Today's poet

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Originally Posted by Hes

Well, having just stuck a scalpel in my finger (was testing the end to see if it was a new blade...doh!) and bled all over my prints, the plaster is making typing tricky so I'll post one of the tamer and shorter poems from the above collection:

Slowly, slowly
we grow together
skin across the wound
of our separateness.

David Steinburg

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Well I do know and I most definitely do like that one - more please Hes :D

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Originally Posted by TheReverand

Just had a few days over in the lakes and got very inspired at various times, I can see how it came so easy to the lake poets!! :p

Blencathra
The sentinel
Aloof and proud
Watching over those who pass
Pass through the gates
Through the gates to heaven.

Lazing, gazing
up under the lush skirt of Latrigg
No finer river could they be
No finer place than by
The River Greta be.

Or by the slopes
nestled in the lea
of Souther Fell
Pretty Mungrisedale
with its ancient mill
tales of reivers
and stories to tell

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Like that one Rev, especially that first verse - caught my imagination particularly.

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Originally Posted by Hes

Ooops, not much activity on here lately! Can't have that. I found a book of erotic poetry in a charity shop and its proving to be excellent bedtime reading. ;) Was a bit embarrassing buying it because the volunteer was new and couldn't work the till so it ended up with three people inspecting my purchase. Now then....should I wait until 9pm to post?:D

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That would be the Erotic Impulse by D Steinburg I guess. Just read the 'look inside' sections on Amazon - phew!!!! Gonna get me a copy too I think:w00t:

Don't be shy Mossy! It's very nearly 9pm now ;)

5 past now:w00t:

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Originally Posted by TheReverand

Just had a few days over in the lakes and got very inspired at various times, I can see how it came so easy to the lake poets!! :p

Blencathra
The sentinel
Aloof and proud
Watching over those who pass
Pass through the gates
Through the gates to heaven.

Lazing, gazing
up under the lush skirt of Latrigg
No finer river could they be
No finer place than by
The River Greta be.

Or by the slopes
nestled in the lea
of Souther Fell
Pretty Mungrisedale
with its ancient mill
tales of reivers
and stories to tell

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Like it Rev, always inspired by Lakeland, makes me sad when the time comes to go home:thunbdown:

Dreaming of Lakeland and being fast,
Up and down them fells in a flash,
Straight to the pub can't be last,
In case they run out of cumberland bangers and mash!

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Originally Posted by stevefoster

Dreaming of Lakeland and being fast,
Up and down them fells in a flash,
Straight to the pub can't be last,
In case they run out of cumberland bangers and mash!

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:D:D:D:D Magic

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Originally Posted by TheReverand

Just had a few days over in the lakes and got very inspired at various times, I can see how it came so easy to the lake poets!! :p

Blencathra
The sentinel
Aloof and proud
Watching over those who pass
Pass through the gates
Through the gates to heaven.

Lazing, gazing
up under the lush skirt of Latrigg
No finer river could they be
No finer place than by
The River Greta be.

Or by the slopes
nestled in the lea
of Souther Fell
Pretty Mungrisedale
with its ancient mill
tales of reivers
and stories to tell

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i missed this earlier in my haste...very evocative makes me want to go there, nice one rev

steve i loved your ditty too!

having a little flight of fancy here as i work into the wee hours.........sigh


Putting in the seed
Robert Frost


You come to fetch me from my work to-night
When supper's on the table, and we'll see
If I can leave off burying the white
Soft petals fallen from the apple tree.
Soft petals, yes, but not so barren quite,
Mingled with these, smooth bean and wrinkled pea
And go along with you ere you lose sight
Of what you came for and become like me,
Slave to a springtime passion for the earth.
How Love burns through the Putting in the Seed
On through the watching for that early birth
When, just as the soil tarnishes with weed,
The sturdy seedling with arched body comes
Shouldering its way and shedding the earth crumbs.