Today's poet

[Hes]

Hes, are you an artist?

Some lovely poems here! It is a great joy to discover new things! Thank you for starting this thread Freckle

Hi Hanneke, if you wanted to look at my work it is at this website.

www.hestercox.com

I saw this at the Yorkshire Sculpture Park yesterday. It is by Alec Finlay:

Blue
Inky
Lips
Blue
fingEred
we'Re
pleasuRed
royallY

I love his other plant poems and his renga.

[Hes]

Blue
Inky
Lips
Blue
fingEred
we'Re
pleasuRed
royallY

I didn't get the spacing right on that but you get the gist I think!

I love his other plant poems and his renga.[/QUOTE]

[freckle]

Now is the hour,
when we must say goodbye
Soon you'll be sailing,
far across the sea.
While you're away,
Oh please remember me.
When you return,
you'll find me waiting here.

just listened to the lullaby/song....how soothing...lovely

still searching for a good relevant poem HHH, hope its going well!...i did found this by Stan Bell which I thought was quite sweet, not exactly about children/birth as such but about the strength garnered between two people......which is relevant to the journey you are on at the minute....

Banner Bright
Stan Bell

Time, love and sharing
have made us
the warp and weft of
a seamless fabric
made of us the one whole cloth.

Woven tight as any good tweed
stretched between the poles
of a long life
made of us a banner bright.

With memory symbols
and measured icons
resplendent as the sun banners
as the Fianna
made of us a woven poem.

Made of us a banner bright.

[Derby Tup]

just listened to the lullaby/song....how soothing...lovely

still searching for a good relevant poem HHH, hope its going well!...i did found this by Stan Bell which I thought was quite sweet, not exactly about children/birth as such but about the strength garnered between two people......which is relevant to the journey you are on at the minute....

Banner Bright
Stan Bell

Time, love and sharing
have made us
the warp and weft of
a seamless fabric
made of us the one whole cloth.

Woven tight as any good tweed
stretched between the poles
of a long life
made of us a banner bright.

With memory symbols
and measured icons
resplendent as the sun banners
as the Fianna
made of us a woven poem.

Made of us a banner bright.

Nice

[Harry H Howgill]

just listened to the lullaby/song....how soothing...lovely

still searching for a good relevant poem HHH, hope its going well!...i did found this by Stan Bell which I thought was quite sweet, not exactly about children/birth as such but about the strength garnered between two people......which is relevant to the journey you are on at the minute....

Banner Bright
Stan Bell

Time, love and sharing
have made us
the warp and weft of
a seamless fabric
made of us the one whole cloth.

Woven tight as any good tweed
stretched between the poles
of a long life
made of us a banner bright.

With memory symbols
and measured icons
resplendent as the sun banners
as the Fianna
made of us a woven poem.

Made of us a banner bright.

That's really lovely. As ever with poetry, all the best for being read aloud. Do you have an encyclopedic knowledge of poetry or just know a good website or two? I'm looking for a baby poem that isn't too sickly sweet but am struggling at the mo.

I'm just enjoying the haikus too much still. I've just been out running for an hour counting on my fingers.

I'm just a guy who's
happiest, writing haikus
muddying fell shoes.

[Derby Tup]

Wharfedale Great Whernside
Yorkshire Fell Championship
No medals for me

[Harry H Howgill]

Wharfedale Great Whernside
Yorkshire Fell Championship
No medals for me

Would winning medals
add anything more to a
good day in the hills?

[Derby Tup]

Would winning medals
add anything more to a
good day in the hills?

The answer is no
I love running in the Dales
Especially with friends

[Harry H Howgill]

A Great Whernside Haiku

Go up up up up
up up up up up up trig
down down down down stop

[dominion]

A Poem – (taken from Sport & Play 17th March 1923)

The Athlete’s Medicine

What is it that impels a lad-
‘Neath winter skies, but thinly clad-
To turn out when going’s bad-
CROSS COUNTRY!

What is it that induces “crocks”-
Though short of wind and scant of locks-
To emulate the hare or fox?
CROSS COUNTRY!

No heed is paid to snow or rain,
They run for sport – no thought of gain-
And laugh at swamp or muddy lane,
CROSS COUNTRY!

“Youth will be served” some sage decreed;
But he who runs may also read,
Ralph Stanton still retains his speed-
CROSS COUNTRY!

When aught else fails your hopes to rouse,
Try furrowed fields for furrowed brows;
Just take it easy, walk the “ploughs”
CROSS COUNTRY!

Those over modest bookies who
Were missing when the ‘fav’ was due
Were no doubt seeking pastures new-
CROSS COUNTRY!

For young or old who nostrums seek
To bring back health to pallid cheek
I would prescribe one run per week
CROSS COUNTRY!