Today's poet

[Harry H Howgill]

For example:
Met a young lad called Al,
We had a trot up the Old Man to Wrynose and back
He moved away, i trailed behind, but what a day

Your finest, most tragic yet: Merrylegs Topaz McGonagall!

[Harry H Howgill]

I met a machine named Merry,
God that man's got determination
He's doin' a BG, he'll nail it, supported by me.

Help! Freckle, Hes, DerbyTup and Mossdog. Come back soon!

[Al Fowler]

Help! Freckle, Hes, DerbyTup and Mossdog. Come back soon!

How very dare you!


I told you i was naff at these things.

[Harry H Howgill]

How very dare you!


I told you i was naff at these things.

You have a special gift AF! Don't stop!

[Hes]

Si Tu Me Olvidas

Quiero que sepas
una cosa.

T sabes cmo es esto:
si miro
la luna de cristal, la rama roja
del lento otoo en mi ventana,
si toco
junto al fuego
la impalpable ceniza
o el arrugado cuerpo de la lea,
todo me lleva a ti,
como si todo lo que existe:
aromas, luz, metales,
fueran pequeos barcos que navegan
hacia las islas tuyas que me aguardan.

Ahora bien,
si poco a poco dejas de quererme
dejar de quererte poco a poco.

Si de pronto
me olvidas
no me busques,
que ya te habr olvidado.

Si consideras largo y loco
el viento de banderas
que pasa por mi vida
y te decides
a dejarme a la orilla
del corazn en que tengo races,
piensa
que en esa da,
a esa hora
levantar los brazos
y saldrn mis races
a buscar otra tierra.

Pero
si cada da,
cada hora,
sientes que a m ests destinada
con dulzura implacable,
si cada da sube
una flor a tus labios a buscarme,
ay amor mo, ay ma,
en m todo ese fuego se repite,
en m nada se apaga ni se olvida,
mi amor se nutre de tu amor, amada,
y mientras vivas estar en tus brazos
sin salir de los mos.

Pablo Neruda

How romantic is THAT ?!








No, seriously; how romantic IS that? I can't speak Spanish.

Oh my god!!! I love Neruda and I can speak Spanish, albeit not always fluently and with correct grammer, but enough to roughly translate. Believe me, this is a very romantic poem.

[Hes]

You have a special gift AF! Don't stop!

It is a very special gift...

I only went away to phone my friend about her boyfriend troubles and I came back to so many works of beauty, love, passion, friendship and genius....and some others.

[Al Fowler]

It is a very special gift...

I only went away to phone my friend about her boyfriend troubles and I came back to so many works of beauty, love, passion, friendship and genius....and some others.

Well we cant all be perfect....but we can jolly well give it our best shot.

[stevefoster]

Your finest, most tragic yet: Merrylegs Topaz McGonagall!

Thought i was getting good at this poetry lark, William Topaz McGonagall, poet and tragedian of Dundee, has been widely hailed as the writer of the worst poetry in the English language..
Cheers Harry

[southernsoftie]

The Coming of Grendel (Beowulf)

Now from the marshlands under the mist-mountains
Came Grendel prowling; branded with God's ire.
This murderous monster was minded to entrap
Some hapless human in that high hall.
On he came under the clouds, until clearly
He could see that great golden feasting place,
Glimmering wine-hall of men. Not his first
Raid was this on the homeplace of Hrothgar.
Never before though and never afterward
Did he encounter hardier defenders of a hall.

I have visions of last-orders/kicking-out-time at the end of XOTF!!

[Harry H Howgill]

Thought i was getting good at this poetry lark, William Topaz McGonagall, poet and tragedian of Dundee, has been widely hailed as the writer of the worst poetry in the English language..
Cheers Harry

Yeah! But he's dead. So my money is on you!