be speaking about later to the congregation. Last week the point she wanted to make included passing around a bar of Neutra-gena soap among the assembled group. Just as she launched into her sermon, one little boy was heard to say, "It smells like old people." <br /><br />I thought of that amusing incident as I was reading your poem.rhymeswithplaguehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10870439618129001633noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-13771704931829127602012-09-12T02:08:28.683+01:002012-09-12T02:08:28.683+01:00You forget, Mr. Pudding, that I do not write poems...You forget, Mr. Pudding, that I do not write poems....but I do not want to leave this life with dreams undreamt.Peace Thymehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17361079101751470855noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-15088097578641506382012-09-11T23:32:29.036+01:002012-09-11T23:32:29.036+01:00It seems your poem strikes a chord with all of us....It seems your poem strikes a chord with all of us. With our three 90 year olds it sends a shiver down my spine. I would hate to think the end was like that for them.Helsiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15136273834165751276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-30529556059458743662012-09-11T19:14:37.484+01:002012-09-11T19:14:37.484+01:00SHOOTING PARROTS I am so pleased that you were abl...SHOOTING PARROTS I am so pleased that you were able to "connect" with this poem and that it "rang bells" for you.<br />JAN BLAWAT It is tragic to think of older people, so close to help but unable to access it - trapped in the "security" of their own homes, Just occasionally I think I ought to have a mobile phone for those occasions when I'm walking in wild country on my own.<br />MOUNTAIN THYME It's as if you have just begun a spin-off poem:-<br />My heart is aching<br />For that forlorn soul<br />Full of memories<br />And love<br />And promises yet to come<br />My hand is shaking <br />For a feint pulse<br />Beating along veins<br />The golden ore <br />Of life<br />And dreams undreamt...<br />JENNY Thank you. As with Mr Parrots, I am so pleased that the poem touched you and co-incided with some of your own views on urban isolation and old age.Yorkshire Puddinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-76223294336793287502012-09-11T18:19:57.112+01:002012-09-11T18:19:57.112+01:00A very moving poem, YP and a worthy winner.A very moving poem, YP and a worthy winner.Jennytchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13621488409334115930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-33572272091384299412012-09-11T18:03:37.331+01:002012-09-11T18:03:37.331+01:00Wow! My heart is aching for that forlorn soul ful...Wow! My heart is aching for that forlorn soul full of memories and love and promises yet to come.Peace Thymehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17361079101751470855noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-76458532893491369772012-09-11T15:36:58.380+01:002012-09-11T15:36:58.380+01:00You've given me good reason to appreciate that...You've given me good reason to appreciate that my son still lives at home. And that I have a cell phone. <br /><br />Five years ago I was on the floor a couple of times, wondering if I'd ever get up. You've captured that feeling very well. Jan Blawathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06697621979002856884noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13883584.post-7015561600201546192012-09-11T14:26:43.136+01:002012-09-11T14:26:43.136+01:00I don't normally comment on your poems because...I don't normally comment on your poems because I'm not much of a poetry person to pass criticism for good or ill, but I found this one particularly moving. It reminded me very much of some of the old people I have known, their determination to be independent and the loneliness that this often entails, even when there is a busy world outside. Thank you.Shooting Parrotshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07503757845024102476noreply@blogger.com