Today's poet

[freckle]

text of above......

If you forget me

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.

Pablo Neruda </B>

[Hanneke]

WOW! I like that, a lot... < sighs >

[freckle]

WOW! I like that, a lot... < sighs >

Hi Hanneke...its good to have you back on this thread!...it is lovely isn't it...can't beat a bit of pablo!

[Nathaniel Lee]

Together.

You caress my hand with a silken touch,
The pale moonlight catches your eyes sparkling like diamonds,
We pull close i feel the heat of your breath,
Your breasts rising with each sharp intake,
Then we kiss our bodies sweating tight against each other,
An explosion of ecstasy courses through us each hair stands on end,
We shiver and lay down upon the soft rose petals gathered round,
She surrounds me in her womanhood as we gently move,
Each gentle movement brings a sigh this is bliss,
Things are starting to get hot she wraps her thighs around me,
Screaming for me to go harder, faster, Oh it's happening,
A divine moment we are one the sweat pouring from us,
Oh that was beautiful she says i caress her lips with mine,
I love you i say and we spoon gently feeling our resting hearts,
Drifting off together dreaming of our love.


By Matt Harmston.

[freckle]

Together.

You caress my hand with a silken touch,
The pale moonlight catches your eyes sparkling like diamonds,
We pull close i feel the heat of your breath,
Your breasts rising with each sharp intake,
Then we kiss our bodies sweating tight against each other,
An explosion of ecstasy courses through us each hair stands on end,
We shiver and lay down upon the soft rose petals gathered round,
She surrounds me in her womanhood as we gently move,
Each gentle movement brings a sigh this is bliss,
Things are starting to get hot she wraps her thighs around me,
Screaming for me to go harder, faster, Oh it's happening,
A divine moment we are one the sweat pouring from us,
Oh that was beautiful she says i caress her lips with mine,
I love you i say and we spoon gently feeling our resting hearts,
Drifting off together dreaming of our love.


By Matt Harmston.

Well done Tri!....very passionate and heart felt .....phew!.....i think i need a drink, now someone pass me a gin and tonic........

[freckle]

Summoned to wrap
I'd rather peruse poetry
but sometimes
LIFE
gets in the way!

[Nathaniel Lee]

Whilst i remember as i have such an awful memory. I would like to wish everyone a merry christmas and happy new year. I may well write again tonight but i thought whilst i remembered i would pass on my yuletide sentiments. I think there will be a time starting about first week in january where i will have to knuckle down and get the poems into order and photos to go in the book to into the order i want so during that period my new work maybe thin on the ground but i will still drop in everyday. As i want to have the book ready for sale from my website http://www.thepoeticscribblingsofbip...y.blogspot.com . Oh freckle are we still going to talk to hes when she gets back about designing a vest for the F.P.S. as ron hill can cope with bespoke costs about 15 pound.

[freckle]

Whilst i remember as i have such an awful memory. I would like to wish everyone a merry christmas and happy new year. I may well write again tonight but i thought whilst i remembered i would pass on my yuletide sentiments. I think there will be a time starting about first week in january where i will have to knuckle down and get the poems into order and photos to go in the book to into the order i want so during that period my new work maybe thin on the ground but i will still drop in everyday. As i want to have the book ready for sale from my website www.thepoeticscribblingsofbipolarboy.blogspot.com . Oh freckle are we still going to talk to hes when she gets back about designing a vest for the F.P.S. as ron hill can cope with bespoke costs about 15 pound.

Tri I hope you have a wonderfully restful christmas to get you ready for a productive new year! its is so exciting this book thing! good luck with it....yes i think we should ask hes what her thoughts are re the vest when she returns...take care, freckle x

[freckle]

Right..i know what you are going to think when you read the next poem ..." There she goes again, a one trick pony, all romance etc etc"...well rest assured folks there will be plenty Plath/Sexton in January! and perhaps some of my own darker compositions as I suffer in all these fell races I am planning on doing!!!!.... but for now...a little Brian Patten....

Her Song

For no other reason than I love him wholly
I am here; for this one night at least
The world has shrunk to a boyish breast
On which my head, brilliant and exhausted, rests,
And can know of nothing more complete.

Let the dawn assemble all its guilts, its worries
And small doubts that, but for love, would infect
This perfect heart.
I am as far beyond doubt as the sun.
I am as far beyond doubt as is possible.

[freckle]

jose gonzalez
heartbeats

one night to be confused
one night to speed up truth
we had a promise made
four hands and then away

both under influence
we had devine scent
to know what to say
mind is a razorblade

to call for hands of above
to lean on
wouldn't be good enough
for me, no

one night of magic rush
the start a simple touch
one night to push and scream
and then relief

ten days of perfect tunes
the colours red and blue
we had a promise made
we were in love

to call for hands of above
to lean on
wouldn't be good enough
for me, no

to call for hands of above
to lean on
wouldn't be good enough

and you, you knew the hands of the devil
and you, kept us awake with wolf teeths
sharing different heartbeats
in one night

to call for hands of above
to lean on
wouldn't be good enough
for me, no

to call for hands of above
to lean on
wouldn't be good enough
for me, no


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