Today's poet

[Alf]

Love that neruda mossy...no one wants to be forgotten in matters of the heart...........

on a different note, my six year old daughter has taken an interest in writing poetry and i promised her i would post this her latest bit of work tonight....she was quite excited by the prospect bless her...nowt like a bit of nepotism eh?

A star
by Sophie

My world is like an ant and a pig
Some things are small and some things are big
In night I shimmer, sparkle and gleam
meanwhile children snore and dream
I am surrounded by planets, stars and the gloomy moon
and down in the street there is a doom.


think i can see a bit of a plath influence there!

Talent runs right through that family
Well done mini freckle aka Sophie

[Alf]

Ode To The Joys of Fell Running

Running the fells can be great joy and delight
especially when horizonal rain blurs the sight
When there's nowt on the telly and t' pubs are closed
it's run headlong up that hill and follow ya nose

I adore that sense of sweat sticking to my face
the burning sinews as I hurriedly quicken the pace
the salt shadows left around forehead and my eyes
and multitude of chasing blue-bottled flies

Ignoring the dip that my weaker spirits betray
when a big bugger of a hill rears up in my way
when I'm well lost on route and a jolly walker appears
I smile and look cheery and bury my loathsome fears

Jumping through heather and skipping atop the bog
it rite brillaint when God turns on the peasouper flippin fog
And to return to the car all covered in lovely fell shite
to discover the keys are are nowhere in ruddy sight....

Tripping over tussocks and plodding through peat
Desperately trying to stay on two feet
Bowing my head to the local god on the climb
While trying to remember its all in the mind.

And the best bit of fell running
for me, has to be....
the pleasantly aching legs afterwards
Oh...and a nice cup of tea!

Twisting of the ankles and scarring of the calves
if ya wanna be a fell runner don't do stuff by halves
Scrambling up Hellvelyn and sliding down the Swirral
in winter it's a gas which do at you own peril....


All comers welcome.....more additions?

Coming along nicely that Mossy although I think I might have peaked on my contribution

[freckle]

Warburtons crumpets
toasted, topped with Wensleydale
golden, bubbling



Hey and another well done to Sophie!

I loved this but now unfortunately I have a craving for crumpets! :w00t:
I will pass on the compliments to wor sophe alf and tupster x

[freckle]

Dog Star

We are not one but two,
Not many people know that.
Separated by a mere 49.9 years
The logical refer to us a binary system
While star crossed lovers project their desire for merger
We just like to hang out,
orbiting around each other, at a comfortable distance
respecting our respective rights to individuality
and making the most of our luminosity while we've still "got it"
And hey 230 million years together ain’t bad going is it?
But watch this space
Here today, red giant tomorrow.

[Alf]

Dog Star

We are not one but two,
Not many people know that.
Separated by a mere 49.9 years
The logical refer to us a binary system
While star crossed lovers project their desire for merger
We just like to hang out,
orbiting around each other, at a comfortable distance
respecting our respective rights to individuality
and making the most of our luminosity while we've still "got it"
And hey 230 million years together ain’t bad going is it?
But watch this space
Here today, red giant tomorrow.

That's excellent freckle


Pluto

Now you are just a rock in space.
You used to be a planet.
You used to be a contender.
Along with the other eight planets
you filled peoples heads
with awe and wonder
and now you are just a rock
But I haven't forgotten you.

[Lola]

Goodbyes are not forever
Goodbyes are not the end
They simply mean I'll miss you
Until we meet again.

XX

[freckle]

That's excellent freckle


Pluto

Now you are just a rock in space.
You used to be a planet.
You used to be a contender.
Along with the other eight planets
you filled peoples heads
with awe and wonder
and now you are just a rock
But I haven't forgotten you.

Oooooo now I do like that Alf..........especially the last line........all this sympathy for the stars must be something in the air...........

hello Lola! nice little verse there

Well...I am having a girls night in with a couple of friends, rissotto, wine and chattering children in the background.....might be a poem in there somewhere....have a nice night all x

now here is one sassy laydee................

Phenomenal Woman

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman

Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Maya Angelou

[freckle]

off camping for two days ...hope i can construct the tent!

A Dream


Once a dream did weave a shade
O'er my angel-guarded bed,
That an emmet lost its way
Where on grass me thought I lay.

Troubled, wildered, and forlorn,
Dark, benighted, travel-worn,
Over many a tangle spray,
All heart-broke, I heard her say:

'Oh my children! do they cry,
Do they hear their father sigh?
Now they look abroad to see,
Now return and weep for me.'

Pitying, I dropped a tear:
But I saw a glow-worm near,
Who replied, 'What wailing wight
Calls the watchman of the night?

'I am set to light the ground,
While the beetle goes his round:
Follow now the beetle's hum;
Little wanderer, hie thee home!'

William Blake

[Harry H Howgill]

Just came across this Haiku / World Cup page. Looks interesting but haven't had chance for a close look yet.

http://haikuworldcup.blogspot.com/

[Harry H Howgill]

Another good link too... Haiku of birds.

http://www.wingbeats.co.uk/index.html