Today's poet

[Harry H Howgill]

That's a happier one. Well found.

I'm constantly having formatting problems when I cut and paste.

I still think Turbo Tom's is the best

ooophs

Merry Christmas And Happy New Year!
by Ellis Parker Butler

Little cullud Rastus come a-skippin’ down de street,
A-smilin’ and a-grinnin’ at every one he meet;
My, oh! He was happy! Boy, but was he gay!
Wishin’ “Merry Chris’mus” an’ “Happy New-Year’s Day”!
Wishin’ that his wishes might every one come true—
And—bless your dear heart, honey,—I wish the same to you!

That's better

[Mossdog]

That's a happier one. Well found.

I'm constantly having formatting problems when I cut and paste.

I still think Turbo Tom's is the best

I agree...this one below seemed to start all promising but then...


when the new year

by Rg Gregory

when the new year
came out of nowhere
and peeped into rooms
it was so flattered to find
all the tv's drinking its health
praising its innocent appearance
it responded with its warm
dark smile and went round
filling people's dry hearts
with joy

over the coming weeks though
those same tv's attacked it
criticising its puerile style
its sickly contemptible face
one year is the same as another
(they said) for the doom
time belabours us with
it took the year all
its length to discover
that the celebration
so welcoming its birth
just happened to be
where the beer was

[Harry H Howgill]

I actually think that is quite funny. It is difficult to know whether that was written in all seriousness or not. A good find anyway.

I agree...this one below seemed to start all promising but then...


when the new year

by Rg Gregory

when the new year
came out of nowhere
and peeped into rooms
it was so flattered to find
all the tv's drinking its health
praising its innocent appearance
it responded with its warm
dark smile and went round
filling people's dry hearts
with joy

over the coming weeks though
those same tv's attacked it
criticising its puerile style
its sickly contemptible face
one year is the same as another
(they said) for the doom
time belabours us with
it took the year all
its length to discover
that the celebration
so welcoming its birth
just happened to be
where the beer was

[Mossdog]

Want another laugh...read on...

A Freckly New Year To Ya All

Why are all New Year Poems so sad?
You'd think to have survived so far we'd be glad.
And yet these poets go on and moan and moan,
In the most sombre, dreary monotone.

So let's look and try and muster some cheer,
And I don't mean just guzzle a lot more beer.
No, come on, it can't all be bad,
Reflect on those good times you also had.

Okay, okay, I'm no raving Polly-Anna,
And fate does sometimes throw in that spanna (sorry!)
But look what our own Freckle's done
She's created a thread that's run and run.

It's captured the spirit of those who love to run the fells,
And we've all drank deep from those poetical wells,
It's bolstered companionship and made new cyber-mates,
And shown two fingers at life's lugubrious fates.

[Harry H Howgill]

Now that is just class.

I raise a glass in one hand, and two fingers with the other.

Want another laugh...read on...

A Freckly New Year To Ya All

Why are all New Year Poems so sad?
You'd think to have survived so far we'd be glad.
And yet these poets go on and moan and moan,
In the most sombre, dreary monotone.

So let's look and try and muster some cheer,
And I don't mean just guzzle a lot more beer.
No, come on, it can't all be bad,
Reflect on those good times you also had.

Okay, okay, I'm no raving Polly-Anna,
And fate does sometimes throw in that spanna (sorry!)
But look what our own Freckle's done
She's created a thread that's run and run.

It's captured the spirit of those who love to run the fells,
And we've all drank deep from those poetical wells,
It's bolstered companionship and made new cyber-mates,
And shown two fingers at life's lugubrious fates.

[Harry H Howgill]

There was a new thread on the forum,
That some would have thought would just bore ‘em.
It started so quiet,
Turned into a riot,
And quickly lost all decorum.

[freckle]

Want another laugh...read on...

A Freckly New Year To Ya All

Why are all New Year Poems so sad?
You'd think to have survived so far we'd be glad.
And yet these poets go on and moan and moan,
In the most sombre, dreary monotone.

So let's look and try and muster some cheer,
And I don't mean just guzzle a lot more beer.
No, come on, it can't all be bad,
Reflect on those good times you also had.

Okay, okay, I'm no raving Polly-Anna,
And fate does sometimes throw in that spanna (sorry!)
But look what our own Freckle's done
She's created a thread that's run and run.

It's captured the spirit of those who love to run the fells,
And we've all drank deep from those poetical wells,
It's bolstered companionship and made new cyber-mates,
And shown two fingers at life's lugubrious fates.

Ah Mossy you are so sweet thank you!!!!! thats made my night............. just thought i'd pop on very quickly to say Happy New Year to all my fell running poet mates! see you all again soon! onwards and upwards

[Harry H Howgill]

Ah Mossy you are so sweet thank you!!!!! thats made my night............. just thought i'd pop on very quickly to say Happy New Year to all my fell running poet mates! see you all again soon! onwards and upwards

Happy New Year to you all

love

Harry

[freckle]

There was a new thread on the forum,
That some would have thought would just bore ‘em.
It started so quiet,
Turned into a riot,
And quickly lost all decorum.

Ah I missed this one Harry...brilliant!

[freckle]

Hi there

just found this interesting interview iwth slyvia plath on You tube (yes, I know what you are thinking...on new years's eve?)...good insight into how she writes, her views on english poetry at the time and ofcourse that characteristic voice of hers which oozes charisma and misery and intelligence all in one....

for the hardened plath fans!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k6RRWf8woPM