Next Meeting of Pimento poets.....

We’ll be meeting in the Library, Central Lincoln this coming Tuesday.....9th April, 2019.....starting at 10.30 am. Please bring some new poems to read and  we will probably be planning some public readings over the course of the next few months........

Pimento poets launch new work....

The latest work of Pimento poets!

A new anthology of poems written by members of this Long established Lincoln group.

See below of details of the launch in Lincoln at a free event.

Pimento poets launch new anthology.....

• Pimento poets would like you to Save this date for your diary!
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• Saturday, 23 March 2019 from 14:00-16:30

• Mansions of the Future 15-16 St Marys Street, LN5 7EQ Lincoln, Lincolnshire

• At this free event, hosted by Blue Nib, Pimento poets will launch their new anthology, ‘A view from the steep’.

NB: Pimento poets will be attending the event to read their work.

Out of school.....

Each morning from Monday to Friday
Just beyond the birds eating, treating
Beyond the browned beech hedging,
Children stroll to the school bus.
From right to left across my view
Of birds and hedge.
Each carries a days supplies to the front line.

At 4.30 pm precisely
The same children,
Across my eyeline,
From left to right,
Ignore the swooping birds

Worn down already
With the backpack of evening doom.

Being at the ditch has wearied them
So they neither see bird
Nor the blue skied sunniness
Of a February Valentine.
Nor me peeking at them from a foreign clime.

Whilst they have trudged
From here to there
And back again.

I have written a poem.

New anthology for Pimento.

We have a new anthology coming out in March with contributions from all our members. I think it will be a stalwart effort to get it all done. It’s to celebrate 25 years of Pimentos existence.

Published through Amazon, it will be interesting to see our final results and to have a launch in Lincoln at the end of March.

Pimento meetings in 2019....

We now meet on Tuesdays once a month at the Lincoln Library. Good venue with a round table and chairs for the dozen of us!

Plenty of superb poetry and stimulating discussion.

May it long continue.....

Pensions and poetry.....

Joy of joys we have an increase in our pension provision for 2019. It says an increased percentage of 2.60 % but since I can’t access the details then I can’t prove it. I think we’re running a little better than inflation.
Does this mean a little more spending money in Rome or Durham?
Carol says she wants me staying around for another Ten years.....at least. That’s worth a small fortune to both of us......

Now can I manage another ten years of increasing pensions, increasing pains and aches and increasing the range and quality of my poetry.....

The Poet Continues…..to walk the walk….

Walking the walk......

I saw a man walking today.
We were in the Chrysler 300c, heading to Aldi’s
Via
The deviation
Because of roadworks on  Canwick Hill.

I was coming to a low level bridge
In Washingborough
And saw him
In and out  of the corner
Of an eye.

Why he registered,
I don’t know for sure.

Went on our way,
Shopped at Aldi’s for £64.08p
And got our deisel at Tesco’s.
With the voucher, we saved over £8.00.

We travelled back towards Nocton
Without a hitch at Cannock Hill.

On the outskirts of Branston,
There he was
Again.

The man at the bridge.
How could he have walked so far?
Where was he going?

He was tall, grey haired, long haired
Curley haired,
Dressed mostly in black.
Looked like an ex-rocker.
Head held high aimed at the Horizon.

Was my flitting feeling of jealousy
Something to do with his purpose and gait?
What gracious thoughts had he magiced
Whilst I had been raiding some shelves.

Did I see a pencil sticking out of his top pocket

© Vernon Goddard.

What a bumper crop we've had this year…..

Hiraeth: the meaning…..

Its not just longing
Its belonging
Its beckoning
Calling
Rejoicing
Singing
From and in and to the hills
And Vales
And Wales.

Its Knowing
In the heart land
Be coming home
Wanting
Yearning
Burning
From and in and to.

Its memory
Fading
And awake
Remembering
The small and tiny
Pebbles on a beach
A summer peach
And speech
The preach of pulpit
From and in and to.

The beauty of a Blue
A mist
A time
Our time
The chime of Llandaff bells
Falling fading
River wading
Waters cascading
The drizzle of a drizsling
Singing gently gently
From and in and to.

The dark deep
Of a Forest sweep
The hollow steep
The hollow weep
Of gathering night
A last  ing sight
Before the flight
To sleep
From and in and to……

Vern September song 2018