Today's poet

[freckle]

I don't know the author but continuing the winter theme:

Snowman Sniffles

At winter's end a snowman grows
a snowdrop on his carrot nose
a little, sad, late-season sniff
dried by the spring wind's handkerchief
But day and night the sniffles drop
like flower buds they never stop
until you wake and find one day
the cold, old man has run away
and winter's winds that blow and pass
left drifts of snowdrops in the grass
reminding us where such things grow
a snowman sniffed not long ago

Deborah this is lovely thank you for posting it...its always nice to hear new voices on this thread so please post more!!!! ....i like this winter theme very much but unfortunately I am snowed under (get it!?!!) at work so will be unable to post til later...looking forward to more wintry offerings

[XRunner]

THE MOUNTAIN RESCUE DOG

Yes , we bought you, long ago. There was so much we didn't know.
Crazy pup, racing the breeze, stop and sniff beneath the trees.
Puppy with so little sense. We never thought you'd grow immense.

A year old dog with dancing eyes, every day a new surprise.
Bark at children, chase the cat,. Destroy our shoes, and tear the mat.
Hooligan, so often bad. We say 'this dog will drive us mad'.

Another year, and training school. You often made me look a fool.
Until the day we took our test and your great score out-shone the rest.
Now our real work had begun. For me, a mission, for you, fun.

On the mountains, climbing steep. Concentrate, ignore the sheep.
Growing proficient, growing wise. Learning to use nose and eyes.
Often braving mountain danger hunting for an injured stranger.

Phone rings at night, we both arise. Helicopter takes us through the skies.
In freezing dark we start our quest, doing what we both do best.
So many times we make a friend, saved from an untimely end.

Mission over, our job's done. We can relax and have some fun.
From my flask I take a drink, eat a sandwich, sit and think.
You climb above me, stand and stare, looking up into the air.

Maybe you can angels see. Visions they deny to me.
Down the mountain by my side, my special dog, my joy, my pride.
Never thought when you were young that your praises would be sung.

Your story's written on your grave. 'So many lives this dog did save.'
I can remember now, with pleasure, the dog that proved to be a treasure.
That picture hanging on my wall.. My mountain dog...that says it all.

Joyce Stranger

[freckle]

Evening all, a quick hop on b4 i search for cheat xmas cake recipes...then back on laters hopefully so I can read that haiku article Hes (looks good) and take in the rest of this scrumptious thread....in the meantime here is a poen from Neil Rollinson's "Spanish Fly" that I like...

Entropy
Neil Rollinson

Your coffee grows cold on the kitchen table,
which means the universe is dying.
Your dress on the carpet is just a dress,
it has lost all sense of you now,
your body heat gone from the fabric.
I open the window, the sky is dark
and the house is also cooling, the garden,
the summer lawn, all of it finding an equilibrium.
I watch an ice cube melt in my wine,
the heat of the Chardonnay passing into the ice.
It means the universe is going to die:
the second law of thermodynamics.
Entropy rising. Only the fridge struggles
to turn things round but even here there's a
hidden loss. It hums in the corner, the only sound
on a quiet night. Outside, everywhere in the vast
sky stars are cooling, I think of the sun
consuming its fuel, the afternoon that is past,
and your dress that only this morning
was warm to my touch.

[Nathaniel Lee]

Treatment.

Is this what you expect of me,
Something like insanity.
Should i wear a straight jacket for your pleasure,
Parade me as a model case at your learned leisure.
Boo, i take a knife straight to my veins,
Where did our treatment go wrong,
Why didn't we see his pains !. Next patient.

[Harry H Howgill]

Evening all, a quick hop on b4 i search for cheat xmas cake recipes...then back on laters hopefully so I can read that haiku article Hes (looks good) and take in the rest of this scrumptious thread....in the meantime here is a poen from Neil Rollinson's "Spanish Fly" that I like...

Entropy
Neil Rollinson

Your coffee grows cold on the kitchen table,
which means the universe is dying.
Your dress on the carpet is just a dress,
it has lost all sense of you now,
your body heat gone from the fabric.
I open the window, the sky is dark
and the house is also cooling, the garden,
the summer lawn, all of it finding an equilibrium.
I watch an ice cube melt in my wine,
the heat of the Chardonnay passing into the ice.
It means the universe is going to die:
the second law of thermodynamics.
Entropy rising. Only the fridge struggles
to turn things round but even here there's a
hidden loss. It hums in the corner, the only sound
on a quiet night. Outside, everywhere in the vast
sky stars are cooling, I think of the sun
consuming its fuel, the afternoon that is past,
and your dress that only this morning
was warm to my touch.

Ice in Chardonnay!

Lovely poem though

[Harry H Howgill]

I don't know the author but continuing the winter theme:

Snowman Sniffles

At winter's end a snowman grows
a snowdrop on his carrot nose
a little, sad, late-season sniff
dried by the spring wind's handkerchief
But day and night the sniffles drop
like flower buds they never stop
until you wake and find one day
the cold, old man has run away
and winter's winds that blow and pass
left drifts of snowdrops in the grass
reminding us where such things grow
a snowman sniffed not long ago

Hi Deborah

It felt pretty darned wintery today in the hail and rain. I even thought it was snowing at one point.

A good post

HHH

[Hes]

Ice in Chardonnay!

Lovely poem though

Ha ha ha...that is exactly what I thought when I read the poem but I do like it very much, especially the lines about the woman's dress losing her heat. Wistful and sad.

[Harry H Howgill]

Ha ha ha...that is exactly what I thought when I read the poem but I do like it very much, especially the lines about the woman's dress losing her heat. Wistful and sad.

Evening Hes,

Quite right! I prefer mine with diet pepsi, and an umbrella with cherry.

[Hes]

Evening Hes,

Quite right! I prefer mine with diet pepsi, and an umbrella with cherry.

Evening! You've got it all wrong, a dash of blackcurrant and a sparkler, now that's more like it!

[freckle]

Evening! You've got it all wrong, a dash of blackcurrant and a sparkler, now that's more like it!

Eeee well you two...sounds like you need a propa geordie lass to take you our on the town and show yer some serious beverages...sod the wine wot about guiness with tia maria!!! can't have many of them b4 falling over in fits of giggles!.....will post some poetry soon honest....x