That's lovely Einar...an open fire oooh I wish! Makes me feel all cosy reading that!Originally Posted by Einar
That's lovely Einar...an open fire oooh I wish! Makes me feel all cosy reading that!
You can't beat a real fire MG!
Loving the avatar DT, that guy was a legend... 6 times married! wot stamina! and not a bad actor to boot! a sad loss!
i am envous as i read your haiku, which is excellent! ...i still have a horrible knee injury and so am a mostly swimming as opposed to running sun spot at present! ...
anyhoo I heard JB read this poem on the poetry archive recently...
"Youth and Age on Beaulieu River, Hants"
Early sun on Beaulieu water
Lights the undersides of oaks,
Clumps of leaves it floods and blanches,
All transparent glow the branches
Which the double sunlight soaks;
To her craft on Beaulieu water
Clemency the General's daughter
Pulls across with even strokes.
Schoolboy-sure she is this morning;
Soon her sharpie's rigg'd and free.
Cool beneath a garden awning
Mrs. Fairclough, sipping tea
And raising large long-distance glasses
As the little sharpie passes,
Sighs our sailor girl to see:
Tulip figure, so appealing,
Oval face, so serious-eyed,
Tree-roots pass'd and muddy beaches.
On to huge and lake-like reaches,
Soft and sun-warm, see her glide -
Slacks the slim young limbs revealing,
Sun-brown arm the tiller feeling -
With the wind and with the tide.
Evening light will bring the water,
Day-long sun will burst the bud,
Clemency, the General's daughter,
Will return upon the flood.
But the older woman only
Knows the ebb-tide leaves her lonely
With the shining fields of mud.
I really recommend listening to JB tell the stoy behind the poem and read it here...amazing voice...
http://www.poetryarchive.org/poetrya...do?poemId=1538
ps i would so love to be a tulip...alas I am an apple!
Last edited by freckle; 30-09-2010 at 10:53 PM.
Thanks for this Freckle, I love John Betjeman and this is a lovely one. It has thoroughly cheered my evening. I love hearing him read too. I have a great cd wih his poems set to music called 'Banana Blush'.x
Glad you enjoyed it sweetheart and hoping you are well xxx
Sorry to hear about your poorly knee freckle. Hope you're on the mend soon
October
O hushed October morning mild,
Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;
Tomorrow's wind, if it be wild,
Should waste them all.
The crows above the forest call;
Tomorrow they may form and go.
O hushed October morning mild,
Begin the hours of this day slow.
Make the day seem to us less brief.
Hearts not averse to being beguiled,
Beguile us in the way you know.
Release one leaf at break of day;
At noon release another leaf;
One from our trees, one far away.
Retard the sun with gentle mist;
Enchant the land with amethyst.
Slow, slow!
For the grapes' sake, if the were all,
Whose elaves already are burnt with frost,
Whose clustered fruit must else be lost--
For the grapes' sake along the all
Robert Frost
WOMAN'S POEM
Before I lay me down to sleep,
I pray for a man, who's not a creep,
One who's handsome, smart and strong.
One who loves to listen long,
One who thinks before he speaks,
One who'll call, not wait for weeks.
I pray he's gainfully employed,
When I spend his cash, won't be annoyed.
Pulls out my chair and opens my door,
Massages my back and begs to do more.
Oh! Send me a man, who'll make love to my mind,
Knows what to answer to "how big is my behind?"
I pray that this man will love me to no end,
And always be my very best friend.
MAN'S POEM
I pray for a deaf-mute nymphomaniac with huge boobs Who owns a liquor store and a golf course. This doesn't rhyme and I don't give a crap.
Shamefully stolen by me from the internet. By the way, as a man I have to say that I no interest in liquor stores or frigging golf...
Ha ha...
I pray for a man…
No hold on, I’m an atheist…
I wish for a man who’s not mad,
I wish for a man who’s not bad
I’d like to meet a guy
Without a roving eye
And one who won’t leave me so sad
I wish for a man who will talk
Who’d enjoy a long rambling walk
It would be much funner
If he was a keen runner
And women he would never stalk
A bloke that likes a good laugh
Who’s glass is near full at the half
Who treats me with care
Looks good when he’s bare
And wants me to share his hot bath.
Then again…you can never underestimate the company of a nice dog!
Eden Rock
They are waiting for me somewhere beyond Eden Rock:
My father, twenty-five, in the same suit
Of Genuine Irish Tweed, his terrier Jack
Still two years old and trembling at his feet.
My mother, twenty-three, in a sprigged dress
Drawn at the waist, ribbon in her straw hat,
Has spread the stiff white cloth over the grass.
Her hair, the colour of wheat, takes on the light.
She pours tea from a Thermos, the milk straight
From an old H.P. sauce-bottle, a screw
Of paper for a cork; slowly sets out
The same three plates, the tin cups painted blue.
The sky whitens as if lit by three suns.
My mother shades her eyes and looks my way
Over the drifted stream. My father spins
A stone along the water. Leisurely,
They beckon to me from the other bank.
I hear them call, "See where the stream-path is!
Crossing is not as hard as you might think."
I had not thought that it would be like this.
Charles Causley
this is very enigmatic and lovely Alf...thank you for posting...i really like your new signature too :-)
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