Today's poet

[freckle]

Well that's brilliant: Freckle, the human poetry encyclopedia strikes again.

Awwwww...shucks ...trying to compose something of my own tonight but my concentration is poor on account of two mini freckles having a spat in the background when they should be asleep, might have to use the old "santa only delivers presents to good litlle girsl" card soon....

[Harry H Howgill]

Awwwww...shucks ...trying to compose something of my own tonight but my concentration is poor on account of two mini freckles having a spat in the background when they should be asleep, might have to use the old "santa only delivers presents to good litlle girsl" card soon....

By that rule does that mean that you are getting anything for Christmas for this year or not?

[Harry H Howgill]

I mentioned many many posts back that I had an album by Vikki Clayton composed entirely with John Clare poems. Well I finally found one of them on t'internet here...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FBRNfx-oL88

I think it is lovely and I hope some of you do too.


The chaffinch in the hedgerow sings, by a brown and naked thorn
By it's tail the titmouse hings searching the buds at morn
I'll wish dirty roads away and the meadows flooded water
And court before I end the day the gardners bonny daughter

She's sweeter than the first of spring , more fair than Christmas roses
When robins by the hovel sings sweet smiles this maid discloses
Her hair so brown her eyes so bright as clear as meadow water
I'll go and have a word tonight with the gardners bonny daughter

Her cheeks they're like a coloured rose, oh a kiss would surely burn ye
Her lips are gems more red than those for love I'll go the journey
When the white thorn comes in bloom and the chaffinch lays it's lauter
I'll walk where singing birds are brief with the gardners bonny daughter

I passed the gardeners house one night my heart burned to a cinder
I saw her face and her eyes so bright she was looking through the window
But when I passed the house again I'd been pounded in a mortar
But she smiled and looked upon me then, so I love the gardeners daughter

I love the gardners daughter -- Ooh that sweet daughter

John Clare

[freckle]

By that rule does that mean that you are getting anything for Christmas for this year or not?

Er...no comment !!!!!

[freckle]

I mentioned many many posts back that I had an album by Vikki Clayton composed entirely with John Clare poems. Well I finally found one of them on t'internet here...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FBRNfx-oL88

I think it is lovely and I hope some of you do too.


The chaffinch in the hedgerow sings, by a brown and naked thorn
By it's tail the titmouse hings searching the buds at morn
I'll wish dirty roads away and the meadows flooded water
And court before I end the day the gardners bonny daughter

She's sweeter than the first of spring , more fair than Christmas roses
When robins by the hovel sings sweet smiles this maid discloses
Her hair so brown her eyes so bright as clear as meadow water
I'll go and have a word tonight with the gardners bonny daughter

Her cheeks they're like a coloured rose, oh a kiss would surely burn ye
Her lips are gems more red than those for love I'll go the journey
When the white thorn comes in bloom and the chaffinch lays it's lauter
I'll walk where singing birds are brief with the gardners bonny daughter

I passed the gardeners house one night my heart burned to a cinder
I saw her face and her eyes so bright she was looking through the window
But when I passed the house again I'd been pounded in a mortar
But she smiled and looked upon me then, so I love the gardeners daughter

I love the gardners daughter -- Ooh that sweet daughter

John Clare

Awwwwwww...listening and typing at the same time...lovely...really like the line about cheeks like a coloured rose...sweet!....if only really life was so idyllic!...perhaps it is in moments.....mmmmm....ponder

[freckle]

by Michael Rosen, the children's laurete from his book "A treasure trove of nonsense", quite relevant to us forumites I think!........

Plonky Wonky Doodah

Plonky Wonky Doodah
chatting online,
Plonky Wonky Doodah
chatting all the time,
Plonky Wonky Doodah
computer nerd.

Plonky Wonky Doodah
"Don't be so rude!"
Plonky Wonky Doodah
"It's time for your food!"
Plonky Wonky Doodah
hasn't even heard.

Mmmmm...this has been read out to me with a knowing smile once or twice!!!!

[Harry H Howgill]

I was awaiting something profound from you tonight, and I wasn't disappointed.

You are probably doing more writing than me. I'm just looking for Richard Thompson songs to listen to.

by Michael Rosen, the children's laurete from his book "A treasure trove of nonsense", quite relevant to us forumites I think!........

Plonky Wonky Doodah

Plonky Wonky Doodah
chatting online,
Plonky Wonky Doodah
chatting all the time,
Plonky Wonky Doodah
computer nerd.

Plonky Wonky Doodah
"Don't be so rude!"
Plonky Wonky Doodah
"It's time for your food!"
Plonky Wonky Doodah
hasn't even heard.

Mmmmm...this has been read out to me with a knowing smile once or twice!!!!

[Hes]

it's gone past nine
but the evening's mine
my work is done
it's time for wine!

[Hes]

Hi HHH and Freckle (and anyone else reading)

I liked the John Clare, HHH, really lovely and Freckle's latest post was excellent. I'm in the mood for some plonky wonky doodah poetry!

[freckle]

it's gone past nine
but the evening's mine
my work is done
it's time for wine!

lets hope that means you have an earlier night lady (???3:30am???)...sounds lovely...think i'll pop over....