Today's poet

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Originally Posted by Alf

Lovely poem that freckle :cool: Did you finish 'Great Expectations' by the way?

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Ha ha ! there is no getting past you Alf is there? i nearly mentioned that this poem was inspired by Dickens....I haven't got very far but am enjoying it....i should in fact be reading it now but have been drawn away! :-)

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Originally Posted by Alf

"and you can barely catch
your breath because you're thrilled and terrified."

Just like I felt doing the Kielder Borderer last weekend!

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You did it? well done you! I thought you were still nursing an injury...well I am off now to see what happens to Pip next...at this rate I will still be reading the book in a years time! na night!

That just made me laugh a lot!!! Cheers HHH.

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

If you can keep your head,
When all about you are losing theirs,
Then why not treat yourself
To one of my exceedingly good cakes.

Kipling

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I really like this Freckle, its good to see some more of your poems here. I seem to have lost the creative streak right now (well, poetrywise anyway).

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Originally Posted by freckle

Chaos theory

Imagine
On one selected day
You didn’t exchange those few words
There was a distinct lack of coincidence
No cognitions of “what if” and “but I shouldn’t”.

A moment gone
As the long chain of iron
Stretched on, retaining its grip
On a self oblivious to permutation
And only dimly aware
Of the wilting tulips.

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Gives me the shivers that one NB!
There's certain bits of forest/woodland that I hate passing through alone, but one especially that I WILL NOT pass through alone and that is up at Osmotherley, above Mount Grace Priory just before the TV/Radio station....do you know where I mean?
It really freaks me out up there!

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Originally Posted by Nee Bother

Alone in the Woods

Under the trees
where no-one goes
a sound
a smell
you sense it there
as you stroll along

Among the leaves
where you can't see
a noise
a shape
you feel a shudder
and move quickly on

Somewhere back there
you'll never know
some thing
some one
was anything there
or my mind all along?

NB

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The Way Through the Woods


They shut the road through the woods
Seventy years ago.
Weather and rain have undone it again,
And now you would never know
There was once a road through the woods
Before they planted the trees.
It is underneath the coppice and heath,
And the thin anemones.
Only the keeper sees
That, where the ring-dove broods,
And the badgers roll at ease,
There was once a road through the woods.

Yet, if you enter the woods
Of a summer evening late,
When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed pools
Where the otter whistles his mate.
(They fear not men in the woods,
Because they see so few)
You will hear the beat of a horse's feet,
And the swish of a skirt in the dew,
Steadily cantering through
The misty solitudes,
As though they perfectly knew
The old lost road through the woods. . . .
But there is no road through the woods.

Rudyard Kipling

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Originally Posted by freckle

Chaos theory

Imagine
On one selected day
You didn’t exchange those few words
There was a distinct lack of coincidence
No cognitions of “what if” and “but I shouldn’t”.

A moment gone
As the long chain of iron
Stretched on, retaining its grip
On a self oblivious to permutation
And only dimly aware
Of the wilting tulips.

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Like this :-) seems simple but very powerful

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Originally Posted by Mountain Goatess

The Way Through the Woods


They shut the road through the woods
Seventy years ago.
Weather and rain have undone it again,
And now you would never know
There was once a road through the woods
Before they planted the trees.
It is underneath the coppice and heath,
And the thin anemones.
Only the keeper sees
That, where the ring-dove broods,
And the badgers roll at ease,
There was once a road through the woods.

Yet, if you enter the woods
Of a summer evening late,
When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed pools
Where the otter whistles his mate.
(They fear not men in the woods,
Because they see so few)
You will hear the beat of a horse's feet,
And the swish of a skirt in the dew,
Steadily cantering through
The misty solitudes,
As though they perfectly knew
The old lost road through the woods. . . .
But there is no road through the woods.

Rudyard Kipling

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Nearly as good as mine!!!! :-)
Enjoyed reading that MG, also quite enjoying this thread.
Never read any poetry, (don't understand most of it) but enjoy writing a rhyme or ditty.
But some of the stuff on here is....how can i put it.... opening me up??
Keep posting chaps

There's a place near me called Cat Wood
Where it is too still and too quiet beneath the trees
And there is a single gravestone,
Dead centre

I like this very much, simple and effective...is it yours?

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Originally Posted by wormstone

There's a place near me called Cat Wood
Where it is too still and too quiet beneath the trees
And there is a single gravestone,
Dead centre

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