To savour a crumbQuote:
Originally Posted by Hes
Can be sweeter than chomping
Through the whole packet
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To savour a crumbQuote:
Originally Posted by Hes
Can be sweeter than chomping
Through the whole packet
Night all - reaching for the Ovaltine this very moment!:)
You too.Quote:
Originally Posted by Hes
Thought you'd logged out and cleared all cookies:DQuote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
You are on top form tonight Merry. :D Great to see.Quote:
Originally Posted by merrylegs
Nestle down Mossdog, Goodnight;)Quote:
Originally Posted by Mossdog
Goodnight fell poets. Don't get crumbs on your duvets! :)
Good to see that my long and thought out poem was loved by so many.
I shall decend to my thinking room and compose some more words of sheer art!
Night Mossy and DT!
A poem using only four letters would be a good challenge Al, or would it? :)
Well as they say, only build up gradually....over-doing it could risk catastrophe!Quote:
Originally Posted by Derby Tup
Goodnight Andy;)Quote:
Originally Posted by Derby Tup
Don't be mean with them biscuits folks;)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=THLnMU-wRF4
I have now reverted to my 14 year old self and i wish to put forward these biscuits. And wait for it there is even a traditional sport of Dorset Knob Tossing.
Ha ha! Well sourced Merry.:DQuote:
Originally Posted by merrylegs
Blinding mate:eek::DQuote:
Originally Posted by tri-mind
You have to have made that up Tri!!!Quote:
Originally Posted by tri-mind
No google it and will come up straight away and they toss them because the knobs are hard as they are made from stale bread.
The power of google! A friend from Dorset is coming up later in the week, I'll ask him if he has ever tossed a knob shall I?:DQuote:
Originally Posted by tri-mind
Okay...it is bedtime for me, I'm just getting lewd. Goodnight all, it has been a lot of fun.x
*throws away the viagra and brings the stale bread back from the decking*Quote:
Originally Posted by tri-mind
Sorry birds, you'll have to make do with a cheweee:p
yeah. Not bad. Bit wordy. Maybe you could edit it?Quote:
Originally Posted by Al Fowler
I think Hes's poem about her foggy run is absolutely brilliant; Hes did you actually compose it on the hoof or did it take a few days to put into words?
And on the biscuit front, give me jammy dodgers every time :)
Give me a lady, one that's couth,
Who putes the things I say;
Who's gainly in the eyes of man,
Who's imical to the things I plan,
Who parages me whenever she can,
Who's gruntled all the day.
Give me a girl whose hair is kempt,
Whose talk is always ane;
Who's ept at ridding home of dirt,
Who's iquitous and not a flirt,
Who's dignant, and whose mind is ert,
And I'll look on her with dain.
Leonard Rosenthal
:D
Nice one stolly...Quote:
Originally Posted by Stolly
Poor freckle's brain is all a muddle
crashed into by a woman in a rush
could do with a jammy dodger right away
send one quick before i turn to mush!
this is a crap poem but i do have a bit of post traumatic stress so bear with me!
Hope your ok;)Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
Maybe a bit of Pablo Neruda might help?
Ancient night and the unruly salt
beat at the walls of my house
The shadow is all one, the sky
throbs now along with the ocean
and sky and shadow errupt
in the crash of their vast conflict.
All night long they struggle
nobody knows the name
of the harsh light that keeps slowly opening
like a languid fruit
So on the coast comes to light
out of seething shadow, the harsh dawn
gnawed at by the moving salt
swept clean by the mass of night
bloostained in its sea-washed crater
Dear old Pablo always saves the best til last doesn't he? :cool:
Stick with it Freckle the feelings will pass and before you know it everything back to normal.
Poor you! I do hope you are ok and that there isn't too much damage?Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
Thanks Stolly! I actually thought about it whilst running and seeing it all and then I walked through the door, sat down and wrote it in half an hour while I was waiting for my immersion to heat up! I'm very touched it got such a warm reception as I was a bit nervous about sharing it. :)Quote:
Originally Posted by Stolly
Hes I think you could be a poet as well as an artist that was the best work i've seen on here by a yard. You are so modest about your abilities when you create such wonderful artwork and the poetry is wonderful. I don't know what others think but just reading your stuff and seeing your prints is inspirational and myself and others could learn a lot. Do not hide your light under a bushel and have the confidence to say to the world that this is your work and you know what it's really rather good. I wish i had 1/10th your talent. You could do multimedia anything at all as your talents worth sharing. Proud to share the forum with such a prodigious talent and lovely person. Matt.
http://i.telegraph.co.uk/telegraph/m...e_1119242c.jpgQuote:
Originally Posted by freckle
:D
Aw...you are all so kind...and those jammy dodgers are doing the trick!..thank you
Evening all....
So many different lengths of time
Brian Patten
How long does a man live after all?
A thousand days or only one?
One week or a few centuries?
How long does a man spend living or dying
and what do we mean when we say gone forever?
Adrift in such preoccupations, we seek clarification.
We can go to the philosophers
but they will weary of our questions.
We can go to the priests and rabbis
but they night be busy with administrations.
So, how long does a man live after all?
And how much does he live while he lives?
We fret and ask so many questions -
then when it comes to us
the answer is so simple after all.
A man lives for as long as we carry him inside us,
for as long as we carry the harvest of his dreams,
for as long as we ourselves live,
holding memories in common, a man lives.
His lover will carry his man's scent, his touch:
his children will carry the weight of his love.
One friend will carry his arguments,
another will hum his favourite tunes,
another will still share his terrors.
And the days will pass with baffled faces,
then the weeks, then the months,
then there will be a day when no question is asked,
and the knots of grief will loosen in the stomach
and the puffed faces will calm.
And on that day he will not have ceased
but will have ceased to be separated by death.
How long does a man live after all?
A man lives so may different lengths of time.
Ooh I like that Freckle, very profound. :)
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Originally Posted by freckle
I am able to keep my mind steadily
on one job or plan as long as necessary.
Take, as an example, skimming.
Choose the right stone: not so much circular
but one that sits in that natural spanner
between thumb and trigger finger.
A pocket watch would be too perfect.
Pull!
Keep low. Follow through but leave the trailing arm
and lend that stone a certain r.p.m. of spin
so it kicks, sits up at the taste of water.
Count the fourth, fifth, sixth, whatever else
is extra. Walk home. Drop down
into a wider world.
Simon Armitage
What a fine poem Harry...so eloquently describing the lure of simplicity, the almost meditative qualities of such activities...respite from the "wider world" with all of its complications......really beautiful.....:)Quote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
Love (III)
George Herbert
Love bade me welcome: yet my soul drew back,
Guiltie of dust and sin.
But quick-ey’d Love, observing me grow slack
From my first entrance in,
Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning,
If I lack’d any thing.
A guest, I answer’d, worthy to be here:
Love said, You shall be he.
I the unkinde, ungratefull? Ah my dear,
I cannot look on thee.
Love took my hand, and smiling did reply,
Who made the eyes but I?
Truth Lord, but I have marr’d them: let my shame
Go where it doth deserve.
And know you not, sayes Love, who bore the blame?
My dear, then I will serve.
You must sit down, sayes Love, and taste my meat:
So I did sit and eat.
I've not skimmed a stone since last summer. Must do it again soon.Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
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Oh lordy...that can mean one of two things surely?:Quote:
Originally Posted by XRunner
i) we are all very creative and productive people on this here thread!
or
ii) we should all get out a bit more often!
ps....x runner...is that a haiku? :-) :-)