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Originally Posted by merrylegs
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oldmonia....is that a disease? :eek: Is it catching? :oQuote:
Originally Posted by merrylegs
It's a disease, but only bald V45's can catch it................if they're fast enough:DQuote:
Originally Posted by Stef F
You recovering merry? :)Quote:
Originally Posted by merrylegs
The door of busy stillness
Guilt once my persecutor
Now my quiet friend
You guide me in silent moments
With waves of clarity
To reflection, reparation
And the door of busy stillness.
morning stilled by mist
strutting amongst sodden ewes
rooks spearing earthworms
i have loads of reading to do for work so offski...
night all
x
gorgeous as ever...i feel a book coming on!Quote:
Originally Posted by Hes
night hes
At least having no hair makes you streamlined! I need a few inches chopped off mine and I'd probably be so much faster ;)Quote:
Originally Posted by merrylegs
Slowly mate, cycling over to Midgley Moor on saturday to watch many daft and inspirational folk do a fell race;)Quote:
Originally Posted by Derby Tup
the door of busy stillness...what a brilliant line. Geat poem Freckle!Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
Night marra;)Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
numerous earthwormsQuote:
Originally Posted by Hes
disappearing underground
last night, by torchlight
Night Freckle. I was hoping for an hour on the thread but need to crash. Night all.xQuote:
Originally Posted by freckle
Night Hes, keep yer lovely locks and just wear a hat to race;)Quote:
Originally Posted by Hes
Good news! I might see you there. Got a lot of travel coming up and fancy quiet day at home but suspect I'll be there. Could be a few fell poets around! ;):cool:Quote:
Originally Posted by merrylegs
Bet that was a strange sight! The kids today told me that their playground is covered in dead worms. Poor things must be getting over excited by the rain and then stranded.Quote:
Originally Posted by Derby Tup
pitter patter call
excited earthworms head out
but die swollen deaths
Probably not what Stef was after!
Cheers Merry, night night.:)Quote:
Originally Posted by merrylegs
Damn today!
Today was the day I stormed out of a meeting
A rage in my head like a storm of drums beating
There wasn't a thing that I did say
That was heard or considered in any way
It's a shame that I acted like an idiot fool
By departing in haste losing all my cool
I have to confess I lost it completely
And left in my wake a silence quite deadly
Not a man in the room had a clue of the cause
all ignorant beasts, for a thought not a pause
No doubt they'll write it off as the PMT
oh how little they know about silly old me!
Oh nooo.....please don't let my very special bald v45 catch it :(:rolleyes:Quote:
Originally Posted by merrylegs
deceased earthworm verseQuote:
Originally Posted by Hes
has adverse effect on Stef's
sad disposition
:(
My friends of the earthQuote:
Originally Posted by Derby Tup
worm their way out in the rain
to a sodden grave
Sob!
It's time for me to go to bed
and forget about thoughts
of things I could have said
thank you poet friends
for your cheer up tales
honey on peas
a boat with white sails
Elephant dung in the way
and rain rain rain
tomorrows another day
perhaps the sun will shine again!
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Originally Posted by Stef F
Morning all!
hey stef i liked your two poems, it just illustrates again how angst leads to good poetry! nice one!....:)
anyhow, today is another day my friend.....
New every morning
Susan Coolidge
Every day is a fresh beginning,
Listen my soul to the glad refrain.
And, spite of old sorrows
And older sinning,
Troubles forecasted
And possible pain,
Take heart with the day and begin again.
Don't worry Stef, I've been out rescuing them on 'worm patrol'. They don;t like being picked up and go all wriggly but I am sure they prefer it once they are safely on the earth again. I really liked your poems especially the one about the meeting. Hope you have a better day.Quote:
Originally Posted by Stef F
Freckle, your poem this morning was spot on. Thanks!
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Originally Posted by freckle
Nice poem freckle :D
La-di-da, la-di-da, la la !
Annie Hall :D
Now that was written straight from the heart, and is going to be pasted straight onto my wall. Great poetry F.Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
Out running the other day,
Winter seems to beginning it's slow decay,
What a pleasure to witness the ice melt away,
Running through the trees,
I felt like a king,
Running into the Spring
Oooooo I really like this Fleeter very uplifting...Quote:
Originally Posted by Fleeter
thanks all for comments re my busy stillness poem....
alf...i absolutely love woody allen films and especially annie hall so that little post made me laugh out loud! thank you!...may have to search out a you tube clip!
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Originally Posted by Alf
from 0:35 is one of my fave all time movie clips EVER! diane keaton is so cute in this film i could marry her! the definition of ditzy and an appalling driver (whilst in love!) shame the clip doesn't extend to the driving bit!.....anyhoo i like this look she has got going on must try it sometime!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KFCe1...eature=related
thank you alf
you reminded me
of something extremely
fun neeeeeee!
poor excuse for poetry i know!|
Nice one Fleeter :) ThanksQuote:
Originally Posted by Fleeter
Another poem by that Rochdale lad Lord Byron :)
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling place.
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
Lord Byron
I love this scene too :DQuote:
Originally Posted by freckle
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eb517cREJKk
Evening all,
Just back after a fabulous week at Centre Parcs with the family. What a brilliant place. I've enjoyed catching up on the thread tonight, especially the worm-related poems. It's great how things strayed that way this week.
Closet composter
Feeds little wormy friends with
veggie leftovers
ps - I caught Bradley Wigging reading that poem too, but I've not been able to find it on line.
thats class! made me laugh out loud (even more this time!) gotta get it out soon, i also love sleeper, bloody hilarious! anyway I am going to post some poetry soon (honest!!!)Quote:
Originally Posted by Alf
welcome home harry!!!!!!!!!!!!
glad you had a fun time, its good to have you back! :)
Well, its friday night and I note an absence of lovey duvvy stuff ( i'll rectify that soon!)...but before i do, here is ol misery guts himself (imagine the dark, low, monotone voice), with a poem I find extremely moving....
How Could I have doubted
Leonard Cohen
I stopped looking for you
I stopped waiting for you
I stopped dying for you
and I started dying for myself
I aged rapidly
I became fat in the face
and soft in the gut
and I forgot that I’d ever loved you
I was old
I had no focus, no mission
I wandered around eating and buying
bigger and bigger clothes
and I forgot why I hated
every long moment that was mine to fill
Why did you come back to me tonight
I can’t even get off this chair
Tears run down my cheeks
I am in love again
I can live like this
Hello my name is Max {woof woof}.
Right I'll post this and be quiet for a bit i think (is this possible i ask myself?)......
I remember the good ol days when Friday nights on this thread = Pablo Neruda, when romance seeped through every post like sap rising in a spring daffodil.............................sigh
anyone remember this particular offering?
Morning
Naked you are simple as one of your hands;
Smooth, earthy, small, transparent, round.
You've moon-lines, apple pathways
Naked you are slender as a naked grain of wheat.
Naked you are blue as a night in Cuba;
You've vines and stars in your hair.
Naked you are spacious and yellow
As summer in a golden church.
Naked you are tiny as one of your nails;
Curved, subtle, rosy, till the day is born
And you withdraw to the underground world.
As if down a long tunnel of clothing and of chores;
Your clear light dims, gets dressed, drops its leaves,
And becomes a naked hand again.
Hand
Away from you, I hold hands with the air,
your imagined, untouchable hand. Not there,
your fingers braid with mine as I walk.
Far away in my heart, you start to talk.
I squeeze the air, kicking the auburn leaves,
everything suddenly gold. I half believe
your hand is holding mine, the way
it would if you were here. What do you say
in my heart? I bend my head to listen, then feel
your hand reach out and stroke my hair, as real
as the wind caressing the fretful trees above.
Now I can hear you clearly, speaking of love.
Carol Ann Duffy
Evening freckle. I nearly posted this mid-morning today! :)
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Originally Posted by freckle