Today's poet

[Nee Bother]

Tension pressure,
Stress strain.
Text, Friday
Curry beer,
Relax smile.

[stevefoster]

Tension pressure,
Stress strain.
Text, Friday
Curry beer,
Relax smile.

Work, finish
Cycle fast home
Lad's Cricket
Dog walk, Guinness
Bank Holiday, Bloody Marvellous

[stevefoster]

Thoughts,
of a kiss
a hug
a smile.

Thoughts,
of your touch
your scent
your skin.

Thoughts,
of tenderness
of love
of you.

Thoughts......

I've told you before Ken, don't be telling everyone about your thoughts of me on here.
Love you too marra:wink:

[Mossdog]

you shall above all things be glad and young

you shall above all things be glad and young
For if you're young,whatever life you wear


it will become you;and if you are glad
whatever's living will yourself become.
Girlboys may nothing more than boygirls need:
i can entirely her only love


whose any mystery makes every man's
flesh put space on;and his mind take off time


that you should ever think,may god forbid
and (in his mercy) your true lover spare:
for that way knowledge lies,the foetal grave
called progress,and negation's dead undoom.


I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing
than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance

ee cummings

[freckle]

Thoughts,
of a kiss
a hug
a smile.

Thoughts,
of your touch
your scent
your skin.

Thoughts,
of tenderness
of love
of you.

Thoughts......

Ooooooooooooo...very "friday night" as we like to say on here....nice one nee bother

[freckle]

That is a totally lush poem choice Freckle. I love it!

thanks hes hope you enjoy our old haunt :wink:

[freckle]

Having been a part-time librarian in a former incarnation (albeit in a dance college and not a public library) I have very strong feelings about libraries and the right to the easy access to knowledge, entertainment and education that they offer everyone, regardless of income. I use the Ripon library rather sporadically but would struggle with aspects of my work if it were to close. It is also a great social hub, particularly for the elderly, and has welcoming and helpful staff.

Thanks for this OneOff.

I agree whole heartedly Hes especially about the social side of libraries

[Alf]

Hello poets :-)

Been lurking for ages and enjoying the thread loads but haven't had the time or inspiration to write. I thought I was going off poetry somehow. Anyhow, I start a new job today and arrived an hour early! So a coffee in McDs, opposite a huge grand looking library and a newspaper full of stories about cuts inspired this, which just came out into my notebook. Whether it's any good or not, it's just lovely to be writing again :-)

Please don't close my library.


Please don't close my library
Even though I never go
It's part and parcel of the high street
A little part of the world I know
I haven't been since I was thirteen
When you could borrow VHS
And read the local paper
Snuggled in the fustiness
And people-watch with interest
The loiterers and those with lists
Those coming in for a book, others for a look
Some for a chat, to live and commune
Almost as if this was their living room
Because despite the odd shhh, this is
A lovely indoor place to be and to see
What is going on, unlike that lonely lounge back home
How lucky and yet so natural that society gave a
Place to loiter and roam and not to be alone
Or to nose around at the habits of others
For a laugh or unusual amount of interest
It's not an asset, to 'sweat' or 'manage'
It's a place, born out of how we've come to live
So please don't close my library
Just to save a few quid

I liked your poem OOP :thumbup:

Our village library was moved to the local community school and reduced in size considerably and now there's a doctors surgery and some offices in the old library building after the local council spent a lot of money doing it up.

[freckle]

Without words

Words used to come
Like the night, with the night
When you were not mine.

Now words vanish
Like the day, with the days
As we fortify.

Unspoken stanza
Lost prose and iambics
quietly reside

In a web of sweet slumber
And inbetween time

[Alf]

Without words

Words used to come
Like the night, with the night
When you were not mine.

Now words vanish
Like the day, with the days
As we fortify.

Unspoken stanza
Lost prose and iambics
quietly reside

In a web of sweet slumber
And inbetween time

Wow! Great poem freckle

Did you just wake up this morning with that in your head