Today's poet

[freckle]

ok ok i'll get back to misery and angst folks...anne sexton is good for that...

Watch out for power,
for its avalanche can bury you,
snow, snow, snow, smothering your mountain.

Watch out for hate,
it can open its mouth and you'll fling yourself out
to eat off your leg, an instant leper.

Watch out for friends,
because when you betray them,
as you will,
they will bury their heads in the toilet
and flush themselves away.

Watch out for intellect,
because it knows so much it knows nothing
and leaves you hanging upside down,
mouthing knowledge as your heart
falls out of your mouth.

Watch out for games, the actor's part,
the speech planned, known, given,
for they will give you away
and you will stand like a naked little boy,
pissing on your own child-bed

Watch out for love
(unless it is true,
and every part of you says yes including the toes) ,
it will wrap you up like a mummy,
and your scream won't be heard
and none of your running will end.

Love? Be it man. Be it woman.
It must be a wave you want to glide in on,
give your body to it, give your laugh to it,
give, when the gravelly sand takes you,
your tears to the land. To love another is something
like prayer and can't be planned, you just fall
into its arms because your belief undoes your disbelief.

Special person,
if I were you I'd pay no attention
to admonitions from me,
made somewhat out of your words
and somewhat out of mine.
A collaboration.
I do not believe a word I have said,
except some, except I think of you like a young tree
with pasted-on leaves and know you'll root
and the real green thing will come.

Let go. Let go.
Oh special person,
possible leaves,
this typewriter likes you on the way to them,
but wants to break crystal glasses
in celebration
for you,
when the dark crust is thrown off
and you float all around
like a happened balloon

Anne Sexton

[Hes]

I can well understand that Hes. I think I'll carry it for a while too. Thanks Freckle for posting it.

Just dragged myself and hounds out for a few miles with the head torch.

10 Days

Can this mouldering disc
Cradled in sulphurous uplit cloud
Be the same creature
As the ivory crescent we spied through the trees?
Can these leaden feet
Heavily carried by weary legs
Be the same that
Barely touched the forest floor?
Waxing
Waning
Renewal brings fresh hope.

This has to be one of my favourite things that you've written OW. It makes me want to cry for some reason. Sorry if I sound a bit overemotional. I've always maintained that the best relationships are like the moon and wax and wane but it is cyclical and the knowledge that it is so carries you through. What do I know anyway? I can only observe other people's!

[Roy Scott]

My favourite ever poem

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you're trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit-
Rest if you must, but don't you quit.

Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a fellow turns about
When he might have won had he stuck it out.

Don't give up though the pace seems slow -
You may succeed with another blow.
Often the goal is nearer than
It seems to a faint and faltering man;

Often the struggler has given up
When he might have captured the victor's cup;
And he learned too late when the night came down,
How close he was to the golden crown.

Success is failure turned inside out -
The silver tint in the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It might be near when it seems so far;
So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit -
It's when things seem worst that you must not quit.

[freckle]

My favourite ever poem

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you're trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit-
Rest if you must, but don't you quit.

Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a fellow turns about
When he might have won had he stuck it out.

Don't give up though the pace seems slow -
You may succeed with another blow.
Often the goal is nearer than
It seems to a faint and faltering man;

Often the struggler has given up
When he might have captured the victor's cup;
And he learned too late when the night came down,
How close he was to the golden crown.

Success is failure turned inside out -
The silver tint in the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It might be near when it seems so far;
So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit -
It's when things seem worst that you must not quit.

Lovely Roy! one to print out and put on my office wall i think!

[Old Whippet]

This has to be one of my favourite things that you've written OW. It makes me want to cry for some reason. Sorry if I sound a bit overemotional. I've always maintained that the best relationships are like the moon and wax and wane but it is cyclical and the knowledge that it is so carries you through. What do I know anyway? I can only observe other people's!

weep away hes. I am always appreciative of your feedback. Seriously. It make this a special place to post, as tri-mind noted earlier. You're right....knowing that the wheel keeps on rolling keeps hope alive during the tough times.

[freckle]

weep away hes. I am always appreciative of your feedback. Seriously. It make this a special place to post, as tri-mind noted earlier. You're right....knowing that the wheel keeps on rolling keeps hope alive during the tough times.

ditto x a million

[Hes]

weep away hes. I am always appreciative of your feedback. Seriously. It make this a special place to post, as tri-mind noted earlier. You're right....knowing that the wheel keeps on rolling keeps hope alive during the tough times.

The best thing anyone ever said to me when a very long relationship ended was 'so it is all change: change is good'. That has stayed with me since and it keeps me going when times are tough and makes me appreciative when times are good.

[Roy Scott]

I lean back with a Metro in my face
How different this scramble, this race
Tucked in, only five stops left
Whats in store today, I draw breath

I shake my head at the Ipod excess
Those guys wanting everything express
Close my lids, block the din
Mind wanders, surely thats no sin

Transported with the flicker of a neurone
Running the fells be I, all alone
Soft green pastures I skip
Rocks and green flow below the hip

Back to reality my desk awaits
Suddenly it matters less, being late
For that enduring scene
Will keep my mind sane and lean


By Roy Scott

[Harry H Howgill]

I've not had chance to write anything comprehendable tonight, but I've enjoyed all your posts again friends.

x

[freckle]

enforced paralysis
i listen and wretch
at p(y)a(o)i(u)n(r)