http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2011...d-medal-poetry
well deserved !
one of my fave poems here...her voice is so soothing!...
http://www.poetryarchive.org/poetrya...do?poemId=6476
http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2011...d-medal-poetry
well deserved !
one of my fave poems here...her voice is so soothing!...
http://www.poetryarchive.org/poetrya...do?poemId=6476
Last edited by freckle; 30-12-2011 at 01:07 AM.
Yes it is deserved freckle, well done to her!Originally Posted by freckle
Normally found in the children's section but why should they have all the good stuff
Earth cries
she doesn’t cry for water
she runs rivers very deep
she doesn't cry for food
she has suckled trees
she doesn’t cry for clothing
she weaves all that she wears
she doesn’t cry for shelter
she grows thatch everywhere
she doesn’t cry for children
she’s got more than she can bear
she doesn’t cry for heaven
she knows it’s always there
you don’t know why she’s crying
when she’s got everything
how could you know she’s crying
for just one humane being
Jean 'Binta' Breeze
Great Expectations has finished and its the last episode of Little Dorrit tonight. Not the best adaptation of Great Expectations I have seen over the years but it was an interesting interpretation of Miss Haversham by Gillian Anderson. What happened to Mr Wopsle and Biddy though ?
those were my thoughts exactly Alf! i think there is too much material for 3 episodes hence missing out characters but it is a shame and I feel that some of the homour was lost, I realise its dark but there is light and shade too...I look forward to watching the 3rd and final episode on replay at some point. Ithought Anderson was OK but a bit too pretty and young looking!
ps i liked the earth poem :-)
I was waiting for Joe Gargery to speak his "What larks Pip!" and he didn't :thunbdown: not to mention Mr Wopsle's performance of Hamlet which he thought was brilliant but no one else did
Anyway Little Dorrit has finished. 8 hours of a very complex novel storyline. Andrew Davies (who wrote the script for Bleak House as well) made a great job of it. Interestingly Gillian Anderson played Lady Dedlock in Bleak House. No more Dickens till next year when Edwin Drood is being shown!
Not been on here for a while but inspired by Luv Shack on the winter TanCat thread i must post my favourite nonsense poem............
Jabberwocky.
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
You can just imagine Professor Stanley Unwin reading that :thumbup:
Did the Dent - Whernside - Great Coum - Dent circuit (spiffing weather!!!) today and on the descent into Dent I detoured to look at a view point and found this poem etched into the plaque on the cairn - by "Kathleem (sic) Partridge" called "Smiling Along". Just googled her name to retrieve the full poem and see it's (her name) spelt with an 'n' elsewhere but little other info - has anyone heard of her before? Maybe there are a few dyslexics locally as the next sign down the path read 'to the veiw (sic) point'
“Roaming the byways outside the great city
The sky seems to large for my little concerns
Worries are lost in the green of the landscape
A sense of wellbeing and wonder returns
“A good wholesome breeze sweeps the frown from my forehead,
Here is simplicity, fragrant and free;
It is enough to be living this minute,
To feel and to hear, to think and to see
“My values of living take on a fresh aspect,
With every green leaf that I notice unfurled,
Roaming the byways is good as a tonic,
I come home renewed to the work a day world”
Am Yisrael Chai
Like it Steve - it's a real classic. Here's one of my fav more contemporary poems
The Filing Clerk’s Love Song
I love you more than tapioca and cream,
Rhubarb and custard, my sweet, my dream,
You are bourbon biscuits at eleven,
Hob-nobs by the fire, cornflakes at seven.
You are my suet dumpling and my cottage pie,
My spotted dick and custard, apple of my eye,
I would walk miles for you, give you my folder,
Cede my place at the copier, never grow older.
You are an extra helping of mashed potatoes at the canteen,
Brussels Sprouts on a Tuesday, silk to my sateen,
You are cream donuts on a rainy Friday,
Coke floats on holiday, larger on a dry day.
I bequeath you my Sellotape, paper clips and biro,
I’d give up my job for you, donate you my giro,
Please marry me and let’s have a life together by the sea,
Just three babes, two cats, one dog, and you and me.
Max Scratchmann
Am Yisrael Chai
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