Today's poet

[freckle]

there may be blood on the lap top
but i fear not
still running this sunny afternoon

[Hes]

there may be blood on the lap top
but i fear not
still running this sunny afternoon

Ohhh noo...I hope it stops bleeding soon. I loved the Plath. You have inspired me to seek out more of her poetry. I am ashamed to say that I haven't read any for years until this thread so thanks for rekindling my interest.

[Old Whippet]

there may be blood on the lap top
but i fear not
still running this sunny afternoon

that's pretty hardcore Freckle - poetry whilst still dripping blood.
Anyone here beat that?
Only joking folks! Lets not have a literary bloodbath.

Mudclaws ready and off to the hills for me. Where who knows, there may be scraps of parchment floating around with hitherto unknown works by Sassoon, Hopkins and co.

[Hes]

Still on the limericks I see.
Just as well - you wouldn't believe it, but I was in the attic earlier and found this unpublished Limerick by Sylvia Plath hand written on a beer mat.
What's the chances of that?

Today's a good day for dying
For sobbing and moaning and crying
If you tell me tomorrow
Wont bring as much sorrow
I'll know that you're obviously lying.

Old Whippet...you never cease to amaze me. Can I have a root around in your attic? If you had written this, I'd be so impressed as it is pretty much perfect in rhyme and rhythm but as Plath did it, I'd expect nothing less.

[Hes]

Wow...this is amazing, I just found this at the back of my potting shed written on the back of an envelope addressed to someone called W. H. Auden:

There was a mechanic named Bud
who seemed like a bit of a stud
on a spring day of leisure
we shared immense pleasure
and ended up rolling in mud.

I'm guessing the two friends went for a nice wholesome fell run.

[Harry H Howgill]

...that must have been excitement overload! I once delivered five small puppies and it was one of the most moving and incredibly exciting times ever so I am imagining that tenfold and probably don't even come close! Quiet day in my studio today and a little Neruda, a man after my own heart that gets excited about everday things:

Ode to a Pair of Socks

Maru Mori brought me
a pair
of socks
that she knit with her
shepherd's hands....

I love that. My Gran knits socks that are so unfashionable that they must border on the fashionable again.

I think it was Eddie Izzard who said fashion was circular. I can't remember it perfectly, and I can't write in circles, but it went something like this...

Fashionable
Stylish
Nice
Plain
Practical
Gross
Rediculous
Fashionable (repeat ad finitum)

[Harry H Howgill]

Wow...this is amazing, I just found this at the back of my potting shed written on the back of an envelope addressed to someone called W. H. Auden:

There was a mechanic named Bud
who seemed like a bit of a stud
on a spring day of leisure
we shared immense pleasure
and ended up rolling in mud.

I'm guessing the two friends went for a nice wholesome fell run.

Today's a good day for dying
For sobbing and moaning and crying
If you tell me tomorrow
Wont bring as much sorrow
I'll know that you're obviously lying.

What fantastic luck to find them. They are brilliant

p.s. I'm sure you're right about the fell running / mud scenario. Just what I thought too

[Harry H Howgill]

I think it is the lack of sleep, but I'm already feeling weary about going back to work after the paternity leave....

I can't decide whether a run or a sleep would make me feel better.

Leaving Today

So suddenly awake.
No light from yonder window breaks, no crowing cock,
Just my old clock, please make it stop.
I try to wrestle free,
But like the dew she clings to me,
"No way Jose, you don't get away that easily".

Leaving today, leaving today, leaving today.

"Release me let me go.
I love you more that you could know.
All I can do is promise to come home to you".
I tip-toe from the bed
And put my head around the nursery door to say good-bye.
It breaks my heart every single time.

I'm leaving today, I'm leaving today, I'm leaving today.

I would stay if you asked me, so for God's sake don't ask me to stay.
My taxi has arrived. Good-bye sweet simple life, good-bye.

The city's waking up.
Dreams fizzle out like raindrops racing down the glass.
They blur the street-lamps as we pass.

N Hannon

[Hes]

I think it is the lack of sleep, but I'm already feeling weary about going back to work after the paternity leave....

I can't decide whether a run or a sleep would make me feel better.

Leaving Today

So suddenly awake.
No light from yonder window breaks, no crowing cock,
Just my old clock, please make it stop.
I try to wrestle free,
But like the dew she clings to me,
"No way Jose, you don't get away that easily".

Leaving today, leaving today, leaving today.

"Release me let me go.
I love you more that you could know.
All I can do is promise to come home to you".
I tip-toe from the bed
And put my head around the nursery door to say good-bye.
It breaks my heart every single time.

I'm leaving today, I'm leaving today, I'm leaving today.

I would stay if you asked me, so for God's sake don't ask me to stay.
My taxi has arrived. Good-bye sweet simple life, good-bye.

The city's waking up.
Dreams fizzle out like raindrops racing down the glass.
They blur the street-lamps as we pass.

N Hannon

That's a lovely poem HHH.

I reckon a run is on the agenda. You'll get all energised and then when you do sleep it will be a good sleep (until the little one wakes up!)...

[Harry H Howgill]

That's a lovely poem HHH.

I reckon a run is on the agenda. You'll get all energised and then when you do sleep it will be a good sleep (until the little one wakes up!)...

Its actually a Divine Comedy lyric which I adore. Poetic enough to post I thought. I've been hunting out my favourites and will post more later.

You've convinced me. I'll get my kit on. Back in ten mile.