More Express it Eight Poems |
Howling at the Moon at the Cosmos Bar On the night of the full moon The residents of the Cosmos Bar Held a hash run Drinking beer at the end Then going outside For their monthly ritual Howling at the lunatic light Shinning down on them Note: the Hash House Harriers is an international running club with a drinking problem, that runs around the world. And afterward, drink beer and sing bawdy NSF songs and jokes The Cosmos Bar is a composite of expat bars in Bangkok POEMS TO INSPIRE YOU The Freedom of the Moon by Robert Frost I've tried the new moon tilted in the air Above a hazy tree-and-farmhouse cluster As you might try a jewel in your hair. I've tried it fine with little breadth of luster, Alone, or in one ornament combining With one first-water start almost shining. I put it shining anywhere I please. By walking slowly on some evening later, I've pulled it from a crate of crooked trees, And brought it over glossy water, greater, And dropped it in, and seen the image wallow, The color run, all sorts of wonder follow. Summer Sun by Robert Louis Stevenson Great is the sun, and wide he goes Through empty heaven without repose; And in the blue and glowing days More thick than rain he showers his rays. Though closer still the blinds we pull To keep the shady parlour cool, Yet he will find a chink or two To slip his golden fingers through. The dusty attic spider-clad, He, through the keyhole, maketh glad; And through the broken edge of tiles, Into the laddered hay-loft smiles. Meantime his golden face around He bares to all the garden ground, And sheds a warm and glittering look Among the ivy's inmost nook. Above the hills, along the blue, Round the bright air with footing true, To please the child, to paint the rose, The gardener of the World, he goes. |