Today's poet

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Originally Posted by freckle

i liked it too...and am in awe! good luck stef!QUOTE]

Thanks for the good luck Freckle. Hold back the awe though, I'm not sure I'm worthy of it!

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Awe come on Stef, your training hard and having a go, worthy of some praise in my book:)

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Originally Posted by Stef F

Awe come on Stef, your training hard and having a go, worthy of some praise in my book:)

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Hear, hear! :thumbup:
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Originally Posted by Mossdog

I know, I know...it's a bit soppy but hey Spring is nt'air and the countryside and fells have gone wild with 'pairings'!

INVISIBLE KISSES
by Lemn Sissay
If there was ever one
Whom when you were sleeping
Would wipe your tears
When in dreams you were weeping;
Who would offer you time
When others demand;
Whose love lay more infinite
Than grains of sand.

If there was ever one
To whom you could cry;
Who would gather each tear
And blow it dry;
Who would offer help
On the mountains of time;
Who would stop to let each sunset
Soothe the jaded mind.

If there was ever one
To whom when you run
Will push back the clouds
So you are bathed in sun;
Who would open arms
If you would fall;
Who would show you everything
If you lost it all.

If there was ever one
Who when you achieve
Was there before the dream
And even then believed;
Who would clear the air
When it's full of loss;
Who would count love
Before the cost.

If there was ever one
Who when you are cold
Will summon warm air
For your hands to hold;
Who would make peace
In pouring pain,
Make laughter fall
In falling rain.

If there was ever one
Who can offer you this and more;
Who in keyless rooms
Can open doors;
Who in open doors
Can see open fields
And in open fields
See harvests yield.

Then see only my face
In the reflection of these tides
Through the clear water
Beyond the river side.
All I can send is love
In all that this is
A poem and a necklace
Of invisible kisses.

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Mossdog, that is stunning, love it, love it, love it! Thanks for that x

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Originally Posted by Mossdog

I know, I know...it's a bit soppy but hey Spring is nt'air and the countryside and fells have gone wild with 'pairings'!

INVISIBLE KISSES
by Lemn Sissay
If there was ever one
Whom when you were sleeping
Would wipe your tears
When in dreams you were weeping;
Who would offer you time
When others demand;
Whose love lay more infinite
Than grains of sand.

If there was ever one
To whom you could cry;
Who would gather each tear
And blow it dry;
Who would offer help
On the mountains of time;
Who would stop to let each sunset
Soothe the jaded mind.

If there was ever one
To whom when you run
Will push back the clouds
So you are bathed in sun;
Who would open arms
If you would fall;
Who would show you everything
If you lost it all.

If there was ever one
Who when you achieve
Was there before the dream
And even then believed;
Who would clear the air
When it's full of loss;
Who would count love
Before the cost.

If there was ever one
Who when you are cold
Will summon warm air
For your hands to hold;
Who would make peace
In pouring pain,
Make laughter fall
In falling rain.

If there was ever one
Who can offer you this and more;
Who in keyless rooms
Can open doors;
Who in open doors
Can see open fields
And in open fields
See harvests yield.

Then see only my face
In the reflection of these tides
Through the clear water
Beyond the river side.
All I can send is love
In all that this is
A poem and a necklace
Of invisible kisses.

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this is one of my all time fave mossy...you can listen to it being read by the author here ....
http://www.lemnsissay.com/recordings/index.htm

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Originally Posted by Hes

As the Mist Leaves No Scar

As the mist leaves no scar
On the dark green hill
So my body leaves no scar
On you, nor never will.

When wind and hawk encounter,
What remains to keep?
So you and I encounter.
Then turn, and fall to sleep.

As many nights endure
Without a moon or star,
S will we endure
When one is gone and far.

LC

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Hints of Phil Spectre in that particular one. Love the lyrics from another song from the same album:

Don't go home with you're hard on
It will only drive you insane
You can't shake it or break in with your Mowtown
You can't melt it down in the rain

How the hell do you write lines like that!!

Have read all his published poetry in the past but must admit to prefering his poetry within his music lyrics.

Not a poem as such, but the words of David Goggins, US Navy Seal, Ultramarathon Runner, Cyclist and a bloke who just keeps pushing his limits, Inspiring.

CAN'T SLEEP

Don't ever let anyone tell you that you can not do something. All my life I heard that I couldn't do something. My mom was working 2 jobs and going to college. I was an African American kid in an all white school. They tried to say that I couldn't....but I did. I wanted to be a Navy SEAL. They said I couldn't because I was too big and couldn't hardly swim....but I did. They said I couldn't go to Ranger School because my schedule as a SEAL wouldn't allow it....but I did. They said that I couldn't run 100 miles because I had never ran a marathon...but I did. They said I could never complete the Ultraman because I had never done a triathlon...but I did. Now they say I can't do RAAM because it's too soon. It's not safe....but....
Life is not always going to be this care free happy place that we would like it to be. What life throws at you is a lot of negativity. It's what you do with that negativity that makes you a stronger human being. When you hear the words, no, you can't, impossible, never...what do you think to yourself? Do you cower inside and run from the challenge. Or do you face it...head on...asking for more?
Failure is an option. It's what you do with the failure that makes you who you are. Our failures mold us. I have failed at several things in my life. What sets some of us apart, is that when we fail, we can't sleep at night. It haunts us until we have our time at redemption.

Another botanical offering - which I liked :

Chicory

Show me a piece of land that God forgot-
a strip between an unused sidewalk, say,
and a bulldozed lot, rich in broken glass-
and there, July on, will be chicory,

its leggy hollow stems staggering skyward,
its leaves rough-hairy and lanceolate,
like pointed shoes too cheap for elves to wear,
its button-blooms the tenderest mauve-blue.

How good of it to risk the roadside fumes,
the oil-soaked heat reflected from asphalt,
and wretched earth dun-colored like cement,
too packed for any other seed to probe.

It sends a deep taproot (delicious, boiled),
is relished by all livestock, lends its leaves
to salads and cooked greens, but will not thrive
in cultivated soil: it must be free.

John Updike (2001)

April Fool


The first of April, some do say,
Is set apart for All Fools' Day.
But why the people call it so,
Nor I, nor they themselves do know.
But on this day are people sent
On purpose for pure merriment.

Poor Robin's Almanac (1790)

The metronomic
chiff chaffs join Lands Wood chorus
last to leave, first back

Lovely OW!