Today's poet

Great my wife bought me the same as well.

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Originally Posted by Derby Tup

I read it out loud prior to posting HHH:)

Apparently he {SERENADE TO FAREWELL VINICUS DE MORAES} had eight wives and drank himself to death. Makes old Pablo look a saint :eek:

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O Poetinha, No morals:D

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Originally Posted by Hes

Better dash...I've managed to eek out my lunch for long enough...there is a rather large hare waiting to be printed in my studio. See you later.

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Has your rather large hare escaped yet?

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Originally Posted by XRunner

Has your rather large hare escaped yet?

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It seems to have done a runner or should I say XRunner...you chose the right one as well...I like this, maybe I could get everyone to have my prints as their avatar and see if it helps sales any!:D

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Originally Posted by Hes

It seems to have done a runner or should I say XRunner...you chose the right one as well...I like this, maybe I could get everyone to have my prints as their avatar and see if it helps sales any!:D

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Just changed my avatar, but would like to use your fallen angel as one if that's ok Hes.

Dorothy

Your reaction an awakening,
I got you all wrong,
unconditional understanding,
a balm to my soul.
But then your story was inside me
all along,
just
with a different outcome.
Sweet 18, with a cockney lilt,
an eye for style
and short hand typing skills,
your tartan tights weren’t warm enough
for these northern climbs
and pretty soon that diamond
in your eyes,
and the sophistication of your mind
dimmed in the shade of lonely nights,
3 kids under 25 then another surprise.
But amidst the worn out carpet
was Shakespeare, the Brontes
and your ever present dictionary.
And now, I see you mum
for the very first time,
adult to adult, your last child,
her new self screeching
as she outgrows
the kernel of repetition
finally starting her own journey,
scared and sometimes lonely
but now
ME.

Good stuff freckle :)

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Originally Posted by freckle

Dorothy

Your reaction an awakening,
I got you all wrong,
unconditional understanding,
a balm to my soul.
But then your story was inside me all along,
just with a different outcome.
Sweet 18, with a cockney lilt,
an eye for style and short hand typing skills,
your tartan tights weren’t warm enough
for these northern climbs
and pretty soon that diamond
in your eyes,
and the sophistication of your mind
dimmed in the shade of lonely nights,
3 kids under 25 then another surprise.
But amidst the worn out carpet
Shakespeare, the Brontes
and your ever present dictionary.
And now, I see you mum
for the very first time,
adult to adult, your last child,
her new self screeching as she outgrows
the kernel of repetition
finally starting her own journey,
scared and sometimes lonely
but now
ME.

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Rust

Oxidised bus stops, railings
bicycle chains left out through
Winter

Red fungi that grows
from ferrous metal
like a lichen on granite
tors.

Water, air and time
is all that's needed
we can't stop stuff
from changing.

Hes, something that fits the 'alone not lonely' bill:

Happy the man, and happy he alone,
He who can call today his own:
He who, secure within, can say,
Tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.
Be fair or foul or rain or shine
The joys I have posessed, in spite of fate, are mine.
Not Heaven itself upon the past has power,
But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.

John Dryden Happy the Man

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Originally Posted by neil wootton

Rust

Oxidised bus stops, railings
bicycle chains left out through
Winter

Red fungi that grows
from ferrous metal
like a lichen on granite
tors.

Water, air and time
is all that's needed
we can't stop stuff
from changing.

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absolutely beautiful neil really really liked the last line! one for my wall i reckon!