Thanks...you know what its been said before but i really value this thread and the creative, colloborative friendships that have arisen from it......and now I must sleep, na night all xQuote:
Originally Posted by Hes
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Thanks...you know what its been said before but i really value this thread and the creative, colloborative friendships that have arisen from it......and now I must sleep, na night all xQuote:
Originally Posted by Hes
when I'm feeling lonely
and sad that its me only
I tend to head out for a hilly run
often feeling brighter
my evening is much lighter
when I have a nibble on a homebaked bun
if things get really bad
and I'm feeling very sad
its chocolate that will shed a little sun
that is probably my best work I think you'll agree!;):D
(and for the record, I am quite a happy soul most of the time)
Me too, Freckle. Goodnight and I hope you get some much needed rest.xxQuote:
Originally Posted by freckle
Choc.
You like your choc dark in the here and now,
I like to eat willies i think you would to,
Up to 100 % darkness, wow all that cacao,
When alone with a chocolate bar you cannot be blue.
The bitter fruity taste of ecuadorian choc,
Dark and luscious melting on your tongue,
Careful not to eat it late in the o'clock,
Enjoy the hidden delights you can't go wrong.
By Matthew Harmston.
songbirds announce dawn
Robin, Blackbird and Song Thrush
harbingers of spring
Derby T this is so lovely, beautiful imagery....I adore spring it is probably my fave season and I can't wait for it this year...there are so many gorgeous optimistic poems written in the name of spring...about rebirth, new life and potentiality ....something to look forward to in itself! this one is from the "The Four Seasons" book from the everyman pocket poet series ....Quote:
Originally Posted by Derby Tup
Spring Song II by Jean Garrigue
And now my spring beauties,
Things of the earth,
Beetles, shards and wings of moth
And snail houses left
From last summer’s wreck,
Now spring smoke
Of the burned dead leaves
And veils of the scent
Of some secret plant,
Come, my beauties, teach me,
Let me have your wild surprise,
Yes, and tell me on my knees
Of your new life.
Gorgeous DT! That makes me happy...this has been the first morning that I noticed the birds singing this year too. Won't be long before they are waking me up at 4.30am and I'm cursing them again.;)Quote:
Originally Posted by Derby Tup
I still think Today's poet says Today's pest and this is for anyone who has the same problem. You need to read it out loud and a quickly as possible :cool:
Pest by John Cooper Clarke
The pest pulled up, propped his pushbike at a pillar box, pulled his 'peen, paused at a post and pissed.
'Piss in the proper place' pronounced a perturbed pedestrian, and presently, this particular part of the planet was plunged into a panorama of public pressure and pleasure through pain.
The pandemonium prompted the police, who patrolled the precinct in panda cars, to pull up and peruse the problem, while pickpockets picked pockets in pairs.
'Arrest the pest who so pointedly pissed in that public place' pleaded the peeved people, practically palpitating.
The powerful police picked up the pest: pronounced him a poof, a pansy, a punk rocker, a pinko, a poodle poker. they picked him up, pummeled his pelvis, punctured his pipes, played ping-pong with his pubic parts, and packed him in a place of penal putrifaction.
The period in prison prooved pitiless. the pendulous pressure of a painless personality purge prompted the pest to ponder upon progessive politics... and a workable prognosis.
He put pen to paper and provatively and persuasively propogated his personal political premise -- pity: a police provacateur put poison pellets in the pest's porridge. the police provacateur was promoted, and the pest was presented with the Pulitzer peace prize... posthumously.
Bird Doctor makes typoQuote:
Originally Posted by Hes
Curses the mistake
Cured Now
ha, ha that's clever Merry! I just discovered the edit button. Could save me some embarrassment in future.Quote:
Originally Posted by merrylegs