No worries Hes, sleep well;)Quote:
Originally Posted by Hes
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No worries Hes, sleep well;)Quote:
Originally Posted by Hes
i too am cream crackered....night all fellpoets, sweet dreams...;)
Night all, bloody computer says it's infected, see you all soon;)Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
Has your PC caught a bit of a chill? Maybe you left the windows open for too long.Quote:
Originally Posted by merrylegs
Good morning all....
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed,
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course untrimmed:
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st,
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
Shakespeare
Sonnet 18
He he, lots of nasty bugs around:DQuote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
Iris Night
Robert Frost
One misty evening, one another's guide,
We two were groping down a Malvern side
The last wet fields and dripping hedges home.
There came a moment of confusing lights,
Such as according to belief in Rome
Were seen of old at Memphis on the heights
Before the fragments of a former sun
Could concentrate anew and rise as one.
Light was a paste of pigment in our eyes.
And then there was a moon and then a scene
So watery as to seem submarine;
In which we two stood saturated, drowned.
The clover-mingled rowan on the ground
Had taken all the water it could as dew,
And still the air was saturated too,
Its airy pressure turned to water weight.
Then a small rainbow like a trellis gate,
A very small moon-made prismatic bow,
Stood closely over us through which to go.
And then we were vouchsafed a miracle
That never yet to other two befell
And I alone of us have lived to tell.
A wonder! Bow and rainbow as it bent,
Instead of moving with us as we went
(To keep the pots of gold from being found),
It lifted from its dewy pediment
Its two mote-swimming many-colored ends
And gathered them together in a ring.
And we stood in it softly circled round
From all division time or foe can bring
In a relation of elected friends.
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.
Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! –* An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime . . . . . .
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est
Pro patria mori.
DULCE ET DECORUM EST, WILFRED OWEN
Don't know if we've had this before. My brother Michael did it for O-level English and has always loved it
I liked that Derby T...I really like a lot of the 1st world war poets .....don't think wer have had that one b4 so thanks :)
What luck to chance upon Freckle's poem and findQuote:
Originally Posted by freckle
a precious image to soothe the mind
Having suffered the slings and arrows of the daily toil
It feet up now and watch the kettle boil
And drink in the evocative image and think
How pedestrian concerns disappear in a blink
When nature's secret treasures are presented in lovely verse
I can weather all life's problems, no matter how adverse.;)
Nice on Freckle, the Wage Slaves' Champion.:D