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    Quote Originally Posted by mr brightside View Post
    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!

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    Re: Today's poet

    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.

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    Quote Originally Posted by freckle View Post
    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 )

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    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...
    Last edited by freckle; 17-12-2009 at 10:06 PM.

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    December snowfall
    deadens sounds, casts eerie light
    makes your nose tingle
    Poacher turned game-keeper

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    Quote Originally Posted by Derby Tup View Post
    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?

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    Quote Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill View Post
    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?
    Am Yisrael Chai

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    Quote Originally Posted by XRunner View Post
    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 !!!)

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    Quote Originally Posted by freckle View Post
    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?

  10. #2880

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    Quote Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill View Post
    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
    Last edited by freckle; 17-12-2009 at 10:16 PM.

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