Welcome to The Weston Mercury Forums | Login | Join | Settings

Grand Pier - the fire and the future

Topic has 8 replies.

Print Search
Sort Posts:    
Clare Hayes - Web Editor is not online. Last active: 03/12/2009 15:38:06 Clare Hayes - Web Editor

Not Ranked
Joined on 21/04/2008
Posts 105
Pier poems
Reply Quote

THE LAST LAUGH

Our tears are shed for you like the weeping dewdrops

On the petals of a flower from a cold night.

Your absence Grand Pier blackens a bright tomorrow.

There’s no greater sorrow than to recall times of joy

With you.

Why had it to be a fire that caused you to say

Farewell to the happiness you brought,

Now hello to sadness?

Now you have gone, just like that,

Out of the blue.

We cannot help but shed more tears

As we remember those happy, loving,

And wonderful years

On one of England’s greatest Piers.

 

By Ron Ellis


   Report 
Clare Hayes - Web Editor is not online. Last active: 03/12/2009 15:38:06 Clare Hayes - Web Editor

Not Ranked
Joined on 21/04/2008
Posts 105
Re: Pier poems
Reply Quote

HOME THOUGHTS FROM A WESTONIAN ABROAD

(Probably somewhere in Lancashire)

 

There’s a famous seaside town called Weston

That’s noted for mud and its pier,

And so sadly came the news last week

That no one wanted to hear.

It was the worst thing that could have happened

The realisation of everyone’s fear,

When Westonians and tourists alike

Stood together to shed a tear.

 

The media rushed down in their droves,

With their dishes and mikes so we could hear                                     

How the flames had, so dreadfully, consumed

Weston’s newly re-furbished pier.

Well the media had their circus,

They gave us shots that seemed quite ***……

Of small boys poking about

In the floating charred remains but soon it was clear

They were fishing about in the flotsam

To give it out as a souvenir.

 

But Weston will brave it through,

Many a plan will be passed next year

To make the pier bigger and better,

To restore what Westonians hold dear.

But planners please take care,

Give us something that’ll make your career

And certainly don’t put a chip shop

As we want no more fireworks at the end of the pier.

 

So Weston needs love and attention,

It needs style and a chance for you to steer

Innovation and culture its way,

Something to draw crowds from far and near.

Weston has for generations had those who care and want it to succeed,

So push forward and rise like the bird and re-build Weston’s ruddy pride and its pier.

 

CHRISTINE PATEL

(With thanks to Albert R.I.P.) 

    

 

 

 

  

 


   Report 
Clare Hayes - Web Editor is not online. Last active: 03/12/2009 15:38:06 Clare Hayes - Web Editor

Not Ranked
Joined on 21/04/2008
Posts 105
Re: Pier poems
Reply Quote

The smoke went high into the air
It spread both far and wide
The flames were red beneath the sky
The day the pier died
Now a tangled mass is left
Where once the children played
The rides, the slot machines have gone
And all the goods displayed
Soon now we hope it will be built
With everything expanding
So in another hundred years
Our pier will still be standing

D A Hutchings
Churchill Road, Weston


   Report 
Clare Hayes - Web Editor is not online. Last active: 03/12/2009 15:38:06 Clare Hayes - Web Editor

Not Ranked
Joined on 21/04/2008
Posts 105
Re: Pier poems
Reply Quote

The grand lady has gone from Weston
We miss her already you know
We took her for granted for so many years
It's devastating she had to go

Such a fun place for so many people
And there for a downpour of rain
Something for everyone under her roof
No wonder we feel such pain

A tangled mess is all that is left
and countless people are bereft
She stood so proudly through the years
No wonder so many are moved to tears

A sadness came over me early today
When i saw what was left on the pier
Like a phoenix she'll rise from the ashes
Our Grand Pier which we hold so dear

 

Brenda Jackson
Portishead


   Report 
Clare Hayes - Web Editor is not online. Last active: 03/12/2009 15:38:06 Clare Hayes - Web Editor

Not Ranked
Joined on 21/04/2008
Posts 105
Re: Pier poems
Reply Quote

Weston's grandest monument
Lost in clouds of smoke
One hundred years of memories
For Weston and its folk
Flotsum and jetsom floating
In our famous muddy sea
Treasures and relics of years gone by
Buckets of memories
Echoes of laughter love and romance
Families and kids having fun
Penny arcades and kiss my quick hats
Eating chips in the sun
Dodgem cars and candy floss
Prizes to be won
But sadly an era has ended
A new one just begun
But will it be fun of a different kind
A casino, a nightclub, more beer?
No more days in the sun for famlies and fun
But open each night of the year.

C Brookman, Madam Lane, Worle


   Report 
Clare Hayes - Web Editor is not online. Last active: 03/12/2009 15:38:06 Clare Hayes - Web Editor

Not Ranked
Joined on 21/04/2008
Posts 105
Re: Pier poems
Reply Quote

Spangled pansies spice up the garden border -
Smiling slowly at the sun as it rises victorious for another sun bleached hot, raw red day.

Crimson geraniums floating thriftily through the floating haze...
A gentle breeze sifts the soft petals
Opening up to the sun.......

Treble cleft through the country line - sieving rubbish around my mind...
Carnations, pinks, gold achilla, I dream...

Then we experience the shock - black flumes of acrid smoke...rising
Crimson flames, combustibles bursting. The pier is on fire

White monolith in the sea at Weston-super-Mare
An old giant - grounded.
No more fun for the kids.

The shocl reverberates through the town. What next?
The fear is palpable. Seagulls caterwaul sending the signal.
Fly away my friends - danger is imminent....

Passers by miss the debris

Then they bring the water from the lake, fountains against the grey blurred sky, then torrents of rain coming from heaven.
Damp down the heat.

I sit in the car hot and suffocating, rain drops as red hot tears explode on the glass.
If only they had had sprinklers, but no one is dead, just the pie man
and fish man without a job and cleaners and cooks and bottle washers
and the men from the slot machines and all and sundry.

We drive home and eat our fish fingers.

Carol Palmer-Ayres. Worle


   Report 
Clare Hayes - Web Editor is not online. Last active: 03/12/2009 15:38:06 Clare Hayes - Web Editor

Not Ranked
Joined on 21/04/2008
Posts 105
Re: Pier poems
Reply Quote

Fire Horizon: Weston Pier

No amount
of sea air
could cure it: hark-
ing back to the fash-
ionable hypo-
chondria which bore it -
the pier is burn-
ing up.
Sea
imagined itself boil-
ing thick through chips and
erupting through the board-
walk, volcanizing the
pavilion's towers.
(Which had
just that hour
been nostalgia-
ridden for the last
time one was made
a flaccid rock-
et, slap-
ped upon the
wet sand)
Thick
dark column
remembers the star-
lings' crowds; right-
angle fire
horizon.
Grade two
burns, the bunting in-
verts upwards as a high-
pressure front sweeps
the sky.
Ashen beach skin,
from its faraway fol-
licle Clevedon bristles,
shaves it-
self in.
Pennies
drop by their thou-
sand. Top-to-top,
bottom-to-bottom, side-
to-side, sideways - the
dodgems vert-
icalize.
Steel
forgets itself, melts
with water wishes
hardens, squat
like a moth-
er spider.
Piles plum-
met down into bed-
rock, through
sand. It
is recalling
what it is
to be
Grand:
how it
will look,
how cert-
ain things
stand.

By Caleb Parkin
Bristol


   Report 
Sun Tzu is not online. Last active: 04/11/2009 16:31:06 Sun Tzu

Not Ranked
Joined on 07/08/2008
Posts 161
Re: Pier poems
Reply Quote

My Pier Haiku

By Wilko

Pier in ruins

World in shock, but must go on

Build for bright future

 


   Report 
Sun Tzu is not online. Last active: 04/11/2009 16:31:06 Sun Tzu

Not Ranked
Joined on 07/08/2008
Posts 161
Re: Pier poems
Reply Quote

An Ode To Robert Tinker

By Wilko

There was a Grand Pier worker

Who definitely wasn't a shirker

He risked his ass

To remove all the gas

Or the situation would have been worser


   Report