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Glen Bagshaw's First Collection
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5 poems by Glen Bagshaw, recited by Dawn Sinclair. Accompanying music: Moments, composed and performed by Andrew Foyston
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Born Poets is a poetry forum with emphasis on respectful but thorough critique. Until now, we were limited to the written word but it was decided that it would be both helpful and entertaining if we could also hear each other's poems as well as reading them, so we have set up this page for our members who wish to have their poems heard as well as read. It's not impossible that some of the poems will be accompanied by music too, as many of aour mmembers are also musicians. If you like what you hear on this site and want to find out more, please feel free to visit our forum at http://bornpoets.proboards23.com/ If you're a poet yourself and would like to share your works with us and maybe have your poem featured on this page, please feel free to joins us, we always welcome new members. But please bear in mind, this is a critique based forum and whilst our critiques are always friendly, respectful and thoughtful, it's not the place for you if you don't want critique on your poems. But we're a friendly, if slightly mad, bunch and there's always room for one more!
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Podcasts Poetry
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Peak #35
Peak in subgenre #4
Author
Glenn Bagshaw/Andrew Foyston
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Glenn Bagshaw/Andrew Foyston
Uploaded
May 03, 2007
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MP3 3.8 MB 128 kbps 4:09
Story behind the song
Glenn asked Dawn to have a go at performing some of his wonderful poems and this is the first collection.
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1. A LIfe by Birds Collection1 Dedicated to the niceness of my mentor, Dawn - At her birth, the morning lark fan-tailed light and thrushed through dark. As she grew, the sparrow's song lofted high. Her life flew long. In her descent the crows would caw and dimly raven shapes she saw. The shroud then loomed, downy pale, wings swept in, Death, the nightingale. ~~~~~~~~~ 2. On the WAy As I travelled to Caringtown I thought that love now keeps all worlds. Some sparrows, tune-flown, dovetailed down as I travelled to Caringtown.... Then twosomes vowed old love's renown. I saw the wind kiss water's curls. As I travelled to Caringtown I thought that love now keeps all worlds. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 3. Springhill, Nova Scotia I had a little chrome-faced clock. I had a whirling dervish toy. I had my dad. He delved deep rock. 'Some day you'll be like me, my boy.' First down the mines when just thirteen. He'd joke the devil lives damn well. One day a 'quake shook up the scene. He'll lodge long-term in Hell's hotel. Those sucking pits I'll soon descend. My son, he stares. What does he see? Perhaps he too can't understand: a day will find him just like me... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 4. Grand Love One day grand love had somehow hit like metal rain from Messerschmitt... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 5. Herrick Is Heaven! Our faded loves return to bloom, cling to thriving Spring, scale sky's tall room. So flowers shiver, foresee winter And like the maids they were, now wither
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