Birthday
Hope
the best of
presents
Love
the best of
gifts
Future
the best of
treasures
Treasure
the gift of
Y-O-U.
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Birthday
Hope
the best of
presents
Love
the best of
gifts
Future
the best of
treasures
Treasure
the gift of
Y-O-U.
Ooh. Is there a birthday approaching? ;)Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
There is some dreadful birthday card poetry out there. This is the worst I could find. I'm sure its all true by the way :D
Bright Joy
On your birthday,
I’m thinking about how much light and sparkle
you freely dispense wherever you go,
how your sunny smile lights up any gathering.
Every birthday marks another year
of you radiating positive, happy energy,
contagious happiness
that infects all who come in contact with you.
May your next birthday find you the same--
glowing from within,
beaming bright joy on everyone you meet.
I feel blessed to know you.
By Joanna Fuchs
Aw shucks thanks :)Quote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
Hey Freckle!
It's past midnight and it's your birthday.
Happy Birthday to you
Happy Birthday to you
Happy Birthday dear liberator of 3616 beautiful poetic expressions
HAppy Birthday to you.
Is it your birthday Freckle? Happy Birthday!!!! Hope you have a good one. I'll try and find you a card from India...I think they beat even HHH's poem with their 'uniqueness'. Last day in Shimla and then back to Delhi tomorrow to fly home on Friday. Not going to spend it in the internet so here is a quick offering before I go off to do battle with cheeky monkeys!
stars among the pines
up at Hanuman's temple
monkeys run amok
three soaring eagles
and rose-capped himalayas
at the setting sun
See you all soon!
Enjoy the rest of your trip Hes and have a safe journey home! :cool:
Freckle
May I be the third person to wish you a happy birthday this morning! And its not even 7 yet! :D
Nice to hear from you Hes and I like your latest haiku. Have a safe journey home.
Happy birthday Freckle (is this the right thread*?)
Because today's so special
it really wouldn't do,
to send one simple birthday wish
to last the whole year through...
So this wishes happy moments,
a day when dreams come true,
and a year that's filled with all the things
that mean the most to you.
(anon)
* only if i can add a poem:)
Thank you one and all for your birthday wishes, its a lovely snowy day for it up here !.......x runner what an adorable little verse brought a tear to my eye! i certainly do wish my dreams come true this year!.......have a wonderful day all xxxQuote:
Originally Posted by XRunner
Happy Birthday Freckle have a lovely day.
Well all this birthday jollyness is all well and good. But surely what any self respecting poetry type wants is a poem about death.
My favourite from Leonard
Who By Fire
New Skin For The Old Ceremony -- 1974
Who by fire? Who by water? Who in the sunshine? Who in the night time? Who by high ordeal? Who by common trial? Who in your merry, merry month of May? Who by very slow decay? And who shall I say is calling?
And who in her lonely slip? Who by barbiturate? Who in these realms of love? Who by something blunt? Who by avalanche? Who by powder? Who for his greed? Who for his hunger? And who shall I say is calling?
Who by brave assent? Who by accident? Who in solitude? Who in this mirror? Who by his lady's command? Who by his own hand? Who in mortal chains? Who in power? And who shall I say is calling?
Better still if you You-tube it and get some music with the words.
there we go. back on track.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EQTRX23EMNk&feature=fvw
"who by her lonely slip, who by the barbituate"...hell of a line...this is pure misery even by my standards !!! off to find some spike milligan...
even spike got fed up sometimes and the result was good for us...regardez...
Halved
Spike Milligan
The essence of true beauty
Lingers in all-encompassing rainbows
Of your joy and laughter
You hold my hand and smile
As we ensconce ourselves in our world of fire
Our love is all there is
I touch your face
Your gentleness astounds me
I'm held in the honour of your love
Then overnight, the wrold truns suor
61 mInnIts past the ELevenTHH HouRR
I'M A L 0 N E
You old misery guts! :DYou've got to have a giggle too!Quote:
Originally Posted by Old Whippet
No Blues Blues
I sat down to sing the blues and everything was fine
Then I found I had a problem, no blues on my mind
I’ve got the no blues blues, can’t think of nothing bad
Got the no blues blues, best thing I’ve ever had
I want to get down and moan, holler and shout
But every time I start to groan, I find the sun’s come out
I’ve got the no blues blues, can’t think of nothing bad
Got the no blues blues, best thing I’ve ever had
My baby hasn’t left me, got no holes in my shoes
My radio is broken so I can’t hear the news
I’ve got the no blues blues, can’t think of nothing bad
Got the no blues blues, best thing I’ve ever had
Rory Motion
This poem was written by Ted Hughes in 1997 about Slyvia Plath, reading this and knowing this I find it very moving....the sense of loss is palpable
Your poems are like a dark city centre.
Your novel, your stories, your journals, your letters, are suburbs
Of this big city.
The hotels are lit like office blocks all night
With scholars, priests, pilgrims. It's at night
Sometimes I drive through. I just find
Myself driving through, going slow, simply
Roaming in my own darkness, pondering
What you did. Nearly always
I glimpse you - at some crossing,
Staring upwards, lost, sixty year old.
...
They're great Hes. I hope to see the himalayas one day (from the ground) I've flown over them a few times but that isn't just the same.Quote:
Originally Posted by Hes
More monkey trouble hey! :D
Oooo i like this Harry :)Quote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
One of my new year's resolutions was to find out more about Ted and Sylvia. A tragic, but fascinating story. I enjoyed those short YouTube pieces on them.Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
This poem is just beautiful.
I just trashed the melancholy mood mind you. :) SorryQuote:
Originally Posted by freckle
Liked the Spike Milligan too.
You've got to have some fun on your birthday!
Here's one for Hes on her way back from views of the Himalayas to Yorkshire.
High Tea
Whilst on a Nepalese mountain walk
I came across two Yetis
So I took them both back home to York
And we went for tea at Betty's
We ordered toast and tea with lime
And some dainty little ices
And everything was going fine
Till the Yetis saw the prices
They ate two tourists who came from Spain
The way they were was all too horrible
So I never took them there again
Their behaviour was abominable
Rory Motion
Read the Bell Jar it's interesting and as many poems of both sylvia and ted and journals. The picture of her declining mental illness in bell jar is very good.
Doesn't the Ted Hughes poem posted say it all about there relationship and his frame of mind towards it. I don't think anything more needs to be read regards that particular subject. Genius.
I will do just that.Quote:
Originally Posted by tri-mind
cheers TM
a suggestion...first fell poets meet=Quote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
i) some hideously hard (by my standards) fell run
ii) pub grub and snecklifter
iii) crashing at someone's pad to watch slyvia the film to discuss
iv) a poetry reading (each fell poet to bring one of their own pieces and one another to discuss)
what do ya think?....too highbrow?
if so we could always have a plan b?
:)
Be kind
we are always asked
to understand the other person's
viewpoint
no matter how
out-dated
foolish or
obnoxious.
one is asked
to view
their total error
their life-waste
with
kindliness,
especially if they are
aged.
but age is the total of
our doing.
they have aged
badly
because they have
lived
out of focus,
they have refused to
see.
not their fault?
whose fault?
mine?
I am asked to hide
my viewpoint
from them
for fear of their
fear.
age is no crime
but the shame
of a deliberately
wasted
life
among so many
deliberately
wasted
lives
is.
Charles Bukowski </B>
what can i say? this guys a genious!
Class! :cool:Quote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
That sounds a bit organised by our standards, but as we don't go in for rules, we'll break our own rules and do just as you suggest. :DQuote:
Originally Posted by freckle
Absolutely
Life is not for wasting.
Let me die a youngman's death
not a clean and inbetween
the sheets holywater death
not a famous-last-words
peaceful out of breath death
When I'm 73
and in constant good tumour
may I be mown down at dawn
by a bright red sports car
on my way home
from an allnight party
Or when I'm 91
with silver hair
and sitting in a barber's chair
may rival gangsters
with hamfisted tommyguns burst in
and give me a short back and insides
Or when I'm 104
and banned from the Cavern
may my mistress
catching me in bed with her daughter
and fearing for her son
cut me up into little pieces
and throw away every piece but one
Let me die a youngman's death
not a free from sin tiptoe in
candle wax and waning death
not a curtains drawn by angels borne
'what a nice way to go' death
Roger McGough
Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
Rhyming Yetis with Betty's is genius :cool:
Quote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
Rory Motion is just fab....Quote:
Originally Posted by Derby Tup
I was watching the match at Leeds Road
It started raining
The two old blokes in the next seats
Took their caps off
"Excuse me," I said
"Why are you taking your caps off?"
"Nay, lad," the nearest one replied
"I'm not going to sit all night
In a damp cap."
:D
This one's for DT....
Radio 2
From Dawn
(with Sarah Kennedy)
I listen to Radio 2
All day
Until I'm glad it's night
And the pips
Rory Motion
Reminds me of a friend I used to fish with years ago. He daren't put his fishing umbrella up in rain as his wife used to shout at him if he got it wet! :eek:
Quote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
Now that is very funny and clever :)
Quote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
Too right! I hope he never got his wellies soggy either!Quote:
Originally Posted by Derby Tup
Free
by: Alisha Sufit
I thought of life
as though it were a space
with walls and floor
and ceiling,
sought to make it solid, fixed,
construct it well,
so I should have security of place.
Then I heard the small stars'
laughter pealing far away.
"Fall!" they cried,
"and fly,
for you cannot break your bones,
nor die.
There is no ground
upon which you can land.
It's all pure ether,
solid as the sand
that fills Egyptian deserts,
solid as the water in the sea.
Let go and fall
and then you will be free."
Evening all:)
so brilliant especially verse 2......thanks so much mossy for posting :)Quote:
Originally Posted by Mossdog
Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That's all we know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.
W.B. Yeats
Great choice Mossy.Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
Now that is good too. I bought a book of his and haven't even started looking at it yet. I must dig it out.Quote:
Originally Posted by Derby Tup
well man of many h's - that's spookily appropriate!Quote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
Liked your gloom busting poem. Must delve into this Rory Motion person.
You and your levity!