Today's poet

[Mossdog]

Out running the other day,
Winter seems to beginning it's slow decay,
What a pleasure to witness the ice melt away,
Running through the trees,
I felt like a king,
Running into the Spring

Nice one Fleeter Thanks

[Alf]

Another poem by that Rochdale lad Lord Byron

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!

Lord Byron

[Alf]

from 0:35 is one of my fave all time movie clips EVER! diane keaton is so cute in this film i could marry her! the definition of ditzy and an appalling driver (whilst in love!) shame the clip doesn't extend to the driving bit!.....anyhoo i like this look she has got going on must try it sometime!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KFCe1...eature=related

thank you alf
you reminded me
of something extremely
fun neeeeeee!

poor excuse for poetry i know!|

I love this scene too

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eb517cREJKk

[Harry H Howgill]

Evening all,

Just back after a fabulous week at Centre Parcs with the family. What a brilliant place. I've enjoyed catching up on the thread tonight, especially the worm-related poems. It's great how things strayed that way this week.

Closet composter
Feeds little wormy friends with
veggie leftovers

ps - I caught Bradley Wigging reading that poem too, but I've not been able to find it on line.

[freckle]

I love this scene too

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eb517cREJKk

thats class! made me laugh out loud (even more this time!) gotta get it out soon, i also love sleeper, bloody hilarious! anyway I am going to post some poetry soon (honest!!!)

welcome home harry!!!!!!!!!!!!

glad you had a fun time, its good to have you back!

[freckle]

Well, its friday night and I note an absence of lovey duvvy stuff ( i'll rectify that soon!)...but before i do, here is ol misery guts himself (imagine the dark, low, monotone voice), with a poem I find extremely moving....


How Could I have doubted
Leonard Cohen

I stopped looking for you
I stopped waiting for you
I stopped dying for you
and I started dying for myself
I aged rapidly
I became fat in the face
and soft in the gut
and I forgot that I’d ever loved you
I was old
I had no focus, no mission
I wandered around eating and buying
bigger and bigger clothes
and I forgot why I hated
every long moment that was mine to fill
Why did you come back to me tonight
I can’t even get off this chair
Tears run down my cheeks
I am in love again
I can live like this

[Nathaniel Lee]

Hello my name is Max {woof woof}.

[freckle]

Right I'll post this and be quiet for a bit i think (is this possible i ask myself?)......

I remember the good ol days when Friday nights on this thread = Pablo Neruda, when romance seeped through every post like sap rising in a spring daffodil.............................sigh

anyone remember this particular offering?

Morning
Naked you are simple as one of your hands;
Smooth, earthy, small, transparent, round.
You've moon-lines, apple pathways
Naked you are slender as a naked grain of wheat.

Naked you are blue as a night in Cuba;
You've vines and stars in your hair.
Naked you are spacious and yellow
As summer in a golden church.

Naked you are tiny as one of your nails;
Curved, subtle, rosy, till the day is born
And you withdraw to the underground world.

As if down a long tunnel of clothing and of chores;
Your clear light dims, gets dressed, drops its leaves,
And becomes a naked hand again.

[Derby Tup]

Hand

Away from you, I hold hands with the air,
your imagined, untouchable hand. Not there,
your fingers braid with mine as I walk.
Far away in my heart, you start to talk.

I squeeze the air, kicking the auburn leaves,
everything suddenly gold. I half believe
your hand is holding mine, the way
it would if you were here. What do you say

in my heart? I bend my head to listen, then feel
your hand reach out and stroke my hair, as real
as the wind caressing the fretful trees above.
Now I can hear you clearly, speaking of love.

Carol Ann Duffy

[Derby Tup]

Evening freckle. I nearly posted this mid-morning today!

Right I'll post this and be quiet for a bit i think (is this possible i ask myself?)......

I remember the good ol days when Friday nights on this thread = Pablo Neruda, when romance seeped through every post like sap rising in a spring daffodil.............................sigh

anyone remember this particular offering?

Morning
Naked you are simple as one of your hands;
Smooth, earthy, small, transparent, round.
You've moon-lines, apple pathways
Naked you are slender as a naked grain of wheat.

Naked you are blue as a night in Cuba;
You've vines and stars in your hair.
Naked you are spacious and yellow
As summer in a golden church.

Naked you are tiny as one of your nails;
Curved, subtle, rosy, till the day is born
And you withdraw to the underground world.

As if down a long tunnel of clothing and of chores;
Your clear light dims, gets dressed, drops its leaves,
And becomes a naked hand again.