Today's poet

[Nathaniel Lee]

Great news merry.

[Nathaniel Lee]

Lola.

There's a kerfuffle on another thread,
With men who can't get Lola out of there head,
Lola could be in the forces,dominatrix or priest,
For all i know Lola is man ,woman or beast.

By Herakles.

[stevefoster]

Great news Half decent work?

Thanks folk, very decent work, travelling round servicing and selling fire extinguishers, mate of mine has had his own business for 20 years and is mowed out till May, start thursday

[Derby Tup]

Thanks folk, very decent work, travelling round servicing and selling fire extinguishers, mate of mine has had his own business for 20 years and is mowed out till May, start thursday

Sounds great Steve. Good luck on Thursday!

[Stolly]

All looked bleak
Then out of the blue
Work till May

Jeepers Merry
Money be damned
That'll mess up your running
Out of hand

Hehe Great news.

PS you can tell the main influence over my <cough> style of poetry

[stevefoster]

Jeepers Merry
Money be damned
That'll mess up your running
Out of hand

Hehe Great news.

PS you can tell the main influence over my <cough> style of poetry

Used to read Rupert as a nipper, always seemed a bit weird to me, especailly that stick bloke Raggartywhohisface

[Alf]

Thanks folk, very decent work, travelling round servicing and selling fire extinguishers, mate of mine has had his own business for 20 years and is mowed out till May, start thursday

Good news mate. Have one on me

[stevefoster]

Cheers Alf

[Stef F]

Thanks folk, very decent work, travelling round servicing and selling fire extinguishers, mate of mine has had his own business for 20 years and is mowed out till May, start thursday

Hurrah for lucky breaks. Good luck I hope it goes well and you enjoy it.

[freckle]

When all the others were away at Mass
I was all hers as we peeled potatoes.
They broke the silence, let fall one by one
Like solder weeping off the soldering iron:
Cold comforts set between us, things to share
Gleaming in a bucket of clean water.
And again let fall. Little pleasant splashes
From each other's work would bring us to our senses.

So while the parish priest at her bedside
Went hammer and tongs at the prayers for the dying
And some were responding and some crying
I remembered her head bent towards my head,
Her breath in mine, our fluent dipping knives--
Never closer the whole rest of our lives.

Seamus Heaney

wow! wot an awesome poem alf, so beautiful...i must admit i struggle with heaney at times but this is just utterly gorgeous...thank you