Moths trying to escape

Michael wrote this when he was nine

' 19 june 2007 me and my dad were happy in the garden shed.
i am writing by the light of the hurricance lamp and the lightningh is
flashing and the rain is hammering on the roof, but we knew were safe
there were two moths trying to escape'

(During a torrential thunderstorm in the garden)

Daily Zen

A single moon

Bright and clear

In an unclouded sky:

Yet still we stumble

In the world’s darkness

Get your Daily Zen here !

If a man can write a better book

If a man can write a better book,

preach a better sermon, or make a better mousetrap
than his neighbor, though he builds his house in the woods
the world will make a beaten path to his door.

Waldo Emerson

I can't promise you a book , how about 10 mins live poetry?

18 July EDEN Shopping Centre opposite Mothercare from 3pm

see www.rrrants.co.uk or hear it here www.poetryinpubs.blogspot.com

This Year's love

What you seek..

What you seek you will never find.
Let your every day be full of joy.
Love the child that holds your hand.
Let your wife delight in your embrace.
For these alone are the concerns of humanity.

from The Epic of Gilgamesh

Cooke centre stage

Trust a Cooke to hog the limelight. Son Michael with his runner up medal for the Under 11's junior league promotion. Nice one son!

He said What?

Hi Mervyn,

I always feel that Irish writers should be handicapped in some way - perhaps made to end each stanza or paragraph with a word ending in the letter Z.

So comfortable are the Irish with rythm and cadence however that i sdoubt een this would prevent their pre-eminence with language.

Let's face it, even George best was a poet!

You have probably gathered that i am wholly impressed with this poem. it has the elusive haunting quality that all 'eminscence' poetry must attain - but so few do.

I look forward to reading more in this series.

Best wishes

sbeckett