Today's poet

[Mossdog]

Beautiful Old Age

David Herbert Lawrence

It ought to be lovely to be old
to be full of the peace that comes of experience
and wrinkled ripe fulfilment.

The wrinkled smile of completeness that follows a life
lived undaunted and unsoured with accepted lies
they would ripen like apples, and be scented like pippins
in their old age.

Soothing, old people should be, like apples
when one is tired of love.
Fragrant like yellowing leaves, and dim with the soft
stillness and satisfaction of autumn.

And a girl should say:
It must be wonderful to live and grow old.
Look at my mother, how rich and still she is! -

And a young man should think: By Jove
my father has faced all weathers, but it’s been a life!

Night all - after a great evening of postings I'm certainly 'ripe with fulfilment' but hopefully not too wrinkled; not yet any road

[Mossdog]

Morning, Noon and Night

• WHEN morning shows her first faint flush,
• I think of the tender blush
• That crept so gently to your cheek
• When first my love I dared to speak;
• How, in your glance, a dawning ray
• Gave promise of love's perfect day.
  
  When, in the ardent breath of noon,
• The roses with passion swoon;
• There steals upon me from the air
• The scent that lurked within your hair;
• I touch your hand, I clasp your form--
• Again your lips are close and warm.
  
  When comes the night with beauteous skies,
• I think of your tear-dimmed eyes,
• Their mute entreaty that I stay,
• Although your lips sent me away;
• And then falls memory's bitter blight,
• And dark--so dark becomes the night.
  James Weldon Johnson

Glad I stayed up for that one too - marvellous HHH.

[Harry H Howgill]

Glad I stayed up for that one too - marvellous HHH.

Night Mossy; tonight was the night I discovered Poet's Corner...

http://theotherpages.org/poems/index.html

[stevefoster]

Night Mossdog

[XRunner]

The Law of Copyright
(after Kipling)
by Wendy Cope
(not reproduced by kind permission of Wendy Cope)

Now this is the Law of Copyright – good subject for Poetry Day.
If you keep it some poets may prosper, in a modest and limited way.

And some of the people who break it have little idea of the wrong
They do to the indigent author who dreamed up the poem or song

That they put into print without asking, or perform in a theatre or hall
With an audience paying good money, while the writer gets nothing at all,

Or offer the world on their web-sites, assuming that poems are free.
They are shocked when you mention permission, aghast if there’s talk of a fee.

This is the law: the creator has rights that you can’t overlook.
It isn’t ok to make copies – you have to fork out for the book.

It isn’t ok to use poems on posters or cards or in shows
Unless you have asked for permission. You may have to pay through the nose.

But not necessarily. Try it. If you’re a good cause, or you’re poor
And unlikely to make any profit, the cost of obeying the law

May be negligible, may be nothing. It’s one thing to ask for a gift
And another to take without asking, and we call that other thing theft.

And poets they need to eat supper, and poets they need to wear shoes
And you’ll seldom encounter a poet enjoying a luxury cruise,

So remember the Law of Copyright, and make sure you do as you ought,
And if you read this and ignore it, I bloody well hope you get caught.

[freckle]

running up the hill
lips smart from icy kisses
of wind driven sleet

Nice.....

[freckle]

Ammonite

Specimen number 262 Pictius baylei
A Mesozoic coil of mud and mineral a
Remnant from a Jurassic sea.
A lustre has grown from the grease
left by inquisitive naive fingers
exploring the whorls of Fibonacci

Discovered in the soft clays of
Wootton Bassett, now
propping open the white gloss door
Of the Wootton's dining room, much
too often kicked across a laminate floor

this is simply stunning....thank you for posting and well done

[freckle]

What is this life if, full of care
We have no time to stand and stare?

No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.

No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.

No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.

No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.

No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.

A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare

Leisure by W. H. Davies

this is my mum's fave poem she used to recite the first couple of line's to me a lot as a kid...which reminds me DT did you tell your ma about the poems in the end?

[Nathaniel Lee]

Kinder and beyond.

Free to run,
Flying round Kinder,
Scout about for next,
Trig point,
Joy of life out,
Amongst the fells.

By Herakles

[freckle]

Kinder and beyond.

Free to run,
Flying round Kinder,
Scout about for next,
Trig point,
Joy of life out,
Amongst the fells.

By Herakles

great stuff matt