Today's poet

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Originally Posted by XRunner

The Passionate Shepherd to His Love.

Come live with me and be my Love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That hills and valleys, dales and field,
And all the craggy mountains yield.

There will we sit upon the rocks
And see the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.

There will I make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle.

A gown made of the finest wool
Which from our pretty lambs we pull,
Fair linèd slippers for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold.

A belt of straw and ivy buds
With coral clasps and amber studs:
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me and be my Love.


(Christopher Marlowe)

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waking up to this poem was lovely...thanks for posting :)

Good morning one and all!!!!...hoping you get all you wish for today and tomorrow!

Hope is the thing with feathers
Emily Dickinson

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chilliest land
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

Muse

pizza, peat, Yorkshire Tea
Miles Davis, friends, Dusty
Landlord beer, Roclites, camping kit
Aretha, tussocks, millstone grit

Freckle, XRunner and DT, thanks for a great start to the day. I'm just dipping in before getting started on that blooming panel. See you later!

Just been catching up on some of the stuff you were posting last night

I really like HHH poem lightweight tents but I'm thinking spoken by Alan Bennett

Tri mind your like an eternal spring of verse

Loads of other good stuff too:)

X Country

Bang! Off goes the gun
A frenzied movement, we start to run
Set off at a ridiculous pace
We soon settle down for the race
Get to the hill
Im not up for this: My excuse, im feeling ill
I manage to snatch a lead on the uphill slog
Just got to keep pushing through the bog
Out through the wood
I start to feel slightly good
Into the finish neck and neck
Why did i leave it this lat? Oh heck
He makes a push for the line
Damn victory is no longer mine
My confidence torn
And my legs well they are totally worn
I make one last hard push
My legs feel like mush
Ive made it, I did it, im pretty sure i won
Then i remember the age old 'Its all about fun'
I collapse to the ground
My breath the only audible sound
I won it a trophy, cup
Suppose now the only way is up
Fair does i look like a fool
But lets face X Country is cool

;):p:D

The worst first day

some first days are good
some are bad
I know which one I p(h)r(e)e(l)f(l)e(o)r

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Originally Posted by TurboTom

X Country

Bang! Off goes the gun
A frenzied movement, we start to run
Set off at a ridiculous pace
We soon settle down for the race
Get to the hill
Im not up for this: My excuse, im feeling ill
I manage to snatch a lead on the uphill slog
Just got to keep pushing through the bog
Out through the wood
I start to feel slightly good
Into the finish neck and neck
Why did i leave it this lat? Oh heck
He makes a push for the line
Damn victory is no longer mine
My confidence torn
And my legs well they are totally worn
I make one last hard push
My legs feel like mush
Ive made it, I did it, im pretty sure i won
Then i remember the age old 'Its all about fun'
I collapse to the ground
My breath the only audible sound
I won it a trophy, cup
Suppose now the only way is up
Fair does i look like a fool
But lets face X Country is cool

;):p:D

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i really like this...well done...i am inspired to go for a little trot now!:)

Passion.

My love see me naked as born under the endymion moon,
Such wonderful purity the gentle breeze carress my skin,
Hold back your fiery sister the break of day must not be soon,
You come forth to me slowly with wondrous passion our love begin.

Merged as one nothing seperates our beating hearts,
Your hot breath on my skin carressing me slowly i give in,
I touch your body you groan your breath coming in short, sharp, starts,
Inseperable, entwined the sweet smell of love surrounds we can begin.

She moves with such delicate poise she throws me on my back,
I feel her warmth i know she feels me,her wonderful sounds of ecstasy,
We are getting close building up,up and up finding it hard to hold back,
Sweet ,Sweet nirvana both togther i want this to last for eternity.


By Matt Harmston.

Wilde.

Fill me with joy you beautiful youth,
But don't let the people know the truth,
Such a deep thinker a wonderful mind,
But thrown in jail as they don't like his kind.

Wonderful prose and elegant wit,
Society cast him aside penniless a misfit,
He found his love in gay paris in many ways,
Now buried there with other poets in pere lachaise.