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Poem for the Day

Posted: 6 July 2013

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, 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.

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

Leisure
W. H. Davies

New Zealand Tour Haiku #4

Posted: 6 July 2013

The haiku is writ
Over coffee, eggs and figs.
Breakfast in Dubai.

Bill Adair

Poem for the Day

Posted: 3 July 2013

When I leave your postcode and your commuting station,
When I leave undone the things that we planned to do,
You may feel you have been left by association,
But there is leaving and there is leaving you.

When I leave your town and the club that you belong to,
When I leave without much warning or much regret,
Remember, there’s doing wrong and there’s doing wrong to
You, which I’ll never do and I haven’t yet,

And when I have gone, remember that in weighing
Everything up, from love to a cheaper rent,
You were all the reasons I thought of staying
And you were none of the reasons why I went

And although I leave your sight and I leave your setting
And our separation is soon to be a fact,
Though you stand beside what I’m leaving and forgetting,
I’m not leaving you, not if motive makes the act.

Leaving and Leaving You
Sophie Hannah 1971 -

New Zealand Tour Haiku # 3

Posted: 3 July 2013

Singing at check-in,
Guitar but no explosives,
Blows chance of upgrade.

Bill Adair

Poem for the Day

Posted: 2 July 2013

The fountains mingle with the river,
And the rivers with the ocean;
The winds of heaven mix forever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
In another's being mingle--
Why not I with thine?

See, the mountains kiss high heaven,
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister flower could be forgiven
If it disdained its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea;--
What are all these kissings worth,
If thou kiss not me?

Love's Philosophy
Percy Bysshe Shelley 1792 - 1822

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