tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8704984.post4954445374931513374..comments2023-09-25T12:03:00.637+01:00Comments on Tom Morton's Beatcroft: National Poetry Day - some lines on the 'black economy'Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8704984.post-6574759931034570312008-10-13T13:37:00.000+01:002008-10-13T13:37:00.000+01:00I think money is one of the only subjects I haven'...I think money is one of the only subjects I haven't written about yet...so here's one love poem that mentions money and one that doesn't but could...best I can do for now. Hope you like them.<BR/><BR/>FREE LOVE<BR/><BR/>You can keep your twenty grand weddings<BR/>With the limos and jazz bands and suits<BR/>Give me that day we cycled to Lunan Bay<BR/>The hot sun, the empty beach<BR/>The lying in a mansize cup of sand in the dunes<BR/>The cycling home again the long way round<BR/><BR/>You can keep the diamond ring in platinum<BR/>The weighty jewel from a far-off mine<BR/>I'll take a handful of that icing sugar snow<BR/>That shines up on a sunny winter morning<BR/>Now that's what you can call sparkle<BR/>It's hard to find, harder still to keep<BR/><BR/>I'm sure love is not about the price<BR/>The menus or the pantomime<BR/>Love is the days when everyone's tired<BR/>But still no-one gets the blame<BR/>Love lies around the house quietly<BR/>Waiting, so quietly, to be needed<BR/><BR/>by Rachel Fox<BR/><BR/>and<BR/><BR/>SWEET NOTHINGS<BR/><BR/>You are nothing<BR/>I am less<BR/>Let's admit it<BR/>We're a mess<BR/><BR/>by Rachel Fox (again)<BR/><BR/>xRachel Foxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11803852725693518924noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8704984.post-40421737345937086802008-10-09T17:10:00.000+01:002008-10-09T17:10:00.000+01:00Great poem Tom...is that yours? Nice.Here's a favo...Great poem Tom...is that yours? Nice.<BR/><BR/>Here's a favorite of mine discovered in a book of his works in the library at Lioncleit School in Benbecula in 96. <BR/><BR/>Toad<BR/>By Norman MacCaig<BR/><BR/>Stop looking like a purse. How could a purse squeeze under the rickety door and sit, full of satisfaction, in a man's house?<BR/><BR/>You clamber towards me on your four corners - right hand, left foot, left hand, right foot.<BR/><BR/>I love your for being a toad, for crawling like a Japanese wrestler, and for ot being frightened.<BR/><BR/>I put you in my purse hand, not shutting it, and set you down outside directly under every star.<BR/><BR/>A jewel in your head? Toad you've put one in mine, a tiny radiance in a dark place.<BR/><BR/>Enjoy poetry day...a great thing indeed!<BR/><BR/>Cheers,<BR/>Tracy in IowaUnknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14095310640620871584noreply@blogger.com