Call for Daily Sip / Poet of the Week

Hey hey hey! Not that I'm not out of poems or anything, but sometimes I'm not feeling creative in finding new poets to post. Let me know below, or in a PM, if you have a favorite professional poem or poet that you'd like to share with others of the site!

Also sign up if there's a whole poet's life and work that you'd like to spotlight in a Poet of the Week thread!

-Sibyllene

I do have a poet, if you allow me to share his work on here. :D

For sure! Check out older threads like this to get the idea of what to include (though it's really up to you! be creative"

http://www.poems-and-quotes.com/discussion/topic.html?topic_id=127849

Http://www.poemhunter.com/robert-burns/poems/

Sir Robert Burns is one I would recommend to all..most of his work is written in colloquail language so it may be difficult for most to understand but I can translate for you (Ihope)! Many of his verses have been made into songs and...normally I have my favourite one from him posted in my profile...just haven't gotten around to adding it again...

^ I second that. I haven't read a lot by Robert Burns, but one of my favorites and one of the firsts I've read was a Red, Red Rose. I've been enchanted since.

It is a beautiful verse Liz...without a doubt. Did you know it's been put to music? I can actually play this on the piano with two fingers so I'm very proud of this achievement haha!!!

Guess, as I've lived in Australia almost half my life, I really should do the patriotic thing and highlight a famous Aussie....I've chosen this verse by him because you gave me a prompt for a poem I had stored at the back of my mind and remembered it today....

A Bunch of Roses

Roses ruddy and roses white,
What are the joys that my heart discloses?
Sitting alone in the fading light
Memories come to me here tonight
With the wonderful scent of the big red roses.
Memories come as the daylight fades
Down on the hearth where the firelight dozes;
Flicker and flutter the lights and shades,
And I see the face of a queen of maids
Whose memory comes with the scent of roses.

Visions arise of a scent of mirth,
And a ball-room belle who superbly poses --
A queenly woman of queenly worth,
And I am the happiest man on earth
With a single flower from a bunch of roses.

Only her memory lives tonight --
God in his wisdom her young life closes;
Over her grave may the turf be light,
Cover her coffin with roses white
She was always fond of the big white roses.

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Such are the visions that fade away --
Man proposes and God disposes;
Look in the glass and I see today
Only an old man, worn and grey,
Bending his head to a bunch of roses.

Andrew Barton Paterson ('Banjo')

Beautiful!
See, only an old man can capture a lifetime of love in a vase of flowers.

^That was epic, Sir Larry, haha!!! x)
Loved that, Hellon, thanks for posting it.