Today's poet

[Harry H Howgill]

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!

Hi there.

You had a busy day?

You get drinking your plonky wonky and we'll see what we can find.

HHH

[Hes]

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

Definitely an earlier night, am so chuffed that I got my commission printed though, it was worth the effort.

I'll get you a glass ready....

[Hes]

Hi there.

You had a busy day?

You get drinking your plonky wonky and we'll see what we can find.

HHH

Cheers mate!

[Harry H Howgill]

I'm in the mood for some plonky wonky doodah poetry!

Here's your man....

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ytc0U2WAz4s

[Hes]

Here's one for you guys by Carol Anne Duffy on another poet.

Emily Dickinson

Higgledly-piggledy
Emily Dickinson
Liked to use dashes
Instead of full stops.

Nowadays, faced with such
Idiosyncrasy,
Critics and editors
Call for the cops.

[Harry H Howgill]

Here's one for you guys by Carol Anne Duffy on another poet.

Emily Dickinson

Higgledly-piggledy
Emily Dickinson
Liked to use dashes
Instead of full stops.

Nowadays, faced with such
Idiosyncrasy,
Critics and editors
Call for the cops.

I'm a stop.
A full stop.
Not a half stop
or a quarter stop
But a fully full stop.
I lie on the line
Waiting for the right word
To come along
And then
I trip it up.
I wait for the sentence
To run its course
Before I slip
My tiny little dot
In the way.
Like that.
That's all I've got to say today. Full stop.


(?)

[Hes]

Here's your man....

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ytc0U2WAz4s

That is totally mad! Love it HHH. I have a book from my childhood edited by him all about bears in literature and he looks a lot like a painter friend of mine who unfortunately died last year. I can imagine Brian doing something like that too!

[Harry H Howgill]

That is totally mad! Love it HHH. I have a book from my childhood edited by him all about bears in literature and he looks a lot like a painter friend of mine who unfortunately died last year. I can imagine Brian doing something like that too!

I raise a glass to Brian. Cheers.

[Ambrosia Kid]

Enjoyed viewing previous pages, some really good absorbing stuff, wish I had more time to stay on the thread,,,, as this poem by Henry Twells sums up.

TIME'S PACES

When as a child I laughed and wept,
Time crept,
When as a youth I waxed more bold,
Time strolled,
When I became a full grown man,
Time RAN,
When older still I daily grew,
Time flew,
Soon I shall find,in passing on,
Time gone,
O Christ! Will thou have saved me then?
Amen.

[freckle]

Xmas on the fells

Legs strong, I follow...
Where we ran,
p-a-u-s-e-d.

Hey, Remember that bit?
I titchy and enclosed,
Stepping on a tussock so I could reach you.
the NEWness...

Nearly there, dark soon but,
No headtorch tonight.
Inky roof and tiny peepers,
Allies in this f (d)i(e)n(c)a(i)l(t)e.

Heart thumping and a salty heed,
i arrive at the wooded opening.

Kicking off inovs,
I clamber into a nest,
and munch.

"Look, I’ve put the lights on,"
You said I was in charge of lighting.
Silly me, I know your not there yet.

Heavy and heavy...then

A pang, I see my children,
big bear arms tight around them,
weeping and perplexed.

Eyes leadening,
I must rest now,
blessed still lulls.

T h e n ,
you are walking towards me,
through the trees,
smiling,and I think...

At last my friend,
you get to see me
s
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J R Hartley