Blog

Poem for the Day

Posted: 24 May 2013

I came across this a few weeks ago and it brought back so many memories of my grandmother who would recite it. Suddenly I was back in her house, waiting patiently as the dumpling she had just made sat, sprinkled with sugar, "sweating" in front of her open fire. I would give all I possess, a million times over, to be back there for even a few minutes, listening to her gentle voice and tasting the totally unconditional love she somehow managed to blend into her dumpling mix. So much for my tough guy image!

Gang canny thro’ this world o’ oors,
An’ tak’ yer steps wi’ care,
An’ never do yer neighbours wrang,
But aye do what is fair;
For folk fa’ ne'er to rise again
Who ne’er hae fa’en before:
There’s aye a muckle slippy stane
At ilka bodie’s door.


An’ if ye see yer neighbour fa’,
Oh! dinna pass him by,
But lend to him a helping hand,
An’ dinna let him lie;
The case may be yer ain some day,
Tho’ ye hae wealth in store:
There’s aye a muckle slippy stane
At ilka bodie’s door.

There’s slippy stanes where’re ye gang,
In palace, hut, or ha’,
An’ ye maun tak’ ye steps wi’ care,
Or ower them ye may fa’;
For emperors and kings may fa’,
An’ nobles many a score:
There’s aye a muckle slippy stane
At ilka bodie’s door.

The Slippy Stane
Anonymous


 

Poem for the Day

Posted: 23 May 2013

When the heart
is cut or cracked or broken
Do not clutch it
Let the wound lie open

Let the wind
From the good old sea blow in
To bathe the wound with salt
And let it sting

Let a stray dog lick it
Let a bird lean in the hole and sing
A simple song like a tiny bell
And let it ring

When The Heart
Michael Leunig 1945 -

Poem for the Day

Posted: 22 May 2013

I loved thee, though I told thee not,
Right earlily and long,
Thou wert my joy in every spot,
My theme in every song.

And when I saw a stranger face
Where beauty held the claim,
I gave it like a secret grace
The being of thy name.

And all the charms of face or voice
Which I in others see
Are but the recollected choice
Of what I felt for thee.

The Secret
John Clare 1793 - 1864

Poem for the Day

Posted: 21 May 2013

If you ask me 'What's new?', I have nothing to say
Except that the garden is growing.
I had a slight cold but it's better today.
I'm content with the way things are going.
Yes, he is the same as he usually is,
Still eating and sleeping and snoring.
I get on with my work. He gets on with his.
I know this is all very boring.

There was drama enough in my turbulent past:
Tears and passion - I've used up a tankful.
No news is good news, and long may it last.
If nothing much happens, I'm thankful.
A happier cabbage you never did see,
My vegetable spirits are soaring.
If you're after excitement, steer well clear of me.
I want to go on being boring.

I don't go to parties. Well, what are they for,
If you don't need to find a new lover?
You drink and you listen and drink a bit more
And you take the next day to recover.
Someone to stay home with was all my desire
And, now that I've found a safe mooring,
I've just one ambition in life: I aspire
To go on and on being boring.

Being Boring
Wendy Cope 1945 -

Poem for the Day

Posted: 20 May 2013

In love’s dances, in love’s dances
One retreats and one advances.
One grows warmer and one colder,
One more hesitant, one bolder.
One gives what the other needed
Once, or will need, now unheeded.
One is clenched, compact, ingrowing
While the other’s melting, flowing.
One is smiling and concealing
While the other’s asking, kneeling.
One is arguing or sleeping
While the other’s weeping, weeping.


And the question finds no answer
And the tune misleads the dancer
And the lost look finds no other
And the lost hand finds no brother
And the word is left unspoken
Till the theme and thread are broken.

When shall these divisions alter?
Echo’s answer seems to falter:
“Oh the unperplexed, unvexed time
Next time…one day…one day…next time!”

Black Monday Lovesong
A. S. J. Tessimond 1902 - 1962

716-720 of 841 blog entries

<<< 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40 41 42 43 44 45 46 47 48 49 50 51 52 53 54 55 56 57 58 59 60 61 62 63 64 65 66 67 68 69 70 71 72 73 74 75 76 77 78 79 80 81 82 83 84 85 86 87 88 89 90 91 92 93 94 95 96 97 98 99 100 101 102 103 104 105 106 107 108 109 110 111 112 113 114 115 116 117 118 119 120 121 122 123 124 125 126 127 128 129 130 131 132 133 134 135 136 137 138 139 140 141 142 143 144 145 146 147 148 149 150 151 152 153 154 155 156 157 158 159 160 161 162 163 164 165 166 167 168 169 >>>

Valid XHTML 1.0 Strict Valid CSS!

Site by Desktop Solutions