I read this this morning and you're right, the last lines are wonderrful. It didn't feel right posting it at 10am!Originally Posted by freckle
where I does not exist, nor you so close that your hand on my chest is my hand so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep........
oh my giddy aunt...how utterly beautiful is this....thank you DT...
Poacher turned game-keeper
i think we are all just hopeless romantics on this thread!...and on that very soft note...good night all...sleep tight x
Perfect DT. Bed time for me, and some lovely imagery to take with me.
night night poets
Here's one for every hopeless romantic. Any successful romantics out there will have to find their own!........
‘Hopeless Romantic’, by Patricia Gale.
Trickling down and fallen round The tears from her transparent heart
The window to her soul now open
Hoping he would see
The love she needs
Hopeless romantic please hear her plea
Loneliness came as a visitor
But now has taken resident
The events that lead to the vacancy
Was not seen my her love
Push and shove she does remain
Knowing some day she will go insane
Refraining from her departure
Hopeless romantic can you not see
Holding on to loves last strand
Sands of time fallen down
Her crown of freedom awaits her
Only if she could be sure
Is it right to flee
To sail away from her sorrows
Hopeless romantic in need of reprieve
A spell of love is what she is after
A potion to return her love
A seer’s mix to be her fix
An elixir to transfix his cold heart
Oh hopeless romantic what shall it be
Notions for such a useless potion
Consume her every emotion
The desire to return loves fire
Renders her helpless to reality
Nonetheless her endeavor shall remain
Forever shall it be
Hopeless romantic who needs to see
I saw a jolly hunter
I saw a jolly hunter
with a jolly gun
Walking in the country
In the jolly sun
In the jolly meadow
sat a jolly hare
saw the jolly hunter
took jolly care
Hunter jolly eager
sight of jolly prey
forgot gun pointing
wrong jolly way(!)
Jolly hunter jolly head
over heels gone
jolly old safety catch
not jolly on!
Bang! went the jolly gun
Hunter jolly dead
Jolly hare got clean away
Jolly good I said
Charles Causley
Right. I'm offski for the day. Have fun.
Good morning all
HHH- two lovely poems to start the day thank you!
beauty is apparent is found in the most unexpected places...listen to pablo...
Ode to my socks
Pabulo Neruda
Mara Mori brought me
a pair of socks
which she knitted herself
with her sheepherder's hands,
two socks as soft as rabbits.
I slipped my feet into them
as if they were two cases
knitted with threads of twilight and goatskin,
Violent socks,
my feet were two fish made of wool,
two long sharks
sea blue, shot through
by one golden thread,
two immense blackbirds,
two cannons,
my feet were honored in this way
by these heavenly socks.
They were so handsome for the first time
my feet seemed to me unacceptable
like two decrepit firemen,
firemen unworthy of that woven fire,
of those glowing socks.
Nevertheless, I resisted the sharp temptation
to save them somewhere as schoolboys
keep fireflies,
as learned men collect
sacred texts,
I resisted the mad impulse to put them
in a golden cage and each day give them
birdseed and pieces of pink melon.
Like explorers in the jungle
who hand over the very rare green deer
to the spit and eat it with remorse,
I stretched out my feet and pulled on
the magnificent socks and then my shoes.
The moral of my ode is this:
beauty is twice beauty
and what is good is doubly good
when it is a matter of two socks
made of wool in winter.
Morning everyone great stuff again. The gig sounds good and vests too even better. Shall post later. See you then.
Pablo Neruda
exhiled Chilean poet
hosiery expert
Poacher turned game-keeper
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exhiled Chilean poet
hosiery expert
morning poets.
I was looking to see if there was anything around to capture the experience of dewy eyed parents going to see their little ones in nativity plays. Din't find anything relevant, but found this little Kipling number heart-rending. Would have been a good one for Nov
11th.
A Nativity
1914-18
The Babe was laid in the Manger
Between the gentle kine --
All safe from cold and danger --
"But it was not so with mine,
(With mine! With mine!)
"Is it well with the child, is it well?"
The waiting mother prayed.
"For I know not how he fell,
And I know not where he is laid."
A Star stood forth in Heaven;
The Watchers ran to see
The Sign of the Promise given --
"But there comes no sign to me.
(To me! To me!)
"My child died in the dark.
Is it well with the child, is it well?
There was none to tend him or mark,
And I know not how he fell."
The Cross was raised on high;
The Mother grieved beside --
"But the Mother saw Him die
And took Him when He died.
(He died! He died!)
"Seemly and undefiled
His burial-place was made --
Is it well, is it well with the child?
For I know not where he is laid."
On the dawning of Easter Day
Comes Mary Magdalene;
But the Stone was rolled away,
And the Body was not within --
(Within! Within!)
"Ah, who will answer my word?
The broken mother prayed.
"They have taken away my Lord,
And I know not where He is laid."
. . . . .
"The Star stands forth in Heaven.
The watchers watch in vain
For Sign of the Promise given
Of peace on Earth again --
(Again! Again!)
"But I know for Whom he fell" --
The steadfast mother smiled,
"Is it well with the child -- is it well?
It is well -- it is well with the child!"
Rudyard Kipling
I wonder if Freckle or any of you others with nursery/infant school children will be inspired to write a more heart warming nativity poem.
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