Good night folks....continue to embarras me with your great poetic ability
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Good night folks....continue to embarras me with your great poetic ability
Enjoy your run with ponies. Have a good 'un.
Was it Robert Shaw (Quint) who said that? Not seen jaws in years, best part of the film:cool:Quote:
Originally Posted by tri-mind
It was indeed.
Here's a question which poet would you be if you had to chose as some supreme being is forcing you to change lives.
Night night Merry. Good luck with the run tomorrow.
My memory's not as bad as i thought.Quote:
Originally Posted by tri-mind
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CQfBGrfIaMc
erm id quite like to be you really....some cracking poetryQuote:
Originally Posted by tri-mind
Good night all. It has been another classic night.
Sir you make me blush i'm just some old hack who doesn't possess an english gcse and doesn't know how to punctuate. Thank you very much your compliment is appreciated. Seriously the above is true i just have a deep well to go from due to my bipolar disorder gives me a lot to write about.
Well perhaps it is about raw feeling instead of academic and literary excellence. It is far to easy to get caught up in using big words but nothing catches a moment in time as well as simple, rythmical vocabulary.Quote:
Originally Posted by tri-mind
To be honest, I have never wanted to be anyone else because by my reckoning, most poets that I love and admire had really tough lives in some way or other, broken hearts, killed in the war, suicidal, died from consumption, stony broke, starving etc. Maybe that is why their work is so poignant and creative. I wouldn't have minded being a muse for one or two though.;)Quote:
Originally Posted by tri-mind
Too true TT. If it is hard to write, then you are writing about the wrong thing.Quote:
Originally Posted by TurboTom
Night HHH, you sleep well.Quote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
That's really well put TT and very true. Tri does have a rare talent too.Quote:
Originally Posted by TurboTom
You too Hes.Quote:
Originally Posted by Hes
Night all.
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Originally Posted by Hes
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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
Goodnight all, take care and be happy, look into the well Matt, but don't fall in, we need you here:)Quote:
Originally Posted by tri-mind
I think I will head off for my bath now. Night everyone and thanks for a lovely evening!
Bath-Song
Sing hey! For the bath at close of day
that washes the weary mud away
A loon is he that will not sing
O! Water Hot is a noble thing!
O! Sweet is the sound of falling rain,
and the brook that leaps from hill to plain;
but better then rain or rippling streams
is Water Hot that smokes and steams.
O! Water cold we may pour at need
down a thirsty throat and be glad indeed
but better is beer if drink we lack,
and Water Hot poured down the back.
O! Water is fair that leaps on high
in a fountain white beneath the sky;
but never did fountain sound so sweet
as splashing Hot Water with my feet!
JRR Tolkien
I to will say Goodnight until tomorrow everyone.
Favourite
When they ask me, "Who's your favourite poet?"
I'd better not mention you,
Though you certainly are my favourite poet
And I like your poems too.
Wendy Cope
Morning HHH how's things today.
I like that HHH, Wendy is great. I need to get off of here and go for the long run I promised myself...better take a notebook and pen in case inspiration strikes. I need a new running watch, do you think I can get a garmin with a dictaphone? (I should point out that I've never owned a garmin as I think you would probably need a degree in computer science to work one or is that just me being a luddite?:o)Quote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
There is a lovely quote from Ted Hughes regards Wendy Cope on the back cover of her "Two Cures for Love". It goes...Quote:
Originally Posted by Hes
"I like your deadpan fearless sort of way of whacking the nail on the head - when everyone else is trying to hang pictures on it."
Which is a beautiful way of putting it. I have to agree.
A garmin with a dictaphone would be a wonderful thing. So many ideas come to me when running, but get lost again before I get back. You could pinpoint the grid reference each time inspiration strikes too!
Have a great poetry-inducing run
Harry
Having a pleasantly lazy day thanks. Haircut, wandering round book shops and planning days out in the hills.Quote:
Originally Posted by tri-mind
Woooo..im putting together a bday poem
Mouth and Tongue
He belongs to her,
like a tongue to its mouth,
and the soft lips on her skull
seek him out,
as do the soft lips
on the bony mount.
He came this way
and forever changed the shape
of the ether in her rooms,
opened up the window
in the ceiling to her sky.
He held a cluster,
a loose cascade of rubies,
blue sapphires
and a solitary diamond
in his palm.
And while he spoke the words,
poem of his heart,
so she would know at last
with the forefront of her mind,
and cease forgetting,
he hung the gently sparkling stones
from every point in the space
wherein they stood.
Then he looked up,
silent, his smile trembling,
and watched her face
as she realised who he was,
what he had done.
For she belongs to him
like a mouth belongs
to its tongue.
Alisha Sufit
Sand of Time
My friend is drowning in the sand,
and we stand by and watch.
Like others, I stretch out a hand,
but there is little we can do.
We talk and laugh,
though weep in hiding,
entertain to pass the time,
while she is slowly sinking down,
to take her mind away from pain
of where this ends,
to help her tarry with the Now.
She half pretends it can’t be so.
A potion must soon be devised
to contradict this fate.
A bird down from the cloud will come
and take her off before it is too late.
The giant sole of time’s foot falls
and shadows all of us at last.
I hear the numbers
called out at the boating lake -
“Come in number 3! Your time is up!”
So helplessly we stand and watch
as the reaper drains her cup.
Still patiently she waits, with dignity and grace.
She’s rarely out of sorts within her mind.
She stares death bravely in the face.
But now a tiny edge of anger has crept in
as she counts the shortening hours
and sees there’s no escape.
The station of departure looms.
Life rules, a titan mocking our small powers.
We’re but a million tiny pawns
destined for a million tombs.
Alisha Sufit
Wow!!!
Moss Dog, those have to be two of the most powerful poems that we've had. I love them both and so very different. The passion of the first is incredible. Thanks for discovering her. I've just read that she is a poet, artist and musician!
What a great quote! I'm typing as I stretch my hamstrings after a two hour very hilly run. I think I have a couple poems in me as a result. Sounds like you had a nice day HHH.Quote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
And Happy Birthday to TurboTom...looking forward to that poem.
Lying asleep between the strokes of night
I saw my love lean over my sad bed,
Pale as the duskiest lily's leaf or head
Smooth-skinned and dark, with bare throat made to bite
Too wan for blushing and too warm for white,
But perfect-coloured without white or red
And her lips opened amorously, and said -
I wist not what, saving one word - Delight
And all her face was honey to my mouth,
And all her body pasture to mine eyes
The long lithe arms and hotter hands than fire
The quivering flanks, hair smelling of the south,
The bright light feet, the splendid supple thighs
And glittering eyelids of my soul's desire
Love and Sleep
Algernon Charles Swinburne
five foot feisty friend
I bound up the hills smiling
wearing her hug
Gosh, I can see it is going to be one of those nights! This is gorgeous DT.Quote:
Originally Posted by Derby Tup
Might have to wait a bit for that Hes, he's out filling his face with 'all you can eat' Chinese at 'Nobby Long's';)Quote:
Originally Posted by Hes
Bloody hell DT! And it's not even the watershed yet:eek:Quote:
Originally Posted by Derby Tup
But why's his bed sad???????:confused:
I think those Howgills must be very special. Harry H came back fired up t' other day and Mossy's obviously had an inspirational outing there today :cool:
ha ha! I did think that it was unusual that a young guy like Turbo would spend his birthday posting poetry on the thread but then I told myself off for making assumptions!:DQuote:
Originally Posted by merrylegs
:eek: I thought it was 9 o' clock, err, honest. Maybe his bed's sad because he is alone and only dreaming of his love :(:)Quote:
Originally Posted by Mossdog
Getting a bit chilly, done my stretches, off for a wash and to get some woolies on. See you later.
Or maybe it's sad cos it's not made up:DQuote:
Originally Posted by Derby Tup
Off for some food now, didn't eat enough today:rolleyes:
Nice to see you Andy, great weather as well;)