Today's poet

[Derby Tup]

Very atmospheric DT.
Feeling inspired in the new year?

Rightly or wrongly I think of haikhu like Catchphrase off tv - 'say what you see'. A bit of extra light dawn and dusk and the mojo's back

[freckle]

blue silk sky, pink thread
contrail comet – fire to ice
watercolour sundown

Evening all, i am a little run down so just popping on and off and being a consumer tonight rather than a producer!...there have been some lovely pieces posted by one and all...Harry i really liked this haiku, i can just imagine that sky...beautiful! DT your haiku is as wonderful as ever...right off to peruse

[Harry H Howgill]

Rightly or wrongly I think of haikhu like Catchphrase off tv - 'say what you see'. A bit of extra light dawn and dusk and the mojo's back

I know what you mean. You can take ages pondering over 17 syllables, then be inspired and do a good one in 30 seconds flat!

I think I might stick the telly on for inspiration!

[Harry H Howgill]

Some More Light Verse - Wendy Cope

You have to try. You see a shrink.
You learn a lot. You read. You think.
You struggle to improve your looks.
You meet some men. You write some books.
You eat good food. You give up junk.
You do not smoke. You don't get drunk.
You go to yoga, walk and swim,
And nothing works. The outlook's grim.
You don't know what to do. You cry.
You're running out of things to try.


You blow your nose. You see the shrink.
You walk. You give up food and drink.
You fall in love. You make a plan.
You struggle to improve your man,
And nothing works. The outlook's grim.
You go to yoga, cry and swim.
You eat and drink. You give up looks.
You struggle to improve your books.
You cannot see the point. You sigh.
You do not smoke. You have to try.

[freckle]

Some More Light Verse - Wendy Cope

You have to try. You see a shrink.
You learn a lot. You read. You think.
You struggle to improve your looks.
You meet some men. You write some books.
You eat good food. You give up junk.
You do not smoke. You don't get drunk.
You go to yoga, walk and swim,
And nothing works. The outlook's grim.
You don't know what to do. You cry.
You're running out of things to try.


You blow your nose. You see the shrink.
You walk. You give up food and drink.
You fall in love. You make a plan.
You struggle to improve your man,
And nothing works. The outlook's grim.
You go to yoga, cry and swim.
You eat and drink. You give up looks.
You struggle to improve your books.
You cannot see the point. You sigh.
You do not smoke. You have to try.

Ha ha ! I really liked this Harry it made me laugh although it is also a little bittersweet! Oh...and my shrink has a LOT to answer for !!!!!!

[Harry H Howgill]

Ha ha ! I really liked this Harry it made me laugh although it is also a little bittersweet! Oh...and my shrink has a LOT to answer for !!!!!!

I love it how her sense of humour shines through even when she is clearly a tad out of sorts!

[Harry H Howgill]

This is the first poem I've come across that looks like it is written about a headtorch that wasn't written by one of us...

With her labrador, at night,
a Cyclops in a caving hat

or Davy lamp, your mother
out along the lane

for exercise, for air,
until her one bright eye

rounds on a dozen magpies
in the popeye tree.

A dozen magpies in the popeye tree?
What does that mean?

Simon Armitage

[freckle]

The river
One day a pet lamb felt weary,
sad nets for blue eyes
A friend said "now come on petal,
lets have no more cries
Your lonely now wor canny lass,
but right enough with time,
You’ll see again the high lights,
right here on the Tyne,
Your da ‘ll be there,
with that indefinable smile
and gently he’ll guide you back
to that inexhaustible mine
the safe harbour you forgot
was there waiting all the time




your heart, you very own heart."

http://newcastlephotos.blogspot.com/...ghthouses.html

[Harry H Howgill]

The river
One day a pet lamb felt weary,
sad nets for blue eyes
A friend said "now come on petal,
lets have no more cries
Your lonely now wor canny lass,
but right enough with time,
You’ll see again the high lights,
right here on the Tyne,
Your da ‘ll be there,
with that indefinable smile
and gently he’ll guide you back
to that inexhaustible mine
the safe harbour you forgot
was there waiting all the time




your heart, you very own heart.

http://newcastlephotos.blogspot.com/...ghthouses.html

That's fab

[Old Whippet]

5 miles on a rubber strip
going nowhere fast on a
treadmill - literally