Today's poet

[freckle]

Another snow poem been looking for it an books for days.

Louis Macneice

Snow

The room was suddenly rich and the great bay-window was
Spawning snow and pink roses against it
Soundlessly collateral and incompatible:
World is suddener than we fancy it.

World is crazier and more of it than we think
Incorrigbly plural. I peel and portion

A tangerine and spit the pips and feel
The drunkenness of things being various.
And the fire flames with a bubbling sound for world
Is more spiteful and gay than one supposes-
On the tongue on the eyes on the ears in the palmsof one's hands-
There is more than glass between the snow and the huge roses.

It reminded of the few days just before Christmas when I try to let things slow down

I adore this ...in particular the following lines...

A tangerine and spit the pips and feel
The drunkenness of things being various.

That to me is genius!...one of the reasons why I love poetry is that when it is good it can describe something which is on the edge of our understanding...something complex made more accessible and understandable....great stuff Neil

[freckle]

Lovely Freckle. Are you dipping in tonight or spending a while on the thread ?.

Hi Tri....good evening!...I will be dipping in and out tonight, its a very busy time at the minute, still doing last minute shopping and planning on doing some wrapping tonight....but hoping to pop back again at some point ...hope your good our little laurete!

[Nathaniel Lee]

Mania Undressed.

Adrenalin like fire courses through me,
I'm king of the world invincible anything i want to be,
You can't come on the ride with hell what do i care,
Only the chosen ones get to be god just for a while,
I see the world it bends to my will,
Come on girls you know sleeping with me going to be fun,
Bacchanalia triumphant lets drink more,take more,
What there's only 4 of you enjoying my delights,
Come on bring your friends there's still room for more,
What was that ? .,Why am i in hospital ?. What did i do ?.
Oh somebody please help me.

By Matt Harmston

[N-dubya]

GOOD EVENING ONE AND ALL

New poem by Simon Armitage in the G2 supplement of the Guardian yesterday

Called; Poodles

anyone else see it

[Nathaniel Lee]

No Neil any good. I thought i was going to be the only one on here tonight.

[N-dubya]

No Neil any good. I thought i was going to be the only one on here tonight.

I haven't got the clipping from the paper at the mo, bas ically it was comparing Tony Blair to a poodle when he was in the presence of Dubya i'll put it up tomorrow but for now taraa a bit.

[freckle]

Hello again.....

yes , tis a quiet night on the thread...but then i guess that's Xmas for you....shopping in tesco's at 10:30 at night is not a soul enhancing experience i tell thee!...but needs must....

here's another one from Mary Patch

The All

i want so much for you to see
ALL
of (y)m(o)e(u)

there is so much more
let us grow together in uncertainty
(WE)

don't need their rules
their idea of right and wrong
we embrace life its variations,

its
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v
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l
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t
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n

the thing is
do you want tea and cakes? or
ball breaking
L-I-F-E!!!!!!!!

I know what my choice is
Y(m)O(e)U
transitory carnage
then
the still.


on reflection this morning....not sure i like this .......a bit basic

[freckle]

GOOD EVENING ONE AND ALL

New poem by Simon Armitage in the G2 supplement of the Guardian yesterday

Called; Poodles

anyone else see it

No but I look forward to you posting Neil!

Its mighty quiet on here.....ah the loneliness of the long distance fell poet!.....HHH you are missed!

[XRunner]

New poem by Simon Armitage in the G2 supplement of the Guardian yesterday

Called; Poodles

It is here

I cannot list it on the forum as the as the **** generator changes some words

I don't enjoy this type of poetry... it is rather bland.

[freckle]

Good morning all! not long now till the madness abates..../ xmas is upon us.....

X Runner thank you for posting that link....i hold my hands up and say that i am not a poltical animal in any way shape or form, so will abstain from commenting on this poem!

here is a well written poem from "Being Alive" the anthology

Misgivings
William Matthews

"Perhaps you'll tire of me," muses
my love, although she's like a great city
to me, or a park that finds new
ways to wear each flounce of light
and investiture of weather.
Soil doesn't tire of rain, I think,

but I know what she fears: plans warp,
planes explode, topsoil gets peeled away
by floods. And worse than what we can't
control is what we could; those drab
scuttled marriages we shed so
gratefully may auger we're on our owns

for good reason. "Hi, honey," chirps Dread
when I come through the door; "you're home."
Experience is a great teacher
of the value of experience,
its claustrophobic prudence,
its gloomy name-the-disasters-

in-advance charisma. Listen,
my wary one, it's far too late
to unlove each other. Instead let's cook
something elaborate and not
invite anyone to share it but eat it
all up very very slowly.