Today's poet

[Derby Tup]

In my sky at twilight

In my sky at twilight you are like a cloud
and your form and colour are the way I love them.
You are mine, mine, woman with sweet lips
and in your life my infinite dreams live.

The lamp of my soul dyes your feet,
the sour wine is sweeter on your lips,
oh reaper of my evening song,
how solitary dreams believe you to be mine!

You are mine, mine, I go shouting it to the afternoon's
wind, and the wind hauls on my widowed voice.
Huntress of the depth of my eyes, your plunder
stills your nocturnal regard as though it were water.

You are taken in the net of my music, my love,
and my nets of music are wide as the sky.
My soul is born on the shore of your eyes of mourning.
In your eyes of mourning the land of dreams begin.

Pablo Neruda

[Alf]

I found this; thought you might like it

Souls And Rain-Drops by Sidney Lanier

Light rain-drops fall and wrinkle the sea,
Then vanish, and die utterly.
One would not know that rain-drops fell
If the round sea-wrinkles did not tell.

So souls come down and wrinkle life
And vanish in the flesh-sea strife.
One might not know that souls had place
Were't not for the wrinkles in life's face.

That is an excellent poem. Good choice Stef

[Alf]

In Flanders Field

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

John McCrae

It wouldn't be Armistice day without that poem MG

[Alf]

The lads in their hundreds (from A Shropshire Lad)


THE LADS in their hundreds to Ludlow come in for the fair,
There’s men from the barn and the forge and the mill and the fold,
The lads for the girls and the lads for the liquor are there,
And there with the rest are the lads that will never be old.

There’s chaps from the town and the field and the till and the cart,
And many to count are the stalwart, and many the brave,
And many the handsome of face and the handsome of heart,
And few that will carry their looks or their truth to the grave.

I wish one could know them, I wish there were tokens to tell
The fortunate fellows that now you can never discern;
And then one could talk with them friendly and wish them farewell
And watch them depart on the way that they will not return.

But now you may stare as you like and there’s nothing to scan;
And brushing your elbow unguessed-at and not to be told
They carry back bright to the coiner the mintage of man,
The lads that will die in their glory and never be old.

A.E. Housman

[Nathaniel Lee]

Food for thought.

Philosophy is wonderful,
Or maybe it is not,
Cogito ergo sum,
What i think is not a lot,
My examined life full of strife,
When Socrates passes my lips,
Philosophy makes me hungry,
I'll have a Plato chips.

Leonidas.

[Nee Bother]

Eleventh Hour?

Time
pause, reflect,
Thoughts
friends, foe?
War
pain ,hurt,
Dark
cold suffering.
Remember
brother, son.
Poppies
red, white?
Peace
one day.

NB.

[freckle]

Eleventh Hour?

Time
pause, reflect,
Thoughts
friends, foe?
War
pain ,hurt,
Dark
cold suffering.
Remember
brother, son.
Poppies
red, white?
Peace
one day.

NB.

A really lovely, original piece of work here Nee Bother...I really like the way you have constructed it, it took my back to my drive into work this morning and the eeriness of the two minute silence on the radio

[freckle]

Food for thought.

Philosophy is wonderful,
Or maybe it is not,
Cogito ergo sum,
What i think is not a lot,
My examined life full of strife,
When Socrates passes my lips,
Philosophy makes me hungry,
I'll have a Plato chips.

Leonidas.

Nice one Matt, clever play on words!

[Nee Bother]

A really lovely, original piece of work here Nee Bother...I really like the way you have constructed it, it took my back to my drive into work this morning and the eeriness of the two minute silence on the radio

Thank you, I was quite moved this morning at work in a busy builders merchant when everyone suddenly went quiet for a couple of minutes, then, without any comments we all started chuntering away again as though nothing had happened....strange!!

[freckle]

Thank you, I was quite moved this morning at work in a busy builders merchant when everyone suddenly went quiet for a couple of minutes, then, without any comments we all started chuntering away again as though nothing had happened....strange!!

i know...strange yet somehow reassuring