Just off to wash my mouth out with soap and water.Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
Sadly not much you can do with my mind!
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Just off to wash my mouth out with soap and water.Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
Sadly not much you can do with my mind!
need sleep...goodnight all, another lovely poetry night, long may they continue!.........
Sleeping in the Forest
Mary Oliver
I thought the earth remembered me,
she took me back so tenderly,
arranging her dark skirts, her pockets
full of lichens and seeds.
I slept as never before, a stone on the river bed,
nothing between me and the white fire of the stars
but my thoughts, and they floated light as moths
among the branches of the perfect trees.
All night I heard the small kingdoms
breathing around me, the insects,
and the birds who do their work in the darkness.
All night I rose and fell, as if in water,
grappling with a luminous doom. By morning
I had vanished at least a dozen times
into something better.
Good morning one and all....i am digging forests at the minute, any poems in this area would be well received!...well basically any poems at all anyway....
A Dream Pang
Robert Frost
I had withdrawn in forest, and my song
Was swallowed up in leaves that blew alway;
And to the forest edge you came one day
(This was my dream) and looked and pondered long,
But did not enter, though the wish was strong:
You shook your pensive head as who should say,
'I dare not--too far in his footsteps stray--
He must seek me would he undo the wrong.
Not far, but near, I stood and saw it all
Behind low boughs the trees let down outside;
And the sweet pang it cost me not to call
And tell you that I saw does still abide.
But 'tis not true that thus I dwelt aloof,
For the wood wakes, and you are here for proof.
WIND
O Wind, I cannot see you pass,
And yet I feel you as you go
Around the world and every place,
Shouting and singing loud and low.
Your breath, your touch, is on my cheeks,
Such soft caressing finger-tips!
Can it be you whose anger wrecks
The high trees and the tallest ships ?
You run so light o'er field and hill,
You shake no frailest blossom down,
And yet make havoc when you will
O'er land and sea, in country and town.
I hear you waking up from sleep
Over the hills and far away,
You giant, roaring as you leap
O'er lambs and daisies at their play.
O Wind, your name makes music sweet!
You are a lovely thing, O Wind!
And how the world were incomplete
Without your unseen presence kind.
For now your arms are round my neck,
And now your buffets are too rough.
And your sharp kisses on my cheek,
And your fierce clasp and your wild love.
The fool hath said it in his heart
There are no miracles. O Wing
Confute him when you fly apart
Close-felt, beloved, invisible Thing.
Katharine Tynan
This looks very useful! I bet I could get a couple of the more dubious rhymes into one of my offerings, I'll have fun trying anyway.:DQuote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
Some lovely poems Freckle & XRunner. What a great way to start the day! Here's a watery one by Emily Dickinson inspired by our current weather (well she wasn't, but I am)
Like rain it sounded till it curved
Like Rain it sounded till it curved
And then I new 'twas Wind --
It walked as wet as any Wave
But swept as dry as sand --
When it had pushed itself away
To some remotest Plain
A coming as of Hosts was heard
It filled the Wells, it pleased the Pools
It warbled in the Road --
It pulled the spigot from the Hills
And let the Floods abroad --
It loosened acres, lifted seas
The sites of Centres stirred
Then like Elijah rode away
Upon a Wheel of Cloud.
Emily Dickinson
Hmmmm... rhyming "Limerick" with "American Dog Tick" or even "Devils Walking Stick".... that would be some poem!
After a night of rain and thunder
I spy a challenge from Boy Wonder
To compose a rhyme
In double quick time
Using the words here-under
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Originally Posted by Boy Wonder
I just tried. I'm afraid it's some really crap poem! :( Not worthy of this hallowed space.Quote:
Originally Posted by Boy Wonder
Down to you BW!
Blooming heck...I can't resist a challenge and this arts festival application has been shelved for a few minutes:Quote:
Originally Posted by Boy Wonder
on this dreary dark day of rain
observing the river swell
strange flotsam gets caught in the drain
a long gnarly object as well
what can it be lying there
distracting me from my limerick
is it the leg off a chair
no, it's the devil's walking stick