Today's poet

Thanks Freckle and Steve. First time it has been aired to a wider audience since I wrote it.

I have lost all my poems and rhymes from my PC but luckily have the originals that I printed off. I will type another up in word and copy and paste in.

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Originally Posted by stevefoster

Great poem freckle, a new bike, road or mountain bike? What sort, and divn't say one with 2 wheels!

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i think its a cross between a mountain and about town bike, really i just plan on pootling about on it, gonna get a basket for the front and do a good impression of amelie! (with a geordie accent of course!)

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Originally Posted by Cliveybaby

Thanks Freckle and Steve. First time it has been aired to a wider audience since I wrote it.

I have lost all my poems and rhymes from my PC but luckily have the originals that I printed off. I will type another up in word and copy and paste in.

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look forward to it!

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Originally Posted by freckle

i think its a cross between a mountain and about town bike, really i just plan on pootling about on it, gonna get a basket for the front and do a good impression of amelie! (with a geordie accent of course!)

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A hybrid eh, get a big basket for all them pickles:wink:

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Originally Posted by freckle

i think its a cross between a mountain and about town bike, really i just plan on pootling about on it, gonna get a basket for the front and do a good impression of amelie! (with a geordie accent of course!)

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Good stuff freckle. Happy peddling and pootling.

I cross the earth in studded shoes
They leave my imprint on the ground
There’s nought but swirling fog around
The path now forks which way to choose?

It must be left so right instead
I leave new patterns as I go
The rocks and reeds force me to slow
And interrupt the tracks I tread

I know that I’ve been here before
That tree is like some dreadful beast
My compass shows that west is east
And fresh new imprints mark the floor

Not Montrail’s lugs nor Walsh’s square
But Inov8s and they are mine
They stretch in front and make a line
That mark the route of my despair

I’m trying to get from A to B
To make a true and simple curve
If I could float up to observe
Concentric circles I would see

Out on this moor I like to roam
But I could be here for a year
By then I think the mist should clear
And I could find my own way home

And then salvation from this curse
For in the mist it all comes clear
My tracks map out how I got here
Which I now follow in reverse

My footsteps are now light with air
And overlay the ones I made
But soon the rain will make them fade
As If I’d never left them there

I reach the hill down which I slide
To take me from this foggy fell
And when I’m home and all is well
My studded shoes can rot outside

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Originally Posted by crowhill

I cross the earth in studded shoes
They leave my imprint on the ground
There’s nought but swirling fog around
The path now forks which way to choose?

It must be left so right instead
I leave new patterns as I go
The rocks and reeds force me to slow
And interrupt the tracks I tread

I know that I’ve been here before
That tree is like some dreadful beast
My compass shows that west is east
And fresh new imprints mark the floor

Not Montrail’s lugs nor Walsh’s square
But Inov8s and they are mine
They stretch in front and make a line
That mark the route of my despair

I’m trying to get from A to B
To make a true and simple curve
If I could float up to observe
Concentric circles I would see

Out on this moor I like to roam
But I could be here for a year
By then I think the mist should clear
And I could find my own way home

And then salvation from this curse
For in the mist it all comes clear
My tracks map out how I got here
Which I now follow in reverse

My footsteps are now light with air
And overlay the ones I made
But soon the rain will make them fade
As If I’d never left them there

I reach the hill down which I slide
To take me from this foggy fell
And when I’m home and all is well
My studded shoes can rot outside

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Very good that crowhill :thumbup: Tricky business this navigation :D

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Originally Posted by freckle

Evening all...hope your weekend has been a good one...i have had a lovely restorative one including fun and games with a house full of kids, a top cycle on my new bike (which i think was the best suprise gift I have ever received! :wink:), a run and listening to this poem on poetry please at tea time...its left me feeling that sometimes life is sweet, better make the most of it before it all goes pete tong!

Amo Ergo Sum
Kathleen Raine


Because I love
The sun pours out its rays of living gold
Pours out its gold and silver on the sea.

Because I love
The earth upon her astral spindle winds
Her ecstasy-producing dance.

Because I love
Clouds travel on the winds through wide skies,
Skies wide and beautiful, blue and deep.

Because I love
Wind blows white sails,
The wind blows over flowers, the sweet wind blows.

Because I love
The ferns grow green, and green the grass, and green
The transparent sunlit trees.

Because I love
Larks rise up from the grass
And all the leaves are full of singing birds.

Because I love
The summer air quivers with a thousand wings,
Myriads of jewelled eyes burn in the light.

Because I love
The iridescnt shells upon the sand
Takes forms as fine and intricate as thought.

Because I love
There is an invisible way across the sky,
Birds travel by that way, the sun and moon
And all the stars travel that path by night.

Because I love
There is a river flowing all night long.

Because I love
All night the river flows into my sleep,
Ten thousand living things are sleeping in my arms,
And sleeping wake, and flowing are at rest.

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I enjoyed that post freckle. Good luck with the cycling. I must invest in one myself one of these days. I use my daughters old mountain bike now and then but its a bit small for me and the gears keep slipping.

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Originally Posted by Alf

Very good that crowhill :thumbup: Tricky business this navigation :D

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Thanks Alf! - I've been watching this thread for a while and really enjoyed the poems, especially those written by our very own forumites. I had to choose a poem for our wedding and I had a crack at writing one for my speech so I've been in the "zone" recently. I wrote this one on my flight home yesterday - good way to pass a few hours! :)

That was great crowhill I really enjoyed reading it.