Today's poet

I'm shattered so am off to bed but before I go, here is one from Erode Tamizhanban

the last breath caresses
my eyelids shut
encasing
an unborn sunrise within.


How gorgeous is that eh? Goodnight all.x

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Originally Posted by merrylegs

For what i must do i must climb,
So i must climb into bed,
And dream of climbing.

Goodnight all, sleep well;)

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Night Merry. Sweet dreams.

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Originally Posted by Hes

Then I went wassailing and think it maybe be time to look out a poem with that theme in mind...

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Jolly Wassel-Bowl

A Wassel of good ale,
Well fare the runner's sole
That setteth this to sale - Our jolly Wassel
Good Freckle, here at your door
Our Wassel we begin
We are all maidens pure
We pray now let us in - With our good Wassel
Our Wassel we do fill
With apples and with spice
They kindly will agree
To take a good carouse - Of our Wassel
But here they let us stand
All freezing in the cold
Good Master give command
To enter and be bold - With our Wassel

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Originally Posted by XRunner

Jolly Wassel-Bowl

A Wassel of good ale,
Well fare the runner's sole
That setteth this to sale - Our jolly Wassel
Good Freckle, here at your door
Our Wassel we begin
We are all maidens pure
We pray now let us in - With our good Wassel
Our Wassel we do fill
With apples and with spice
They kindly will agree
To take a good carouse - Of our Wassel
But here they let us stand
All freezing in the cold
Good Master give command
To enter and be bold - With our Wassel

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Awwww thanks for that! good morning to you all! :)

Good morning everyone.

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Originally Posted by tri-mind

Good morning everyone.

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Good morning;)

Just been for my first run since India. It became almost fairytalelike due to being through a woodland full of follies and up a steep gorge...am working on a few haikus based on that but for now here is something banal!:)

bent ankle, bruised knee
(the other one, thank goodness)
first run in the snow

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Originally Posted by XRunner

Jolly Wassel-Bowl

A Wassel of good ale,
Well fare the runner's sole
That setteth this to sale - Our jolly Wassel
Good Freckle, here at your door
Our Wassel we begin
We are all maidens pure
We pray now let us in - With our good Wassel
Our Wassel we do fill
With apples and with spice
They kindly will agree
To take a good carouse - Of our Wassel
But here they let us stand
All freezing in the cold
Good Master give command
To enter and be bold - With our Wassel

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so a 'pure maiden' are you XRunner...now that is something of a surprise!;)

returning printer
tumbles through alien snow
dreaming of mangoes

The Cynics Only Love Poem

Love comes and goes
And often it has paused,
Then come back to see
The damage it has caused.


Brian Patten