Today's poet

[freckle]

No i'm not being funny i'm just surprised at how this one has flown, i'm pretty sure it averages the most hits on general chat. I don't know what flute poetry is i'm afraid.

Thanks Mr Brightside....i don't really thnk there is any such thing as flute poetry really, i was just trying to justify the you tube link i put up earlier with t he guy playing a flute in an unusual manner!...it would be nice if you keep popping up on here, the more the merrier!

[Harry H Howgill]

Now Winter Nights Enlarge
by Thomas Campion

Now winter nights enlarge
The number of their houres ;
And clouds their stormes discharge
Upon the ayrie towres.
Let now the chimneys blaze
And cups o'erflow with wine,
Let well-tun'd words amaze
With harmonie diuine.
Now yellow waxen lights
Shall waite on hunny Loue
While youthfull Reuels, Masks, and Courtly sights,
Sleepes leaden spels remoue.

This time doth well dispence
With lovers long discourse ;
Much speech hath some defence,
Though beauty no remorse.
All doe not all things well ;
Some measures comely tread ;
Some knotted Ridles tell ;
Some Poems smoothly read.
The Summer hath his ioyes,
And Winter his delights ;
Though Loue and all his pleasures are but toyes,
They shorten tedious nights.

[XRunner]

i don't really thnk there is any such thing as flute poetry really,

Thoreau's Flute

We sighing said, "Our Pan is dead;
His pipe hangs mute beside the river
Around it wistful sunbeams quiver,
But Music's airy voice is fled.
Spring mourns as for untimely frost;
The bluebird chants a requiem;
The willow-blossom waits for him;
The Genius of the wood is lost."

Then from the flute, untouched by hands,
There came a low, harmonious breath:
"For such as he there is no death;
His life the eternal life commands;
Above man's aims his nature rose.
The wisdom of a just content
Made one small spot a continent
And turned to poetry life's prose.

"Haunting the hills, the stream, the wild,
Swallow and aster, lake and pine,
To him grew human or divine,
Fit mates for this large-hearted child.
Such homage Nature ne'er forgets,
And yearly on the coverlid
'Neath which her darling lieth hid
Will write his name in violets.

"To him no vain regrets belong
Whose soul, that finer instrument,
Gave to the world no poor lament,
But wood-notes ever sweet and strong.
O lonely friend! he still will be
A potent presence, though unseen,
Steadfast, sagacious, and serene;
Seek not for him -- he is with thee."

(Louisa May Alcott )

[freckle]

Metamorphosis

a girlfriend came in
built me a bed
scrubbed and waxed the kitchen floor
scrubbed the walls
vacuumed
cleaned the toilet
the bathtub
scrubbed the bathroom floor
and cut my toenails and
my hair.
then
all on the same day
the plumber came and fixed the kitchen faucet
and the toilet
and the gas man fixed the heater
and the phone man fixed the phone.
noe I sit in all this perfection.
it is quiet.
I have broken off with all 3 of my girlfriends.
I felt better when everything was in
disorder.
it will take me some months to get back to normal:
I can't even find a roach to commune with.
I have lost my rythm.
I can't sleep.
I can't eat.
I have been robbed of
my filth.

Charles Bukowski </B>

Loved the other bukowski your posted mossy....HHH liking the wintry theme tonight...hows the laptop? still requiring your own particular brand of TLC?......

ps bit of an interesting life our charles....
not exactly a fell runner...

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charles_Bukowski

pps i read post office many years ago, a drak but interesting read...

[Derby Tup]

December snowfall
deadens sounds, casts eerie light
makes your nose tingle

[freckle]

December snowfall
deadens sounds, casts eerie light
makes your nose tingle

Lovely as ever DT.......wonder what the haiku equivalent is in India right now?

[Mossdog]

Ha ha it sodding does doesn't it Mossy.


Blow, blow, thou winter wind
Thou art not so unkind
As man's ingratitude;
Thy tooth is not so keen,
Because thou art not seen,
Although thy breath be rude.

Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly:
Most freindship if feigning, most loving mere folly:
Then heigh-ho, the holly!
This life is most jolly.

Freeze, freeze thou bitter sky,
That does not bite so nigh
As benefits forgot:
Though thou the waters warp,
Thy sting is not so sharp
As a friend remembered not.
Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly:
Most freindship if feigning, most loving mere folly:
Then heigh-ho, the holly!
This life is most jolly.

William Shakespeare

So HHH could you pen a poem with so many 'unauthorized' expletives that it's censored effectively into a line of 'stars'? Now there's a challenge! I wonder what's on the banned list?

[freckle]

Thoreau's Flute

We sighing said, "Our Pan is dead;
His pipe hangs mute beside the river
Around it wistful sunbeams quiver,
But Music's airy voice is fled.
Spring mourns as for untimely frost;
The bluebird chants a requiem;
The willow-blossom waits for him;
The Genius of the wood is lost."

Then from the flute, untouched by hands,
There came a low, harmonious breath:
"For such as he there is no death;
His life the eternal life commands;
Above man's aims his nature rose.
The wisdom of a just content
Made one small spot a continent
And turned to poetry life's prose.

"Haunting the hills, the stream, the wild,
Swallow and aster, lake and pine,
To him grew human or divine,
Fit mates for this large-hearted child.
Such homage Nature ne'er forgets,
And yearly on the coverlid
'Neath which her darling lieth hid
Will write his name in violets.

"To him no vain regrets belong
Whose soul, that finer instrument,
Gave to the world no poor lament,
But wood-notes ever sweet and strong.
O lonely friend! he still will be
A potent presence, though unseen,
Steadfast, sagacious, and serene;
Seek not for him -- he is with thee."

(Louisa May Alcott )

Gawd bless ya X Runner........I am impressed (as usual !!!)

[Harry H Howgill]

Loved the other bukowski your posted mossy....HHH liking the wintry theme tonight...hows the laptop? still requiring your own particular brand of TLC?......

Still hanging on thanks. I poked it with a screwdriver and a couple of cotton buds and now it has stopped sounding like a hovercraft.

I think that is good. No?

[freckle]

Still hanging on thanks. I poked it with a screwdriver and a couple of cotton buds and now it has stopped sounding like a hovercraft.

I think that is good. No?

Is it just my mind or could that read as an extremely rude metaphor?...........perhaps its because I have been reading bukowski tonight