Today's poet

[Harry H Howgill]

Hee hee....you are much younger than I thought you were and you have such a mature writing style too!

To tell you the truth; I get my Mum to help me with the long words.

[Harry H Howgill]

That's lovely

There is a place

There is a place I'd love to be
my toes on the hearth
the sounds of the fire crackling,
light flickering, dancing,
a feeling of belonging, home
a place, worry free

There is a place I'd love to be
snug in my tent
on a spring morning,
a day of adventure looming,
lambs gambolling in fields nearby
full of the joys of youth, so free

There is a place I'd love to be
grass under my feet
the wind in my hair
on a mountain top
gazing with the sun on my back
and in the distance a glint of the sea

There is a place I'd love to be
golden leaves filling the air
that I breathe as I amble
beside the sparkling leaping river
listening to the dipper
singing away in a joyful key

There is a place I long to be
Not here, but anywhere
where he is,
my head nestled under his chin
in that place that fits
as though made just for me

Stef F

[Alf]

There is a place

There is a place I'd love to be
my toes on the hearth
the sounds of the fire crackling,
light flickering, dancing,
a feeling of belonging, home
a place, worry free

There is a place I'd love to be
snug in my tent
on a spring morning,
a day of adventure looming,
lambs gambolling in fields nearby
full of the joys of youth, so free

There is a place I'd love to be
grass under my feet
the wind in my hair
on a mountain top
gazing with the sun on my back
and in the distance a glint of the sea

There is a place I'd love to be
golden leaves filling the air
that I breathe as I amble
beside the sparkling leaping river
listening to the dipper
singing away in a joyful key

There is a place I long to be
Not here, but anywhere
where he is,
my head nestled under his chin
in that place that fits
as though made just for me

Stef F

Great poem Stef, enjoyable to read and well constructed!

[Alf]

It looks like its been a good night on the thread. I've been over at Scarborough doing a time trial with the club. We had a bit of a 'jolly' with fish and chips afterwards (well, just chips for me). It was a good laugh. I am off to bed but Herakles...love your new raunchy stuff! DT, good to hear you arrived safely and Freckle, hope you have a peaceful night tonight and no more mishaps! Sleep well all. Night night.x

twenty five runners
the surf pounding at their feet
dreaming of supper

mmmmm chips

[Alf]

Siren.

I watch from afar,
Your eyes luminous,
Deep soul filled jewels,
Tempting me to come forward,
And end my distant vigil,
Your lips scarlet and shimmering,
Beckoning me forward with,
A slow seductive tracing,
Of your teeth with your tongue,
I am smitten the fever dreams,
Of your soft cappuccino skin,
Sweaty and next to mine,
Overcome me,
I am in your thrall.

By Herakles.

One of your best yet Herakles

[Nathaniel Lee]

Cheers alf. I thought Stefs' poem was fantastic. Oh and i am sorry you did not get thru on the K-factor again.

[freckle]

There is a place

There is a place I'd love to be
my toes on the hearth
the sounds of the fire crackling,
light flickering, dancing,
a feeling of belonging, home
a place, worry free

There is a place I'd love to be
snug in my tent
on a spring morning,
a day of adventure looming,
lambs gambolling in fields nearby
full of the joys of youth, so free

There is a place I'd love to be
grass under my feet
the wind in my hair
on a mountain top
gazing with the sun on my back
and in the distance a glint of the sea

There is a place I'd love to be
golden leaves filling the air
that I breathe as I amble
beside the sparkling leaping river
listening to the dipper
singing away in a joyful key

There is a place I long to be
Not here, but anywhere
where he is,
my head nestled under his chin
in that place that fits
as though made just for me

Stef F

stef this is awesome, particularly like the last three lines...............sigh

[Nathaniel Lee]

She loves me.

She loves me,
She loves me,
The sky is blue,
Birds sing and flowers bloom,
And all the cliches,
That love brings,
She loves me.

By Herakles.

[Alf]

Cheers alf. I thought Stefs' poem was fantastic. Oh and i am sorry you did not get thru on the K-factor again.

Yeh its that knitted Simon Cowell, I mean what has he got against wingless ducks

[Harry H Howgill]

GASOLINE
Shivering in the almost-drizzle
inside the wooden outboard,
nose over gunwale,
I watched it drip and spread
on the sheenless water:
the brightest thing in wartime,
a slick of rainbow,
ephemeral as insect wings,
green, blue, red, and pink,
my shimmering private sideshow.
Was this my best toy, then?
This toxic smudge, this overspill
from a sloppy gascan filled
with essence of danger?
I knew that it was poison,
its beauty an illusion:
I could spell flammable.
But still, I loved the smell:
so alien, a whiff
of starstuff.
I would have liked to drink it,
inhale its iridescence.
As if I could.
That's how gods lived: as if.

Margaret Atwood