Today's poet

[stevefoster]

Ha ha...like it!

I once saw a sheep eating a kitkat on Snowdon.

Even sheep need a break ;-)

[stevefoster]

LEGACY


My pappy was a rough and a serious man,
Up in the morning ‘fore six a.m.,
Out to the barn and we mustn’t play,
Feed the cows and the horses hay,
Get the chores and the milking done
Before the dawn and the rising sun.
Never a thanks or the thought of pay-
I didn’t mind, it was just his way.
Some pappys laugh and horse around
But I had respect for that hard-working man,
Who could barely read or write his name,
And he made sure I wouldn’t be the same.
His lack of learning always made him sad,
So he gave me all that he’d never had.
Yes, he gave me all that he’d never had.

Now I went to college and I earned my way,
Sure I’d make that education pay.
According to some it was no loss
For I became a corporation boss.
Now I have a wife and a couple of teens,
A great big house and a limousine.
My kids have never been like me,
They have plenty of money and time to run free.
No kid of mine need bend his back
Or heft a load to earn his tack.
They weren’t raised like my old man,
To dig in the dirt or live off the land.
I gave them all that we’d never had
And that’s the reason why they turned out bad.
Yes, that’s the reason why they turned out bad.
This poem was written as a bluegrass song.

Adeline Foster

Like this, nowt good comes easy, if it comes easy it's never fully appreciated.
How the world's changed

[freckle]

LEGACY


My pappy was a rough and a serious man,
Up in the morning ‘fore six a.m.,
Out to the barn and we mustn’t play,
Feed the cows and the horses hay,
Get the chores and the milking done
Before the dawn and the rising sun.
Never a thanks or the thought of pay-
I didn’t mind, it was just his way.
Some pappys laugh and horse around
But I had respect for that hard-working man,
Who could barely read or write his name,
And he made sure I wouldn’t be the same.
His lack of learning always made him sad,
So he gave me all that he’d never had.
Yes, he gave me all that he’d never had.

Now I went to college and I earned my way,
Sure I’d make that education pay.
According to some it was no loss
For I became a corporation boss.
Now I have a wife and a couple of teens,
A great big house and a limousine.
My kids have never been like me,
They have plenty of money and time to run free.
No kid of mine need bend his back
Or heft a load to earn his tack.
They weren’t raised like my old man,
To dig in the dirt or live off the land.
I gave them all that we’d never had
And that’s the reason why they turned out bad.
Yes, that’s the reason why they turned out bad.
This poem was written as a bluegrass song.

Adeline Foster

Like this, nowt good comes easy, if it comes easy it's never fully appreciated.
How the world's changed

Saw Joss and Kenny Stuart again last night and they were discussing how their childhood days in their hills shaped them and how very different things are these days for children. Nice choice Merry and Hi Hes!!! lovely verse from you there, saw a fair few sheep and their little lambs near castle crag yesterday...so cute!

[Mossdog]

The Word

Down near the bottom
of the crossed-out list
of things you have to do today,

between "green thread"
and "broccoli" you find
that you have penciled "sunlight."

Resting on the page, the word
is as beautiful, it touches you
as if you had a friend

and sunlight were a present
he had sent you from some place distant
as this morning -- to cheer you up,

and to remind you that,
among your duties, pleasure
is a thing,

that also needs accomplishing
Do you remember?
that time and light are kinds

of love, and love
is no less practical
than a coffee grinder

or a safe spare tire?
Tomorrow you may be utterly
without a clue

but today you get a telegram,
from the heart in exile
proclaiming that the kingdom

still exists,
the king and queen alive,
still speaking to their children,

- to any one among them
who can find the time,
to sit out in the sun and listen.
-- Tony Hoagla

[Mossdog]

I know, this is gluttony, two in one day, but I couldn't resist sharing this one too...

Love: Beginnings

They're at that stage where so much desire streams between them,
so much frank need and want,
so much absorption in the other and the self
and the self-admiring entity and unity they make --
her mouth so full, breast so lifted, head thrown back
so far in her laughter at his laughter
he so solid, planted, oaky, firm, so resonantly factual
in the headiness of being craved so,
she almost wreathed upon him as they intertwine again,
touch again, cheek, lip, shoulder, brow,
every glance moving toward the sexual, every glance away
soaring back in flame into the sexual --
that just to watch them is to feel again that hitching in the groin,
that filling of the heart,
the old, sore heart, the battered, foundered, faithful heart,
snorting again, stamping in its stall.

-- C K Williams


I wonder if there's a 'middle' and 'endings' or am I just a cynical odd sod!

[Harry H Howgill]

Yeah, it was a good night out in Keswick listening to Joss and Kenny Stuart. It was hosted by Keith Richardson who wrote his biography and he did a really good job.

The highlight of the night wasn't Joss and Kenny of course, but catching up with Freckle and OW. Nice to finally meet you.

I love the sound of those physio exercises!

Gosh...bit quiet on here tonight! My theory is that as the days lengthen, so the running becomes better and also I think a few hardcore poets are out for the night seeing Joss. I, on the other hand, am sat with an elastic band round my ankles over a pair of wellies taking a break from my physio exercises in the hope that my 'disappointing left buttock' will be a little firmer for my next appointment.

Just bought a book about imagist poetry:

The Encounter

All the while they were talking the new morality
Her eyes explored me.
And when I rose to go
Her fingers were like the tissue
Of a Japanese paper napkin.

Ezra Pound

[Harry H Howgill]

That is a good find Mossy. I like that.

The Word

Down near the bottom
of the crossed-out list
of things you have to do today,

between "green thread"
and "broccoli" you find
that you have penciled "sunlight."

Resting on the page, the word
is as beautiful, it touches you
as if you had a friend

and sunlight were a present
he had sent you from some place distant
as this morning -- to cheer you up,

and to remind you that,
among your duties, pleasure
is a thing,

that also needs accomplishing
Do you remember?
that time and light are kinds

of love, and love
is no less practical
than a coffee grinder

or a safe spare tire?
Tomorrow you may be utterly
without a clue

but today you get a telegram,
from the heart in exile
proclaiming that the kingdom

still exists,
the king and queen alive,
still speaking to their children,

- to any one among them
who can find the time,
to sit out in the sun and listen.
-- Tony Hoagla

[Harry H Howgill]

the snickering ewe
calling her baby to her
eyes me warily

[freckle]

I adore this photo Harry well done! ( in fact can I have a copy pleeeeeeeease!)

Oh and it was so lovely to see you last night!!!!!! x 100 like!

[freckle]

The Word

Down near the bottom
of the crossed-out list
of things you have to do today,

between "green thread"
and "broccoli" you find
that you have penciled "sunlight."

Resting on the page, the word
is as beautiful, it touches you
as if you had a friend

and sunlight were a present
he had sent you from some place distant
as this morning -- to cheer you up,

and to remind you that,
among your duties, pleasure
is a thing,

that also needs accomplishing
Do you remember?
that time and light are kinds

of love, and love
is no less practical
than a coffee grinder

or a safe spare tire?
Tomorrow you may be utterly
without a clue

but today you get a telegram,
from the heart in exile
proclaiming that the kingdom

still exists,
the king and queen alive,
still speaking to their children,

- to any one among them
who can find the time,
to sit out in the sun and listen.
-- Tony Hoagla

This poem is brilliant and so so true! repress your desires/needs/wants excessively and they will come back with avengence and bite you on the bum!