Rock and Roll :DQuote:
Originally Posted by Derby Tup
That is the next part of the project. I'll ring Wembley.
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Rock and Roll :DQuote:
Originally Posted by Derby Tup
That is the next part of the project. I'll ring Wembley.
Ah im not racing either but ive got training in Mytholmroyd so it would be rude not to.Quote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
See you at some BOFRA's or the Waltz soon then
Oh did you edit all the typos
Hi everyone! Glad you are all happy about the article. HHH has worked his socks off to try and get everyone represented and Freckle and I have been helping (probably hindering in my case). I can't wait to see it.:D
Inspirations and Congratulations.
Well done dear boys, dear girls,
Your words set free into the world,
Thousands read poems from the heart,
Inspiring others their writing starts.
Fell running wordsmiths cover the land,
Such wonderful synergy they go hand in hand,
Verse spilling out page after page,
All thanks to Freckle centre stage.
By Matt Harmston
When it comes out will someone send me a copy as im not an FRA member yet
Yes we'll get that sorted nearer the time...so glad everyone is pleased about this Harry has put a great deal of work into making it happen with Hes and I assisting...i can hardly believe that pretty soon we will all be published poets...wow!....thank you to everyone who makes this thread such a warm, lively and creative place!....:) and who knows, the next project could even be a book!!!!....or even a dairy/calender for next year....yer gotta dream big!Quote:
Originally Posted by TurboTom
Ah lovely Tri :)Quote:
Originally Posted by tri-mind
A page?! Front cover more like:DQuote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
HHH you forgot to mention Tri, our resident poet extroardinaire. He has one in too doesn't he.
Happy B'day for tomorrow TurboTom. I didn't realise there was a race at Hebden tomorrow. Was running near there yesterday at Kilnsey and passed through it. Will probably do Burnsall Classic again this year. Anyways, enjoy your bevvie.Quote:
Originally Posted by TurboTom
It just needed one poem published. I can now honestly on my new passport put poet. After all even though i am putting together my poems and self publishing that felt like a bit of a cheat this is someone else publishing me. Woo Hoo. For those who don't know i don't work due to my illness and stay at home looking after family. I feel so good.
Its Hebden in west yorkshire. Ah you did Burnsall, i did the juniorsQuote:
Originally Posted by Hes
A favourite of mine (that may have been mentioned already) is the book of children's poems - When were very young by AA Milne - of Winnie the Poo Fame. Its the one I buy for all my nieces and nephews.
Here is one of my favourites
James James
Morrison Morrison
Weatherby George Dupree
Took great
Care of his Mother
Though he was only three.
James James
Said to his Mother,
"Mother," he said, said he;
"You must never go down to the end of the town, if
you don't go down with me."
James James
Morrison's Mother
Put on a golden gown,
James James
Morrison's Mother
Drove to the end of the town.
James James
Morrison's Mother
Said to herself, said she:
"I can get right down to the end of the town and be
back in time for tea."
King John
Put up a notice,
"LOST or STOLEN or STRAYED!
JAMES JAMES
MORRISON'S MOTHER
SEEMS TO HABE BEEN MISLAID.
LAST SEEN
WANDERING VAGUELY
QUITE OF HER OWN ACCORD,
SHE TRIED TO GET DOWN TO THE END OF
THE TOWN - FORTY SHILLINGS REWARD!
James James
Morrison Morrison
(Commonly known as Jim)
Told his
Other relations
Not to go blaming him.
James James
Said to his Mother,
"Mother," he said, said he,
"You must never go down to the end of the town with-
out consulting me."
James James
Morrison's Mother
Hasn't been heard of since.
King John
Said he was sorry,
So did the Queen and Prince.
King John
(Somebody told me)
Said to a man he knew:
"If people go down to the end of the town, well, what
can anyone do?"
(Now then, very softly)
J. J.
M. M.
W. G. du P.
Took great
C/o his M*****
Though he was only 3.
J. J.
Said to his M*****
"M*****," he said, said he:
"You-must-never-go-down-to-the-end-of-the-town-if-
you-don't-go-down-with ME!"
If I ever get to a XOTF type do, this will be my party piece
What Hebden Bridge? I'm a bit confused now. Not Hebden near Burnsall? I blame my southern roots. I have only lived up here for 16 years and I know you have to have been here for generations to be considered a Yorkshire person!!:) Could also be why I needed to go on the FRA navigation course!Quote:
Originally Posted by TurboTom
Hi Antisocial...haven't heard that in years, thanks!
Off for my tea, see you later.
yep hebden bridgeQuote:
Originally Posted by Hes
Very amusing anti social :DQuote:
Originally Posted by Antisocial
I am buying my beret and wearing it at a jaunty angle and growing a goatee beard and quoting sartre. I think i may be taking this a little too far. I need to sit down.
I'll second that Woo Hoo Tri! :DQuote:
Originally Posted by tri-mind
excitement abounds
fell poetry is published
in Fellrunner mag!
:D
That's nowt Tri I am modelling myself on Pablo Neruda's mistress "la chascona" which apparently means woman with the messy hair......:)Quote:
Originally Posted by tri-mind
Like that DT...cool :cool:
speaking of Neruda, it just ain't friday night around here without one of his offerings....
Your Breast Is Enough
Pablo Neruda
Your breast is enough for my heart,
and my wings for your freedom.
What was sleeping above your soul will rise
out of my mouth to heaven.
In you is the illusion of each day.
You arrive like the dew to the cupped flowers.
You undermine the horizon with your absence.
Eternally in flight like the wave.
I have said that you sang in the wind
like the pines and like the masts.
Like them you are tall and taciturn,
and you are sad, all at once, like a voyage.
You gather things to you like an old road.
You are peopled with echoes and nostalgic voices.
I awoke and at times the birds fled and migrated
that had been sleeping in your soul.
I'm so excited I'm seriously considering phoning my mum to tell her. I'll be 46 in May and it might take a bit of explaining why I'm now named after a sheep but what the hell :D:cool:
Derby Tup will you be coming for a drink int Shoulder of MuttonQuote:
Originally Posted by Derby Tup
Unlikely Tom. I'm giving a mate a lift over and he needs to get back home as soon as possible after finishingQuote:
Originally Posted by TurboTom
Nay worriesQuote:
Originally Posted by Derby Tup
Where is the finish
Aw, she should be very proud !!! can you also tell her from me that her son has written so many wonderful haiku that he merits a book of his own on the subject!...perhaps illustrated by Hes? :)Quote:
Originally Posted by Derby Tup
Mytholmroyd Community centre I think iirc the finish is similar if not the same as the Good Shepherd Classic :)Quote:
Originally Posted by TurboTom
ha ha, that really made me laugh DT. Bet she'll still be proud of you, sheepish or not. I think I am probably sometimes the black sheep of the family but hey, ho.Quote:
Originally Posted by Derby Tup
I am celebrating with chocolate and a luvverly cup of tea (I have had a trying day). I must choose a poet to model myself on, not Plath, that is the road to sadness and suicide; Pablo's muse has been taken (probably by Pablo lots of times, hey hey), maybe I should go for Pam Ayres after last night's efforts!:D
there's always the poet laurete Carol Ann Duffy...apparently you get loads of free sherry or something with the title!.....:)Quote:
Originally Posted by Hes
you should read the book.Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
"Half way down the stairs" - which was nicked and put to music by the muppet's is in there, along with this.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W_Z5L...eature=related
you could be on to something there Freckle! Whisky would be preferable but I could work on it.Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
Thanks freckle, that is very kind :)Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
You know I was never interested in poetry before but like you and everyone else find this thread fun, friendly and informative :cool:
Quote:
Originally Posted by Derby Tup
I'll soon put a stop to that!
At last a real challenge:D
God, I used to be able to recite all of this when I was a kid. I had a load of poetry by AA Milne including one called 'now we are six' I think.Quote:
Originally Posted by Antisocial
I think we have the book somewhere in the kids room! i have vague memories of this song and "that" voice from my childhood! :DQuote:
Originally Posted by Antisocial
Now We Are Six - A.A. Milne
When I was one
I had just begun
When I was two
I was nearly new
When I was three
I was hardly me
When I was four
I was not much more
When I was five
I was just alive
But now I am six,
I'm as clever as clever;
so I think I'll be six now
for ever and ever
baking baked potatos
takes so much blooming time
they stay all hard for ages
and are very hard to rhyme
i really wish I'd thought this through
and gone for something faster
I'm feeling very hungry
and should have just had pasta
(Pam...eat you heart out Mrs!:D)
and I raise youQuote:
Originally Posted by Hes
Little Boy kneels at the foot of the bed,
Droops on the little hands little gold head.
Hush! Hush! Whisper who dares!
Christopher Robin is saying his prayers.
God bless Mummy. I know that's right.
Wasn't it fun in the bath tonight?
The cold's so cold, and the hot's so hot.
Oh! God bless Daddy - I quite forgot.
If I open my fingers a little bit more,
I can see Nanny's dressing-gown on the door.
It's a beautiful blue, but it hasn't a hood.
Oh! God bless Nanny and make her good.
Mine has a hood, and I lie in bed,
And pull the hood right over my head,
And I shut my eyes, and I curl up small,
And nobody knows that I'm there at all.
Oh! Thank you, God, for a lovely day.
And what was the other I had to say?
I said "Bless Daddy," so what can it be?
Oh! Now I remember it. God bless Me.
Little Boy kneels at the foot of the bed,
Droops on the little hands little gold head.
Hush! Hush! Whisper who dares!
Christopher Robin is saying his prayers
anyone know anything that rhymes with Quorn?;)
I love that verse Hes, especially as I have my own lttle 6 year old at the minute!...
i have retrieved "now we are six" from the kids bedroom and with it this lovely little poem:
The Mirror
Between the woods the afternoon
Its fallen in a golden swoon,
The sun looks down from quiet skies
To where a quiet water lies,
And silent trees stoop down to the trees.
And there I saw a white swan make
Another white swan in the lake;
And, breast to breast, both motionless,
They waited for the wind's caress. . .
And all the water was at ease.