Today's poet

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Originally Posted by merrylegs

Or maybe it's sad cos it's not made up:D
Off for some food now, didn't eat enough today:rolleyes:
Nice to see you Andy, great weather as well;)

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Good to see you too Steve. Beautiful day for fell running poets :D

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Originally Posted by Mossdog

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

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This is gorgeous as was DT's offering, nice haiku Hes...evening all, especially the birthday boy! :)

Calderdale mist clears
revealing Stoodley Pike to
smiling fellrunners

:)

Well it is still early days, but there has been some stunning choices so far. Plus I love your haikus DT and Hes. Top effin alliteration. :D

Looking forward to TT's birthday offerings too.

no moon no stars no
sunset stolen by the mist
darkest night beckons

When You've Got
Helen Dunmore

When you have got the plan of your life
matched to the time it will take
but you just want to press SHIFT/BREAK
and print over and over
this is not what I was after
this is not what I was after.

when you have finally stripped out the house
with its iron-cold fireplace,
its mouldings, its mortgage,
its single -skin walls
but you want to write in the plaster
"This is not what I was after"

when you've got the rainbow-clad baby
in his state -of-the-art pushchair
but he arches back at you
and pulps his Activity Centre
and you just want to whisper
"This is not what I was after"

when the vacuum seethes and whines in the lounge
and the waste disposal unit blows,
when tenners settle in your account
like snow hitting a stove,
when you get a chat from your spouse
about marriage and personal growth,

when a wino comes to sleep in your porch
in your Citizen's Charter
and you know a hostel's opening soon
but your headache's closer
and you really want to torch
the bundle of rags and newspaper

and you'll say to the newspaper
"This is not what we were after,
this is not what we were after"

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

Well it is still early days, but there has been some stunning choices so far. Plus I love your haikus DT and Hes. Top effin alliteration. :D

Looking forward to TT's birthday offerings too.

no moon no stars no
sunset stolen by the mist
darkest night beckons

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Gorgeous haiku HHH!

Alas my running inspired poem will have to wait as I have been asked round to my friends for tea and a jam (of the musical kind not the fruit and sugar sort). I must leave this world of passion and poetry for one of boozy musos. Hope you all have a good night.

Glad to hear DT and Merry had a good run at Hebden today.

Hes might like this one from my new poetry book

One had a lovely face
And two or three had charm
But charm and grace were in vain
Beacause the mountain grass
Cannot but keep the form
Where the mountain hare has lain

Memory W. B. Yeats

There's a chinese called Nobby Longs ???????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.

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Originally Posted by Derby Tup

Calderdale mist clears
revealing Stoodley Pike to
smiling fellrunners

:)

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Aye, it was an erie sight with just the top showing, wish i'd taken a camera, folk were skiing up there two weeks ago:eek:

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Originally Posted by tri-mind

There's a chinese called Nobby Longs ???????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.

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Not sure if thats it's name but last time i ordered, that was the reply:D

Fell Poet.

Way back when i was a young boy,
Such simple things would bring me joy,
Kicking balls and scraping knees,
Scrumping apples climbing trees,
If life was only that simple again,
Something joyful to ease the pain,
It came in the guise of rocky fell,
I'd run up lots to escape from hell,
Another thing to that did save me,
Was to be with others who love poetry,
I can write my verse with open heart,
To give to others and watch friendships start.

By Matt Harmston.

Ha Ha you mean they said your food no be long.

Good stuff Matt :)

How's your training going? You getting out?

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Originally Posted by tri-mind

Fell Poet.

Way back when i was a young boy,
Such simple things would bring me joy,
Kicking balls and scraping knees,
Scrumping apples climbing trees,
If life was only that simple again,
Something joyful to ease the pain,
It came in the guise of rocky fell,
I'd run up lots to escape from hell,
Another thing to that did save me,
Was to be with others who love poetry,
I can write my verse with open heart,
To give to others and watch friendships start.

By Matt Harmston.

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Yeah been able too spending a lot of time in edale next week.

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Originally Posted by Hes

Gorgeous haiku HHH!

Alas my running inspired poem will have to wait as I have been asked round to my friends for tea and a jam (of the musical kind not the fruit and sugar sort). I must leave this world of passion and poetry for one of boozy musos. Hope you all have a good night.

Glad to hear DT and Merry had a good run at Hebden today.

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Now that sounds like a fab night out!......

Wandering star is off for a jam
instead of a night of good ol Pam
(Ayres).....have fun Hes!

90 Second poem.

A scream in the night,
From a rose to a gun,
Sweating shaking feral fright,
Hammer bat get up run,
Blinding light empty pain,
Fall down bloodied to the floor,
Cold and muddied by the rain,
Crawling slowly to the door,
I wake with a start in my bed,
Only to realise it was in my head.

By Matt Harmston.

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Originally Posted by tri-mind

Fell Poet.

Way back when i was a young boy,
Such simple things would bring me joy,
Kicking balls and scraping knees,
Scrumping apples climbing trees,
If life was only that simple again,
Something joyful to ease the pain,
It came in the guise of rocky fell,
I'd run up lots to escape from hell,
Another thing to that did save me,
Was to be with others who love poetry,
I can write my verse with open heart,
To give to others and watch friendships start.

By Matt Harmston.

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I found this poem so moving Tri, it brought me close to tears...thank you for posting x

Thank you freckle that is very kind.Did the race you were going to do get re scheduled or are you doing another one ?.

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Originally Posted by tri-mind

Thank you freckle that is very kind.Did the race you were going to do get re scheduled or are you doing another one ?.

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To be honest I have had such a hectic time over the past two weeks I haven't given much thought to races, however I am thinking of doing High Cup Nick which I think is at the end of Feb...i went to my running club the other night and was shocked by how much fitness I have lost over the Xmas period but I am determined to get back on track and am still aiming for 10 fell races this year, come hell or high water (read selling my house!!!!) including the Anniversary Waltz...be good to see you at some if you are about :)

Yep doing the Anni myself and my 8 year old Dylan might do the junior race for his age.

Body of a woman
Pablo Neruda

Body of a woman, white hills, white thighs,
you look like a world, lying in surrender.
My rough peasant's body digs in you
and makes the son leap from the depth of the earth.

I was alone like a tunnel. The birds fled from me,
and night swamped me with its crushing invasion.
To survive myself I forged you like a weapon,
like an arrow in my bow, a stone in my sling.

But the hour of vengeance falls, and I love you.
Body of skin, of moss, of eager and firm milk.
Oh the goblets of the breast! Oh the eyes of absence!
Oh the roses of the pubis! Oh your voice, slow and sad!

Body of my woman, I will persist in your grace.
My thirst, my boundless desire, my shifting road!
Dark river-beds where the eternal thirst flows
and weariness follows, and the infinite ache.

Ahem.........:eek:

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Originally Posted by tri-mind

Yep doing the Anni myself and my 8 year old Dylan might do the junior race for his age.

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Cool...i would love it if my daughters got into it :)

Old Pablo getting a bit fruity there !!!!. Cold shower material.

Brilliant! Dear Pablo was certainly prolific. We seem to be able to find new work on a near daily basis to share :cool:

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Originally Posted by freckle

Body of a woman
Pablo Neruda

Body of a woman, white hills, white thighs,
you look like a world, lying in surrender.
My rough peasant's body digs in you
and makes the son leap from the depth of the earth.

I was alone like a tunnel. The birds fled from me,
and night swamped me with its crushing invasion.
To survive myself I forged you like a weapon,
like an arrow in my bow, a stone in my sling.

But the hour of vengeance falls, and I love you.
Body of skin, of moss, of eager and firm milk.
Oh the goblets of the breast! Oh the eyes of absence!
Oh the roses of the pubis! Oh your voice, slow and sad!

Body of my woman, I will persist in your grace.
My thirst, my boundless desire, my shifting road!
Dark river-beds where the eternal thirst flows
and weariness follows, and the infinite ache.

Ahem.........:eek:

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Originally Posted by Derby Tup

Brilliant! Dear Pablo was certainly prolific. We seem to be able to find new work on a near daily basis to share :cool:

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DT I have been wondering...did you tell your mam? and if so...what was her reaction? :):D

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Originally Posted by Hes

Gorgeous haiku HHH!

Alas my running inspired poem will have to wait as I have been asked round to my friends for tea and a jam (of the musical kind not the fruit and sugar sort). I must leave this world of passion and poetry for one of boozy musos. Hope you all have a good night.

Glad to hear DT and Merry had a good run at Hebden today.

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Poetic passions
abandoned - better offer!
boozy muso jam :D

Sounds too good to miss.

Have a good night.

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Originally Posted by merrylegs

Not sure if thats it's name but last time i ordered, that was the reply:D

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Eee. I didn't spot that joke coming. Very good! :D

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Originally Posted by tri-mind

Yep doing the Anni myself and my 8 year old Dylan might do the junior race for his age.

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That'll be good. I'm also planning on doing the AW again. Loved it last time I raced it in 2007.

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Originally Posted by freckle

DT I have been wondering...did you tell your mam? and if so...what was her reaction? :):D

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I didn't but I will :D

Some bloke that Pablo!

How good were his haikus though. Not as good as DT's I bet. :D

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Originally Posted by freckle

Body of a woman
Pablo Neruda

Body of a woman, white hills, white thighs,
you look like a world, lying in surrender.
My rough peasant's body digs in you
and makes the son leap from the depth of the earth.

I was alone like a tunnel. The birds fled from me,
and night swamped me with its crushing invasion.
To survive myself I forged you like a weapon,
like an arrow in my bow, a stone in my sling.

But the hour of vengeance falls, and I love you.
Body of skin, of moss, of eager and firm milk.
Oh the goblets of the breast! Oh the eyes of absence!
Oh the roses of the pubis! Oh your voice, slow and sad!

Body of my woman, I will persist in your grace.
My thirst, my boundless desire, my shifting road!
Dark river-beds where the eternal thirst flows
and weariness follows, and the infinite ache.

Ahem.........:eek:

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Chinese banquet, all you can eat
Woks to choose from
Nobby Long;)

William Butler Yeats - When You Are Old

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars

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Originally Posted by merrylegs

Chinese banquet, all you can eat
Woks to choose from
Nobby Long;)

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I need to visit this place, if only for its metaphorical powers!...i think a good place to have the first fell poet scran up! :)

PS good haiku by the way and your haiku for the magazine is just so lovely brings a tear to the eye!

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Originally Posted by tri-mind

Yep doing the Anni myself and my 8 year old Dylan might do the junior race for his age.

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Don't forget there are junior races every week at the Kendal Winter League. (plug, plug) Then virtually every weekend from May to October with BOFRA. All very family friendly events. I'll be about at some and can thoroughly recommend them. There are even some good mid week races on at the shows in September.

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Originally Posted by Derby Tup

William Butler Yeats - When You Are Old

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars

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Just so lovely....gets me every time....did you know that when Yeats was 23 he apparently met and fell in love with a beautiful Irish nationalist called Maud Gonne. She refused to marry Yeats but became the object of his passion and his poetry. It has been said that the emotional power of his early poems are shaped by the one sidedness of his affair with Maud, but the poems themselves remain hopeful and bittersweet....aw

W. B. Yeats

The Pity of Love

A pity beyond all telling
Is hid in the heart of love:
The folk who are buying and selling,
The clouds on their journey above,
The cold wet winds ever blowing,
And the shadowy hazel grove
Where mouse-grey waters are flowing,
Threaten the head that I love.

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Originally Posted by freckle

PS good haiku by the way and your haiku for the magazine is just so lovely brings a tear to the eye!

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Which won (more chinese) was that?
Only just found out today some poems are being published.

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Originally Posted by merrylegs

Which won (more chinese) was that?
Only just found out today some poems are being published.

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Yep. There is a list of authors somewhere and I'm sure you are on there. I tried to include as many people as possible.

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

Yep. There is a list of authors somewhere and I'm sure you are on there. I tried to include as many people as possible.

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Sounds good Harry, is this appearing in the Fellrunner mag?

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Originally Posted by merrylegs

Sounds good Harry, is this appearing in the Fellrunner mag?

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Yeah. Britta kindly gave us some space.

Presume you missed this last night Steve?

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

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.

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