Excellent, nowt like having a clear mind before doing battle with the bin lids:eek:Quote:
Originally Posted by MachGirl
That eek smiley is pants!
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Excellent, nowt like having a clear mind before doing battle with the bin lids:eek:Quote:
Originally Posted by MachGirl
That eek smiley is pants!
X Runner thank you for the female "if" I enjoyed it very much, Steve nice haiku there i bet that pup is getting canny big now, and Machgirl I love that Hardy poem, in particular love these lines..."Who are not wont to wear Life's flushest feather".....just trips off the tongue....
Aye, she's canny grown and i canny keep up with her, an excellent training partner, hope your well marra:)Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
bang, eugh, slip, slide, cough
slurp, slither, ahhh, hack, oof, eek
the whitby cross country
One of my better haiku I think! :D Nothing like a good slathering on a Sunday afternoon.
OneOff...good luck with your imminent arrival. Your poem was excellent. Hope it all goes well. I remember when HHH had just had his the year before last. It resulted in lots of late night creativity. :)
Like that Hes, some top words in there, including slathering (a dam fine adjective) with many uses:thumbup:Quote:
Originally Posted by Hes
Aww thank you so much, we are very excited. I only planned on writing one poem, hence the username, but it's spiraled a bit since and i'm now looking forward to having some weird opportunities to write more, and more importantly, read more because the only things i know about poetry are what I read on this thread, and I can hardly keep up with that.Quote:
Originally Posted by Hes
Utterly fantastic OOP. Wishing you all well.Quote:
Originally Posted by OneOffPoet
STONE
When you bought me a milk pan for Christmas
a woman at work said you were as romantic
as a stone. Watching you that evening,
I wondered what stone she had meant:
a chip of carpark gravel or something fancier
like the peridot in my mother’s engagement ring?
My interest in you became geological.
Pulling on your wellingtons to walk the dog in the rain,
you were granite, durable, funereal almost.
Under the water of the bath, you were the agate
I found on Brighton beach as a child, sleek
and mottled as the skin of a seal.
At other times you seemed a rarer gem,
not emerald or topaz, nothing any other woman
would wear at her throat; but plainer, more lovely,
like the limestone walling the caverns back home
that purified the iron in blast furnaces
where keepers dripped jet from their beading brows.
And a man like that would never choose a rose
or a diamond ring, he’d stand for hours in a shop
on the coldest day, testing the unfamiliar weight
of a pan in his hand, assessing its metal,
imagining how the milk would taste on my tongue
as it poured, steaming, from that perfect lip.
Liz Berry
I did Simonside on Sunday freckle, were you there? Bit of a disaster for me as about half way round I started getting pain in my calf muscle and about 2 miles from the end it decided it didn't want to play anymore so I ended up hobbling in. Not sure if its torn or just strained but no running for me for a while now :angry:Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle