On Setting up a New Home

harmless_little_f***harmless_little_f*** Posts: 8,005
Now that I’ve found time;
now the unpacking is done,
shelves stacked, books sorted;
now the photos flicked through
have done their worst; those taken
months before the bubble burst;

now it’s time to say that she,
the one I cried for last night,
is not the one I love. You are

my books of myth and dream
and coming-of-age and origins
lined single-file like marriage vows
written down in order. You are
the one I love now. You are.
'We're learning songs for baby Jesus' birthday. His mum and dad were Merry and Joseph. He had a bed made of clay and the three kings bought him Gold, Frankenstein and Merv as presents.'

- the great Sir Leo Harrison
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  • urbanhippieurbanhippie Posts: 3,007
    Now that I’ve found time;
    now the unpacking is done,
    shelves stacked, books sorted;
    now the photos flicked through
    have done their worst; those taken
    months before the bubble burst;

    now it’s time to say that she,
    the one I cried for last night,
    is not the one I love. You are

    my books of myth and dream
    and coming-of-age and origins
    lined single-file like marriage vows
    written down in order. You are
    the one I love now. You are.
    It's beautiful.... Thank You :)
    A human being that was given to fly.

    Wembley 18/06/07

    If there was a reason, it was you.

    O2 Arena 18/09/09
  • chadwickchadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
    Now that I’ve found time;
    now the unpacking is done,
    shelves stacked, books sorted;
    now the photos flicked through
    have done their worst; those taken
    months before the bubble burst;

    now it’s time to say that she,
    the one I cried for last night,
    is not the one I love. You are

    my books of myth and dream
    and coming-of-age and origins
    lined single-file like marriage vows
    written down in order. You are
    the one I love now. You are.


    a very nice poem mr. harmless
    everything will work out
    positive & forward
    thanks for sharing
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."

    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • Jeremy1012Jeremy1012 Posts: 7,170
    Now that I’ve found time;
    now the unpacking is done,
    shelves stacked, books sorted;
    now the photos flicked through
    have done their worst; those taken
    months before the bubble burst;
    The rhyme there works brilliantly. Good shit Mark.
    "I remember one night at Muzdalifa with nothing but the sky overhead, I lay awake amid sleeping Muslim brothers and I learned that pilgrims from every land — every colour, and class, and rank; high officials and the beggar alike — all snored in the same language"
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