Today's poet

[Harry H Howgill]

Wharfedale little owl
diminutive diurnal
long time favourite!

That is the best middle line I think we've ever had.

Now where is my dictionary?

[freckle]

Passion dreams.

If only you could read my mind,
You would see how much you touch me,
I would be an open book if only you would ask,
It's all i can do to restrain myself,
To ply you with sonnets and soliloquies,
My nights are full of lucid dreams,
Your beautiful soul enchanting me,
I feel 18 again glad to be alive,
If only you knew.

By Herakles.

This is sweet, nice one herakles

[Harry H Howgill]

Mmmm funny that you should mention decorating I have just been browsing the internet looking at self build houses, well a girl can dream?

Do you mean like this. Not your style I know, but the concept is there...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8fWI-Q7R2EE

[freckle]

That is the best middle line I think we've ever had.

Now where is my dictionary?

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chronotype

i am STILL confused, DT explain yersel!!!!!!!!

[freckle]

Do you mean like this. Not your style I know, but the concept is there...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8fWI-Q7R2EE

thats soooooo funny!

[Derby Tup]

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chronotype

i am STILL confused, DT explain yersel!!!!!!!!

Sorry if it was a bit crytic Diurnal can mean awake in the day as well as night and little owls (which are only about the size of a jam jar ), are the least nocturnal of our common owls

[Harry H Howgill]

By the way, I've had some interest from two more local papers about the Armitage gig, along with the guy who does the Guardian Country Diary. He was just as fascinated by the FPS mind you.

[freckle]

thanks DT thats made things clearer! lovely haiku as ever!

Here's a nice poem by Mary Oliver called Sleeping in the Forest, I really like her stuff....

I thought the earth remembered me,
she took me back so tenderly,
arranging her dark skirts,
her pocketsfull of lichens and seeds.

I slept as never before,
a stone on the river bed,
nothing between me and the white fire of the stars
but my thoughts, and they floated light as moths
among the branches of the perfect trees.

All night I heard the small kingdoms
breathing around me, the insects,
and the birds who do their work in the darkness.
All night I rose and fell, as if in water,
grappling with a luminous doom.

By morning
I had vanished at least a dozen times
into something better.

[freckle]

By the way, I've had some interest from two more local papers about the Armitage gig, along with the guy who does the Guardian Country Diary. He was just as fascinated by the FPS mind you.

The Guardian Country Diary?.....Ooooooooooo

this springs to mind.....

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eS44KtUh22g

(only joking, i am pathologically shy in real life!!!!!!!......honest!)

[Harry H Howgill]

thanks DT thats made things clearer! lovely haiku as ever!

Here's a nice poem by Mary Oliver called Sleeping in the Forest, I really like her stuff....

I thought the earth remembered me,
she took me back so tenderly,
arranging her dark skirts,
her pocketsfull of lichens and seeds.

I slept as never before,
a stone on the river bed,
nothing between me and the white fire of the stars
but my thoughts, and they floated light as moths
among the branches of the perfect trees.

All night I heard the small kingdoms
breathing around me, the insects,
and the birds who do their work in the darkness.
All night I rose and fell, as if in water,
grappling with a luminous doom.

By morning
I had vanished at least a dozen times
into something better.

Fantastic imagery.

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