Today's poet

[Hes]

And so to bed for me too but not before I try and finish this bit of work I started before I got sidetracked here!

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there's some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Robert Frost

[Hes]

Its a shame we can't all meet easily to discuss which poems etc etc (over a snecklifter-obviously) in an artistic, brainstorming fashion....i can just picture it!

La Chasconsa,
Kendal racer and
Wandering celestial printer

Chair the meeting
of ascending poets
to debate first publication

wild hair, wilder eyes
and darting minds
peruse 4,000 posts

in search of
the first anthology
of Fell Poet Classics!

Ah well...I tried.....

...and it was inspired!! I love it, us down to a tee. I'm off now but will see you soon, x

[freckle]

...and it was inspired!! I love it, us down to a tee. I'm off now but will see you soon, x

Night night Hes, I love that Frost poem by the way, he is a real favourite on here...that last line is lovely, night pet x

[freckle]

I am here all alone with Pablo....

When I cannot look at your face
I look at your feet.
Your feet of arched bone,
your hard little feet.
I know that they support you,
and that your sweet weight
rises upon them.
Your waist and your breasts,
the doubled purple
of your nipples,
the sockets of your eyes
that have just flown away,
your wide fruit mouth,
your red tresses,
my little tower.
But I love your feet
only because they walked
upon the earth and upon
the wind and upon the waters,
until they found me.

Pablo Neruda </B>

[stevefoster]

this is to redress the balance a bit vis a vis the "today's bollock scratching thread!" .......

sorry Stolly and Iandarkpeak for using "Today" in the title again.....

click on link below to see "today's poet"

http://www-cdr.stanford.edu/intuition/Slough.html

no doubt all of this will go down like a lead balloon, oh well...sod it!

Been reading back through the thread and this is how it started
Lasted longer than the other thread freckle
Enjoyed reading rather than posting tonight

[Harry H Howgill]

Been reading back through the thread and this is how it started
Lasted longer than the other thread freckle
Enjoyed reading rather than posting tonight

An inspired start as it does seem to have filled a bit of a niche on the forum.

I think we all enjoy just reading at times, so nice to have you lurking.

[Harry H Howgill]

And we wouldn't dream of disturbing you

I am here all alone with Pablo....

When I cannot look at your face
I look at your feet.
Your feet of arched bone,
your hard little feet.
I know that they support you,
and that your sweet weight
rises upon them.
Your waist and your breasts,
the doubled purple
of your nipples,
the sockets of your eyes
that have just flown away,
your wide fruit mouth,
your red tresses,
my little tower.
But I love your feet
only because they walked
upon the earth and upon
the wind and upon the waters,
until they found me.

Pablo Neruda </B>

[Harry H Howgill]

That's great Freckle, sorry, La Chasconsa.

An artistic drunken brainstorm. I can see it now. It would be chaos!

Its a shame we can't all meet easily to discuss which poems etc etc (over a snecklifter-obviously) in an artistic, brainstorming fashion....i can just picture it!

La Chasconsa,
Kendal racer and
Wandering celestial printer

Chair the meeting
of ascending poets
to debate first publication

wild hair, wilder eyes
and darting minds
peruse 4,000 posts

in search of
the first anthology
of Fell Poet Classics!

Ah well...I tried.....

[Harry H Howgill]

I'd much rather go to work on a horse this morning than belt there in the car.

Love Robert Frost as ever.

Have a good day everyone.

And so to bed for me too but not before I try and finish this bit of work I started before I got sidetracked here!

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there's some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Robert Frost

[freckle]

Evening all.....hope you have had a lovely day...

Cornflakes

Cornflakes are nice
Cornflakes are tasty
Cornflakes should NOT
be devoured too hasty!

Cornflakes are like
hundreds of inee weeny hugs
or a roll around
on a big furry rug.

So I hope you enjoyed
your cornflakes my dear
one day I shall feed you them
whilst nibbling your ear!

Muriel Patch