Today's poet

[freckle]

I have found this poem today and found it incredibly moving....

All Legendary Obstacles

John Montague

All legendary obstacles lay between
Us, the long imaginary plain,
The monstrous ruck of mountains
And, swinging across the night,
Flooding the Sacramento, San Joaquin,
The hissing drift of winter rain.

All day I waited, shifting
Nervously from station to bar
As I saw another train sail
By, the San Francisco Chief or
Golden Gate, water dripping
From great flanged wheels.

At midnight you came, pale
Above the negro porter's lamp.
I was too blind with rain
And doubt to speak, but
Reached from the platform
Until our chilled hands met.

You had been travelling for days
With an old lady, who marked
A neat circle on the glass
With her glove, to watch us
Move into the wet darkness
Kissing, still unable to speak.

[freckle]

Sounds fun HHH. How the 3 person team work ?. Is it 1 row then next 1 run and then 1 row. Or is it all 3 at once and time for team is the time the slowest takes ?.. How is everyone tonight. Anyone fancy a silly theme night like the biscuits night the other week as could do with some humour today.

i can't think of a theme as such Tri but here is a bit of Spike Milligan which always cheers me up:

Sillly Poem
Spike Milligan
Said Hamlet to Ophelia,
I'll draw a sketch of thee,
What kind of pencil shall I use?
2B or not 2B?

[Brock]

Good evening Fell Poets. Hope you dont mind me joining in.


Hey listen!
Listen to the sound of me speaking
But not the words...
Listen to your sighs
Guiding me.
Listen in peace
To my heart.
Listen in fear
Of discovery.
Hey listen.
Shhh.
Listen.

[Brock]

i can't think of a theme as such Tri but here is a bit of Spike Milligan which always cheers me up:

Sillly Poem
Spike Milligan
Said Hamlet to Ophelia,
I'll draw a sketch of thee,
What kind of pencil shall I use?
2B or not 2B?

and another from Spike

Twinkle Twinkle little star
How I wonder what you are
A shining piece of rocket case
A rubbish dump in outer space

[freckle]

Good evening Fell Poets. Hope you dont mind me joining in.


Hey listen!
Listen to the sound of me speaking
But not the words...
Listen to your sighs
Guiding me.
Listen in peace
To my heart.
Listen in fear
Of discovery.
Hey listen.
Shhh.
Listen.

Welcome to the thread Brock! its always good to have new contributors....and is this your own work prey tell? If so I am suitably impressed!

[Brock]

Welcome to the thread Brock! its always good to have new contributors....and is this your own work prey tell? If so I am suitably impressed!

indeed it is. And thank you.

[Harry H Howgill]

Good evening Fell Poets. Hope you dont mind me joining in.


Hey listen!
Listen to the sound of me speaking
But not the words...
Listen to your sighs
Guiding me.
Listen in peace
To my heart.
Listen in fear
Of discovery.
Hey listen.
Shhh.
Listen.

Welcome Brock. You certainly don't need to ask permission. Dive on in. What a great introduction!

Love your link on the bottom of your post!

[Harry H Howgill]

and another from Spike

Twinkle Twinkle little star
How I wonder what you are
A shining piece of rocket case
A rubbish dump in outer space

Ha ha. I like that.

[freckle]

Welcome Brock. You certainly don't need to ask permission. Dive on in. What a great introduction!

Love your link on the bottom of your post!

i've just had a look and that is soooooooooo funny!....tri i think we have our theme tonight!...psychedlic badger /animal antics!!!!

badgers are cool
badgers are funny
but too many mushrooms
equals a dicky tummy!

[Mossdog]

You may have thought that with my recent preoccupations with other 'adventures' in life making claims on my time, and diverting my attention from this thread, I wouldn't notice - but I have, so there! Yes, there's been a distinct lack of our Sylvia on this thread. So, to redress the balance - take this.....

For a Fatherless Son

You will be aware of an absence, presently,
Growing beside you, like a tree,
A death tree, color gone, an Australian gum tree ---
Balding, gelded by lightning--an illusion,
And a sky like a pig's backside, an utter lack of attention.
But right now you are dumb.
And I love your stupidity,
The blind mirror of it. I look in
And find no face but my own, and you think that's funny.
It is good for me
To have you grab my nose, a ladder rung.
One day you may touch what's wrong ---
The small skulls, the smashed blue hills, the godawful hush.
Till then your smiles are found money.

ah " you smiles are found money" devine


Consider your selves all duly reprimanded