Today's poet

[Harry H Howgill]

Well if that isn't poetry then I don't know what is. That is stunning. Some songs lyrics work better than others as poetry, some words only come alive with the addition of the music and the performance, but they stand by themselves quite nicely. I think that is quite rare.

Ooohh I love the latest Elbow album. I have to say that I don't agree that songs can't be poetry (I think our man Simon Armitage said that in the weekend guardian but maybe he was misquoted!).

The Birds

The birds are the keepers of our secret
As they saw us where we lay
In the deepest grass of springtime
In a reckless guilty haze

And they wove a sweet indifference
And it settled on our skin
Till the eyes that I remembered
For the last time drew me in

The birds
though I wore your glacial patience
To a smudge of bitter dust
On the last day you embraced me
With a glistening sapling trust

Did they sing a million blessings
As they watched us slowly part?
Do they keep those final kisses
In their tiny racing hearts

What are we gonna do with you?
Same tale every time
What are we gonna do with you?
Come on inside

Looking back is for the birds.

[Nee Bother]

Very evocative NB...just mist and fog for me this morning!

This Morning's Fret

The lonely cry of a seagull
searching in the mist
Chiiled to the bone
by the cold sea fret

Withered sad shivering snapped
by the morning frost
Yesterdays spring flower
Wilting in the salted air

The foghorns distant drone
hope all are safe
Chilled to the bone
by the cold sea fret
NB

[Nee Bother]

haiku's senryu's and now.......Neebotheru's

Genuine thoughtful, very
rugged bold beautiful,
Me auld marra...merry

[Nee Bother]

fleet of foot, like a goat
me mate MG
topper lass n canny poet

[Hes]

Wow...I really, really like this! There is a real sense of struggle, of the bleak, ominous and loneliness. You really are very good at this poetry lark. I am enjoying your Neebotherus too.

This Morning's Fret

The lonely cry of a seagull
searching in the mist
Chiiled to the bone
by the cold sea fret

Withered sad shivering snapped
by the morning frost
Yesterdays spring flower
Wilting in the salted air

The foghorns distant drone
hope all are safe
Chilled to the bone
by the cold sea fret
NB

[Hes]

Finally found a north eastern dialect online dictionary...now I know the true meaning of 'marra' in more ways than one.

haiku's senryu's and now.......Neebotheru's

Genuine thoughtful, very
rugged bold beautiful,
Me auld marra...merry

[stevefoster]

haiku's senryu's and now.......Neebotheru's

Genuine thoughtful, very
rugged bold beautiful,
Me auld marra...merry

That there Neebotheru, is it about me?
Might be rugged and bald (or was it bold) not sure about beautiful

Cheers Auld Ken, love you too marra:thumbup:

[stevefoster]

Scree bed, leg's a blur
Down in no time
Robinson, Nee Bother

Sat down on the grass descent off Robinson on The Master's and Mrs. Crumblydown's BG leg 5 and watched in awe as Nee Bother, hat nailed to head, scree ran down in fast forward mode, a sight to behold, bloody marvellous.

[Nee Bother]

That there Neebotheru, is it about me?
Might be rugged and bald (or was it bold) not sure about beautiful

Cheers Auld Ken, love you too marra:thumbup:

Shure i wrote bald... have you edited it??

[Nee Bother]

Scree bed, leg's a blur
Down in no time
Robinson, Nee Bother

Sat down on the grass descent off Robinson on The Master's and Mrs. Crumblydown's BG leg 5 and watched in awe as Nee Bother, hat nailed to head, scree ran down in fast forward mode, a sight to behold, bloody marvellous.

Ha ha cheers mate, remember that ( i'm waiting for the race down Halls Fell Ridge now, could be my last chance of a win!! before me back n hips give up completely)