Poetry

[Headfry]

Not sure if this is a silly idea, or even in which section to post, but...
How about a section for relevant poetry, rhymes, etc. They can be famous pieces or of the 'home grown' type

Just an idea really

kind regards to all here! it's a great forum which is a reflection of the great people who make it so
Headfry

[nick the grief]

For sooth
Headfry don't encourage these ere Grapes
to rhyme about their jolly japes
it will only end in tears
especially after we've had a few beers

[Hazel at the Hill]

Hazel at the Hill sowed seeds in Jan
Planting early - everything she can!
But only broad bean seeds are showing...
But at least she has something growing!

[Mrs Dobby]

Have to echo wots been said,
For us grapes are too easily led,
Afore ye know it we'll be talking in rhyme,
Not just here, but all the time!

[smallblueplanet]

spring rain
conveyed under the trees
in drops

Basho



above the moor
not attached to anything
a skylark singing

Basho

[Mrs Dobby]

A reworking of the old rain rain go away rhyme, by me!

Gentle mists of summer rain,
Nourish crops and feed the grain,
Do your work and pass us by,
Leave behind clear blue sky!

[Hazel at the Hill]

SBP has raised the bar with haiku's!

The sun shines
after the rain
see the seeds sprout!

[madderbat]

I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours Headfry!
You can't start a thread like this and then disappear, so dont be shy, let's have it.

[sewer rat]

I love so many different poems for so many different reasons, but my favourite has to be Leisure, by William Henry Davies

What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows,

No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.

No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.

No time to turn at Beauty's glance
And watch her feet, how they can dance.

No time to wait til her mouth can
Enrich the smile her eyes began

A poor life this if full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

Just love it. There are several others who deserve an honourable mention. The one I posted for SS, Twelve Songs (Stop all the clocks) by W.H.Auden, Warning by Jenny Joseph, The Raven by Edgar Allen Poe (as performed by Homer Simpson !!!!!) and The Ballad of Reading Gaol by Oscar Wilde. There lots of others but these would be my faves.

[Headfry]

The Seasons Sun

The Winter's sun
Is rare and weak
Better to curl up
And go to sleep

The spring sun
Shines bright and clear
Takes away the cold
Dark winters fear

The summers sun
Burns hot and long
But in a blink
The seasons gone

The autumn sun
Is soft and warm
A time for rest
Calm, not forlorn

Thanks for all the replies, they are great. More please

Your turn Madderbat !

[madderbat]

I too love the Ballad of Reading Gaol (and once put it to music!)
I have several favourites, two of which are:

Silver

Slowly, silently, now the moon
Walks the night in her silver shoon;
This way, and that, she peers, and sees
Silver fruit upon silver trees;
One by one the casements catch
Her beams beneath the silvery thatch;
Couched in his kennel, like a log,
With paws of silver sleeps the dog;
From their shadowy coat the white breasts peep
Of doves in a silver-feathered sleep;
A harvest mouse goes scampering by,
With silver claws, and silver eye;
And moveless fish in the water gleam,
By silver reeds in a silver stream.

- Walter de la Mare

Learnt this when I was 9, and :

Song : Go and catch a falling star
by John Donne

GO and catch a falling star,
Get with child a mandrake root,
Tell me where all past years are,
Or who cleft the devil's foot,
Teach me to hear mermaids singing,
Or to keep off envy's stinging,
And find
What wind
Serves to advance an honest mind.

If thou be'st born to strange sights,
Things invisible to see,
Ride ten thousand days and nights,
Till age snow white hairs on thee,
Thou, when thou return'st, wilt tell me,
All strange wonders that befell thee,
And swear,
No where
Lives a woman true and fair.

If thou find'st one, let me know,
Such a pilgrimage were sweet;
Yet do not, I would not go,
Though at next door we might meet,
Though she were true, when you met her,
And last, till you write your letter,
Yet she
Will be
False, ere I come, to two, or three.
*************

Despite the lack of faith in female constancy, I adore the use of language Donne uses in the first verse, especially the idea of 'get with child a mandrake root'
Has anyone ever seen a mandrake by the way??

[Mrs Dobby]

Havent seen one in the flesh Jane, but I do have some powdered root, its quite an interesting aroma, especially in incense, very similar to galangal, if you've ever smelt it?

Nice poems btw!

[endeavour]

Lovely Lj.