Today's poet

[stevefoster]

The Fetid Night.

I run wind racing past my face,
Faster, faster i know i am found,
I really must escape this place,
Before i find that i am bound.

Too late i falter and i am caught,
The black night will have it's way,
My struggle had been all for naught,
It night be that i die today.

I start to struggle, twist and turn,
You fetid darkness i will stop your fun,
My fight for life; A fire starts to burn,
I reach out through the night i think i have won.

Once again i am tired the fight too much,
To defeat the night there is a price to pay,
I must wary not to lose my touch,
As i must fight this fight everyday.


By Matt Harmston.

Bloody ell mate, your better at poetry than me
Doesn't take much like
Seriously though, that's bloody good

[Nathaniel Lee]

Thanks everyone. I find it really comfortable talking about anything in such a wonderful environment. I am genuinely moved by your responses. What is our topic tonight ?. Love,Death,comedy,fellrunning or nothing in particular ?. I know i find it very stimulating. Love to you all.

[Hes]

Long time since I had Syd Barrett in my head. But this morning he's stuck there.


Late Night


When I woke up today
And you weren't there to play
Then I wanted to be with you
When you showed me your eyes
Whispered love at the skies
Then I wanted to stay with you
Inside me I feel alone and unreal
And the way you kiss will always be
A very special thing to me...

When I lay still at night seeing
Stars high and light
Then I wanted to be with you
When the rooftops shone dark
All alone (I) saw a spark
Spark of love just to stay with you
Inside me I feel alone and unreal
And the way you kiss will always be
A very special thing to me...

If I mention your name
Turn around on a chain
Then the sky opens for you
When we grew very tall
When I saw you so small
Then I wanted to stay with you
Inside me I feel alone and unreal
And the way you kiss will always be
A very special thing to me...

Congratulations Old Whippet on being the 1000th postee and also for some great poems. I love this song too and am about to dig out my This Mortal Coil albums to play their version of it...oh blow that, I'm on Youtube listening to the original instead.

[freckle]

evening all....just a quick one then i'm offski...

NEVER give all the heart, for love
Will hardly seem worth thinking of
To passionate women if it seem
Certain, and they never dream
That it fades out from kiss to kiss;
For everything that's lovely is
But a brief, dreamy. Kind delight.
O never give the heart outright,
For they, for all smooth lips can say,
Have given their hearts up to the play.
And who could play it well enough
If deaf and dumb and blind with love?
He that made this knows all the cost,
For he gave all his heart and lost.

[Hes]

The Fetid Night.

I run wind racing past my face,
Faster, faster i know i am found,
I really must escape this place,
Before i find that i am bound.

Too late i falter and i am caught,
The black night will have it's way,
My struggle had been all for naught,
It night be that i die today.

I start to struggle, twist and turn,
You fetid darkness i will stop your fun,
My fight for life; A fire starts to burn,
I reach out through the night i think i have won.

Once again i am tired the fight too much,
To defeat the night there is a price to pay,
I must wary not to lose my touch,
As i must fight this fight everyday.


By Matt Harmston.

This is really something Tri-mind. I've been teaching all day and only just got here. Been working my way through the posts. Read this and thought wow...I didn't actually realise you'd written it yourself until the next few posts. Thank you for posting it, it is amazing.

[Hes]

Oh I do like that! Right up my street that one MG.

On the back of yesterday's shock Plath in the attic discovery, I found a scrap of paper on the Northumberland moors yesterday afternoon. Signed Siegfried Sassoon (could have been Southern Softie - the writing was blurred).)
One of his unknown limericks.

I'm not enjoying this war
I don't even know what it's for
This God-awful trench
Is filled with the stench
Of chaos and carnage and gore.

now what's the chances of that?

My goodness Old Whippet...what are the chances of that? Pretty slim eh? and what are the chances of this...was going through my scraps box for my class today and I found an old noodle packet with some oriental characters drawn on in brush and ink. As luck would have it, my Japanese friend was able to translate and it turned out to be this limerick by someone calling themselves Basho (odd name I thought...maybe they translated that bit wrong).

there once was a pond by the hill
it was ancient and perfectly still
along came a frog
that jumped from a log
the splash could be heard in Brazil.

[Old Whippet]

My goodness Old Whippet...what are the chances of that? Pretty slim eh? and what are the chances of this...was going through my scraps box for my class today and I found an old noodle packet with some oriental characters drawn on in brush and ink. As luck would have it, my Japanese friend was able to translate and it turned out to be this limerick by someone calling themselves Basho (odd name I thought...maybe they translated that bit wrong).

there once was a pond by the hill
it was ancient and perfectly still
along came a frog
that jumped from a log
the splash could be heard in Brazil.

Well, it's quite remarkable what can turn up in a noodle packet. Truly a Basho classic.
Rumour has it that the famed lost limericks of Yeats, Shakespeare and John Cooper Clarke are still out there. Surely it's only a matter of time.

[Mr Benn]

I thought I'd share this one with you all to show the problems when goats drink too much snecklifter...

One day there was a goat,
Who really liked to eat oats.
He ran around and played all day,
being all happy, and gay.
Next a dark cloud came near,
and the little billy, drank some beer.
Drunk he was, so he picked a fight,
so that little dark cloud, went amazingly bright.
Down came a thunder bolt, at that goat,
and destroyed much more, than just his coat.
The cloud ran away, back to the ocean.
The goat applied, some antiseptic lotion.
That little goat, was all scratched and bruised,
so he figured, his beer was far too brewed!
Now that goat, will be more nice,
and eat those oats, with sugar and spice.

[Hes]

I thought I'd share this one with you all to show the problems when goats drink too much snecklifter...

One day there was a goat,
Who really liked to eat oats.
He ran around and played all day,
being all happy, and gay.
Next a dark cloud came near,
and the little billy, drank some beer.
Drunk he was, so he picked a fight,
so that little dark cloud, went amazingly bright.
Down came a thunder bolt, at that goat,
and destroyed much more, than just his coat.
The cloud ran away, back to the ocean.
The goat applied, some antiseptic lotion.
That little goat, was all scratched and bruised,
so he figured, his beer was far too brewed!
Now that goat, will be more nice,
and eat those oats, with sugar and spice.

Surreal and wise, folks...consider this next time you are out on the lash, go home and have your oats instead.

[XRunner]

Sister gave me some once in liquid form, bloody orrible

Echinacea Root : A gelatinous suppository.

You are not supposed to drink it, Merrylegs