Today's poet

[Harry H Howgill]

Now HHH your just being mischievous and irreverent (again!)

You know me too well.

I first thought you said "irrelevant". But that is true too.

[freckle]

Gosh, this is delicious Frecks....where do you find these? Keep them coming please.

Glad you liked it Mossy it was from a bool called "Staying Alive" an anthology...

Hey Stevie's back! welcome back Stevie some lovely choices from you today....

I am struggling to keep up tonight...feeling very tired after "racing" yesterday, but lots of nice memories to look back on...our Hes did very well! and scored with two bottles of red wine (i suspect that is why she is quiet!!!!!!!)

[freckle]

Teasing Ringed Plover
It was you I spotted on
Friday. Welcome back.

THis is so sweet Harry, lovely!

Anyhow whats all this about a hard run? has your heel fattened up now? and if so what's the magic secret to a fat heel but a slim belly?....don't tell me if it involves getting rid of snecklifter !

[freckle]

Oh I do like a bit of Mary Oliver now and then.....

Spring

Somewhere
a black bear
has just risen from sleep
and is staring
�
down the mountain.
All night
in the brisk and shallow restlessness
of early spring
�
I think of her,
her four black fists
flicking the gravel,
her tongue
�
like a red fire
touching the grass,
the cold water.
There is only one question:
�
how to love this world.
I think of her
rising
like a black and leafy ledge
�
to sharpen her claws against
the silence
of the trees.
Whatever else
�
my life is
with its poems
and its music
and its glass cities,
�
it is also this dazzling darkness
coming
down the mountain,
breathing and tasting;
�
all day I think of her -—
her white teeth,
her wordlessness,
her perfect love.

[stevefoster]

Oh I do like a bit of Mary Oliver now and then.....

Spring

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Somewhere
a black bear
has just risen from sleep
and is staring
�
down the mountain.
All night
in the brisk and shallow restlessness
of early spring
�
I think of her,
her four black fists
flicking the gravel,
her tongue
�
like a red fire
touching the grass,
the cold water.
There is only one question:
�

Where's my Snecklifter

[freckle]

Hello again, it's been a while since I was last here, and there are some names I don't even recognise.

Anyway, since spring is upon us, and everything is good, a quick attempt at a couple of verses.

Spring in my step, daylight running!
Snowdrops, crocus, primrose, daffodils
Banishing the long long winter at last.
Soon bluebells. I have been reborn.

But wait, look in the shade there -
Nettles waiting to rise and strike.
Soon bracken will unfurl noxious ferns,
Cow parsley rising again to crowd the path.

Tangling bramble and dog mercury in the forest.
Crops rising in fields to scratch my legs.
Picnickers spoiling the peace and quiet.
Oh I can't wait for Autumn...

I don't really mean it! It's just that sooner or later, in mid summer, probably when it's raining and the nettles are drooping across the paths and stinging hard, I just long for the empty landscape of winter. Terrible really, to wish my life away like that. But spring is great, and it's also good to catch up with what's happening on the poetry forum.

Steve

I need to pay more attention today! just noticed you wrote this! I like it very much and I think it reveals the plath within you!

[stevefoster]

Good Morning, It Is Spring


It's brisk enough to make me glad I brought a jacket,
But warmer than it has been.
A piece of my head I lost
Found it's way back home again.
Breathing in slowly is a pleasant feeling,
As my chest rises and falls.
I no longer wonder whether the past influences the future,
Or the future influences the past.
Time bends itself to do all.
And while this lofty concept distresses me to think upon it,
I am at peace not understanding this greater truth.
I feel somewhat more grounded,
My thoughts are less aloof.
No more am I dependent on conventional thought,
And while it used to conceive an inner duplicity
(That with itself once fought) ,
No more do I writhe with cold sweat or twitch with nerves.
I've found that self-realization precedes self-actualization,
And is the essence of what I've learned.

Benjamin Feliciano

[freckle]

Where's my Snecklifter

does that mean that you have indeed perfected the fine art merry? or worked out the elusive calculation....

If X= optimal weight and Y= sneckliftering and F= fell running, complete the following equation......

(Y x 5) + (F x 10) = X

what mileage should F be overall?

think I should go to bed now.........OVERTIRED.......

[stevefoster]

does that mean that you have indeed perfected the fine art merry? or worked out the elusive calculation....

If X= optimal weight and Y= sneckliftering and F= fell running, complete the following equation......

(Y x 5) + (F x 10) = X

what mileage should F be overall?

think I should go to bed now.........OVERTIRED.......

(Y x 5) before (F x 10) would result in X's for eyes which would equal 0 mileage or F all

[stevefoster]

Alzebra was never my strongpoint
Goodnight freckle