Today's poet

Seeing as its gone towards the romantic floor of the poetry department

This was a poem I tried to write when I was 19 I only got as far as the line one the first time

I longed to lie by Helens side,
Beautiful Helen from Carlisle,
Gold drooped below, horizons
Her shoulders made, which
I held but for a while. Eyes

That took up light like the
Moon on green glass. Love
what love you feel that
when souls meet, you cry!

Inexpecibly cry!

She made the air hard to
Breathe like it was pollen heavy.
I was ill when it was clear,
Knowing love was distant,
Far and not near

I never took a photograph
Of her face and the cruelty of
time has left only; Helen a name
Golden hair, green eyes
I long to sleep by Helens side.

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Originally Posted by Stevie

Funny you should say that shortly before I logged on, and funny that I was looking at Birthday Letters in a book shop in America (Baltimore) last week... which I must read some time.

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Hello again Stevie! so nice to hear from you!...have you any idea how utterly glamorous your last comment sounded to a girl stuck in shields? (ie browsing in a book shop in Baltimore)...wow!....good to have you back...:-)

Neil your poem was breathtakingly good!...I adored the following bits...

Eyes....That took up light like the
Moon on green glass.

and....

She made the air hard to
Breathe like it was pollen heavy.

Wonderful, wonderful stuff! thank you for posting...i am glad now that i was disturbed from my early night to wake up to beautiful words like these!...:)

This is all too serious - whats needed is some 'proper' Christmas poetry :D

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Originally Posted by Stolly

This is all too serious - whats needed is some 'proper' Christmas poetry :D

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That is well funny.:D

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Originally Posted by Stolly

This is all too serious - whats needed is some 'proper' Christmas poetry :D

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Class! love it......

"He nicked my irnbru and let go of my hand!" :):D:)

hilarous!

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Originally Posted by Stolly

This is all too serious - whats needed is some 'proper' Christmas poetry :D

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It must have been a great day in the Advertising Office when they came up with that.

Have a good day everyone. I'm of to dig out the car. Anyone want some snow?

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

It must have been a great day in the Advertising Office when they came up with that.

Have a good day everyone. I'm of to dig out the car. Anyone want some snow?

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Top of the morning to ya!

Good luck with that one Harry!

Kerplunk under one arm
non uniform under the other
its the last day at school!
for freckle....

:):D:)

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Originally Posted by freckle

Kerplunk under one arm
non uniform under the other
its the last day at school!
for freckle....

:):D:)

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The North Wind Doth Blow
(a traditional poem for Freckle and her children)

The north wind doth blow,
And we shall have snow,
And what will poor robin do then,
Poor thing?
He'll sit in a barn,
And keep himself warm,
And hide his head under his wing,
Poor thing.

The north wind doth blow,
And we shall have snow,
And what will the dormouse do then,
Poor thing?
Roll'd up like a ball,
In his nest snug and small,
He'll sleep till warm weather comes in,
Poor thing.

The north wind doth blow,
And we shall have snow,
And what will the children do then,
Poor things?
When lessons are done,
They must skip hump, and run,
Until they have made themselves warm,
Poor things.

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Originally Posted by XRunner

The North Wind Doth Blow
(a traditional poem for Freckle and her children)

The north wind doth blow,
And we shall have snow,
And what will poor robin do then,
Poor thing?
He'll sit in a barn,
And keep himself warm,
And hide his head under his wing,
Poor thing.

The north wind doth blow,
And we shall have snow,
And what will the dormouse do then,
Poor thing?
Roll'd up like a ball,
In his nest snug and small,
He'll sleep till warm weather comes in,
Poor thing.

The north wind doth blow,
And we shall have snow,
And what will the children do then,
Poor things?
When lessons are done,
They must skip hump, and run,
Until they have made themselves warm,
Poor things.

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Awwww....how adorable X runner...thank you :):D:)