philomath
[FIL-uh-math]
Definition: a lover of learning; a scholar.
-noun
1. A lover of learning; a scholar.
Examples:
1. It is precisely for the philomaths that universities ought to cater.
Aldous Huxley, Proper Studies
2. It's nothing to laugh about, he says. "Strange things happen in this country -- things that philosophers and other philomaths had never dreamed of."
Tomek Tryzna, Miss Nobody
• All poems on this blog are original unless otherwise stated.
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Tuesday, 8 February 2011
Love - A Few Short Poems
Love - A Few Short Poems
By J. R. A. Gigney
It feels strange to have love
It feels strange to be loved
After all the hurt
After all the pain
••••••••••
You give me the love that I wanted,
I return that love because I can.
Once I felt life was extremely bad...
Now it's not because you're there...
••••••••••
Take me in your arms and hold me,
Place me in your heart forever.
Take me by the hand and guide me,
Lead me through ev'ry endeavour.
••••••••••
Pull me to you
Kiss me once
Hold my head to your breast.
Run your hands across my head,
Kiss my eyes,
And in your arms I'll rest...
Written 3 February 2011
Revised 8 February 2011
• All poems on this blog are original unless otherwise stated.
• Posted with BlogPress for iPhone.
By J. R. A. Gigney
It feels strange to have love
It feels strange to be loved
After all the hurt
After all the pain
••••••••••
You give me the love that I wanted,
I return that love because I can.
Once I felt life was extremely bad...
Now it's not because you're there...
••••••••••
Take me in your arms and hold me,
Place me in your heart forever.
Take me by the hand and guide me,
Lead me through ev'ry endeavour.
••••••••••
Pull me to you
Kiss me once
Hold my head to your breast.
Run your hands across my head,
Kiss my eyes,
And in your arms I'll rest...
Written 3 February 2011
Revised 8 February 2011
• All poems on this blog are original unless otherwise stated.
• Posted with BlogPress for iPhone.
Urbanside
Urbanside
By J. R. A. Gigney
What are these buildings?
Am I urbanside?
Who are all these people?
Must be urbanside...
Walking around like the living dead,
Not had enough sleep...
Pollution swirls around them,
Their cellphones whine in discordant protest.
So this is Urbanside...
Written 15 January 2011
Revised 8 February 2011
• All poems on this blog are original unless otherwise stated.
• Posted with BlogPress for iPhone.
By J. R. A. Gigney
What are these buildings?
Am I urbanside?
Who are all these people?
Must be urbanside...
Walking around like the living dead,
Not had enough sleep...
Pollution swirls around them,
Their cellphones whine in discordant protest.
So this is Urbanside...
Written 15 January 2011
Revised 8 February 2011
• All poems on this blog are original unless otherwise stated.
• Posted with BlogPress for iPhone.
Location:Green Trees Ave,,United Kingdom
Market
Market
By J. R. A. Gigney
Hey People!
Come along!
We're waiting here,
To sell you stuff,
In Walthamstow,
Where things ain't rough.
The longest Market,
Lots of stalls,
Lots to sell,
Lots of balls!
Vegetables,
To make you healthy.
Come and buy,
To make us wealthy...
So come along,
And browse,
Then spend some cash!
On those lovely goods,
Of which we're proud!
Written 15 January 2011
As challenged by J. A. Bird
• All poems on this blog are original unless otherwise stated.
• Posted with BlogPress for iPhone.
By J. R. A. Gigney
Hey People!
Come along!
We're waiting here,
To sell you stuff,
In Walthamstow,
Where things ain't rough.
The longest Market,
Lots of stalls,
Lots to sell,
Lots of balls!
Vegetables,
To make you healthy.
Come and buy,
To make us wealthy...
So come along,
And browse,
Then spend some cash!
On those lovely goods,
Of which we're proud!
Written 15 January 2011
As challenged by J. A. Bird
• All poems on this blog are original unless otherwise stated.
• Posted with BlogPress for iPhone.
Location:Green Trees Ave,,United Kingdom
Churchbank
Churchbank
By J. R. A. Gigney
Little oblong slice of green,
Surrounded by the living boxes,
Hiding from the outside chaos,
Hidey hole to slide back into,
You triple lock your doors,
To shut out the World,
Yet you look out at the green,
Wondering,
Dreaming of space,
Little oblong slice of green,
Lost in an urbanised brick lined jungle.
Written 15 January 2011
• All poems on this blog are original unless otherwise stated.
• Posted with BlogPress for iPhone.
By J. R. A. Gigney
Little oblong slice of green,
Surrounded by the living boxes,
Hiding from the outside chaos,
Hidey hole to slide back into,
You triple lock your doors,
To shut out the World,
Yet you look out at the green,
Wondering,
Dreaming of space,
Little oblong slice of green,
Lost in an urbanised brick lined jungle.
Written 15 January 2011
• All poems on this blog are original unless otherwise stated.
• Posted with BlogPress for iPhone.
Bloody Cats
Bloody Cats
By J. R. A. Gigney
Bloody cats!
I love 'em when they're purring,
Or when they do something funny.
Kittens are wonderful,
But they grow up you see.
When they're big they knock you over,
They try to get your food,
And then they bring you live presents,
That put you in a bad mood.
Yet I love 'em,
I don't know why.
Bloody Cats
They get to you,
They don't even need to try!
BLOODY CATS!!!
• All poems on this blog are original unless otherwise stated.
• Posted with BlogPress for iPhone.
By J. R. A. Gigney
Bloody cats!
I love 'em when they're purring,
Or when they do something funny.
Kittens are wonderful,
But they grow up you see.
When they're big they knock you over,
They try to get your food,
And then they bring you live presents,
That put you in a bad mood.
Yet I love 'em,
I don't know why.
Bloody Cats
They get to you,
They don't even need to try!
BLOODY CATS!!!
• All poems on this blog are original unless otherwise stated.
• Posted with BlogPress for iPhone.
Location:Green Trees Ave,,United Kingdom
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