Litnet Poets

[Delta40]

It seems to me
from where I sit
poets emerge at night
like rats in a dank alley
they feed
on every verse and morsel
till one by one
poets scurry home
I think they slumber
through the day
to the buzzing sound
of human debate
which gobbles up their space.
Dear southern hemisphere
of my blessed world
Let my mind drift
like a melting icecap
while nocturnal poets sleep

[Jerrybaldy]

I must be psychic!
love the scurrying home bit. It feels to me I am more myself here than anywhere. Whilst scurrying away we both think of returning.
Loved it Delta. Internal analyisis. More power to your southern hemisphere elbow.
JB

[Delta40]

Thanks JB. I assume you're going to bed soon?

[Bar22do]

From my Middle East's corner I emerge to salute your latest achievement! It's as if I waited for your word to go to sleep!

[Hawkman]

While poets po with rising sun
the duties of the day begun
may hinder verse composed by some
until the dusk has once more come
and freed the pens of wage's slave's
and once again their muses crave
to grace the forum with their wit
so folks from Oz may praise or crit
the feeble offerings they make
so liberties they dare not take.

[Delta40]

As I plunge into breakfast, I wish you all sweet dreams

[Jerrybaldy]

sleep before midnight? Dread the thought :)

[Delta40]

Wow Jerry, do you realise I am speaking to man from yesterday??

[Hawkman]

Personally, I have to get up half an hour before I go to bed so that I have time to lick the road clean with my tongue and i have to pay the mill owner 2 quid for t'privilage. And then i have to eat a spoonful of freezing cold poison before me dad murders me in cold blood and jumps up and down on my grave singing alleluiah! Then i might be fee to write a word or two before I have to go to work stoking the furnaces in hell.

[Jerrybaldy]

well you are lucky hawk ;) In my day....

[Delta40]

Sounds like you're a lost soul trapped in the workhouse, Hawk. Have a warm hug
((((37c)))))

[Hawkman]

Pull a frosty tube from the cooler sport and throw another prawn on the barbi. Struth! by the way, how do you know if there's a redback in the dunny? Answer: by listening to the screams... :D

You know, I was nearly an Aussie. We were due to emigrate in 1965, they made me have all the jabs and everything. Then we didn't go. There are times when I feel cheated :D

Thanks for the hug :) H

[Delta40]

Don't feel cheated Hawk. We cannot speculate on what might have been since we will never know. My family emigrated and 8 months later my mum left my dad for a fella from Liverpool! My childhood ended in 1977 and I so desperately missed UK until I went back later to find I was no longer part of that which I had left behind. Not knowing if the alternative outcome would have been better or worse if we stayed in UK gives me some comfort.

[Virgil]

:lol: Enjoyed that Delta. Here's to scurrying out into an alley. :)

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[Jerrybaldy]

worry not Delta, nobody in the UK feels a part of it either.
yesterdayman.

[Hawkman]

Aint that the truth!

[hillwalker]

Too true, Jerry, which is why we Rats spend so much time nibbling away the hours here. Better that than scurrying through the sewers of the real world, my friend.

Love the poem, Delta - you know us so well.

[dafydd manton]

Personally, I have to get up half an hour before I go to bed so that I have time to lick the road clean with my tongue and i have to pay the mill owner 2 quid for t'privilage. And then i have to eat a spoonful of freezing cold poison before me dad murders me in cold blood and jumps up and down on my grave singing alleluiah! Then i might be fee to write a word or two before I have to go to work stoking the furnaces in hell.

Luxury! We used to dream............ Maybe not

[dafydd manton]

When, in the sweet lang syne, I joined this esteemed and revered forum, I knew what my portion would be, for I am an alien in a foreign land. I'll tell 'ee what it is. The ability to read as some of the most creative and original minds enjoy what they do best. The sheer genius, not just of the poem (I daren't call it ratty) but of the comments after it. I shall now bow, scrape and grovel back to my 'umble abode, for I am the 'umblest of creatures. 'Umble, 'umble, 'Umble. Fade to silence, bar the scratching of the record.