Today's poet

[that_fjell_guy]

Part II:

Although there’s one occasion
When I did transgress
In Cockermouth….v. City
Unfortunate, I confess!

I think Karen is attached now
To seats in Revies Stand
Cheering on Becchio
As he treads that hallowed land

She loves to see him charging
Wind in his hair
Leaping like a salmon
Scoring goals with flair

So here I am, what can I do
A married man at last
Karen is my wife
And all the stress is passed

We had a lot of bother
Sorting out the cars,
The photographer, the flowers....
And beer for all the bars!

I’d like to thank our kid
For being my best man
He isn’t Billy Bremner
But he’s done the best he can

And also the bridesmaids
Who all look very sweet
As back fours go, they’ve done real well
And all scrubbed up a treat

Our mothers need no thanking
They understand us all
Ian, Frank, our families
They’ve seen us both grow tall

And finally, just one more thing
Before I sit back down
A toast to Karen, my new wife
My joy, my love, my crown

To Karen

[Mossdog]

Part II:

Although there’s one occasion
When I did transgress
In Cockermouth….v. City
Unfortunate, I confess!

I think Karen is attached now
To seats in Revies Stand
Cheering on Becchio
As he treads that hallowed land

She loves to see him charging
Wind in his hair
Leaping like a salmon
Scoring goals with flair

So here I am, what can I do
A married man at last
Karen is my wife
And all the stress is passed

We had a lot of bother
Sorting out the cars,
The photographer, the flowers....
And beer for all the bars!

I’d like to thank our kid
For being my best man
He isn’t Billy Bremner
But he’s done the best he can

And also the bridesmaids
Who all look very sweet
As back fours go, they’ve done real well
And all scrubbed up a treat

Our mothers need no thanking
They understand us all
Ian, Frank, our families
They’ve seen us both grow tall

And finally, just one more thing
Before I sit back down
A toast to Karen, my new wife
My joy, my love, my crown

To Karen

Hi that_fjell_guy. Welcome to the thread. And what a brilliant introduction. Really enjoyed your poem, made me smile ear to ear

[that_fjell_guy]

Hi that_fjell_guy. Welcome to the thread. And what a brilliant introduction. Really enjoyed your poem, made me smile ear to ear

Thank you! Its not great art but it did a job on the day!!

[wormstone]

For the Kinder Trespassers

Taken from ‘A Man in Assynt '


Who owns this landscape?
Has owning anything to do with love?
For it and I have a love-affair, so nearly human
we even have quarrels. –
When I intrude too confidently
it rebuffs me with a wind like a hand
or puts in my way
a quaking bog or a loch
where no loch should be. Or I turn stonily
away, refusing to notice
the rouged rocks, the mascara
under a dripping ledge, even
the tossed, the stony limbs waiting.

I can’t pretend
it gets sick for me in my absence,
though I get
sick for it. Yet I love it
with special gratitude, since
it sends me no letters, is never
jealous and, expecting nothing
from me, gets nothing but
cigarette packets and footprints.


Norman MacCaig

I like this poem a lot. I keep coming back to it - it seems to capture the elusive nature of what is compelling about the wild moors and high peaks.

[Dr H Tool]

I like this poem a lot. I keep coming back to it - it seems to capture the elusive nature of what is compelling about the wild moors and high peaks.

We will have to go back there, the poem is made all the more special when you have experienced Assynt.

[Hes]

I have been a stranger to my favourite thread lately! Just had a quick scan through the last couple posts and would just like to say both welcome and also well done to that_fjell_guy on your wedding poem. What a lovely gesture!

[Hes]

This is an odd little poem but I like it and it reminded me that on my run on Monday I was raced by a white male peacock along the road near my house...it was quite a bizarre experience and had a feel of the exotic about it.

My First Peacock

I keep a white peacock behind my ear,
a wasn't, a fantail of wasn'ts,
nevered feathers upon evered
falling all over the grass.
When a green peacock landed
on my shoulder to shimmy
its iridescent trills, everyone asked
if it was my first peacock.
It's impolite to speak of the translucent tail
hanging down behind your ear
like a piece of hair brushed back
in a moment lost to thought.
To make the well-wishers uncomfortably shift
their weight by saying, No,
first I had this white peacock.
Because it's not anyone's fault
who can't see the glaucoma
eyes on mist plumes
that don't see them back.
So I say, Yes. And I say
how very emerald joy is,
how very leafed with lapis and gilding.

Kate Nuernberger

[freckle]

Part II:

Although there’s one occasion
When I did transgress
In Cockermouth….v. City
Unfortunate, I confess!

I think Karen is attached now
To seats in Revies Stand
Cheering on Becchio
As he treads that hallowed land

She loves to see him charging
Wind in his hair
Leaping like a salmon
Scoring goals with flair

So here I am, what can I do
A married man at last
Karen is my wife
And all the stress is passed

We had a lot of bother
Sorting out the cars,
The photographer, the flowers....
And beer for all the bars!

I’d like to thank our kid
For being my best man
He isn’t Billy Bremner
But he’s done the best he can

And also the bridesmaids
Who all look very sweet
As back fours go, they’ve done real well
And all scrubbed up a treat

Our mothers need no thanking
They understand us all
Ian, Frank, our families
They’ve seen us both grow tall

And finally, just one more thing
Before I sit back down
A toast to Karen, my new wife
My joy, my love, my crown

To Karen

thats so sweet and welcome (again) to the thread! :-)

[freckle]

Hes I loved the image of you running alongside a peacock! I hope you are keeping well :-)

I found this poem, not sure if i have posted it before, from the forward book of poetry 2010...

Palimpsest
Meghan O’Rourke

So the days go by, and the singing at night continues.
The summer passes like horses.
Wisdom arrives on a piece of paper, blown
Through wide glass windows:
“This page intentionally left blank”.
I talk to my friends more than I used to.
I sleep less. This is the point of life:
You really care. The tendons slacken,
The fat honeycombs beneath the skin,
A fox paces in the town courtyard,
Until, passing a mirror, on the phone,
Laughing, you see yourself again
As you are, as you are not.
The snow creaks underfoot.
Touch me, I am still here,
Like the humming bee, like the mayrope
Wrapped around a tree.
The song was never mine to sing.
It lives beneath the skin.
It speaks in every bone.

[Alf]

Hes I loved the image of you running alongside a peacock! I hope you are keeping well :-)

I found this poem, not sure if i have posted it before, from the forward book of poetry 2010...

Palimpsest
Meghan O’Rourke

So the days go by, and the singing at night continues.
The summer passes like horses.
Wisdom arrives on a piece of paper, blown
Through wide glass windows:
“This page intentionally left blank”.
I talk to my friends more than I used to.
I sleep less. This is the point of life:
You really care. The tendons slacken,
The fat honeycombs beneath the skin,
A fox paces in the town courtyard,
Until, passing a mirror, on the phone,
Laughing, you see yourself again
As you are, as you are not.
The snow creaks underfoot.
Touch me, I am still here,
Like the humming bee, like the mayrope
Wrapped around a tree.
The song was never mine to sing.
It lives beneath the skin.
It speaks in every bone.

Very good that freckle.
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