Today's poet

[freckle]

Great news......I have found Freckles Home which she shares with red-heads.

Oh X runner you have out done yourself tonight!..... I will enjoy perusing this at a later date....thank you... ....i think i may need to see if there is one for you too!

[Mossdog]

Waiting

by: Edith Willis Linn Forbes (1865-1945)


And thou wert waiting for me all these years!
While I have wept and prayed and laughed in glee:--
A thought most wonderful! Had I known thee,
My prayers had not been needed, and my tears
Had changed to smiles, and all my doubts and fears
Would have been gladness, sadness, ecstasy.
Dear friend, it was not best that this should be.
As one who waits through darkness till he hears
A guiding voice to lead him to the light,
I sat beneath my pain. I would not take
All gladness for that waiting; for the right
Was with me, and I learned to trust, and make
Out of the darkness, glory; and how bright
Thy face was when at last love's dawn did break!

[Mossdog]

There Was a Moment

by: Prabhath Avadhanula


There was a moment when our hearts met
When our paths merged
In the cover of the sunset.

There was a moment when those flags flew
To split our path
And take me from you.

But there is a world
Where those paths have no name
Where before the Maker
We are the same
And I will wait
And reclaim you there
In that hidden world
That is everywhere.

And there I will claim,
Your hair, your lips,
Your hands, your arms, your fingertips.
And there I will claim
Your eyes, your constant gaze,
Your everything, your everywhere.

And from a distance now I will feel your heart.
I will know your soul,
But stand apart.
With no words I will talk to you.
Without you I will dance with you.
And even in another’s arms
Even with another’s lips
The embrace is mine,
The kiss is mine,
You are mine,
Remember this.

So, perhaps Prabhath and I will keep our fingers crossed, eh!

[Mossdog]

That's all from me tonight folks and for a whole week (yippee). I'm 'running' off to Norway for some XC Skiing and ducking out of UK Christmas hysteria - I know, I know, I'm a curmudgeonly old git, but sometimes a 'collie' can only take so much. Anyway, I know I can count on my Cyber-Bard-Fellrunning Mates to keep this thread's fires burning so that this toasty, soul nourishing corner will be waiting for my return- so a Merry XXXX to you all.

[Nathaniel Lee]

View from the bottom of the pool.

Through an opaque looking glass things seem different,
The tree an old man with his gnarled bones reaching for me,
Clouds ripple go to and fro but what would they say about this,
This is how i thought it would look shimmering like a star,
I feel it's warm love entering me caressing me inside,
Sol gives me one last kiss and i close my eyes.

By Matt Harmston

[freckle]

That's all from me tonight folks and for a whole week (yippee). I'm 'running' off to Norway for some XC Skiing and ducking out of UK Christmas hysteria - I know, I know, I'm a curmudgeonly old git, but sometimes a 'collie' can only take so much. Anyway, I know I can count on my Cyber-Bard-Fellrunning Mates to keep this thread's fires burning so that this toasty, soul nourishing corner will be waiting for my return- so a Merry XXXX to you all.

Ah mossy two absolutely gorgeous romantic poems......your choices always seem to speak to me!........the thought of ducking out of xmas hysteria would really appeal to me also (if it were not for the little ones!).....have a truly wonderful time and we look forward to hearing all on your return! lots of love xxx

[XRunner]

Freckled Girl

You're my freckled girl,
and I love you.
I'm not sure if you,
feel the same way I do.

I get butterflies,
in your presence.
Each freckle you posses,
captures your beauty essence.

It's bold of me to,
write this song to you.
Because we're just friends,
but girl my love is true.

Hey babe what you see,
is just plain old me.
But just for you girl,
I'll be anybody you want me to be.

Should I wait it out,
let you make the move
I'm feeling all the doubt,
what else can I prove.

Your voice is so sweet,
I wish I could talk to you,
But for now I go,
into exile to be alone

And should I read between the lines,
and look for signals in disguise,
are there enigmatic codes,
that I can't recognize.

Your freckles are the stars,
and your eyes are like jupiter and mars.
You stay close to the sun,
your heavenly face may I never shun.

(Dillon Mckeon)

[freckle]

a fan of robert frost today..and tonight....

Acquainted with the night
R Frost

I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain -- and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.

I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.

I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,

But not to call me back or say good-bye;
And further still at an unearthly height,
O luminary clock against the sky

Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Qzo7...om=PL&index=41

[freckle]

Freckled Girl

You're my freckled girl,
and I love you.
I'm not sure if you,
feel the same way I do.

I get butterflies,
in your presence.
Each freckle you posses,
captures your beauty essence.

It's bold of me to,
write this song to you.
Because we're just friends,
but girl my love is true.

Hey babe what you see,
is just plain old me.
But just for you girl,
I'll be anybody you want me to be.

Should I wait it out,
let you make the move
I'm feeling all the doubt,
what else can I prove.

Your voice is so sweet,
I wish I could talk to you,
But for now I go,
into exile to be alone

And should I read between the lines,
and look for signals in disguise,
are there enigmatic codes,
that I can't recognize.

Your freckles are the stars,
and your eyes are like jupiter and mars.
You stay close to the sun,
your heavenly face may I never shun.

(Dillon Mckeon)

Awwww...ain't that lovely!....thank you for posting

[Harry H Howgill]

That's all from me tonight folks and for a whole week (yippee). I'm 'running' off to Norway for some XC Skiing and ducking out of UK Christmas hysteria - I know, I know, I'm a curmudgeonly old git, but sometimes a 'collie' can only take so much. Anyway, I know I can count on my Cyber-Bard-Fellrunning Mates to keep this thread's fires burning so that this toasty, soul nourishing corner will be waiting for my return- so a Merry XXXX to you all.

That sounds lovely Mossy. I hope you have a lovely week of skiing.

We'll still be here when you get back. Probably slightly less fit, probably slightly heavier, and definately slightly less sober. But with some damn fine poems found and written.

all the best
HHH