It's a short poem and I wondered what people might think in terms of its quality and emotional appeal. I have a reason for asking. I should stress that I AM NOT the author.
Waiting! Waiting!
Waiting for a letter
Waiting every day.
Will a letter ever come
Telling me good news?
Will a letter ever come
Telling me any news?
A knock on the door
A knock on the door
A letter has come
A letter has come.
Bad news! Bad news!
He's dead! He's dead!
Oh what can I do
Now he's dead?
@c-j-horse saidA gallant effort! 🙂
It's a short poem and I wondered what people might think in terms of its quality and emotional appeal. I have a reason for asking. I should stress that I AM NOT the author.
Waiting! Waiting!
Waiting for a letter
Waiting every day.
Will a letter ever come
Telling me good news?
Will a letter ever come
Telling me any news?
A knock on the door
A knock on the door ...[text shortened]...
A letter has come.
Bad news! Bad news!
He's dead! He's dead!
Oh what can I do
Now he's dead?
A big thumbs up for you too!
-VR
@C-J-Horse
I rewrote it old chap. (Hope you don't mind? )
She waits for a letter,
like the burning of a fuse,
its content may destroy her
but she's desperate for news.
'He's dead he's dead!'
the letter cries,
what can she do,
but wipe her eyes?
@ghost-of-a-duke saidNo his was better!
@C-J-Horse
I rewrote it old chap. (Hope you don't mind? )
She waits for a letter,
like the burning of a fuse,
its content may destroy her
but she's desperate for news.
'He's dead he's dead!'
the letter cries,
what can she do,
but wipe her eyes?
Stop trying to put words in his mouth! 😉
-VR
Where have all the flowers gone
Long time passing
Where have all the flowers gone
Long time ago
Where have all the flowers gone
Young girls pick them, every one
Oh, when will they ever learn
Oh, when will they ever learn
Where have all the young girls gone
Long time passing
Where have all the young girls gone
Long time ago
Where have all the young girls gone
Gone for husbands, every one
Oh, when will they ever learn
Oh, when will they ever learn
Where have all the husbands gone
Long time passing
Where have all the husbands gone
Long time ago
Where have all the husbands gone
Gone for soldiers, every one
Oh, when will they ever learn
Oh, when will they ever learn
Where have all the soldiers gone
Long time passing
Where have all the soldiers gone
Long time ago
Where have all the soldiers gone
Gone to graveyards, every one
Oh, when will they ever learn
Oh, when will they ever learn
Where have all the graveyards gone
Long time passing
Where have all the graveyards gone
Long time ago
Where have all the graveyards gone
Gone to flowers, every one
Oh, when will they ever learn
Oh, when will they ever learn
Where have all the flowers gone
Long time passing
Where have all the flowers gone
Long time ago
Where have all the flowers gone
Young girls have picked them, every one
Oh, when will they ever learn
Oh, when will they ever learn.
Pete Seegar
@rookie54 saidOne of Pete Seeger's songs?
Where have all the flowers gone
Long time passing
Where have all the flowers gone
Long time ago
Where have all the flowers gone
Young girls pick them, every one
Oh, when will they ever learn
Oh, when will they ever learn
Where have all the young girls gone
Long time passing
Where have all the young girls gone
Long time ago
Where have all the young girls gone
Gon ...[text shortened]... picked them, every one
Oh, when will they ever learn
Oh, when will they ever learn.
Pete Seegar
-VR
@very-rusty saidyer mind is an amazing gravity well
One of Pete Seeger's songs?
-VR
nothing escapes you, eh?
@ghost-of-a-duke saidNot great to be honest old chap. Doggerel, really.
@C-J-Horse
I rewrote it old chap. (Hope you don't mind? )
She waits for a letter,
like the burning of a fuse,
its content may destroy her
but she's desperate for news.
'He's dead he's dead!'
the letter cries,
what can she do,
but wipe her eyes?
I'll say again. I didn't write it.
@c-j-horse saidI know sir, that's why I gave honest feedback.
Not great to be honest old chap. Doggerel, really.
I'll say again. I didn't write it.
(Prolific repetition in a poem rarely works).
@Ghost-of-a-Duke
All I can say it - 'No news is good news' (as it was about news).
Good contributions.