Thanks...you know what its been said before but i really value this thread and the creative, colloborative friendships that have arisen from it......and now I must sleep, na night all xQuote:
Originally Posted by Hes
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Thanks...you know what its been said before but i really value this thread and the creative, colloborative friendships that have arisen from it......and now I must sleep, na night all xQuote:
Originally Posted by Hes
when I'm feeling lonely
and sad that its me only
I tend to head out for a hilly run
often feeling brighter
my evening is much lighter
when I have a nibble on a homebaked bun
if things get really bad
and I'm feeling very sad
its chocolate that will shed a little sun
that is probably my best work I think you'll agree!;):D
(and for the record, I am quite a happy soul most of the time)
Me too, Freckle. Goodnight and I hope you get some much needed rest.xxQuote:
Originally Posted by freckle
Choc.
You like your choc dark in the here and now,
I like to eat willies i think you would to,
Up to 100 % darkness, wow all that cacao,
When alone with a chocolate bar you cannot be blue.
The bitter fruity taste of ecuadorian choc,
Dark and luscious melting on your tongue,
Careful not to eat it late in the o'clock,
Enjoy the hidden delights you can't go wrong.
By Matthew Harmston.
songbirds announce dawn
Robin, Blackbird and Song Thrush
harbingers of spring
Derby T this is so lovely, beautiful imagery....I adore spring it is probably my fave season and I can't wait for it this year...there are so many gorgeous optimistic poems written in the name of spring...about rebirth, new life and potentiality ....something to look forward to in itself! this one is from the "The Four Seasons" book from the everyman pocket poet series ....Quote:
Originally Posted by Derby Tup
Spring Song II by Jean Garrigue
And now my spring beauties,
Things of the earth,
Beetles, shards and wings of moth
And snail houses left
From last summer’s wreck,
Now spring smoke
Of the burned dead leaves
And veils of the scent
Of some secret plant,
Come, my beauties, teach me,
Let me have your wild surprise,
Yes, and tell me on my knees
Of your new life.
Gorgeous DT! That makes me happy...this has been the first morning that I noticed the birds singing this year too. Won't be long before they are waking me up at 4.30am and I'm cursing them again.;)Quote:
Originally Posted by Derby Tup
I still think Today's poet says Today's pest and this is for anyone who has the same problem. You need to read it out loud and a quickly as possible :cool:
Pest by John Cooper Clarke
The pest pulled up, propped his pushbike at a pillar box, pulled his 'peen, paused at a post and pissed.
'Piss in the proper place' pronounced a perturbed pedestrian, and presently, this particular part of the planet was plunged into a panorama of public pressure and pleasure through pain.
The pandemonium prompted the police, who patrolled the precinct in panda cars, to pull up and peruse the problem, while pickpockets picked pockets in pairs.
'Arrest the pest who so pointedly pissed in that public place' pleaded the peeved people, practically palpitating.
The powerful police picked up the pest: pronounced him a poof, a pansy, a punk rocker, a pinko, a poodle poker. they picked him up, pummeled his pelvis, punctured his pipes, played ping-pong with his pubic parts, and packed him in a place of penal putrifaction.
The period in prison prooved pitiless. the pendulous pressure of a painless personality purge prompted the pest to ponder upon progessive politics... and a workable prognosis.
He put pen to paper and provatively and persuasively propogated his personal political premise -- pity: a police provacateur put poison pellets in the pest's porridge. the police provacateur was promoted, and the pest was presented with the Pulitzer peace prize... posthumously.
Bird Doctor makes typoQuote:
Originally Posted by Hes
Curses the mistake
Cured Now
ha, ha that's clever Merry! I just discovered the edit button. Could save me some embarrassment in future.Quote:
Originally Posted by merrylegs
Cor blimey that's alliteration gone mad!;)...my keyboard is covered in saliva and my tongue is tied up in knots.Quote:
Originally Posted by Derby Tup
:pRoses are red
Violets are blue
I need a shit
so im off to the loo :D
I always really enjoy this thread even though I just don't know enough poetry to be able to contribute properly or, on one or two less than noteable occasions, sensibly. Yes I've tried scouring the net for pointedly meaningful poems that immediately state my feelings/express my views/encapsulate nature in all its wonder/waffle on about whatever I think worthy of waffling on about, but ummm... most poems on the net are either crap or don't exactly express my feelings :rolleyes:. Surprise, surprise :D
All the same its still lovely to read and occasionally stunning. Its something to do with spending so much time running alone in the wilds that brings out my spiritual side I think :cool:. Keep up the good work chaps and chapesses.
Man as God. {Not Ready}
Water envelopes me,
Rejuvenated naked ,
Primal filth begone,
Created becomes creator.
Astride the earth,
Adapt,create,destroy,
Not ready too late,
Responsibility, power.
Endless night filth,
Scorched earth water gone,
Too much too early,
Earth is quiet.
By Matt Harmston
What lovely comments Stolly...i think sometimes the internet is disappointing, poem hunter.com is OK but still frustrating at times...I find Robert Frost's work in particular to be quite subtle and sophisticated when talking about the natural environment and its relation to humans! the BBC poetry homepage is quite nice to browse...what's really nice about this thread though is that people are prepared to have a go, even if they are not sure....I would like to write more fell running inspired poems and need to get out on the fells a bit more to get some inspiration and make some observations....Quote:
Originally Posted by Stolly
I do them occasionally..i know this is gonna sound bad but dont take offence but when people post poems from other places i dont find the thread as interesting as when people write them...no matter how silly they are. (see mine above)Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
Tom, the nice thing about folk posting poetry on the thread they've not written is it introduces new poets to the other forumites. I wasn't into poetry at all before the thread but have learnt of many great poets from it. Mossy in particular seems to find some great stuff to post :cool:
That's not to say I don't appreciate fellow forumites verse. Much of it is moving, sad, funny, poignant and generally great! :):)
No problem there TurboTom, your point certainly isn't offensive. I imagine that lots of different people have different ideas about the thread but it is great that it has so many fans.Quote:
Originally Posted by TurboTom
I love reading all the poetry choices because I am a big fan of poetry and a few of us have been enjoying expressing our emotions or ideas using works by other poets when we are unable to write our own stuff as well as sharing works that we find interesting or moving. It has also provoked some great discussions. The original work that forumites have written is some of the most exciting stuff on here and it is brilliant to see so many people having a go. I think there is definitely room for both.:)
Couldn't have put it better myself! it is great to have both but the main thing is that people can take take what they want from the thread...Quote:
Originally Posted by Hes
P.S. me thinks the success of this thread will become self evident very soon......
this morning's brief Spring theme made me think more generally about the new....and the future...
Turn on a new light
Ben Okri
The new era is already here:
Here the new time begins anew.
The new era happens every day,
Every day is a new world,
A new calendar.
All great moments, all great eras,
Are just every moment
And every day writ large.
Thousands of years of loving, failing, killing,
Creating, surprising, oppressing,
And thinking ought now to start
To bear fruit, to deliver their rich harvest.
Will you be at the harvest,
Among the gatherers of new fruits?
Then you must begin today to remake
Your mental and spiritual world,
And join the warriors and celebrants
Of freedom, realisers of great dreams.
You can't remake the world
Without remaking yourself.
Each new era begins within.
It is an inward event,
With unsuspected possibilities
For inner liberation.
We could use it to turn on
Our inward lights.
We could use it to use even the dark
And negative things positively.
We could use the new era
To clean our eyes,
To see the world differently,
To see ourselves more clearly.
Only free people can make a free world.
Infect the world with your light.
Help fulfill the golden prophecies.
Press forward the human genius.
Our future is greater than our past.
Some poetry books are really special, I have a lovely edition of W B Yeats early love poems, it is just one of those books where it is a pleasure to slowly leaf through each page and enjoy both the poems, the illustrations and the aesthetic look of the book itself as well the texture....
The early poems
of a poet to his beloved
on yellowed pages
imprints of two entwined
and a purple ribbon
placed on the page
of a memorable stanza
The song of wandering Aeungus
by W B Yeats
I went out to the hazel wood,Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.
When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire aflame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And someone called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.
Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.
Birth.
New life erupts violently screaming,
Crying into the brave new world,
Gasping air, blood teeming,
Body in shock life unfurled.
Blurred vision,deafening noise,
In dark and light primal fright,
Mothers smell,mothers voice,
Mothers arms ,safe at night.
By Matthew Harmston.
Tri this is really interesting, some very good observations ...love the line "body in shock life unfurled"....wonderful stuffQuote:
Originally Posted by tri-mind
How are you today Freckle ?. Are you going to be on the thread tonight or will it be later like yesterday. I'm undecided at the moment need something to eat to clear my mind.
Lovely choice freckle :) Think I need to look further at Yeats' work
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Originally Posted by freckle
Evening Tri I am well although a bit tired...that said i think i will pop on here again after tea and kids a bed!...just don't know how long I will last, I keep saying I will have an early night and it ain't happening but i do get a mini lie in tomorrow!.....speak soon :)Quote:
Originally Posted by tri-mind
Along the way, this thread has produced some wonderful fell running poetry. Freckle, Hes and I have spent some time collating them and then choosing our favourites. Then we had an idea. A quick conversation with the editor of the FRA magazine followed and we've kindly been granted two pages of the next edition for a selection of everyone's poems. We tried to include one from every contributor and have a lovely long list of poets...
One Off Poet
Old Whippet
Mossdog
Hes
Harry H Howgill
Freckle
One Off Poet
Turbo Tom
Derby Tup
X-Runner
Ian Dark Peak
Merrylegs
Neil Wootton
Stevie
We hope that none of you mind being included in our choice of favourites.
I think this deserves a whole page to itself! :DQuote:
Originally Posted by Hes
Harry, I like fact One Off Poet gets two entries on list :cool: Thanks you guys for sorting that! :)
That's great i can hardly wait to see it. When's the next one due ?. When did this come about ?. Another thing for freckle to be proud of being the originator of the thread. Does she know yet ?.
ha ha That's my editing skills for you! :DQuote:
Originally Posted by Derby Tup
I can't remember when the idea first came about, but Freckle and Hes have been closely involved throughout. It must be due in February / March. I'm sure it'll say on another part of the forum.Quote:
Originally Posted by tri-mind
:cool: I know we discussed putting some stuff in the magazine a few months ago but its lovely its coming about. Are the poems going to be credited and if so do you propose forum names or real ones? :)Quote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
WOW...which poemQuote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
We kept people's forum names which we thought was in the spirit of things. Each one is credited to the author.Quote:
Originally Posted by Derby Tup
X Country (post 2238)Quote:
Originally Posted by TurboTom
An easy choice to include - definately a favourite.
[QUOTE=freckle;298590][LEFT]Some poetry books are really special, I have a lovely edition of W B Yeats early love poems, it is just one of those books where it is a pleasure to slowly leaf through each page and enjoy both the poems, the illustrations and the aesthetic look of the book itself as well the texture..QUOTE]
That sounds like a lovely book. I have a gorgeous collection of Pablo Neruda's Odes that has graphite illustrations in it and is hardbound with cloth. I treasure it.
Mr DunnQuote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
Youve made my day mate, you really have
Thanks a lot :D
Il work on a birthday poem later on tonight....its my Bday tomoz..if you are doing the Hebden come int Shoulder of Mutton for a drink after
That's great! Maybe we can go on a poetry reading tour together after we're all published! :DQuote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
Mr Turbo :DQuote:
Originally Posted by TurboTom
I like the formality! You deserve full credit for your poetry. I love it. Can't wait for your birthday one.
I'll not be racing tomorrow, but good luck to you.