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William Messent Poems
Listening to Bach
I crave the timeless peace and joy This music often brings To souls with whom the world would toy And run around in rings.
Music in the Air
When life seems tough and full of care And things go wrong at every turn, Reach out, there's music in the air.
The Shipping Forecast (2012)
While sailing by beyond the fringe I caught a song by Ronald Binge, Heralding the Shipping Forecast - "Attention, all at sea! "
She always loved chrysanthemums, my mum. Those long-lived strong proud stems, topped with blooms of vibrant colour,
Sir John Betjeman (1906 - 1984)
In memoriam, Sir John Betjeman. He was a nature-loving gentle man, Anglican by faith, a genial fellow As bright and colourful as Piper's window,
ROY G BIV
Old Newton in his darkened room refracting prism colours.
An Ancient Alchemy, Quaint combination:
The Shipping Forecast
Six minutes to six. I'm ready for tea, The forecast for shipping - what is in store? My chair is a vessel far out on the sea, Rain, moderate or good, occasion'ly poor.
Spring Hopes, Eternal
The January snow has thawed and gone at last And in its wake a single snowdrop stands: It grew unseen beneath a shining shroud Which melted to reveal the hope of Spring,
Beyond the Grave
The brightest green and dullest grey - The colours of the cemetery. The ancient yew tree, centuries old, Still welcomes all into the fold.
The gulled sky shrieks above a mournful sea; In the grey austerity, the wind moans. Like candyfloss, spun by the waves,
You know, it's strange how much our sense of smell Associates itself with past events. The slightest whiff is all we need to dwell A hundred miles away or decades hence.
Soggy Sidmouth (Sunday 29 April 2012)
Grey and wet, A soggy Sidmouth Greets the stalwart Sunday trippers,
The Tree of Health
My friend, one hundred years you've stood With outstretched arms in Ashbury Wood; Expecting little, giving much, I wish that man would be as such.
Comments about William Messent
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821)
Listening to Bach
I crave the timeless peace and joy
This music often brings
To souls with whom the world would toy
And run around in rings.
Careless of mood, the master speaks
With string and pipe and voice;
No other strain my spirit seeks,
My Desert Island choice.
His counterpoint and melody
Shine through when days are dark;
None brings such solace yet, but he:
Johann Sebastian Bach.