Interesting choice Alfster, I like it...particularly the use of dialect and the lines "His heart were in Arracombe Wood where he'd used to go
To sit and talk wi' his shadder till sun went low"...nice one :-)
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Brinkwomanship
Leontia Flynn
When they come for you no bigger than a piece of fruit,
Weighing no more and no less than a water biscuit,
This will be my excuse:
That I hoped you were just testing yourself
As I might subtly and irresistibly
Poke at a sensitive tooth. That is, not morbidly,
But out of curiosity
To locate the exact, minute, sensory transition-between
Merely knowing and the definition
Of pain, and knowing the meaning.
13
Waves crashing
Oil tankers on seas horizon
Wind blowing
Birds soaring in it's gust
Track, trail and muddy puddles
It's all the same ups and downs
But that 13 miler is a Sunday morning must!
MG
Its that bloomin' date again.....grrrrrrrr
A Valentine
Before your gate from dawn to late
The cheery postman whistles;
And every mail augments the tale
Of amorous epistles
That jingle "heart" with "part" and "dart,"
Nor fail to mention Cupid;
That rhyme "above" and "love" and "dove"--
And other things as stupid.
I pray you, spurn those lines that burn,
Despite their foolish pleading.
To flame consign each Valentine--
Except the one you're reading.
And scorn the host that sent per post
Those missives, poor and shoddy.
"They love you, too?"--Of course they do!
For so does everybody!
But just as sure as snows are pure
And shoes are made of leather,
I do adore and love you more
Than all the rest together!
Arthur Guiterman