Today's poet

[Harry H Howgill]

Charmed Life

When I hold you in my arms,
And look back on my charmed life
I hope, I hope if nothing more
That one day you’ll call your life
A charmed life

Well I never really worried that much
About making lots of money and such
And I always seemed to land on my feet.
Though there’s been some difficult times
The good times where never far behind
I snatched all of my victories from the jaws of defeat

When I hold you in my arms,
And look back on my charmed life
I hope, I hope if nothing more
That one day you’ll call your life
A charmed life

Well the course of true love never ran smooth
They broke my heart, and I broke theirs too
And breaking up was so very hard to do
But I knew I’d find the one
And sure enough she came along
And not long after that along came you

Well sometimes this life is like being afloat
On a raging sea in a little row boat
Just trying not to be washed overboard
But if you take your chances and you ride your luck
And you never, never, never, never, never give up
Well those waves will see you safely to a friendly shore

When I hold you in my arms,
I know that this is a charmed life
A charmed life

N. Hannon

[Al Fowler]

There once was a nice lad named Fowler
Who committed a bit of a howler
When out running one night
Gave a young lass a fright
Got his name on a list as a prowler


Sorry Al - rhymes were quite limited

Thats quality.
They didnt put me on the list though...im on my 2nd chance.

[Hes]

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.

Divine Comedy are great...I hadn't made the connection but now I'm off to listen to some on Spotify. I love the one about the woodshed and national express.

[Harry H Howgill]

Divine Comedy are great...I hadn't made the connection but now I'm off to listen to some on Spotify. I love the one about the woodshed and national express.

They're my favourite. Some of his later, more orchestral stuff is magnificent. Listen to "Mutual Friend" if you can. Lyrics take me back to fickle teenage love and the instrumental bit in the middle is as good as some of Micheal Nyman's finest compositions, who I know influenced Neil Hannon. The "short album about love" is tops too.

This is another favourite. You might recognise the tune.

Pale, pubescent beasts
Roam through the streets
And coffee-shops
Their prey gather in herds
Of stiff knee-length skirts
And white ankle-socks
But while they search for a mate
My type hibernate
In bedrooms above
Composing their songs of love

Young, uniform minds
In uniform lines
And uniform ties
Run 'round
With trousers on fire
And signs of desire
They cannot disguise
While I try to find words
As light as the birds
That circle above
To put in my songs of love

Fate doesn't hang on a wrong or right choice
Fortune depends on the tone of your voice
So sing while you have time
Let the sun shine down from above
And fill you with songs of love

Fate doesn't hang on a wrong or right choice
Fortune depends on the tone of your voice
So let's sing while we still can
While the sun hangs high up above
Wonderful songs of love
Beautiful songs of love

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zPPi58K6wZs

[freckle]

Ooooo lots of activity on this here thread today! great!

i nearly chopped my thumb off today and got a bit lost on the fells whilst experiencing some nice stomach cramps...but then it is friday 13th!!!....despite this I have had a jolly lovely day which began with the purchase of a Pablo Neruda book.....

Leaning into the afternoons

Leaning into the afternoons I cast my sad nets
towards your oceanic eyes.

There in the highest blaze my solitude lengthens and flames,
its arms turning like a drowning man's.

I send out red signals across your absent eyes
that smell like the sea or the beach by a lighthouse.

You keep only darkness, my distant female,
from your regard sometimes the coast of dread emerges.

Leaning into the afternoons I fling my sad nets
to that sea that is thrashed by your oceanic eyes.

The birds of night peck at the first stars
that flash like my soul when I love you.

The night gallops on its shadowy mare
shedding blue tassels over the land.

Pablo Neruda

[freckle]

I do apologise if I have posted this before, but well...its friday night and that means romance and in my case e e cummings......

look
my fingers,which
touched you
and your warmth and crisp
littleness
—see?do not resemble my
fingers. My wrists hands
which held carefully the soft silence
of you(and your body
smile eyes feet hands)
are different
from what they were. My arms
in which all of you lay folded
quietly,like a
leaf or some flower
newly made by Spring
Herself,are not my
arms. I do not recognise
as myself this which i find before
me in a mirror. I do
not believe
i have ever seen these things;
someone whom you love
and who is slenderer
taller than
myself has entered and become such
lips as i use to talk with,
a new person is alive and
gestures with my
or is it perhaps you who
with my voice
are
playing.

[Harry H Howgill]

I think I've been paying attention all along, and I think that's a new one. And a lovely one it is too.

I do apologise if I have posted this before, but well...its friday night and that means romance and in my case e e cummings......

look
my fingers,which
touched you
and your warmth and crisp
littleness
—see?do not resemble my
fingers. My wrists hands
which held carefully the soft silence
of you(and your body
smile eyes feet hands)
are different
from what they were. My arms
in which all of you lay folded
quietly,like a
leaf or some flower
newly made by Spring
Herself,are not my
arms. I do not recognise
as myself this which i find before
me in a mirror. I do
not believe
i have ever seen these things;
someone whom you love
and who is slenderer
taller than
myself has entered and become such
lips as i use to talk with,
a new person is alive and
gestures with my
or is it perhaps you who
with my voice
are
playing.

[Hes]

Not a lot of romance in this house, just me, the spiders and a load of work I should have done when I was reading this instead! (violins please folks ). However, I am loving listening to Divine Comedy's back catalogue on Spotify...thanks HHH and also I really enjoyed your two latest contributions Freckle. I will post a romantic poem later this evening for you chaps and so I don't get out of practise!

[Harry H Howgill]

Not a lot of romance in this house, just me, the spiders and a load of work I should have done when I was reading this instead! (violins please folks ). However, I am loving listening to Divine Comedy's back catalogue on Spotify...thanks HHH and also I really enjoyed your two latest contributions Freckle. I will post a romantic poem later this evening for you chaps and so I don't get out of practise!

'ere's another one of his...

When I fall asleep
It could be forever
So I'll never fall asleep again
When I fall apart
Put me back together
And my life will be complete
Maybe it's tonight
Maybe tomorrow night
Next week
Next month
Next year
We've only time to fear
When I fall behind
In the quest for pleasure
I shall treasure this short time with you
We shall not be chained
We shall not be tethered
And we'll never be unkind
Maybe it's tonight
Maybe tomorrow night
Next week
Next month
Next year
We've only time to fear
If I fall in love
It will be forever
So I'll never fall in love
But the moment I can feel that
You feel that way too
Is when I might fall in love with you

It's called Timewatching if you want to listen to it.

[freckle]

Not a lot of romance in this house, just me, the spiders and a load of work I should have done when I was reading this instead! (violins please folks ). However, I am loving listening to Divine Comedy's back catalogue on Spotify...thanks HHH and also I really enjoyed your two latest contributions Freckle. I will post a romantic poem later this evening for you chaps and so I don't get out of practise!

but my darling you can still have a flight of fancy!.......