Today's poet

[freckle]

Arracombe Wood

Some said, because he wud'n spaik
Any words to women but Yes and No,
Nor put out his hand for Parson to shake
He mun be bird-witted. But I do go
By the lie of the barley that he did sow,
And I wish no better thing than to hold a rake
Like Dave, in his time, or to see him mow.

Put up in churchyard a month ago,
'A bitter old soul', they said, but it wadn't so.
His heart were in Arracombe Wood where he'd used to go
To sit and talk wi' his shadder till sun went low,
Though what it was all about us'll never know.
And there baint no mem'ry in the place
Of th' old man's footmark, nor his face;
Arracombe Wood do think more of a crow -
'Will be violets there in the Spring; in Summer time the spider's lace;
And come the Fall, the whizzle and race
Of the dry, dead leaves when the wind gives chase;
And on the Eve of Christmas, fallin' snow.

Charlotte Mew

Interesting choice Alfster, I like it...particularly the use of dialect and the lines "His heart were in Arracombe Wood where he'd used to go
To sit and talk wi' his shadder till sun went low"...nice one :-)

[freckle]

Brinkwomanship
Leontia Flynn

When they come for you no bigger than a piece of fruit,
Weighing no more and no less than a water biscuit,
This will be my excuse:
That I hoped you were just testing yourself
As I might subtly and irresistibly
Poke at a sensitive tooth. That is, not morbidly,
But out of curiosity
To locate the exact, minute, sensory transition-between
Merely knowing and the definition
Of pain, and knowing the meaning.

[Mountain Goatess]

13

Waves crashing
Oil tankers on seas horizon
Wind blowing
Birds soaring in it's gust
Track, trail and muddy puddles
It's all the same ups and downs
But that 13 miler is a Sunday morning must!

MG

[freckle]

13

Waves crashing
Oil tankers on seas horizon
Wind blowing
Birds soaring in it's gust
Track, trail and muddy puddles
It's all the same ups and downs
But that 13 miler is a Sunday morning must!

MG

Lovely MG, you certainly are getting the miles in lately!

[Mountain Goatess]

Lovely MG, you certainly are getting the miles in lately!

Yes I am on a mission! How are you getting on? xxx

[Nee Bother]

13

Waves crashing
Oil tankers on seas horizon
Wind blowing
Birds soaring in it's gust
Track, trail and muddy puddles
It's all the same ups and downs
But that 13 miler is a Sunday morning must!

MG

Ah tek it yer got yer long run in then?? Like your words too.

NB

[Mountain Goatess]

Ah tek it yer got yer long run in then?? Like your words too.

NB

Sure did matey :thumbup:

[Nee Bother]

Sure did matey :thumbup:

Whitburn beach
not far away
and always
in reach

Not quite a hill
but straight from
your door
use it well.

[Mossdog]

Its that bloomin' date again.....grrrrrrrr


A Valentine

Before your gate from dawn to late
The cheery postman whistles;
And every mail augments the tale
Of amorous epistles

That jingle "heart" with "part" and "dart,"
Nor fail to mention Cupid;
That rhyme "above" and "love" and "dove"--
And other things as stupid.

I pray you, spurn those lines that burn,
Despite their foolish pleading.
To flame consign each Valentine--
Except the one you're reading.

And scorn the host that sent per post
Those missives, poor and shoddy.
"They love you, too?"--Of course they do!
For so does everybody!

But just as sure as snows are pure
And shoes are made of leather,
I do adore and love you more
Than all the rest together!

Arthur Guiterman

[Harry H Howgill]

Its that bloomin' date again.....grrrrrrrr


A Valentine

Before your gate from dawn to late
The cheery postman whistles;
And every mail augments the tale
Of amorous epistles

That jingle "heart" with "part" and "dart,"
Nor fail to mention Cupid;
That rhyme "above" and "love" and "dove"--
And other things as stupid.

I pray you, spurn those lines that burn,
Despite their foolish pleading.
To flame consign each Valentine--
Except the one you're reading.

And scorn the host that sent per post
Those missives, poor and shoddy.
"They love you, too?"--Of course they do!
For so does everybody!

But just as sure as snows are pure
And shoes are made of leather,
I do adore and love you more
Than all the rest together!

Arthur Guiterman

Its a bit late now to tell me you're not a fan of Valentine's day. Your card is already in the post!