Classic poem of the day
Hey, hey, hey, hey!
The bores hede is armed gay.
The bores hede in hond I bring,
With garlond gay in portoring;
I pray you all with me to singe,
With hay!
Lordes, knightes, and squiers,
Persons, prestes, and vicars —
The bores hede is the furst mess,
With hay!
The bores hede, as I you say,
He takes his leive and gothe his way
Soon after the tweilfeth day,
With hay!
Then comes in ......
Member poem of the day
What the poet sees,
he sees as a swimmer
~~~~underwater~~~~
watching the shoreline blur,
sees through his breath’s weightless bubbles ...
Both worlds grow obscure.
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