After today's events at the dinner table I was trying to find something similar that Michael Rosen once did. Couldn't find what I wanted but came across this instead which Iliked.
Words Are Ours
In the beginning was the word
and the word is ours:
the names of places,
the names of flowers,
the names of names,
words are ours.
Page-turners
for early-learners
How to boil an egg
or mend a leg
Words are ours
Wall-charts
Love hearts
Sports reports
Short retorts
Jam-jar labels
Timetables
Words are ours
Following the instructions
for furniture constructions
Ancient mythologies
Online anthologies
Who she wrote for
Who to vote for
Joke collections
Results of elections
Words are ours
The tale's got you gripped
Have you learned your script?
The method of an Experiment
Ingredients for merriment
W8n 4ur txt
Re: whts nxt
Print media
Wikipedia
Words are ours
Sub-titles on TV
Details on your cv
Book of great speeches
Guide to the best beaches
Looking for chapters
on velociraptors
Words are ours
The mystery of history
The history of mystery
The views of news
The news of views
Words to explain
the words for pain.
doing geography
Autobiography
What to do in pay-phones
Goodbyes on gravestones
Words are ours.
Fitness can't be stored. It must be earned over and over, indefinitely.
What makes you smile, what makes you happy,
Wind, rain, sunshine, snow, whatever,
Keep going till your days end
Love to run, love to cycle, love being outdoors, gives me clarity of mind, which is more than this forum does
Hills and Guinness!
I was talking to somebody about poetry and meaning the other day, and death of the author and all that, and I remembered this one (Billy Collins):
"I ask them to take a poem
and hold it up to the light
like a color slide
or press an ear against its hive.
I say drop a mouse into a poem
and watch him probe his way out,
or walk inside the poem's room
and feel the walls for a light switch.
I want them to waterski
across the surface of a poem
waving at the author's name on the shore.
But all they want to do
is tie the poem to a chair with rope
and torture a confession out of it.
They begin beating it with a hose
to find out what it really means."
Hiya Mud, long time no speak. We never did end up meeting after all, and I'm certainly not doing that bloody triathlon again. Hope you are well.
I like your choice. Torture and waterskiiing in one poem. It has it all. Plus deeper meaning of course.
I'll have to read up on your link. Looks interesting.
Fitness can't be stored. It must be earned over and over, indefinitely.
Hiya HHH. I did spot the Sportchestra ones when you posted them...
Fitness can't be stored. It must be earned over and over, indefinitely.
Evening everyone, it looks like I need to give up work in order to keep up with all this great poetry being posted. I didn't get to run today as I spent it teaching people to make prints but they were an inspirational bunch so maybe I should write one about that.