Today's poet

[Nathaniel Lee]

Inside.

Voices drown me out,
A cacophony of pain and self harm,
Visions cut through my sight,
Leaving a trail of blood,
Keep trying to remain on top,
But oh so very tired,
Each day harder than the last,
I need to free these shackles,
So i can sleep a righteous sleep,
No more pain.

By Leonidas.

[freckle]

I've loved DT's latest haiku. So good to see you on form Mr. Tup.

roadside scurrying
a spiny ball on tiptoes
the hedgehog crosses

i like this its kinda cute! :-)

[freckle]

Inside.

Voices drown me out,
A cacophony of pain and self harm,
Visions cut through my sight,
Leaving a trail of blood,
Keep trying to remain on top,
But oh so very tired,
Each day harder than the last,
I need to free these shackles,
So i can sleep a righteous sleep,
No more pain.

By Leonidas.

Good use if the word cacophony....are you still up for dufton, we have reserved a place around the campfire for you!

[Harry H Howgill]

I've loved DT's latest haiku. So good to see you on form Mr. Tup.

roadside scurrying
a spiny ball on tiptoes
the hedgehog crosses

That's a lovely image.

It reminded me of the hedgehog on here...


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7AHvz...eature=related

This is a brilliant programme to watch with the subtitles on, (just in case you were wondering!) They have gone to great effort adding "baas", "moos", and "quacks" in all the right places. My favourite is the owl who either says "hoot", "hooot" or "hoooooooot"

The things you miss out on if you haven't got a telly! ;-)

[Harry H Howgill]

Morning all !

A Fairy Song


Over hill, over dale,
Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Over park, over pale,
Thorough flood, thorough fire!
I do wander everywhere,
Swifter than the moon's sphere;
And I serve the Fairy Queen,
To dew her orbs upon the green;
The cowslips tall her pensioners be;
In their gold coats spots you see;
Those be rubies, fairy favours;
In those freckles live their savours;
I must go seek some dewdrops here,
And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.

William Shakespeare

I've always struggled with Shakespeare, but lines like that make me want to give him another look. A great pick.

[Harry H Howgill]

Sonnet LXXVII

So oft have I invoked thee for my Muse
And found such fair assistance in my verse
As every alien pen hath got my use
And under thee their poesy disperse.
Thine eyes that taught the dumb on high to sing
And heavy ignorance aloft to fly
Have added feathers to the learned's wing
And given grace a double majesty.
Yet be most proud of that which I compile,
Whose influence is thine and born of thee:
In others' works thou dost but mend the style,
And arts with thy sweet graces graced be;
But thou art all my art and dost advance
As high as learning my rude ignorance.

William Shakespeare

[Nathaniel Lee]

Yeah, I am still up for it. Where are we having our campfire and where are we putting our tents ?.

[mr brightside]

Freckle, you need to make some space in your inbox please so i can PM you to tell you i'm not in for the Dufton gig just yet I'll try again later.

[Alf]

Morning all !

A Fairy Song


Over hill, over dale,
Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Over park, over pale,
Thorough flood, thorough fire!
I do wander everywhere,
Swifter than the moon's sphere;
And I serve the Fairy Queen,
To dew her orbs upon the green;
The cowslips tall her pensioners be;
In their gold coats spots you see;
Those be rubies, fairy favours;
In those freckles live their savours;
I must go seek some dewdrops here,
And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.

William Shakespeare

Nice to have a bit of Shakespeare on the thread again freckle........Robin Goodfellow ?

[Alf]

Sonnet LXXVII

So oft have I invoked thee for my Muse
And found such fair assistance in my verse
As every alien pen hath got my use
And under thee their poesy disperse.
Thine eyes that taught the dumb on high to sing
And heavy ignorance aloft to fly
Have added feathers to the learned's wing
And given grace a double majesty.
Yet be most proud of that which I compile,
Whose influence is thine and born of thee:
In others' works thou dost but mend the style,
And arts with thy sweet graces graced be;
But thou art all my art and dost advance
As high as learning my rude ignorance.

William Shakespeare

....and there's more, a good night for the bard. Thanks for posting folks