Today's poet

[Alf]

Now that freckle has mentioned Pam Ayres

[Harry H Howgill]

That's lovely Freckle. It looks like you are enjoying life at the moment.

I fear that my brain has turned to mush...must be the lack of running and circulation of blood to the brain! come to think of it don't think pam ayres did much running....:-(


Goals
Nowt sexy about having no time to run
Or an ever expanding bum
School runs and brownie excursions
Replace poetry immersion
Pack lunches and spelling rockets
Grey circles frame peeping sockets
But when all is said and done
These flowers are shooting up fast
better grab these moments
while they last
and in my minds eye
the comfort of that beautiful sight
two contented little uns
tucked up in bed at night!

[stevefoster]

I fear that my brain has turned to mush...must be the lack of running and circulation of blood to the brain! come to think of it don't think pam ayres did much running....:-(


Goals
Nowt sexy about having no time to run
Or an ever expanding bum
School runs and brownie excursions
Replace poetry immersion
Pack lunches and spelling rockets
Grey circles frame peeping sockets
But when all is said and done
These flowers are shooting up fast
better grab these moments
while they last
and in my minds eye
the comfort of that beautiful sight
two contented little uns
tucked up in bed at night!

Contented little uns=Good mum despite the size of her bum

[freckle]

Selfish am i
Only think of myself
Hope your all ok

Goodnight and Best Wishes Folks

so far from selfish
it beggars belief
time will tell the story
as it should be told
but for now stay strong,
run fast and remain bold

[freckle]

Now that freckle has mentioned Pam Ayres

i am ashamed to say alf...i found this quite funny!...thanks for posting and all the nice comments about my ditty! x

ps i am lucky i know!

[freckle]

i am a huge fan of jo shapcott..love her voice, like treacle and her clarity...

Matter
Jo Shapcott

He touched my skin
all afternoon
as though he could feel
the smallest particles
which make me up.

By the time he knew each
of the billions of electrons
which fly through my body
every second.

Then I think he was searching
for the particles
not yet discovered
but believed to exist.

Then I didn’t know
what time it was any more
and neither of us knew
which was inside or outside
as he reached somewhere
very deep and fingered gold –
charms, strangers, tops and gravitons –
but not the words he wanted
which only come now.

[TheReverand]

The aftermath of a love lost

How long must ones heart remain full of sorrow
I wonder, will my heart be repaired by this time tomorrow
How long is too long to wallow and stew, to fret and
Hold onto the forlorn hope of coming back to you

[Hes]

Well said Freckle!

so far from selfish
it beggars belief
time will tell the story
as it should be told
but for now stay strong,
run fast and remain bold

[Hes]

A lovely, wistful poem Rev.

The aftermath of a love lost

How long must ones heart remain full of sorrow
I wonder, will my heart be repaired by this time tomorrow
How long is too long to wallow and stew, to fret and
Hold onto the forlorn hope of coming back to you

[Hes]

Emily Dickinson had a thing or two to say about yearning and wishful thinking.

Wild nights - Wild nights

Wild nights! Wild nights!
Were I with thee,
Wild nights should be
Our luxury!

Futile the winds
To a heart in port,
Done with the compass,
Done with the chart.

Rowing in Eden!
Ah! the sea!
Might I but moor
To-night in thee!