Today's poet

[Nathaniel Lee]

Me. 6/12/09

Am i invisible to you,
When you look do you see straight through,
Do the things i say register at all,
No matter if big, no matter if small.

Like Mr Cellophane do you know my name,
Am i so insignificant that you play your silly game,
I might as well not be here for what you know of me,
Repeatedly told about your faults and your own stupidity.

If life can be wasted then that is myself,
I don't have charm,looks,intelligence or wealth,
The only thing i can do is live as i can,
And accept the fact i am an imperfect man.

[freckle]

Me. 6/12/09

Am i invisible to you,
When you look do you see straight through,
Do the things i say register at all,
No matter if big, no matter if small.

Like Mr Cellophane do you know my name,
Am i so insignificant that you play your silly game,
I might as well not be here for what you know of me,
Repeatedly told about your faults and your own stupidity.

If life can be wasted then that is myself,
I don't have charm,looks,intelligence or wealth,
The only thing i can do is live as i can,
And accept the fact i am an imperfect man.

Very moving tri...very moving

[Nathaniel Lee]

There's been plenty of good stuff over the weekend. Hello to everyone and i am glad you enjoyed running on the sands freckle.

[Nathaniel Lee]

Everyone gone to bed ?.

[Hes]

What a great night of poetry! I really wish I could have been here to share it with you but I have been honouring work and friend commitments before the big off. It looks like it is just me now so I will look out something to leave you with until I can find an internet cafe down some crazy backstreet once I've fought my way past the sacred cows, curry stalls and Bollywood stars!

[Hes]

Swallows travel to and fro

Swallows travel to and fro,
And the great winds come and go,
And the steady breezes blow,
Bearing perfume, bearing love.
Breezes hasten, swallows fly,
Towered clouds forever ply,
And at noonday, you and I
See the same sunshine above.

Dew and rain fall everywhere,
Harvests ripen, flowers are fair,
And the whole round earth is bare
To the moonshine and the sun;
And the live air, fanned with wings,
Bright with breeze and sunshine, brings
Into contact distant things,
And makes all the countries one.

Let us wander where we will,
Something kindred greets us still;
Something seen on vale or hill
Falls familiar on the heart;
So, at scent or sound or sight,
Severed souls by day and night
Tremble with the same delight -
Tremble, half the world apart

Robert Louis Stevenson

[Hes]

The Fallow Deer At The Lonely House
by Thomas Hardy

One without looks in tonight
Through the curtain-chink
From the sheet of glistening white;
One without looks in tonight
As we sit and think
By the fender-brink.

We do not discern those eyes
Watching in the snow;
Lit by lamps of rosy dyes
We do not discern those eyes
Wandering, aglow
Four-footed, tiptoe.

[freckle]

Swallows travel to and fro

Swallows travel to and fro,
And the great winds come and go,
And the steady breezes blow,
Bearing perfume, bearing love.
Breezes hasten, swallows fly,
Towered clouds forever ply,
And at noonday, you and I
See the same sunshine above.

Dew and rain fall everywhere,
Harvests ripen, flowers are fair,
And the whole round earth is bare
To the moonshine and the sun;
And the live air, fanned with wings,
Bright with breeze and sunshine, brings
Into contact distant things,
And makes all the countries one.

Let us wander where we will,
Something kindred greets us still;
Something seen on vale or hill
Falls familiar on the heart;
So, at scent or sound or sight,
Severed souls by day and night
Tremble with the same delight -
Tremble, half the world apart

Robert Louis Stevenson

two beautiful poems from Hes b4 her departure...this one is truly magical I love it....

[freckle]

Good morning all, have a lovely monday....


Supposing i dreamed (this)


supposing i dreamed this)
only imagine,when day has thrilled
you are a house around which
i am a wind-

your walls will not reckon how
strangely my life is curved
since the best he can do
is to peer through windows,unobserved

-listen,for(out of all
things)dream is noone's fool;
if this wind who i am prowls
carefully around this house of you

love being such,or such,
the normal corners of your heart
will never guess how much
my wonderful jealousy is dark

if light should flower
or laughing sparkle from
the shut house(around and around
which a poor wind will roam

ee cummings </B>

[Harry H Howgill]

Good morning all, have a lovely monday....


Supposing i dreamed (this)


supposing i dreamed this)
only imagine,when day has thrilled
you are a house around which
i am a wind-

your walls will not reckon how
strangely my life is curved
since the best he can do
is to peer through windows,unobserved

-listen,for(out of all
things)dream is noone's fool;
if this wind who i am prowls
carefully around this house of you

love being such,or such,
the normal corners of your heart
will never guess how much
my wonderful jealousy is dark

if light should flower
or laughing sparkle from
the shut house(around and around
which a poor wind will roam

ee cummings </B>

You are a house around which I am a wind.

What a good line to end on.