Today's poet

[Derby Tup]

I'm fairly sure I've heard Van Morrison singing this. Its lovely

....me thinks young of heart (and legs...if today's acheivements are anything to go by!!!!)

don't think we have had anything by this poet yet...i like this one....

On Raglan Road

On Raglan Road on an autumn day I met her first and knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare that I might one day rue;
I saw the danger, yet I walked along the enchanted way,
And I said, let grief be a fallen leaf at the dawning of the day.

On Grafton Street in November we tripped lightly along the ledge
Of the deep ravine where can be seen the worth of passion's pledge,
The Queen of Hearts still making tarts and I not making hay -
O I loved too much and by such and such is happiness thrown away.

I gave her gifts of the mind I gave her the secret sign that's known
To the artists who have known the true gods of sound and stone
And word and tint. I did not stint for I gave her poems to say.
With her own name there and her own dark hair like clouds over fields of May

On a quiet street where old ghosts meet I see her walking now
Away from me so hurriedly my reason must allow
That I had wooed not as I should a creature made of clay -
When the angel woos the clay he'd lose his wings at the dawn of day.

Patrick Kavanagh

[freckle]

http://www.poetryarchive.org/poetrya...do?poetId=1536

see above to hear betjeman read his poem, his voice is soooooo cool ( in my humble opinion...)

i think he was in love with Mrs Hunter Dunn...but nowt came of it (in real life that is) ...aw

[Derby Tup]

Another from Carol Ann Duffy

Text

I tend the mobile now
like an injured bird.

We text, text, text
our significant words

I re-read your first,
your second, your third

look for your xx
feeling absurd.

The codes we send
arrive with a broken chord.

I try to picture your hands,
their image is blurred.

Nothing my thumbs press
will ever be heard.

[freckle]

Another from Carol Ann Duffy

Text

I tend the mobile now
like an injured bird.

We text, text, text
our significant words

I re-read your first,
your second, your third

look for your xx
feeling absurd.

The codes we send
arrive with a broken chord.

I try to picture your hands,
their image is blurred.

Nothing my thumbs press
will ever be heard.

AWESOME!!!!!!!! llove it...gotta get this book!

[freckle]

In paris with you

Don't talk to me of love. I've had an earful
And I get tearful when I've downed a drink or two.
I'm one of your talking wounded.
I'm a hostage. I'm maroonded.
But I'm in Paris with you.

Yes I'm angry at the way I've been bamboozled
And resentful at the mess I've been through.
I admit I'm on the rebound
And I don't care where are we bound.
I'm in Paris with you.

Do you mind if we do not go to the Louvre
If we say sod off to sodding Notre Dame,
If we skip the Champs Elysées
And remain here in this sleazy

Old hotel room
Doing this and that
To what and whom
Learning who you are,
Learning what I am.

Don't talk to me of love. Let's talk of Paris,
The little bit of Paris in our view.
There's that crack across the ceiling
And the hotel walls are peeling
And I'm in Paris with you.

Don't talk to me of love. Let's talk of Paris.
I'm in Paris with the slightest thing you do.
I'm in Paris with your eyes, your mouth,
I'm in Paris with... all points south.
Am I embarrassing you?
I'm in Paris with you.

James Fenton </B>

[TurboTom]

Roses are red, but there are also pink, white and yellow varieties Violets aren't blue, they're violet, hence the name I've got OCD And my poetry skills are also lacking

[stevefoster]

Every time i visit Lakeland
My mood lifts, my spirit strengthens
And i don't want to leave
Return home pleasantly knackered
And contemplate the next time
But if i should expire, between visits
Take me back and scatter me on the fells
For that's where i find peace
And where i'd love to be, forever
Amidst the silent giants
Sorry it doesn't rhyme, it just came out that way.

[Nathaniel Lee]

Brilliant Merry. It would be an honour to do so as I can't think of a better place myself.

[stevefoster]

Brilliant Merry. It would be an honour to do so as I can't think of a better place myself.

Cheers Matt, hopefully be a while before i'm being scattered, off to bed now for some dreams, lakeland style, night mate

[fellgazelle]

Ok, Ok, I know this isn’t a poem as such, it’s a song and an old fashioned, out of vogue tune that many will be well familiar with, but never mind I still like it. I don’t mean to detract from the high quality of work posted on this thread and really the music and vocals are required to make it work but I think the words have certain poignancy:

Both sides now

Rows and flows of angel hair
And ice cream castles in the air
And feather canyons everywhere
I’ve looked at clouds that way

But now they only block the sun
They rain and snow on everyone
So many things I would have done
But clouds got in my way

I’ve looked at clouds from both sides now
From up and down and still somehow
It’s cloud illusions I recall
I really don’t know clouds at all

Moons and Junes and Ferris wheels
The dizzy dancing way you feel
As every fairytale comes real
I’ve looked at love that way

But now it’s just another show
You leave ‘em laughing when you go
And if you care don’t let them know
Don’t give yourself away

I’ve looked at love from both sides now
From give and take and still somehow
It’s love’s illusions I recall
I really don’t know love at all

Tears and fears and feeling proud
To say I love you right out loud
Dreams and schemes and circus crowds
I’ve looked at life that way

But now old friends are acting strange
They shake their heads, they say I’ve changed
Well something’s lost but something’s gained
In living every day

I’ve looked at life from both sides now
From win and lose and still somehow
It’s life’s illusions I recall
I really don’t know life at all

Joni Mitchell