http://barroseditorialpubli.forumotion.com/philip-g-bell-poetry-f7/-t1.htm Thu, 29 Nov 2007 19:09:55 GMT 10 http://illiweb.com/fa/beach/logo_en.gif http://barroseditorialpubli.forumotion.com/philip-g-bell-poetry-f7/-t1.htm http://barroseditorialpubli.forumotion.com/philip-g-bell-poetry-f7/a-tuscan-sonnet-form-and-favour-t47.htm Philip G Bell From a collection of formal poetry "Form and Favour" The form in this sonnet is Petrarchan or Italian, modified with iambic pentameter. The Petrarchan pure form suits the Italian language much better than English hence the adaptation. In Tuscany my demons now have fled My mind consoled by grapes from off the vine My palette touched with pasta to combine Oh glory seen in crystal glass of red. But darkness still must come to make me dread The after thoughts that follow ... Philip G. Bell Poetry Wed, 17 Oct 2007 20:46:23 GMT http://barroseditorialpubli.forumotion.com/philip-g-bell-poetry-f7/a-tuscan-sonnet-form-and-favour-t47.htm#75 http://barroseditorialpubli.forumotion.com/philip-g-bell-poetry-f7/a-tuscan-sonnet-form-and-favour-t47.htm http://barroseditorialpubli.forumotion.com/philip-g-bell-poetry-f7/the-dream-and-the-dreamer-celtic-inspiration-t75.htm Philip G Bell From my collection Celtic Inspiration The dream and the dreamer sang in tune In the light of the willow tree moon; They danced on the surface of the rippling brook In this crystal night of June. The dream and the dreamer were as one that night Like a dragonfly with its wings; And their love affair took flight that night Blessed by Elfin Rings. The dream and the dreamer had limited time They knew that deep inside; But for the time they had, 'twas bliss In ... Philip G. Bell Poetry Tue, 23 Oct 2007 14:00:34 GMT http://barroseditorialpubli.forumotion.com/philip-g-bell-poetry-f7/the-dream-and-the-dreamer-celtic-inspiration-t75.htm#156 http://barroseditorialpubli.forumotion.com/philip-g-bell-poetry-f7/the-dream-and-the-dreamer-celtic-inspiration-t75.htm http://barroseditorialpubli.forumotion.com/philip-g-bell-poetry-f7/pendragon-celtic-inspiration-t44.htm Philip G Bell From my collection Celtic Inspiration. As the early morning light softly broke through mist, on the moors, I watched and waited and my eyes strained as the night gods, shadows through the mist, returned to their halls and left this lonely place to me Too early for even the dawn cries too early for my fellow warriors yet perhaps not too early for his return and I must wait, alert and at my post for he is my lord and I will not let him down Not for ... Philip G. Bell Poetry Wed, 17 Oct 2007 20:29:59 GMT http://barroseditorialpubli.forumotion.com/philip-g-bell-poetry-f7/pendragon-celtic-inspiration-t44.htm#72 http://barroseditorialpubli.forumotion.com/philip-g-bell-poetry-f7/pendragon-celtic-inspiration-t44.htm http://barroseditorialpubli.forumotion.com/philip-g-bell-poetry-f7/not-me-poems-and-scribbles-t74.htm Philip G Bell From my Children's Collection "Poems and Scribbles" Who left the tap on The water running free Who flooded the kitchen? Not me! Who spread the peanut butter Where it should not be Mixed with pickled onions? Not me! Who scared the cat And made the poor thing flee Up upon the highest tree? Not me! Who hid sisters doll Ignoring her doleful plea And flushed it down the toilet? Not me! Who got the best reward For behaviour ... Philip G. Bell Poetry Tue, 23 Oct 2007 13:52:33 GMT http://barroseditorialpubli.forumotion.com/philip-g-bell-poetry-f7/not-me-poems-and-scribbles-t74.htm#155 http://barroseditorialpubli.forumotion.com/philip-g-bell-poetry-f7/not-me-poems-and-scribbles-t74.htm http://barroseditorialpubli.forumotion.com/philip-g-bell-poetry-f7/the-a-to-zoo-poems-and-scribbles-t214.htm Philip G Bell From my Children's Poetry Collection (Poems & Scribbles) An aardvark `appened by chance to view Me watching `im when at the zoo. He nodded gracefully and I did too And greeted each other, "How do you do?" Then next, I went to see the bear, The polar one, with white hair. Perhaps it was because he's old Or living so long in the cold. Then I saw a stripy cat I thought I rather fancy that Better than those fancy llama's A tiger in his striped ... Philip G. Bell Poetry Thu, 29 Nov 2007 19:09:55 GMT http://barroseditorialpubli.forumotion.com/philip-g-bell-poetry-f7/the-a-to-zoo-poems-and-scribbles-t214.htm#425 http://barroseditorialpubli.forumotion.com/philip-g-bell-poetry-f7/the-a-to-zoo-poems-and-scribbles-t214.htm http://barroseditorialpubli.forumotion.com/philip-g-bell-poetry-f7/alone-it-falls-celtic-inspiration-t76.htm Philip G Bell From my collection "Celtic Inspiration" The lonely snowflake Formed by chance, To perform a dance In the winter air. A flake of beauty Crystalline, Concubine Of the Winter King. Floating to and fro, Frosted here, Wind sheer, Tumbling down. Touches a child’s finger Cold felt, Warmth melt Into an angels tear. The child smiles. Thoughts of some More to come. A gift of winter snow. © Philip G. Bell Philip G. Bell Poetry Tue, 23 Oct 2007 14:03:52 GMT http://barroseditorialpubli.forumotion.com/philip-g-bell-poetry-f7/alone-it-falls-celtic-inspiration-t76.htm#157 http://barroseditorialpubli.forumotion.com/philip-g-bell-poetry-f7/alone-it-falls-celtic-inspiration-t76.htm http://barroseditorialpubli.forumotion.com/philip-g-bell-poetry-f7/daddy-s-girl-personal-collection-t209.htm Philip G Bell From my personal collection of poems inspired by my family.

Buttercups between
Your ten tiny toes
Running and skipping
Through the meadows

Pink and white ribbons
In long flowing hair
Swirling around
In the morning air

Laughter and giggles
Infectious to all
Dance for your Daddy
At the Spring Ball

© Philip G. Bell]]> Philip G. Bell Poetry Thu, 22 Nov 2007 13:56:35 GMT http://barroseditorialpubli.forumotion.com/philip-g-bell-poetry-f7/daddy-s-girl-personal-collection-t209.htm#406 http://barroseditorialpubli.forumotion.com/philip-g-bell-poetry-f7/daddy-s-girl-personal-collection-t209.htm http://barroseditorialpubli.forumotion.com/philip-g-bell-poetry-f7/girl-power-personal-collection-t206.htm Philip G Bell From my personal collection of poems inspired by my family. A special bond between father and daughter ... she could twist me round my little finger! A little girl, a little curl The brightest diamond, The smoothest pearl And in her eyes The deepest pool Will pull you in To waters cool A father’s lost He cannot win She has her way Comes from within And no one doubts That love is there It flows right out Just everywhere © Philip G. Bell Philip G. Bell Poetry Tue, 20 Nov 2007 07:28:06 GMT http://barroseditorialpubli.forumotion.com/philip-g-bell-poetry-f7/girl-power-personal-collection-t206.htm#395 http://barroseditorialpubli.forumotion.com/philip-g-bell-poetry-f7/girl-power-personal-collection-t206.htm http://barroseditorialpubli.forumotion.com/philip-g-bell-poetry-f7/lissa-personal-collection-t205.htm Philip G Bell From my personal collection of poems inspired by my family. When my now-grown-up daughter was born, we named her Lissa. When she was old enough for school, she became quite cross when people spelled her name with just one 's' as in Lisa. I wrote this poem in memory of those glorious days. There are two s's in my name I've told you all before One is insufficient It's becoming quite a bore There are two s's in my name I'm cross as I can be One's a different person Two ... Philip G. Bell Poetry Sun, 18 Nov 2007 18:39:05 GMT http://barroseditorialpubli.forumotion.com/philip-g-bell-poetry-f7/lissa-personal-collection-t205.htm#386 http://barroseditorialpubli.forumotion.com/philip-g-bell-poetry-f7/lissa-personal-collection-t205.htm http://barroseditorialpubli.forumotion.com/philip-g-bell-poetry-f7/half-baked-half-baked-t80.htm Philip G Bell From my collection of Humour and Nonsense "Half Baked" Did you see the pie in the sky? Did you see it? Fly so high? And then with a flourish, Empty itself from its dish. Did you see the custard in the lake? Did you see it? Did it bake? In the heat of the noon moon, And curdle all too soon. Did you see the chocolate sauce? Did you see it? So much force? Flowing over the sun, Global chocolate bun. Did you see this crazy verse? Did you see it? Can’t ... Philip G. Bell Poetry Wed, 24 Oct 2007 14:07:38 GMT http://barroseditorialpubli.forumotion.com/philip-g-bell-poetry-f7/half-baked-half-baked-t80.htm#177 http://barroseditorialpubli.forumotion.com/philip-g-bell-poetry-f7/half-baked-half-baked-t80.htm http://barroseditorialpubli.forumotion.com/philip-g-bell-poetry-f7/excuse-half-baked-t81.htm Philip G Bell From my collection of Humour and Nonsense "Half Baked" I leapt from the tooth of a Tiger Into the mouth of a Great White And there, I slept, all night Until the early dawn did break Stretching upon my mattress tongue I rose upon an Albatross into blue skies Passing on route through clouds of butterflies That tickled my nose making me sneeze And as I sneezed I slipped and fell And slid right down a Giraffe’s neck And wondered to myself, what the heck Am ... Philip G. Bell Poetry Wed, 24 Oct 2007 14:11:29 GMT http://barroseditorialpubli.forumotion.com/philip-g-bell-poetry-f7/excuse-half-baked-t81.htm#178 http://barroseditorialpubli.forumotion.com/philip-g-bell-poetry-f7/excuse-half-baked-t81.htm http://barroseditorialpubli.forumotion.com/philip-g-bell-poetry-f7/a-poem-with-bounce-half-baked-t82.htm Philip G Bell From my collection of Humour and Nonsense "Half Baked" Here is a tale from when I was a kid 'bout old Ma Supial , she's no slouch, Raised her kids alone she did Raised them in a pouch They kicked and screamed, quite a bit Which hurt her deep inside But she never, ever thought to quit Though in the sun she fried I have to say she moaned a lot As she bounced along the plain But her Joey's meant a lot to her And her instinct kept her sane So ... Philip G. Bell Poetry Wed, 24 Oct 2007 14:20:25 GMT http://barroseditorialpubli.forumotion.com/philip-g-bell-poetry-f7/a-poem-with-bounce-half-baked-t82.htm#179 http://barroseditorialpubli.forumotion.com/philip-g-bell-poetry-f7/a-poem-with-bounce-half-baked-t82.htm http://barroseditorialpubli.forumotion.com/philip-g-bell-poetry-f7/a-selection-of-haiku-form-and-favour-t73.htm Philip G Bell A small collection of Haiku from my collection "Form and Favour" Chestnut come winter chestnut heat through on glowing embers to warm and nourish © Philip G. Bell Frost morning frost shimmers marking the winter onset tiny jewels of ice © Philip G. Bell Sillabub whip up some haiku sillabub of syllables delight to consume © Philip G. Bell Philip G. Bell Poetry Tue, 23 Oct 2007 13:41:23 GMT http://barroseditorialpubli.forumotion.com/philip-g-bell-poetry-f7/a-selection-of-haiku-form-and-favour-t73.htm#154 http://barroseditorialpubli.forumotion.com/philip-g-bell-poetry-f7/a-selection-of-haiku-form-and-favour-t73.htm http://barroseditorialpubli.forumotion.com/philip-g-bell-poetry-f7/tantrum-town-poems-and-scribbles-t77.htm Philip G Bell From my children's collection "Poems and Scribbles"

Stomping up and stomping down
This is the way in Tantrum Town
Shake your head and yell and shout
Puff your cheeks and lips right out

Lie on the floor and kick your feet
Scream when they say you’re normally sweet
And when there’s a camera make sure you frown
For this is the way in Tantrum Town.

© Philip G. Bell]]> Philip G. Bell Poetry Tue, 23 Oct 2007 14:09:26 GMT http://barroseditorialpubli.forumotion.com/philip-g-bell-poetry-f7/tantrum-town-poems-and-scribbles-t77.htm#158 http://barroseditorialpubli.forumotion.com/philip-g-bell-poetry-f7/tantrum-town-poems-and-scribbles-t77.htm http://barroseditorialpubli.forumotion.com/philip-g-bell-poetry-f7/a-sonnet-for-the-drinking-man-form-and-favour-t71.htm Philip G Bell From a collection of formal poetry "Form and Favour" The form in this sonnet is English or Shakespearean When ere the dreams pass by me in the lane And catch the summer sun within my glass I hold it there for all to contemplate A watchful cat glares back from on the grass No troubled look as such he gave me then Could weigh upon my mind without a care I pondered this as glass took ale to lips And beads of sweat did form beneath my hair. Oh reasoned man at ... Philip G. Bell Poetry Mon, 22 Oct 2007 21:19:13 GMT http://barroseditorialpubli.forumotion.com/philip-g-bell-poetry-f7/a-sonnet-for-the-drinking-man-form-and-favour-t71.htm#147 http://barroseditorialpubli.forumotion.com/philip-g-bell-poetry-f7/a-sonnet-for-the-drinking-man-form-and-favour-t71.htm http://barroseditorialpubli.forumotion.com/philip-g-bell-poetry-f7/billie-bertrand-barrington-bear-poems-scribbles-t45.htm Philip G Bell This is from a poetry for children collection "Poems and Scribbles" Billie Bertrand Barrington Bear Walks with his head, held high in the air And gives the impression, that he doesn’t care That his name is B.B. Barrington Bear Billie Bertrand Barrington Bear Is proud of his name, and I wouldn’t dare To give him a nickname, it wouldn’t be fair To Billie Bertrand Barrington Bear Billie Bertrand Barrington Bear Is always careful to brush his hair He’s so ... Philip G. Bell Poetry Wed, 17 Oct 2007 20:37:45 GMT http://barroseditorialpubli.forumotion.com/philip-g-bell-poetry-f7/billie-bertrand-barrington-bear-poems-scribbles-t45.htm#73 http://barroseditorialpubli.forumotion.com/philip-g-bell-poetry-f7/billie-bertrand-barrington-bear-poems-scribbles-t45.htm