Today's poet

[Mossdog]

For Fiona on Turning 50!

It seems so long ago now that we first met,
Peckham nights and too much booze,
stravaiging London’s backstreets
for amusement.
And you, fresh faced, freckled, down from the Northlands,
pale skinned, and smiles,
short on stature, big on personality.

And we will always hear,
those Scottish phrases,
a terrier language,
peppered with anglo-saxon obscenities!
Like blitz poetry,
fierce and wild, but streamed with life,
a laugh...and why not?

And while those years have passed - too fast,
and sorrows and heart-aches felt and shared,
you, still undaunted, inspire;
the bright thistled jewel of our friendship;
Caledonian dynamo,
middle-fingered salute to the reaper,
what impudence!

So let’s celebrate five decades down,
and many a more to come,
your smile, indelible as a your freckles,
more uplifting than a Ben;
Just ride it with us our feisty Hen!

[Harry H Howgill]

Sorry for the overload lads n' lasses...I mean't nee harm

I guess it's a case of a 'surfeit' of haiku ....or...

too many haiku
leaves the mind too bewildered
to grasp the essence.

An essence of haiku sounds about right.

Lovely haiku too.

[Mountain Goatess]

Here's one for Valentine's weekend!

Give me a kiss,
and to that kiss a score;
Then to that twenty,
add a hundred more;
A thousand to that hundred:
so kiss on,
To make that thousand up to a million.
Treble that million,
and when that is done,
Let's kiss afresh,
as when we first begun.

( Robert Herrick )

[Alf]

An essence of haiku sounds about right.

Lovely haiku too.

Aha! Haiku is the plural of Haiku You lot are far too clever for me

Alf's sonnet today is an old favourite from the Lakeland poet himself

On Westminster Bridge

Earth has not anything to show more fair:
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
A sight so touching in its majesty:
This City now doth, like a garment, wear
The beauty of the morning; silent, bare,
Ships, towers, domes, theatres and temples lie
Open unto the fields, and to the sky;
All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Never did sun more beautifully steep
In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill;
Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!
The river glideth at his own sweet will:
Dear God! The very houses seem asleep;
And all that mighty heart is lying still!

William Wordsworth

[Derby Tup]

new Apple iPod
like electronic jukebox
where do cassettes go?!

[Derby Tup]

signed up to iTunes
imported Van's Veedon Fleece
doing Beach Boys next!

[freckle]

For Fiona on Turning 50!

It seems so long ago now that we first met,
Peckham nights and too much booze,
stravaiging London’s backstreets
for amusement.
And you, fresh faced, freckled, down from the Northlands,
pale skinned, and smiles,
short on stature, big on personality.

And we will always hear,
those Scottish phrases,
a terrier language,
peppered with anglo-saxon obscenities!
Like blitz poetry,
fierce and wild, but streamed with life,
a laugh...and why not?

And while those years have passed - too fast,
and sorrows and heart-aches felt and shared,
you, still undaunted, inspire;
the bright thistled jewel of our friendship;
Caledonian dynamo,
middle-fingered salute to the reaper,
what impudence!

So let’s celebrate five decades down,
and many a more to come,
your smile, indelible as a your freckles,
more uplifting than a Ben;
Just ride it with us our feisty Hen!

Aw Mossy this is just so lovely I hope Fiona realises how lucky she is to have such a beautiful poem penned for her!....very moving

[freckle]

signed up to iTunes
imported Van's Veedon Fleece
doing Beach Boys next!

Got to get some
good vibrations
going!

[freckle]

I think this poem is really special....

Snow
Louise Macneice

The room was suddenly rich and the great bay-window was
Spawning snow and pink roses against it
Soundlessly collateral and incompatible:
World is suddener than we fancy it.

World is crazier and more of it than we think,
Incorrigibly plural. I peel and portion
A tangerine and spit the pips and feel
The drunkenness of things being various.

And the fire flames with a bubbling sound for world
Is more spiteful and gay than one supposes
-On the tongue on the eyes on the ears in the palms of one's hands -
There is more than glass between the snow and the huge roses.

[Hes]

I think this poem is really special....

Snow
Louise Macneice

The room was suddenly rich and the great bay-window was
Spawning snow and pink roses against it
Soundlessly collateral and incompatible:
World is suddener than we fancy it.

World is crazier and more of it than we think,
Incorrigibly plural. I peel and portion
A tangerine and spit the pips and feel
The drunkenness of things being various.

And the fire flames with a bubbling sound for world
Is more spiteful and gay than one supposes
-On the tongue on the eyes on the ears in the palms of one's hands -
There is more than glass between the snow and the huge roses.

That's great. I really like it. Thanks Freckle.