Today's poet

[Mountain Goatess]

Certainly not offensive Frecks! Ooh la la! xxx

Lord above.....

Why my poem is merely a little ink blot
Within it you may spot
Whatever your heart so desires

As Don Paterson once said the best poems are slightly vague and leave a great deal of scope for interpretation! anyhow I do hope nothing that I have written causes offence but I plead artistic licence (and imagination) :wink:

[freckle]

Certainly not offensive Frecks! Ooh la la! xxx

Phew!

[Alf]

Lord above.....

Why my poem is merely a little ink blot
Within it you may spot
Whatever your heart so desires

As Don Paterson once said the best poems are slightly vague and leave a great deal of scope for interpretation! anyhow I do hope nothing that I have written causes offence but I plead artistic licence (and imagination) :wink:

Gruyere, cheddar, emmental,
none of them hits the spot
but Le raclette gets
to the parts of freckle
that other cheeses do not!

[Mountain Goatess]

Made me laugh...thanks for that Alf...good stuff that Raclette!!! :w00t:

Gruyere, cheddar, emmental,
none of them hits the spot
but Le raclette gets
to the parts of freckle
that other cheeses do not!

[freckle]

Gruyere, cheddar, emmental,
none of them hits the spot
but Le raclette gets
to the parts of freckle
that other cheeses do not!

He he he! this is great reminds me of the "biscuit porn" phase on the thread way back....any other rude verse about cheese?

[Alf]

The Ghost

I went back to the clanging city,
I went back where my old loves stayed,
But my heart was full of my new love's glory,
My eyes were laughing and unafraid.

I met one who had loved me madly
And told his love for all to hear --
But we talked of a thousand things together,
The past was buried too deep to fear.

I met the other, whose love was given
With never a kiss and scarcely a word --
Oh, it was then the terror took me
Of words unuttered that breathed and stirred.

Oh, love that lives its life with laughter
Or love that lives its life with tears
Can die -- but love that is never spoken
Goes like a ghost through the winding years. . . .

I went back to the clanging city,
I went back where my old loves stayed,
My heart was full of my new love's glory, --
But my eyes were suddenly afraid.


Sara Teasdale

[dominion]

He he he! this is great reminds me of the "biscuit porn" phase on the thread way back....any other rude verse about cheese?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SglPhP27u8k

[freckle]

The Ghost

I went back to the clanging city,
I went back where my old loves stayed,
But my heart was full of my new love's glory,
My eyes were laughing and unafraid.

I met one who had loved me madly
And told his love for all to hear --
But we talked of a thousand things together,
The past was buried too deep to fear.

I met the other, whose love was given
With never a kiss and scarcely a word --
Oh, it was then the terror took me
Of words unuttered that breathed and stirred.

Oh, love that lives its life with laughter
Or love that lives its life with tears
Can die -- but love that is never spoken
Goes like a ghost through the winding years. . . .

I went back to the clanging city,
I went back where my old loves stayed,
My heart was full of my new love's glory, --
But my eyes were suddenly afraid.


Sara Teasdale

Yes that Sara Teasdale is a classy chic...bet ya she doesn't write cheesy poems....boom boom (as basil brush once said)

[freckle]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SglPhP27u8k

nice one dom!!!!!!

[stevefoster]

Open day at secondary school
Excited, nervous little boy
10 years gone so quick