Today's poet

[Derby Tup]

staying with brother
alarm set for six am
fearing very worst

[stevefoster]

staying with brother
alarm set for six am
fearing very worst

Brother sneakily set alarm for five am?

[Derby Tup]

Brother sneakily set alarm for five am?

Get well soon merrylegs. Take care mate!

[Hes]

Hey fellah, you all trying to steal my charge?
Cos if so, I'll measure you yard for yard!
So stop all yowl posh literary ways
cos you oughta know she in a rapping phase.

Now I don't wanna hear no knighty-knight stuff
or dis' poem-bash could turn out rough.
Now Little-ol Queen Freckle she's real feisty
She don't need no lyrics, nicey-nicey.

So less of dat 'good and pure'
for this empty threads that's no cure,
cos that's way's to boring, clean and nice
You gotta get with the anti-christ.

Now that is extremely funny! Cheers Mossdog.

[Hes]

Shivers, sweating, coughing, wheezing
Pneumonia like symptoms, deffo no running
A week of crap, but no smoking

This could be the best worst man-flu i've ever had

Awww....poor you, sounds horrible. Get well soon!

[Derby Tup]

The Horses

I climbed through woods in the hour-before-dawn dark.
Evil air, a frost-making stillness,
Not a leaf, not a bird-
A world cast in frost. I came out above the wood
Where my breath left tortuous statues in the iron light.
But the valleys were draining the darkness
Till the moorline – blackening dregs of the brightening grey –
Halved the sky ahead. And I saw the horses:
Huge in the dense grey –ten together –
Megalith-still. They breathed, making no move,
With draped manes and tilted hind-hooves,
Making no sound.
I passed: not one snorted or jerked its head.
Grey silent fragments
Of a grey still world.
I listened in emptiness on the moor-ridge.
The curlew’s tear turned its edge on the silence.
Slowly detail leafed from the darkness. Then the sun
Orange, red, red erupted
Silently, and splitting to its core tore and flung cloud,
Shook the gulf open, showed blue,
And the big planets hanging –
I turned
Stumbling in a fever of a dream, down towards
The dark woods, from the kindling tops,
And came the horses.
There, still they stood,
But now steaming, and glistening under the flow of light,
Their draped stone manes, their tilted hind-hooves
Stirring under a thaw while all around them
The frost showed its fires. But still they made no sound.
Not one snorted or stamped,
Their hung heads patient as the horizons,
High over valleys, in the red levelling rays –
In din of the crowded streets, going among the years, the faces,
May I still meet my memory in so lonely a place
Between the streams and the red clouds, hearing curlews,
Hearing the horizons endure

Ted Hughes

[Nathaniel Lee]

Don't Diss The Demi-God.

Now then Mossdog you're tryin to diss me,
I can't believe your weak literacy,
I'm a demi-god from ancient greece,
Your a smelly dog with a shaggy fleece.

You know all the ladies love me the most,
All you do is pee up a lamp post,
So give in now to the superior rap,
And make sure you take a baggy when you do a crap.

Oh i know, yes i know that my rap is best,
All you sucker fell runner mc's put me to the test,
As i've proven with Mossdog you will see that you weak,
No one on here can break my streak.

So Freckle you have seen now who is best,
Mossdog can go get his leash instead of being a pest,
I defeated him with consumate ease,
You'll never find another rapper like Herakles.

By Herakles.

[N-dubya]

to mc's Herakles and mossdog

Just put a donk on it!

[Derby Tup]

MC Mossy is the original big dog around here

[N-dubya]

Uncle Jim

I only knew him as an old man,
in old, worn out suits and overcoats.
He had spent the worst part of his
life working down the pit. In the
end it was the dust that had him.

I only knew him as an old man,
who kept peardrops in the pockets
of his overcoats, who had spent the
best part of his life down the pub,
supping all day at halfpints.

I only really knew him as an old
man who waited beside a lampost, to
give me peardrops from the pockets
of his overcoat which were always
covered in lint.