Today's poet

[Alf]

well top of the morning to ya all!....

i am still half asleep as i get ready for a run....always thought yeats was a bit dreamy.....

he remembers forgotten beauty
wb yeats

When my arms wrap you round I press
My heart upon the loveliness
That has long faded from the world;
The jewelled crowns that kings have hurled
In shadowy pools, when armies fled;
The love-tales wrought with silken thread
By dreaming ladies upon cloth
That has made fat the murderous moth;
The roses that of old time were
Woven by ladies in their hair,
The dew-cold lilies ladies bore
Through many a sacred corridor
Where such grey clouds of incense rose
That only God's eyes did not close:
For that pale breast and lingering hand
Come from a more dream-heavy land,
A more dream-heavy hour than this;
And when you sigh from kiss to kiss
I hear white Beauty sighing, too,
For hours when all must fade like dew.
But flame on flame, and deep on deep,
Throne over throne where in half sleep,
Their swords upon their iron knees,
Brood her high lonely mysteries.

Beautiful poem freckle Good choice

[southernsoftie]

A cake-u for your delectation...

http://cakewrecks.blogspot.com/2010/...-you-deer.html

[Stef F]

This it truly lovely Freckle...reading it has helped lighten a rotten morning. Thanks for sharing.

well top of the morning to ya all!....

i am still half asleep as i get ready for a run....always thought yeats was a bit dreamy.....

he remembers forgotten beauty
wb yeats

When my arms wrap you round I press
My heart upon the loveliness
That has long faded from the world;
The jewelled crowns that kings have hurled
In shadowy pools, when armies fled;
The love-tales wrought with silken thread
By dreaming ladies upon cloth
That has made fat the murderous moth;
The roses that of old time were
Woven by ladies in their hair,
The dew-cold lilies ladies bore
Through many a sacred corridor
Where such grey clouds of incense rose
That only God's eyes did not close:
For that pale breast and lingering hand
Come from a more dream-heavy land,
A more dream-heavy hour than this;
And when you sigh from kiss to kiss
I hear white Beauty sighing, too,
For hours when all must fade like dew.
But flame on flame, and deep on deep,
Throne over throne where in half sleep,
Their swords upon their iron knees,
Brood her high lonely mysteries.

[Alf]

Some great choices last night. The Angelou (I thought Freckle had written it for a while until I spotted her comment later) was very thought provoking and Anne Michaels is one of my favourite poets. Got to collect a few spring poems together for after-school club. I am getting the kids to make books illustrating the poems.

Not in a hurry
to blossom -
plum tree at my gate.

Issa

I thought her name was familiar (Anne Michaels) but I couldn't place her and today I opened up 'Born to Run' by Chris McDougall that my daughter had given me for my birthday last week. There's a quote there at the head of Chapter 1 by her "To live with ghosts requires solitude" from her book 'Fugitive Pieces' and thats where I remembered her name from as I read Fugitive Pieces when it first came out nearly 15 years ago. Great book but not an easy read

What comes around goes around eh? All these little connections we create in our lives that occasionally cross now and then.

[Stef F]

I've has an especially rotten day today and now feel like I might be coming down with something....does anyone have any cheer up poetry to offer please?

On the positive side we had a great thunder storm with very heavy rain. Those are always a bit of a treat.

Stef

[N-dubya]

I've has an especially rotten day today and now feel like I might be coming down with something....does anyone have any cheer up poetry to offer please?

On the positive side we had a great thunder storm with very heavy rain. Those are always a bit of a treat.

Stef

This is my latest offering adapted from that great world war poet Baldrick

Rain, rain rain, rain! rain, rain..........

[Nathaniel Lee]

Stefs Cheer up Poetry.

Oh Stef we want you happy,
So put on a happy face,
Some funny rhyming poetry,
To bring joy to your place.

Have you ever seen an elephant,
Oh so much bigger than you,
Be careful not to stand behind,
You might get covered in poo.

And when jumping back down the hill,
Break neck speed from the top,
Watch where you put your feet,
You might just land in plop.

By Herakles.

[Stef F]

This is my latest offering adapted from that great world war poet Baldrick

Rain, rain rain, rain! rain, rain..........

What I needed was
a canoe not a bike for
my soggy trip home!

[Stef F]

Stefs Cheer up Poetry.

Oh Stef we want you happy,
So put on a happy face,
Some funny rhyming poetry,
To bring joy to your place.

Have you ever seen an elephant,
Oh so much bigger than you,
Be careful not to stand behind,
You might get covered in poo.

And when jumping back down the hill,
Break neck speed from the top,
Watch where you put your feet,
You might just land in plop.

By Herakles.

Have you ever seen an elephant
with a long face?
it's not very pretty
and it's here at my place

I stood right behind it
quite blind to the chance
It might empty it's guts
All over my stance!

[Derby Tup]

While traipsing through the storms and gales,
Stef F was dreaming of a move to the Dales,
The cold and wet was a pain,
It was all wind and heavy rain,
What she really needed was a boat with sails!