Today's poet

[Hes]

It took me a while to suss out that the 22nd referred to the street name. I was thinking the 22nd of what? March? Her 22nd helping? I'm a tad slow tonight.

I've been saved by blackcurrents on the side of the road before now when I bonked on my bike coming back over Kirkstone Pass.

Nature is a wonderful thing, wish I'd found blackcurrants when I bonked on my bike...had to make do with a friend's mars bar! I was cycling to a time trial (running) up at Wass Bank and I discovered a brilliant wild plum tree on the way. I picked masses of the things and then had to cycle up a steep hill with my panniers full.

[Hes]

Glad to hear it Harry, my kids are batfans too, i was of the same mind as you but they loved it at Chester Zoo.
Just realised i made that rhyme without trying

Poetry must be in your blood...it is instinctive!

[Hes]

Plums
by Catherine Savage Brosman


They’re Santa Rosas, crimson, touched by blue,
with slightly mottled skin and amber flesh,
transparently proposing by their hue
the splendor of an August morning, fresh

but ruddy, ripening toward fall.—"So sweet,
so cold," the poet said; but this one’s tart,
its sunny glow perfected in deceit,
as emulation of a cunning heart.

I eat it anyway, until the pit
alone remains, with scattered drops of juice,
such sour trophies proving nature's wit:
appearances and real in fragile truce.

[Harry H Howgill]

Glad to hear it Harry, my kids are batfans too, i was of the same mind as you but they loved it at Chester Zoo.
Just realised i made that rhyme without trying

You're a poet,
and you just don't know... er...

Help me out here

[Harry H Howgill]

Nature is a wonderful thing, wish I'd found blackcurrants when I bonked on my bike...had to make do with a friend's mars bar! I was cycling to a time trial (running) up at Wass Bank and I discovered a brilliant wild plum tree on the way. I picked masses of the things and then had to cycle up a steep hill with my panniers full.

That is all good training.

It has been fruit and veg night tonight on the thread. Tatties, Leeks, Fruit Bats, and then plums from both you and Pablo!

[Harry H Howgill]

Plums
by Catherine Savage Brosman


They’re Santa Rosas, crimson, touched by blue,
with slightly mottled skin and amber flesh,
transparently proposing by their hue
the splendor of an August morning, fresh

but ruddy, ripening toward fall.—"So sweet,
so cold," the poet said; but this one’s tart,
its sunny glow perfected in deceit,
as emulation of a cunning heart.

I eat it anyway, until the pit
alone remains, with scattered drops of juice,
such sour trophies proving nature's wit:
appearances and real in fragile truce.

I'm now feeling hungry. But I've only got apples left.

[Harry H Howgill]

Up the side of Robinson
Just a little scramble
2,000 feet of ‘sheer’ fun
Make those thighs tremble

Sheer class

[Harry H Howgill]

Blimey. Just seen the time. Early morning tomorrow so I will scarper. Thanks for tonight's company and I'll be back soon I'm sure.

night all
x

[freckle]

Blimey. Just seen the time. Early morning tomorrow so I will scarper. Thanks for tonight's company and I'll be back soon I'm sure.

night all
x

me too, night all....

[Nathaniel Lee]

Thoughts of you all.

I don't want to go fell running,
I don't want to be seen,
People will see me coming,
They will think it obscene,
Can't shift the weight,
No matter how i try,
My image i hate,
It makes me want to cry,
I don't think i'll go the anni waltz,
Embarrassed to be seen by you,
It's none of your faults,
Have a good day and all finish too.

By Herakles