Today's poet

[Mossdog]

Intangible met-
aphorical subconscious?
Or is it bollocks?

:-)

:wink::wink::wink::wink:

[Hes]

, hope your chaffinch gets lucky too! Its coming to the time of year where I'll be woken by the dawn chorus every day, it seems so churlish to put ear plugs in but it is a bit frustrating!

None yet in Teesdale DT, or snipe. Plenty of lapwings though and plover on the highest areas of rough grass. Oh...and the woodpeckers are going barmy and lots of owl hooting in the day time too!!!! Worst of all though, is that for the last three weeks I've been woken at first light (grrrrrrrrrr) by a totally crazy chaffinch attacking every window in the house. Can't eait for him to 'get lucky' and perhaps we all might get along a little bit clamer!!!

[Hes]

...you always make me laugh HHH!

Intangible met-
aphorical subconscious?
Or is it bollocks?

:-)

[Derby Tup]

The Curlew Song

The viewless blast flies moaning past,
Away to the forest trees,
Where giant pines and leafless vines
Bend 'neath the wandering breeze!
From ferny streams, unearthly screams
Are heard in the midnight blue;
As afar they roam to the shepherd's home,
The shrieks of the wild Curlew!
As afar they roam
To the shepherd's home,
The shrieks of the wild Curlew!

The mists are curled o'er a dark-faced world,
And the shadows sleep around,
Where the clear lagoon reflects the moon
In her hazy glory crowned;
While dingoes howl, and wake the growl
Of the watchdog brave and true;
Whose loud, rough bark shoots up in the dark,
With the song of the lone Curlew!
Whose loud, rough bark
Shoots up in the dark,
With the song of the lone Curlew!

Near herby banks the dark green ranks
Of the rushes stoop to drink;
And the ripples chime, in a measured time,
On the smooth and mossy brink;
As wind-breaths sigh, and pass, and die,
To start from the swamps anew,
And join again o'er ridge and plain
With the wails of the sad Curlew!
And join again
O'er ridge and plain
With the wails of the sad Curlew!

The clouds are thrown around the cone
Of the mountain bare and high,
(Whose craggy peak uprears to the cheek —
To the face of the sombre sky)
When down beneath the foggy wreath,
Full many a gully through,
They rend the air, like cries of despair,
The screams of the wild Curlew!
They rend the air,
Like cries of despair,
The screams of the wild Curlew!

The viewless blast flies moaning past,
Away to the forest trees;
Where giant pines and leafless vines
Bend 'neath the wandering breeze!
From ferny streams, unearthly screams
Are heard in the midnight blue;
As afar they roam to the shepherd's home,
The shrieks of the wild Curlew!
As afar they roam
To the shepherd's home,
The shrieks of the wild Curlew!

Henry Kendall

For fell wandering, wader loving Fell Poets everywhere

[Nee Bother]

Beyond golden sands
distant hues growing brighter
the morning sun rise

[Derby Tup]

Beyond golden sands
distant hues growing brighter
the morning sun rise

Great stuff Ken, but be careful as haiku is strangely addictive. I had bits of paper everywhere a while ago with unfinished snatches of verse on them, and I was driving around counting fives and sevens on my fingers. That might tell you more about me than haiku mind

[Nee Bother]

be careful as haiku is strangely addictive.

Cheers Andy.....its ok tho', ahm at work

[Nee Bother]

Great stuff Ken, but be careful as haiku is strangely addictive. I had bits of paper everywhere a while ago with unfinished snatches of verse on them, and I was driving around counting fives and sevens on my fingers. That might tell you more about me than haiku mind

remind me to post this June 18

Moving swiftly through
fleet of foot climbing strong
Tupped, job well done!

[Derby Tup]

Cheers Andy.....its ok tho', ahm at work

You can't beat a cheeky haiku in work's time

[Derby Tup]

remind me to post this June 18

Moving swiftly through
fleet of foot climbing strong
Tupped, job well done!

Cheers mate; that would be blooming brilliant!