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Ayup brother Harry!.......good to have you back BIGSTYLE!!!!
I really liked your ditty....cool!
I wonder what poetry 2010 will bring? in my case i think it will be accounts of sore legs and red faces from all these races i am planning on doing!....
one things for sure...it's going to be nice to have the company of my fell running buddies, onwards and upwards :)
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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
The Shepherd.
Fierce icy winds rip through me,
I tend my flock alone in the hills,
There ageless faces looking down in majesty,
My life's here surrounded by beauty not modern thrills,
We make our way back home i am so lucky,
Out in all weathers that's no hardship at all,
I am a man of the land like my father before me,
This is what i should do this is my call.
By Matthew Harmston
New York 1960.
Colossus rise above me cutting out the light,
I wrap my jacket around keeping out the cold,
Staring at the lifeless plastic in macys window,
Trying to sell me things i can't afford not on my grant,
Lighting up my smoke keeps me warm from the wind,
I think i'll head down the bowery to take in some rhyme,
At last i get out of the cold and in through the door,
Man there's so many more people than back when it started,
You grab a seat and get your poetry out to the cats in the crowd,
Now the immediate vibe is gone it takes an hour before you get on,
I'm jawing with Ginsberg and his friends then i'm called up,
"New York 1960 the village is the home of the written word.."
By Matt Harmston.
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Originally Posted by tri-mind
Ooooooooooooo unusual tri...i like it!:)
Whatever happens next year I'm sure there'll be friends to look after each other...Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
Not In Her Storm
by Sauni
I see the clouds rolling in and oh how it looks like rain
And it is always I fight for the welcome change
When it rains it pours on this heart of mine
So, I take the storms I feel to her each time.
But I know she has lived under her own pouring rain
Yet under her water her heart still doesn't change
She can walk away from what hangs overhead
And, not in her storm, are words left unsaid.
Not in her storm have I ever felt alone
Her storm ends, so I, may find my way home
It's for me that she pushes away her own rain
So, that I may find comfort in calling her name.
She lives in this world for the sake of another's heart
Oh, how she eases the miles when worlds apart
And she never wanders when your world falls through
Not ever in her storm would she do this to you.
She has wings that I know not only I can see
Cause only an angel could find strength to carry me
It's the way that the eyes can surely view
How her heart's written so clearly in what an angel can do.
Not in her storm is her work ever done
And even in her storm she hands me the sun
When her world is dark - I always have light
And now how I hold the new color of night.
She takes then she gives to an unhappy face
So that many can find an awesome place
I have been able to love her more every day
And with her hand in mine the clouds roll away.
Not in any storm that I will ever live beneath
Could ever change what I hold here inside of me
Not in any of her storms have I lost my angels touch
To that angel out there, I love her so much.
sweet harry...sweet :)
its been on b4 but i like it a lot...
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.
I really don't care if it's been on before. It is still good.
Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
That's good Freckle, I really like Robert FrostQuote:
Originally Posted by freckle
This simple warning is so true but you never heed it
The Power Of The Dog
by Rudyard Kipling
There is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day;
And when we are certain of sorrow in store,
Why do we always arrange for more?
Brothers and Sisters, I bid you beware
Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.
Buy a pup and your money will buy
Love unflinching that cannot lie--
Perfect passion and worship fed
By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head.
Nevertheless it is hardly fair
To risk your heart for a dog to tear.
When the fourteen years which Nature permits
Are closing in asthma, or tumour, or fits,
And the vet's unspoken prescription runs
To lethal chambers or loaded guns,
Then you will find--it's your own affair--
But...you've given your heart for a dog to tear.
When the body that lived at your single will,
With its whimper of welcome, is stilled (how still!);
When the spirit that answered your every mood
Is gone--wherever it goes--for good,
You will discover how much you care,
And will give your heart for a dog to tear.
We've sorrow enough in the natural way,
When it comes to burying Christian clay.
Our loves are not given, but only lent,
At compound interest of cent per cent.
Though it is not always the case, I believe,
That the longer we've kept 'em, the more do we grieve:
For, when debts are payable, right or wrong,
A short-time loan is as bad as a long--
So why in Heaven (before we are there)
Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear?
Trying to understand what it is to be human.
Love,Beauty and poetry,
And all the instincts inside of you that yearn to be free,
Joy,Art and philosophy,
Being guardians of creation our responsibility.
Greed,hate and selfishness,
Think about nothing but ourselves we couldn't care less,
Spite,bile and genocide,
Capable of murder so many ways we've tried.
Kindness,sharing and humanity,
We have one hope our capacity to love our own divinity,
Caring,protecting and intimacy,
Each one of us unique but together we can live on for infinity.
By Matthew Harmston.
For Freckle i hope this helps in your quest for understanding in some way as i think we are all on this path or at least some of us are.