Today's poet

[daz h]

Morning all, hope you are all keeping fit and well.
Have not posted on here for a while. I was supposed to be starting a race in half hour but seeing as I am still sat in my jimmyjams, I thought this was appropriate!

LAZINESS

Let laureates sing with rapturous swing
Of the wonder and glory of work;
Let pulpiteers preach and with passion impeach
The indolent wretches who shirk.
No doubt they are right: in the stress of the fight
It's the slackers who go to the wall;
So though it's my shame I perversely proclaim
It's fine to do nothing at all.

It's fine to recline on the flat of one's spine,
With never a thought in one's head:
It's lovely to le staring up at the sky
When others are earning their bread.
It's great to feel one with the soil and the sun,
Drowned deep in the grasses so tall;
Oh it's noble to sweat, pounds and dollars to get,
But - it's grand to do nothing at all.

So sing to the praise of the fellows who laze
Instead of lambasting the soil;
The vagabonds gay who lounge by the way,
Conscientious objectors to toil.
But lest you should think, by this spatter of ink,
The Muses still hold me in thrall,
I'll round out my rhyme, and (until the next time)
Work like hell - doing nothing at all.

Robert William Service

Thats a good one MG , like it
Hope your okay

[Nathaniel Lee]

Calypso.

Dark and sultry,
She will not be denied,
The one regret i have,
Is that she never was my bride.

The feelings that i have,
They've lingered for decades,
And by the sea she'll swallow me up,
I know my love never fades,
Take me for the rest of my life,
Sweet Calypso.

By Herakles.

[freckle]

Morning all, hope you are all keeping fit and well.
Have not posted on here for a while. I was supposed to be starting a race in half hour but seeing as I am still sat in my jimmyjams, I thought this was appropriate!

LAZINESS

Let laureates sing with rapturous swing
Of the wonder and glory of work;
Let pulpiteers preach and with passion impeach
The indolent wretches who shirk.
No doubt they are right: in the stress of the fight
It's the slackers who go to the wall;
So though it's my shame I perversely proclaim
It's fine to do nothing at all.

It's fine to recline on the flat of one's spine,
With never a thought in one's head:
It's lovely to le staring up at the sky
When others are earning their bread.
It's great to feel one with the soil and the sun,
Drowned deep in the grasses so tall;
Oh it's noble to sweat, pounds and dollars to get,
But - it's grand to do nothing at all.

So sing to the praise of the fellows who laze
Instead of lambasting the soil;
The vagabonds gay who lounge by the way,
Conscientious objectors to toil.
But lest you should think, by this spatter of ink,
The Muses still hold me in thrall,
I'll round out my rhyme, and (until the next time)
Work like hell - doing nothing at all.

Robert William Service

Nice one MG...hope you are alright its not easy getting to fellraces at times when your a busy mum of young children!

[Mountain Goatess]

Nice one MG...hope you are alright its not easy getting to fellraces at times when your a busy mum of young children!

Yeah I'm fine thanks Daz H and Freckle. Have had a busy weekend and couldn't get motivated this morning. I was not lazy this afternoon though and ran 6 miles.

[freckle]

Cadence

I’d forgotten, my companion,
the one that never lets me down,
step after step
you take me,
heavy legs and gasping for breath,
back, each time
to the same conclusion,
YOU.

carry your SELF,
consistently and with perseverance
the rest will follow.
If you dare not look down this escarpement,
then look up.
If you are scared of slipping,
take your time,
but don’t relinquish.

Head down, small steps,
nobody else is going to get you out
of this little predicament.
The vista is sweet,
if only you will allow your eyes
to open
and falling (or is it flowing)
is just as good as it ever was,
if you could just let your
legs (heart) go.

Rome wasn’t built in a day,
and shoddy brickwork
never did anyone any favours,
so simmer down,
head up
and move bonny lass!

[Nee Bother]

Yeah I'm fine thanks Daz H and Freckle. Have had a busy weekend and couldn't get motivated this morning. I was not lazy this afternoon though and ran 6 miles.

Lazy bugger (1st post on poet thread, sorry )

[freckle]

Yeah I'm fine thanks Daz H and Freckle. Have had a busy weekend and couldn't get motivated this morning. I was not lazy this afternoon though and ran 6 miles.

I know the feeling! Well done on getting your miles in hope to see you soon at a race

[freckle]

Your Feet
Pablo Neruda

When I cannot look at your face
I look at your feet.
Your feet of arched bone,
your hard little feet.
I know that they support you,
and that your sweet weight
rises upon them.
Your waist and your breasts,
the doubled purple
of your nipples,
the sockets of your eyes
that have just flown away,
your wide fruit mouth,
your red tresses,
my little tower.
But I love your feet
only because they walked
upon the earth and upon
the wind and upon the waters,
until they found me.


Mmmm I wonder if dear ol Pablo would have felt so adoring of your average fell running tootsie's ?

she says...to herself......

tumbleweed.........................tee hee !

[Nathaniel Lee]

Sailors lament.

I wait decades,
For my chance of love,
I feel dizzy,
Can't speak,
If only i could tell her,
How deep my feelings go,
Maiden of the sea,
Sweet Calypso.

By Herakles

[OneOffPoet]

Is there such a thing as a two-off-poet? The last line popped in my head as a memory from Martcrag and out came the notebook…

The idea is you're only halfway in distance/physical effort…


Martcrag Moor - a poem

Things are getting serious now that we're on the moor
The fells that lie ahead are even bigger than before
So far so good especially now that Steel Fell's given sway
And the sun has joined the party in a non-committal way

Things are getting interesting now we're on the moor
A hiatus in the jumbled peaks devoid of pitch and yaw
A place to measure progress made between the rise and fall
The map says that we're halfway but we're not halfway at all