Life in a Scotch Sitting Room Vol 2 :cool:Quote:
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Life in a Scotch Sitting Room Vol 2 :cool:Quote:
Originally Posted by Derby Tup
wow...i had never heard of this guy...this is really special thanks for posting OW :)
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Originally Posted by Old Whippet
When I Met My Muse
I glanced at her and took my glasses
off--they were still singing. They buzzed
like a locust on the coffee table and then
ceased. Her voice belled forth, and the
sunlight bent. I felt the ceiling arch, and
knew that nails up there took a new grip
on whatever they touched. "I am your own
way of looking at things," she said. "When
you allow me to live with you, every
glance at the world around you will be
a sort of salvation." And I took her hand.
William Stafford
The Present - Michael Donaghy
For the present there is just one moon,
though every level pond gives back another.
But the bright disc shining in the black lagoon,
perceived by astrophysicist and lover,
is milliseconds old. And even that light’s
seven minutes older than its source.
And the stars we think we see on moonless nights
are long extinguished. And, of course,
this very moment, as you read this line,
is literally gone before you know it.
Forget the here-and-now. We have no time
but this device of wantonness and wit.
Make me this present then: your hand in mine,
and we’ll live out our lives in it.
wow mossy..another great find...just inspiring! love it!...Quote:
Originally Posted by Mossdog
So many different lengths of time
by Brian Patten
How long does a man live after all?
A thousand days or only one?
One week or a few centuries?
How long does a man spend living or dying
and what do we mean when we say gone forever?
Adrift in such preoccupations, we seek clarification.
We can go to the philosophers
but they will weary of our questions.
We can go to the priests and rabbis
but they night be busy with administrations.
So, how long does a man live after all?
And how much does he live while he lives?
We fret and ask so many questions -
then when it comes to us
the answer is so simple after all.
A man lives for as long as we carry him inside us,
for as long as we carry the harvest of his dreams,
for as long as we ourselves live,
holding memories in common, a man lives.
His lover will carry his man's scent, his touch:
his children will carry the weight of his love.
One friend will carry his arguments,
another will hum his favourite tunes,
another will still share his terrors.
And the days will pass with baffled faces,
then the weeks, then the months,
then there will be a day when no question is asked,
and the knots of grief will loosen in the stomach
and the puffed faces will calm.
And on that day he will not have ceased
but will have ceased to be separated by death.
How long does a man live after all?
A man lives so may different lengths of time.
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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
Mmmm think me and you are on the same wavelength HHH!!!! what a lovely awe inspiring bit of poetry..thank you for posting :)
Sometimes
Sometimes things don't go, after all,
from bad to worse. Some years, muscadel
faces down frost; green thrives; the crops don't fail,
sometimes a man aims high, and all goes well.
A people sometimes step back from war;
elect an honest man; decide they care
enough, that they can't leave some stranger poor.
Some men become what they were born for.
Sometimes our best efforts do not go
amiss; sometimes we do as we meant to.
The sun will sometimes melt a field of sorrow
that seemed hard frozen: may it happen to you
~ Sheenagh Pugh ~
It is an evening for reflection.Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
Ummmm :o don't want to spoil the tone but....mmmmm....I found this one and after all that 'what does a man....' stuff thought i'd inject (oh dear, very wrong verb) a bit of female perspective, perhaps....:oQuote:
Originally Posted by freckle
redundant female orgasm
Although the pleasure often is abundant,
the female orgasm is quite redundant,
unlike the male’s, which with ejaculation
redeems the member’s seminal inflation.
It’s very hard, with each vaginal vigil,
to reach a climax in what is vestigial,
so many women are prepared to fake
what they believe is icing on the cake
until they’ve had one, which can make the icing
apparent with a veritable high-sing.
The fact that women do not always climax
when they attempt to make a mini-guy max
is something that for many of them bitter is
until they focus on their tiny clitoris,
because for most of them the verdict’s final:
clitoridal is better than vaginal.
Although that seems to be a fact of life
which mistresses don’t need to know, a wife
should make quite sure she knows about these data,
her lazy man less useful than vibrator.
Gershon Hepner
sorry...but 'unusual poem'...:o