Today's poet

[N-dubya]

To My Daughter
Stephen Spender

Bright clasp of her whole hand around my finger,
My daughter, as we walk together now.
All my life I’ll feel a ring invisibly
Circle this bone with shining: when she is grown
Far from today as her eyes are far already.

That is absolutely wonderful I have had exactly the same thoughts when my daughter holds my hand how precious the time is when they are just wee

[Nathaniel Lee]

Pork Pie.

Round and moist and full of meat,
With Cheese and pickle they go a treat,
I trust it as i know it will not lie,
The one and only luscious Pork Pie.

All fells poets should sing it's praise,
As it can be enjoyed in different ways,
On the fells or on a paper plate,
It is the food to which we all can relate.

And for all you vegetarians out there,
I do not mean ti cause a scare,
You can join us with your pie of quorn,
All the better to write Pork Pie Porn.

By Herakles

[Alf]

Pork Pie.

Round and moist and full of meat,
With Cheese and pickle they go a treat,
I trust it as i know it will not lie,
The one and only luscious Pork Pie.

All fells poets should sing it's praise,
As it can be enjoyed in different ways,
On the fells or on a paper plate,
It is the food to which we all can relate.

And for all you vegetarians out there,
I do not mean ti cause a scare,
You can join us with your pie of quorn,
All the better to write Pork Pie Porn.

By Herakles

I like it and its very topical as I bought a medium sized one from Morrisons this morning to be consumed after my recce this weekend

[Alf]

That is absolutely wonderful I have had exactly the same thoughts when my daughter holds my hand how precious the time is when they are just wee

Very true N-dubya and nice posting freckle.

[freckle]

Pork Pie.

Round and moist and full of meat,
With Cheese and pickle they go a treat,
I trust it as i know it will not lie,
The one and only luscious Pork Pie.

All fells poets should sing it's praise,
As it can be enjoyed in different ways,
On the fells or on a paper plate,
It is the food to which we all can relate.

And for all you vegetarians out there,
I do not mean ti cause a scare,
You can join us with your pie of quorn,
All the better to write Pork Pie Porn.

By Herakles

How utterly class! soooooo funny

[freckle]

Oooooooooooooooo, friday night and time to get drunk?

on chilean wine and?..........................


Drunk as drunk
Translated from the Spanish by Christopher Logue

Drunk as drunk on turpentine
From your open kisses,
Your wet body wedged
Between my wet body and the strake
Of our boat that is made of flowers
Feasted, we guide it - our fingers
Like tallows adorned with yellow metal -
Over the sky's hot rim,
The day's last breath in our sails.

Pinned by the sun between solstice
And equinox, drowsy and tangled together
We drifted for months and woke
With the bitter taste of land on our lips,
Eyelids all sticky, and we longed for lime
And the sound of a rope
Lowering a bucket down its well. Then,
We came by night to the Fortunate Isles,
And lay like fish
Under the net of our kisses.

Pablo Neruda

have a lovely friday night all...i am off out very soon

[Derby Tup]

One of my very fave Nerudas! Have fun this evening freckle

Oooooooooooooooo, friday night and time to get drunk?

on chilean wine and?..........................


Drunk as drunk
Translated from the Spanish by Christopher Logue

Drunk as drunk on turpentine
From your open kisses,
Your wet body wedged
Between my wet body and the strake
Of our boat that is made of flowers
Feasted, we guide it - our fingers
Like tallows adorned with yellow metal -
Over the sky's hot rim,
The day's last breath in our sails.

Pinned by the sun between solstice
And equinox, drowsy and tangled together
We drifted for months and woke
With the bitter taste of land on our lips,
Eyelids all sticky, and we longed for lime
And the sound of a rope
Lowering a bucket down its well. Then,
We came by night to the Fortunate Isles,
And lay like fish
Under the net of our kisses.

Pablo Neruda

have a lovely friday night all...i am off out very soon

[Derby Tup]

Those lovely pies made from cooked pork
Have always had me reaching for my fork
In spite of the great taste
They've done nothing for my waist
Which now stetches all the way from home to York

[Nathaniel Lee]

Derby Tup.

Removed midlands sheep like boy,
Likes Poetic Chilean,
Himself Master of Haiku.

By Herakles.

P.S. Don't know if Haiku as I have real trouble syllable counting.

[Derby Tup]

Derby Tup.

Removed midlands sheep like boy,
Likes Poetic Chilean,
Himself Master of Haiku.

By Herakles.

P.S. Don't know if Haiku as I have real trouble syllable counting.

Thanks Herakles!