Today's poet

[freckle]

Not new to this thread, but I just felt like a bit of CB and this is one of my favourites.

Eulogy To A Hell Of A Dame

some dogs who sleep At night
must dream of bones
and I remember your bones
in flesh
and best
in that dark green dress
and those high-heeled bright
black shoes,
you always cursed when you drank,
your hair coming down you
wanted to explode out of
what was holding you:
rotten memories of a
rotten
past, and
you finally got
out
by dying,
leaving me with the
rotten
present;
you've been dead
28 years
yet I remember you
better than any of
the rest;
you were the only one
who understood
the futility of the
arrangement of
life;
all the others were only
displeased with
trivial segments,
carped
nonsensically about
nonsense;
Jane, you were
killed by
knowing too much.
here's a drink
to your bones
that
this dog
still
dreams about.

Charles Bukowski

Brilliant! love a bit of bukowski!!!!...now where is that whisky? :-)

[Hes]

That's brilliant. I love that film. Great post Steve!:thumbup:

Just watched 'The Man with two brains' tonight, love that film:thumbup:

The Pointy Birds

The Pointy Birds are Pointy, Pointy,
Anoint my head,
Anointy Nointy

[Hes]

Good and powerful stuff Mossy! A friend has just been given a book of Bukowski's poems and she doesn't like them...I can think of a much better home for it, I'm dropping big hints!

Not new to this thread, but I just felt like a bit of CB and this is one of my favourites.

Eulogy To A Hell Of A Dame

some dogs who sleep At night
must dream of bones
and I remember your bones
in flesh
and best
in that dark green dress
and those high-heeled bright
black shoes,
you always cursed when you drank,
your hair coming down you
wanted to explode out of
what was holding you:
rotten memories of a
rotten
past, and
you finally got
out
by dying,
leaving me with the
rotten
present;
you've been dead
28 years
yet I remember you
better than any of
the rest;
you were the only one
who understood
the futility of the
arrangement of
life;
all the others were only
displeased with
trivial segments,
carped
nonsensically about
nonsense;
Jane, you were
killed by
knowing too much.
here's a drink
to your bones
that
this dog
still
dreams about.

Charles Bukowski

[Hes]

My Crow

A crow flew into the tree outside my window.
It was not Ted Hughes's crow, or Galway's crow,
Or Frost's, Pasternak's, or Lorca's crow.
Or one of Homer's crows, stuffed with gore,
after the battle. This was just a crow.
That never fit in anywhere in its life,
or did anything worth mentioning.
It sat there on a branch for a few minutes.
Then picked up and flew beautifully
out of my life.

Raymond Carver

[L.F.F.]

My Crow

A crow flew into the tree outside my window.
It was not Ted Hughes's crow, or Galway's crow,
Or Frost's, Pasternak's, or Lorca's crow.
Or one of Homer's crows, stuffed with gore,
after the battle. This was just a crow.
That never fit in anywhere in its life,
or did anything worth mentioning.
It sat there on a branch for a few minutes.
Then picked up and flew beautifully
out of my life.

Raymond Carver

I enjoyed that. Thanks.

I've got a book of his called Elephant that I haven't yet read. It's now next on the list.

[MachGirl]

Hes really liked ' My Crow ' .... it actually reminds me of a Glyn Hughes poem , which I'm going to post as soon as I find .


Anyway , here is a poem I found today , that I'd forgotten all about ....... taken from the lovely book ' The Desiderata of Happiness ' .....



Love and Faith by Max Ehrmann


You are not poor if you
love something , someone ,
humanity maybe , and have faith
that you will somewhere,
sometimes be satisfied , though you
know not how .

YOu may even feel that your
sorrow is but a school to teach
you the virtues of sympathy and
gentleness, that will avail
you hereafter, though you know
not where

I am not always on the highway
that leads to this hilltop,
but I have seen the lighted road
stretching on and on ;
sometimes I have even fancied
that I saw the windows of
the castle all aglow

And I have hastened my steps
to be in time for the feast
and taken counsel of my courage
lest I falter and fall on the way

May I keep this vision of
the castle ever before my eyes
and a belief in my heart
that the journey is worth while,
and the castle and the glow
in the windows not all illusion .

[Alf]

Norfolk

How did the devil come? When first attack?
These Norfolk lanes recall lost innocence,
The years fall off and find me walking back
Dragging a stick along the wooden fence
Down this same path, where, forty years ago,
My father strolled behind me, calm and slow.

I used to fill my hand with sorrel seeds
And shower him with them from the tops of stiles,
I used to butt my head into his tweeds
To make him hurry down those languorous miles
Of ash and alder-shaded lanes, till here
Our moorings and the masthead would appear.

Then there was supper lit by lantern light
And in the cabin I could lie secure
And hear against the polished sides at night
The lap lap lapping of the weedy Bure,
Dear whispering and watery Norfolk sound
Which told of all the moonlit reeds around.

How did the devil come? When first attack?
The church is just the same, though now I know
Fowler of Louth restored it. Time, bring back
The rapturous ignorance of long ago,
The peace, before the dreadful daylight starts
Of unkept promises and broken hearts.

JOHN BETJEMAN

[stevefoster]

3 good uns by Hes, Machgirl and Alf. My uncle lives in Norfolk, California actually, too flat for my liking, but he's in his 80's and still riding a bike. Great old character and daft as a brush, my mother says i'm just like him. When he joined the navy they asked him if he could swim, he said 'Why? Have you no ships left?'

[freckle]

Hes really liked ' My Crow ' .... it actually reminds me of a Glyn Hughes poem , which I'm going to post as soon as I find .


Anyway , here is a poem I found today , that I'd forgotten all about ....... taken from the lovely book ' The Desiderata of Happiness ' .....



Love and Faith by Max Ehrmann


You are not poor if you
love something , someone ,
humanity maybe , and have faith
that you will somewhere,
sometimes be satisfied , though you
know not how .

YOu may even feel that your
sorrow is but a school to teach
you the virtues of sympathy and
gentleness, that will avail
you hereafter, though you know
not where

I am not always on the highway
that leads to this hilltop,
but I have seen the lighted road
stretching on and on ;
sometimes I have even fancied
that I saw the windows of
the castle all aglow

And I have hastened my steps
to be in time for the feast
and taken counsel of my courage
lest I falter and fall on the way

May I keep this vision of
the castle ever before my eyes
and a belief in my heart
that the journey is worth while,
and the castle and the glow
in the windows not all illusion .

nice to see you back machgirl and with sucha lovely choice....spoke to the skint part of me! the jourmey is definately worthwhile i reckon!

[Mossdog]

Just watched 'The Man with two brains' tonight, love that film:thumbup:

The Pointy Birds

The Pointy Birds are Pointy, Pointy,
Anoint my head,
Anointy Nointy

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