Today's poet

[Hes]

Yes, two races in two days. Bronte moors looked fab today with just the odd patch of snow and bits of misty cloud here and there Legs are utterley mashed now

Good effort DT! Well done. Sounds lovely too. Liked the haiku too. Bet Ilkley was a bit quieter than getting a curry in Mumbai too!

[Hes]

Listening to Sufjan Stevens and this song is so beautiful but really disturbing.

John Wayne Gacy, Jr.

His father was a drinker
And his mother cried in bed
Folding John Wayne's T-shirts
When the swingset hit his head
The neighbors they adored him
For his humor and his conversation
Look underneath the house there
Find the few living things
Rotting fast in their sleep of the dead
Twenty-seven people, even more
They were boys with their cars, summer jobs
Oh my God

Are you one of them?

He dressed up like a clown for them
With his face paint white and red
And on his best behavior
In a dark room on the bed he kissed them all
He'd kill ten thousand people
With a sleight of his hand
Running far, running fast to the dead
He took off all their clothes for them
He put a cloth on their lips
Quiet hands, quiet kiss
On the mouth

And in my best behavior
I am really just like him
Look beneath the floorboards
For the secrets I have hid

[Hes]

I'm hungry again
better go and cook before
I start being rude

[Harry H Howgill]

Scooby dooby doooooo!!!

Just popping in before I grab my tea. Alas, not a curry, but beans and egg.

Not sure which is which is worse for those running behind either of you!

[Harry H Howgill]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=otx49Ko3fxw

Wow. Like you say, beautifully sung. Wierd reading the words first. I imagine it would take a while to get the gist if you just started listening, thinking it was a lovely little song.

Top choice.

Listening to Sufjan Stevens and this song is so beautiful but really disturbing.

John Wayne Gacy, Jr.

His father was a drinker
And his mother cried in bed
Folding John Wayne's T-shirts
When the swingset hit his head
The neighbors they adored him
For his humor and his conversation
Look underneath the house there
Find the few living things
Rotting fast in their sleep of the dead
Twenty-seven people, even more
They were boys with their cars, summer jobs
Oh my God

Are you one of them?

He dressed up like a clown for them
With his face paint white and red
And on his best behavior
In a dark room on the bed he kissed them all
He'd kill ten thousand people
With a sleight of his hand
Running far, running fast to the dead
He took off all their clothes for them
He put a cloth on their lips
Quiet hands, quiet kiss
On the mouth

And in my best behavior
I am really just like him
Look beneath the floorboards
For the secrets I have hid

[Hes]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=otx49Ko3fxw

Wow. Like you say, beautifully sung. Wierd reading the words first. I imagine it would take a while to get the gist if you just started listening, thinking it was a lovely little song.

Top choice.

Glad you liked it. I listened to it a couple times before I really paid attention to the lyrics and then realised who he was singing about. It is a great song.

[Old Whippet]

Listening to Sufjan Stevens and this song is so beautiful but really disturbing.

John Wayne Gacy, Jr.

His father was a drinker
And his mother cried in bed
Folding John Wayne's T-shirts
When the swingset hit his head
The neighbors they adored him
For his humor and his conversation
Look underneath the house there
Find the few living things
Rotting fast in their sleep of the dead
Twenty-seven people, even more
They were boys with their cars, summer jobs
Oh my God

Are you one of them?

He dressed up like a clown for them
With his face paint white and red
And on his best behavior
In a dark room on the bed he kissed them all
He'd kill ten thousand people
With a sleight of his hand
Running far, running fast to the dead
He took off all their clothes for them
He put a cloth on their lips
Quiet hands, quiet kiss
On the mouth

And in my best behavior
I am really just like him
Look beneath the floorboards
For the secrets I have hid

I've never heard of Sufjan Stevens. I enjoyed listening to this (cheers Harry for the youtube link) and reading the words. And isn't it much better to have lyrics in front of you like when I was much younger, and we had album covers that opened up to reveal the lyrics, and we had time to pore over them.

[Hes]

I've never heard of Sufjan Stevens. I enjoyed listening to this (cheers Harry for the youtube link) and reading the words. And isn't it much better to have lyrics in front of you like when I was much younger, and we had album covers that opened up to reveal the lyrics, and we had time to pore over them.

I totally agree. I am always really pleased if a cd has the lyrics inside and I can actually read the words whilst listening for the first time.

[freckle]

Hi all, some lovely offerings tonight, just had a quick read, really liked your poem OW.

Entropy
Neil Rollinson

Your coffee grows cold on the kitchen table,
which means the universe is dying.
Your dress on the carpet is just a dress,
it has lost all sense of you now,
your body heat gone from the fabric.
I open the window, the sky is dark
and the house is also cooling, the garden,
the summer lawn, all of it finding an equilibrium.
I watch an ice cube melt in my wine,
the heat of the Chardonnay passing into the ice.
It means the universe is going to die:
the second law of thermodynamics.
Entropy rising. Only the fridge struggles
to turn things round but even here there's a
hidden loss. It hums in the corner, the only sound
on a quiet night. Outside, everywhere in the vast
sky stars are cooling, I think of the sun
consuming its fuel, the afternoon that is past,
and your dress that only this morning
was warm to my touch.

[Hes]

Another one if his is called 'Concerning the UFO Sighting Near Highland'

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4b0fd...eature=related

It has a gorgeous flute part in it that I aim to learn one day.