Today's poet

[Harry H Howgill]

Wot a pair

I waz walking down Wyefront street
When me trousers ran away,
I waz feeling incomplete
But still me trousers would not stay,
When I found where they had gone
De pair addressed me rather blunt,
And they told me they were sick of being put on
Back to front.

I told dem I would treat dem good
And wear dem back to back,
I promised dem protection
From a friend who is a mac,
Me trousers did not believe a single word I had to say,
And me underpants were laughing
When me trousers ran away.

Benjamin Zephaniah

[Alf]

He He ! I do like a bit of Spike nice one Harry and MG, and yes today was not a great day but you cant expect life to be all a bunch of roses, or am i thinking a box of chocolates, ah heck you know what I mean! thnx for concern! :-) x

Alf - i do like that poem think its in staying alive isn't it...not sure what to think of dh lawrence overall as a poet, a little on the dramatic side i reckon but i did like the one he did about figs......ahem, nuff said! ;O)....

right, I is off to bed with Pip (only a character from Great Expectations-much to my dismay!) na night

What larks freckle


You can't beat a good book!


There is No Frigate Like a Book

There is no frigate like a book
To take us lands away,
Nor any coursers like a page
Of prancing poetry
This traverse may the poorest take
Without oppress of toll;
How frugal is the chariot
That bears a human soul!

Emily Dickinson

[Nee Bother]

I didn't even know Spike Milligan wrote poetry....it's very Nee Botherish actually and amusing....I like it! :thumbup:


There Are Holes In The Sky

There are holes in the sky
Where the rain gets in
But there ever so small
That's why the rain is thin.

Spike Milligan

Amusing, funny?
not so sure hunny!
Poem, ditty?
Noo there's a pity!
Rhyme, verse?
It masks my curse!
Bother, Spike?
On yer bike x

[Harry H Howgill]

It sounds like we missed out on a good poetry reading today. AND there was a colouring competition!...

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[freckle]

Who's who

I used to think nurses
Were women,
I used to think police
Were men,
I used to think poets
Were boring,
Until I became one of them.

Benjamin Zephaniah

nice one Harry!

I have been enjoying everyone's contributions (especially nee bother's orginals) but feel lacking in inspiration myself !

here is something from the bard which i rather like...made me reflect that sometimes I wish time would stand still


Sonnet XV: When I consider everything that grows

:

When I consider everything that grows
Holds in perfection but a little moment,
That this huge stage presenteth nought but shows
Whereon the stars in secret influence comment;
When I perceive that men as plants increase,
Cheered and check'd even by the selfsame sky,
Vaunt in their youthful sap, at height decrease,
And wear their brave state out of memory;
Then the conceit of this inconstant stay
Sets you most rich in youth before my sight,
Where wasteful Time debateth with Decay
To change your day of youth to sullied night;
And all in war with Time for love of you,
As he takes from you, I engraft you new.

William Shakespeare

[Harry H Howgill]

Don't worry. I don't feel inspired every week either. It comes in waves, like racing form. I make the most of it while it lasts, then rest for a bit.

nice one Harry!

I have been enjoying everyone's contributions (especially nee bother's orginals) but feel lacking in inspiration myself !

here is something from the bard which i rather like...made me reflect that sometimes I wish time would stand still


Sonnet XV: When I consider everything that grows

:

When I consider everything that grows
Holds in perfection but a little moment,
That this huge stage presenteth nought but shows
Whereon the stars in secret influence comment;
When I perceive that men as plants increase,
Cheered and check'd even by the selfsame sky,
Vaunt in their youthful sap, at height decrease,
And wear their brave state out of memory;
Then the conceit of this inconstant stay
Sets you most rich in youth before my sight,
Where wasteful Time debateth with Decay
To change your day of youth to sullied night;
And all in war with Time for love of you,
As he takes from you, I engraft you new.

William Shakespeare

[freckle]

Don't worry. I don't feel inspired every week either. It comes in waves, like racing form. I make the most of it while it lasts, then rest for a bit.

you are sweet harry thank you! :-)

[freckle]

I am a bit distracted at the minute...

Freckle finds that writing prose
is as easy as touching ones toes
via a post christmas belly!

[Hes]

I like it Freckle!
I feel a bit the same. I don't have enough headspace right now to even select other people's poetry let alone write my own...I still try and keep up to date with the thread though but wish time would just stop for a while so I can stand still for a bit. Hope you are staying well.xx

I am a bit distracted at the minute...

Freckle finds that writing prose
is as easy as touching ones toes
via a post christmas belly!

[Mountain Goatess]

Time Is a Time Going

Time is a time going
On to the steps all around
From the departure flowing
And needs again to be found
Signs are the pathways tomorrow
Making the destinies road
Feelings of yesterday borrow
And taking of their many load
When time is a time going

Time is a time showing
That has been done before
Nothing to no one owning
Making its settle to score
Rise to times and their sign
Everything comes to unwind
When stumbling upon to align
Which has been before assigned?
When time is a time showing

Time is a time knowing
All that’s been done before?
Fast forward speed or slowing
With nothing to know anymore
The Situations matching all up
Finding a way to survive
Holding its own not at all to stop
That’s what makes it alive
When times are times knowing

Time is a time staying
With its perspective content
On to each stage playing
Onto their purpose and advent
Nothing to take for sure
For so much is far behind
When corners come to allure
To those illusions that are blind
When time is a time staying

Time is a time tomorrow
When much has turned around
And we of those steps borrow
When none's there to be found
Halfway and through the hide
Everything is crocked not straight
Compromised intention inside
To have it all again deactivate
For time is a time tomorrow

Peter S. Quinn