Like that MG, it's Hobbit forming, always wondered what JRR stood for:wink:Quote:
Originally Posted by Mountain Goatess
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Like that MG, it's Hobbit forming, always wondered what JRR stood for:wink:Quote:
Originally Posted by Mountain Goatess
:cool::cool: Nice Haiku MGQuote:
Originally Posted by Mountain Goatess
I had a couple of glasses of Shiraz tonight to wash down a few guinness originals to wash down a large hot curry (best cold cure known to man ;) )
At the end of the film Black Hawk Down they play 'The Minstrel Boy' a song I first heard/sang back in Primary School and was always a favourite of mine.
THE MINSTREL BOY
The Minstrel Boy to the war is gone
In the ranks of death you will find him;
His father's sword he hath girded on,
And his wild harp slung behind him;"
Land of Song!" said the warrior bard,
"Tho' all the world betrays thee,
One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard,
One faithful harp shall praise thee!"
The Minstrel fell! But the foeman's chain
Could not bring that proud soul under;
The harp he lov'd ne'er spoke again,
For he tore its chords asunder;
And said "No chains shall sully thee,
Thou soul of love and brav'ry!
Thy songs were made for the pure and free,
They shall never sound in slavery!"
Thomas More
nice haiku...Quote:
Originally Posted by Mountain Goatess
and to go with the war theme from the boys...
Siegfried Sassoon
Autumn
OCTOBER’S bellowing anger breaks and cleaves
The bronzed battalions of the stricken wood
In whose lament I hear a voice that grieves
For battle’s fruitless harvest, and the feud
Of outraged men. Their lives are like the leaves
Scattered in flocks of ruin, tossed and blown
Along the westering furnace flaring red.
O martyred youth and manhood overthrown,
The burden of your wrongs is on my head.
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Originally Posted by freckle
The Sassoon was a good choice freckle. The 1st WW produced a lot of fine war poets but that's not surprising given the great tragedy of it all.
Another name for Lamium is the "dead nettle" .
LAMIUM
This is how you live when you have a cold heart.
As I do: in shadows, trailing over cool rock,
under the great maple trees.
The sun hardly touches me.
Sometimes I see it in early spring, rising very far away.
Then leaves grow over it, completely hiding it. I feel it
glinting through the leaves, erratic,
like someone hitting the side of a glass with a metal spoon.
Living things don't all require
light in the same degree. Some of us
make our own light: a silver leaf
like a path no one can use, a shallow
lake of silver in the darkness under the great maples.
But you know this already.
You and the others who think
you live for truth and, by extension, love
all that is cold
Louise Gluck
magnificent stag
red deer preparing to rut
dominant, roaring
Honour.
I kiss my wife for the last time,
And hold my boy tight,
As king i must stop this persian crime,
Leading the chosen 300 through the night.
We approach with our allies to the hot gates,
Shoulder to shoulder just like when we were boys,
Being compelled forward by the fates,
Hark listen i hear a million persians noise.
By Matt Harmston
Wow.....love this...so simple yet so evocativeQuote:
Originally Posted by Derby Tup
Leonidas i liked your verse, you obviously research your subject well
I is soooooooooooooooooooooooooooo happy tonight!
Must have been a funny sight
In the inky blue, a smiling elf
Bounds towards the sea
Grinning ear to ear
These legs run again
Yippeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
Its good to be back (albeit on the ITB flat for now)
x
Great to hear Frecks....yipeeee! x
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Originally Posted by freckle