Ballads/Poems/Lyrical Inspiration

[NeoMatrix]

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I cannot read any *.PDF file formats when I use this darn Acer Tablet, it's very painful to type/edit doc's with.
I have 3 separate PDF reader apps and none of them read PDF's when they're downloaded off CTN.
If I transfer the PDF to my PC they work fine..

I believe your "The soul of man".PDF may refer to Oscar Wildes "The Soul of Man Socialism" ?
Apology if I'm wrong on that.
Wilde makes a valid point in that he defines "Art as being a liberation of capitalism for the individual".
I should leave it at that, as I do not wish to diverge this thread into a polictical subject,
plus I'm not sure of the context in your PDF.
Thankyou for your input.... I'll try and read it soon as I can.

[Shadow]

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NeoMatrix,
Try downloading Foxit Reader for Android, I have it and it works like a charm.
" The Soul of The Man " is some thing that I wrote 15 years ago, after my dad died.
It is in no way associated with any other writings in print today or at that time

[NeoMatrix]

Re: Ballads/Poems/Lyrical Inspiration

NeoMatrix,
Try downloading Foxit Reader for Android, I have it and it works like a charm.
" The Soul of The Man " is some thing that I wrote 15 years ago, after my dad died.
It is in no way associated with any other writings in print today or at that time

Re Oscar Wilde
My apology for jumping to conclusions.
I cannot open your *.PDF file when it downloads from CTN. I have tried numerous times to D/L it.
I have installed Foxit reader as per your request, but I still can't get the file to decode.
It returns with file-corrupt-error. I can't even copy any of the multiple D/L's to a USB stick. I get the same error.
Are you able to post a text version ? PM me a text verion if you wish.

[Tonerbomb]

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VERY NICE !!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Shadow]

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The Soul Of The Man
His soul is with in all of us
He is our mentor
He is our guide
Our questions
He answers
We are small
He is bigger than life
We look up to him
He looks down upon us
For he is gone from this place now
His soul is not forgotten
Our hearts hold him dear
No one can take his place
For he is Dad
The man we love
Hold his memory in your heart
His soul is part of me
I am part of him
He guided me to who I am now
For this I love him dearly
He is my Dad
He is my mentor
I now fill the shoes of dad
will I do as good as he has done
I am dad
I am mentor
His soul I will carry always
My Dad.....My Mentor
is now me..

[NeoMatrix]

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The Grave of Gelert

'In the 13th century Llywelyn, prince of North Wales, had a palace at Beddgelert.
One day he went hunting without Gelert, "The Faithful Hound", who was unaccountably absent.
On Llywelyn's return the truant, stained and smeared with blood, joyfully sprang to meet his master.
The prince alarmed hastened to find his son, and saw the infant's cot empty, the bedclothes and floor covered with blood.
The frantic father plunged his sword into the hounds side, thinking it had killed his heir.
The dog's dying yell was answered by a child's cry. Llywelyn searched and discovered his boy unharmed,
but near by lay the body of a mighty wolf which Gelert had slain. The prince filled with remorse is said never to have smiled again.
He buried Gelert with full honours at the locataion called BEDDGELERT',which means "Grave of Gelert".


The tale of Gelert was immortalised further by the Hon W R Spencer (1769-1834), in his poem:

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'Beth-Gelert'

The spearman heard the bugle sound, And cheerily smiled the morn;
And many a brach, and many a hound, Obeyed Llewellyn's horn.
And still he blew a louder blast, And gave a louder cheer: "Come, Gelert,
come, why are thou last Llewellyn's horn to hear!
"Oh, where does faithful Gelert roam? The flower of all his race!
So true, so brave -- a lamb at home, A lion in the chase!"

'Twas only at Llewellyn's board The faithful Gelert fed;
He watched, he served, he cheered his lord, And sentinel'd his bed.
In sooth he was a peerless hound, The gift of Royal John
-But now no Gelert could be found, And all the chase rode on.

And now as over rocks and dells The gallant chidings rise,
All Snowdon's craggy chaos yells With many mingled cries.
That day Llewellyn little loved The chase of hart or hare;
And scant and small the booty proved, For Gelert was not there.
Unpleased Llewellyn homeward hied, When, near the portal-seat,
His truant, Gelert, he espied, Bounding his lord to greet.
But when he gained the castle-door, Aghast the chieftain stood;
The hound all o'er was smeared with gore --His lips, his fangs ran blood!

Llewellyn gazed with fierce surprise, Unused such looks to meet,
His favourite checked his joyful guise, And crouched and licked his feet.
Onward in haste Llewellyn passed --And on went Gelert too
--And still, where'er his eyes were cast, Fresh blood-gouts shocked his view!
O'erturned his infant's bed he found, The bloodstained covert rent,
And all around, the walls and ground, With recent blood besprent.
He called his child -- no voice replied; He searched -- with terror wild;
Blood! blood! he found on every side, But nowhere found the child!

"Hell-hound! my child's by thee devoured!" The frantic father cried;
And, to the hilt, his vengeful sword He plunged in Gelert's side!
His suppliant looks, as prone he fell, No pity could impart;
But still his Gelert's dying yell, Passed heavy o'er his heart.
Aroused by Gelert's dying yell, Some slumberer wakened nigh:
What words the parent's joy can tell, To hear his infant cry?
Concealed beneath a tumbled heap, His hurried search had missed,
All glowing from his rosy sleep The cherub-boy he kissed.
Nor scathe had he, nor harm, nor dread
--But the same couch beneath Lay a gaunt wolf, all torn and dead
--Tremendous still in death!

Ah! what was then Llewellyn's pain, For now the truth was clear;
The gallant hound the wolf had slain, To save Llewellyn's heir.
Vain, vain was all Llewellyn's woe; "Best of thy kind, adieu!
The frantic deed which laid thee low This heart shall ever rue!"

And now a gallant tomb they raise, With costly sculpture decked;
And marbles, storied with his praise, Poor Gelert's bones protect.
Here never could the spearman pass, Or forester, unmoved;
Here oft the tear-besprinkled grass Llewellyn's sorrow proved.

And here he hung his horn and spear, And there, as evening fell,
In fancy's ear he oft would hear Poor Gelert's dying yell.


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[NeoMatrix]

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The Soul Of The Man
His soul is with in all of us

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will I do as good as he has done
I am dad
I am mentor
His soul I will carry always
My Dad.....My Mentor
is now me..

Nice free verse composition. On first reading it I would lean toward it being a Eulogy, or a senior citizen's milestone birthday with family gathering. I would like to leave it there, because by not knowing the true situation for sure gives the reader an element of the unknown, which can make them reach for the tissue box...

Nice... I should hope you would frame your composition to an A4 picture frame and allow others to feel the moment.

[NeoMatrix]

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Disclaimer :
Before this thread gets any bigger I would like to point out to people that I do not consider my self an authority expert or critic for poerty/lyrics or the lanugage meter or prose any form. I perfer to just garner the inspritation from the many different works and styles the written word has to offer. While using this darn Acer-Andriod tablet, I find it's far easier to cut and paste from other sources than it is to do document battles on the touch screen keyboard. In saying that, all copyright belongs to all the original respective authors..

Neo

[NeoMatrix]

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I wrote this in a hurry, apology for any grama an spelling.

Pauls Adieu
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A true friend no doubt would help many out,
with a manual or two if they need it.
His firmware though late some say out of date,
but the offer was there if you needed it.

And many would shout as their text message pout
at the adverts he sent with his pleading.
For "I'm down on my luck and just needing a buck
for the best part can you all stop the seething".

Now it's all done and said and now some of us dread
that we didn't take some time off to know him.
For we know in our hearts that we played a small part
in a mans life cut short quite so early.

If I could got back in time I would not change my mind
for the most part I saw his pain looming.
And I knew once from then all he needed was a freind
and the offer I did extent with out booming.

And now time will pass by some with a tear in their eye
and the rest will require the facing,
for at the pearly gates we will face off with our mates
who will know in your heart of your pleading.

But it's not about cuss for the man was one of us
in the end his fear all for the seeing.
For his heart was hurt bad and leaving him sad
that he mght not make his next season.

And so his freinds rallied round to ease the pain down
till the heart aches could heal through the annuals
And from this moment on you'll hear Pauls favourite song
"for gods sake it's only a manual"

So eternal old freind your now on the mend
and for ever your safe from more worries.
And we're eternally great that you where our mate
in the end of this when where in heaven.

RIP buddy...

[NeoMatrix]

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A typical Australian Bush Ballard style of literature.
Aussie people like to express their spirit an adventure through literature.
It should be noted that Bob's name is a substitute/alias for the real character in the following poem.
The following poem draws inspiration from a Blackcat running around Copytechnet who run into a bit of bad luck.

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Dave's Demure (2014)
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Dave said "Bob old friend can you give me a hand,
I've put my arm in this machine to pull out a jamb.
T'was a good idea I thought,if it just went as planned,
But now I'm stuck with my arm an I can't feel my hand."

I feel tingling in my fingers but my arm is stuck fast.
Bob I'll need you to help me if I'm gonna save my ass.
There a driver beside me do you know how to use?,
At the rear and side covers there's a big heap of screws.
Do one at a time there no need to rush,
I'll try too explain it without to much fuss.

Dave I'm not sure I can do this,we should get some help,
from the fireman service they can best save your scalp.
No-no all will be fine I know machines well,
just a few more scews an all should be swell.
If you let those guys near it ,it will all come to pass
They'll just butcher the machine an I'll look a jackass.

Just a few more screws and the rail drops down,
I've got feeling in my hand; I can move my arm round.
Just a little bit more yes we'll soon be there fast,
Bob your a true bloody genius! my arms free at last!.

All that cursing an swearing we've both done real well,
Now we've got some explaining an a real story to tell.
Do we hold our heads high or bow them down low,
for the gossip and rumours will bruise our ego.
Never mind what they say Bob for you did it with class
On that fine Thursday morning when you saved poor Dave's ass.

(To Daves friend Bob...)