Today's poet

[freckle]

And returning to a popular theme:

A drink with something in it

There is something about a Martini,
A tingle remarkably pleasant;
A yellow, a mellow Martini;
I wish I had one at present.
There is something about a Martini,
Ere the dining and dancing begin,
And to tell you the truth,
It is not the vermouth--
I think that perhaps it's the gin.

Ogden Nash

Aye...i definately wish i had one at present!!!!! good stuff

[Harry H Howgill]

I've only just discovered WHD. And I think he's rather good.

Seeking beauty

Cold winds can never freeze, nor thunder sour
The cup of cheer that Beauty draws for me
Out of those Azure heavens and this green earth --
I drink and drink, and thirst the more I see.

To see the dewdrops thrill the blades of grass,
Makes my whole body shake; for here's my choice
Of either sun or shade, and both are green --
A Chaffinch laughs in his melodious voice.

The banks are stormed by Speedwell, that blue flower
So like a little heaven with one star out;
I see an amber lake of buttercups,
And Hawthorn foams the hedges round about.

The old Oak tree looks now so green and young,
That even swallows perch awhile and sing:
This is that time of year, so sweet and warm,
When bats wait not for stars ere they take wing.

As long as I love Beauty I am young,
Am young or old as I love more or less;
When Beauty is not heeded or seems stale,
My life's a cheat, let Death end my distress.

William Henry Davies

[freckle]

Think I'll hit the hay folks, a lovely night...good night all

here is another cheery one from wore Edna Vincent Millay for my parting shot!......

Ashes of Life

Love has gone and left me, and the days are all alike.
Eat I must, and sleep I will - and would that night were here!
But ah, to lie awake and hear the slow hours strike!
Would that it were day again, with twilight near!

Love has gone and left me, and I don't know what to do;
This or that or what you will is all the same to me;
But all the things that I begin I leave before I'm through -
There's little use in anything as far as I can see.

Love has gone and left me, and the neighbors knock and borrow,
And life goes on forever like the gnawing of a mouse.
And to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow
There's this little street and this little house.

Tootle pip.............x

[Hes]

I've only just discovered WHD. And I think he's rather good.

Seeking beauty

Cold winds can never freeze, nor thunder sour
The cup of cheer that Beauty draws for me
Out of those Azure heavens and this green earth --
I drink and drink, and thirst the more I see.

To see the dewdrops thrill the blades of grass,
Makes my whole body shake; for here's my choice
Of either sun or shade, and both are green --
A Chaffinch laughs in his melodious voice.

The banks are stormed by Speedwell, that blue flower
So like a little heaven with one star out;
I see an amber lake of buttercups,
And Hawthorn foams the hedges round about.

The old Oak tree looks now so green and young,
That even swallows perch awhile and sing:
This is that time of year, so sweet and warm,
When bats wait not for stars ere they take wing.

As long as I love Beauty I am young,
Am young or old as I love more or less;
When Beauty is not heeded or seems stale,
My life's a cheat, let Death end my distress.

William Henry Davies

Another fine offering. I have always found, when the chips are really down, some kind of solace in nature (and running).

[Harry H Howgill]

Goodnight Freckle.

[Hes]

Think I'll hit the hay folks, a lovely night...good night all

here is another cheery one from wore Edna Vincent Millay for my parting shot!......

Ashes of Life

Love has gone and left me, and the days are all alike.
Eat I must, and sleep I will - and would that night were here!
But ah, to lie awake and hear the slow hours strike!
Would that it were day again, with twilight near!

Love has gone and left me, and I don't know what to do;
This or that or what you will is all the same to me;
But all the things that I begin I leave before I'm through -
There's little use in anything as far as I can see.

Love has gone and left me, and the neighbors knock and borrow,
And life goes on forever like the gnawing of a mouse.
And to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow
There's this little street and this little house.

Tootle pip.............x

Poor Edna...whenever I think there is no point to anything, I go for a run, if she was alive today, we could invite her to join the fell poetical society.

[Harry H Howgill]

Another fine offering. I have always found, when the chips are really down, some kind of solace in nature (and running).

Running through nature is just the best. Good job there is a sport that does just that, or someone would have to invent one.

[Hes]

ps night night Freckle, thanks for some really great poetry today.x

[Harry H Howgill]

And then there were two
To put the haiku to bed
And rhyme one last rhyme

[Hes]

And then there were two
To put the haiku to bed
And rhyme one last rhyme

Beautifully put HHH although I do believe that I spy Tri-mind, evening