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David Agnew


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Age: 65
Sign: Virgo

City: Leeds
Country: UK
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Wednesday, October 28, 2009 

Category: Writing and Poetry
Perception


She bought me a ball,
plastic,
yellow and red.

I took it out,
played with it,
turned it over
in my hands,
thought
"What use is this?"

"Throw it gently
in the air."
she said
"Catch it
as it falls."

I threw it up,
watched the red
of its outside
disappear.
When it landed
in my hand
it was yellow.




Ó 2009 David Agnew
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Tuesday, October 20, 2009 

Category: Writing and Poetry
It is not often that I get a poem out of one of my own workshops, but last Saturday I did  - 

Knowing


I can see through you.
And yet it does not help me
to know you better.

Your shadow passes
across the landscape
before me. I want
to know you better.

Have you come into my life
to fight me or embrace me?
May I know you better?

And will you dance with me,
fill in, for me, the gaps,
let me see you whole
so I can know you better?

Sit down beside me
on the grass, let us talk
of who you are and who I am
until we know each other better.




Ó 2009 David Agnew

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Sunday, October 04, 2009 

Category: Writing and Poetry
I attended a poetry workshop last week in which the themes were - Peace, Heroes and Heroines.  I have problems taking poetry workshops seriously - hence the following poem.

I should point out that it is in no way auto-biographical.  *Smile*

David

Heroes


I spent all afternoon
looking through
my knicker drawer;
problem was
none of them were suitable.

I had to disqualify
those with holes in the backside,
white ones - too plain,
those which played music when squeezed,
or with pictures of Fred Flintstone,
or which said Glentoran Football Club,

and the ones I was keeping as souvenirs,
a thong that got left behind when she left,
the lace ones I bought her for Christmas,
and the ones she said were her favourite.

It is clearly impossible
to be a super-hero
if you have no knickers
to wear on the outside.




Ó 2009 David Agnew
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Sunday, September 27, 2009 

Category: Writing and Poetry
Ninth September 2009

The sun had already
cleared the horizon
by the time I awoke;
another year older,
some the wiser,
glad to be alive,

my head full of caves,
castles, sandy beaches,
fairy glens and magic,

of people, special people,
one still asleep in bed,
others scattered across
continents, who made,
and make, a difference.

"If I had known" the man said
"that I would live this long,
I would have taken
better care of myself."

That may be true.

Yet, as I stand here
on a balcony
early in September
smoking a cigarette,
feeling heat from the sun,
I am truly grateful.




Ó 2009 David Agnew


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Monday, August 31, 2009 

Category: Blogging
Hi all,

I am around but only for a few days.

I thoroughly enjoyed the writers' retreat. A lot got written and I am now trying to sort the wheat from the chaff. Hopefully I will post something later.

I am currently very busy -

-    Organising a second printing of my book with a revised back cover

-    Helping edit an anthology which the Leeds Writers' Circle are producing -     hopefully available for Christmas

-    With a group of friends investigating the possibility of setting up a small publishing house in Leeds so that we can publish new writers of quality.

-   I am going on holiday to Northern Irelsnd for a fortnight at the end of this week. Hoping to see some old and new friends and also visit the coves and caves of the North Antrim coast  -  looking forward to that.

So I won't be around much until the end of September. I will try to catch up with some blogs over the next few days.

However my friends on My Space are important to me so I will not be leaving this space.

I will try to get some more time on here when I can

All my best to you all.

David
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Tuesday, August 04, 2009 

Category: Writing and Poetry
I will be away for about three weeks at a writers' community.

There will be limited access to the internet and I might well choose not to use it.

So I thought I would leave you with this true story which fascinated me.

One of the earliest poems I wrote was called "A Fairy Story". It is one of my own favourites and is included in my first book - Walking into Eternity.

My friend Tokarma, who lives in South Australia, was inspired by the poem to paint a picture.

The picture now hangs in a prominent place in my lounge.

My friend Carole visited last Saturday and said - "Every time I look at that picture I am reminded of the lake at Castle Howard." (Castle Howard is a stately home in Yorkshire, England)

Now then, some facts -

When I wrote the poem the image of the lake at Castle Howard was in my head.

Carole did not know that.

Tikarma did not know that.

Tikarma could have no idea what the lake at Castle Howard looks like - it is at the opposite side of the world from her.

So the image of the lake has clearly transmitted itself via me to the poem, via the poem to Tikarma, via Tikarma to her painting and via her painting to Carole.

There is more connectivity in the world than we are aware of. But we should celebrate it.

David

A Fairy Story

Once upon a time
as I sat on the grass
looking over the lake
a beautiful fairy
sat down beside me.

She held my hand, stroked
the back of it gently
and asked me why I was
crying. I had not known
that I was crying.

I don’t know, I said.
Perhaps I am happy
or perhaps I am sad,
but whatever I said
the tears would not stop.

I said that the peace,
the surroundings and the
beauty filled me with awe.
Who was I to enjoy
such beautiful things?

She allowed me to
cry. She allowed me to
sob. She allowed me to
feel a despair. She just
kept stroking my hand.

You are beautiful
too David she said. You
belong with beautiful
things. Why else would I come
to sit by your side?






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Tuesday, July 28, 2009 

Category: Writing and Poetry
Peace Process



It was all very well
me pushing a brick
out of the wall
in order that
I could hold your hand,

But then

when the whole bloody thing
came tumbling down
we were left wide-eyed,
smiling, and saying
"How the hell did that happen?"





Ó 2009 David Agnew
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Tuesday, July 21, 2009 

Category: Writing and Poetry
This is a poster for some of the workshops whivh I have planned for this year and next.

Please book on the course, pass the information on to your friends, print off the poster and post it a place where people can see it. Every little bit of publicity helps.

*Smile*

Thank you

David





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Saturday, July 11, 2009 

Category: Writing and Poetry
This poem and the two previous poems posted were all written at about the same time. They are all, I guess, different ways of exploring the same thing. I thought, seeing as I had posted the other two, I might as well post this one as well.

David

Clarity arrives

when I am prepared
to sit long enough
in a depth of silence,

when I am prepared
to filter out the
darkness and just listen,

when I am prepared
to connect fully
with what acceptance means,

when I am prepared
to put aside ego,
listen with my inner self.

Then, and only then,
clarity arrives




Copyright     2009     David Agnew
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Tuesday, July 07, 2009 

Category: Writing and Poetry
Following on from some comments and messages on my previous blog I have decided to post this one as well.

Let me know what you think.

David

Silence


I lean back on the sofa
beside an open window,
close my eyes, listen to
a variety of birdsong,
wind rustling through the bushes;
the sound of silence.

Yet then, I am inclined
to let my mind wander
into dark or sometimes mundane
places full of doubt,
uncertainty and fear.
I bruise the silence.




Ó 2009 David Agnew
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