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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
Ohh you slipped in another great haiku. I know that feeling.
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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
Ohh you slipped in another great haiku. I know that feeling.
you lot are funny tonight...when can we all meet up for a run and attendence at a live poetry reading please ....washed down with lots of snecklifterand old tom ale of course!!!!!!!!!!!!!....my laptop smells as if its going to blow up its been on that long tonight........oh dear, all in the name of art!!!!Quote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
It was very rude wasn't it!!Quote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
Wouldn't that be great. A fell run followed by poetry and a pint. Would love to meet you all!Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
That was the best thing about going back through from the start to find all the haikus. There was some great stuff I missed first time round.Quote:
Originally Posted by Hes
The great haiku hunt!
Can you find the one about
"Oh lonely windy path"?
ditto!!!!!!!! :):D:) lets keep our eyes peeled for something suitable in the new year?....i'll take the pressure of everyone by coming last! :)Quote:
Originally Posted by Hes
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A fine proposition!Quote:
Originally Posted by Freckle
How about running whilst haikuing and sneckliftering all at once? :)
Then again I'd keep dropping my pint whilst counting on my fingers to 5 or 7 ! :eek:
Let's do that! You won't be last...I'm bagging that position, I'll have spent a month in India and will probably be recovering from either dysentry or altitude sickness! I am wondering if I can fit in my fell shoes and at least try a jog in the himalayas...Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
That sounds great, (apart from the dysentry of course.)Quote:
Originally Posted by Hes
"A jog in the Hymalayas" sounds like a good title for a book. :)
I remember having to recite this poem when I was at Primary school.Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
WHERE the pools are bright and deep,
Where the grey trout lies asleep,
Up the river and over the lea,
That 's the way for Billy and me.
Where the blackbird sings the latest,
Where the hawthorn blooms the sweetest,
Where the nestlings chirp and flee,
That 's the way for Billy and me.
Where the mowers mow the cleanest,
Where the hay lies thick and greenest,
There to track the homeward bee,
That 's the way for Billy and me.
Where the hazel bank is steepest,
Where the shadow falls the deepest,
Where the clustering nuts fall free,
That 's the way for Billy and me.
Why the boys should drive away
Little sweet maidens from the play,
Or love to banter and fight so well,
That 's the thing I never could tell.
But this I know, I love to play
Through the meadow, among the hay;
Up the water and over the lea,
That 's the way for Billy and me.
I knew there was another one I'd been working on tonight up them hills: -
Black cows, moonless night.
Mind away with the haikus.
Runner gets big shock!
Damn you forced me to Freckle. That's got to be poem pornography ;)Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
It was worth it if we got you on this thread...all that running and photograph you do, i reckon there are more haiku in there waiting to come out..........;)Quote:
Originally Posted by Stolly
just cos i like blake and the magical element to his work......
How sweet I roamed
How sweet I roam'd from field to field,
And tasted all the summer's pride
'Til the prince of love beheld
Who in the sunny beams did glide!
He shew'd me lilies for my hair
And blushing roses for my brow;
He led me through his garden fair,
Where all his golden pleasures grow.
With sweet May dews my wings were wet,
And Phoebus fir'd my vocal rage
He caught me in his silken net,
And shut me in his golden cage.
He loves to sit and hear me sing,
Then, laughing, sports and plays with me;
Then stretches out my golden wing,
And mocks my loss of liberty.
William Blake
X runner....what a lovely poem and I loved the image of a young boy reciting it :-)
barely two degrees
fallen leaves are decaying
dogwalkers don fleeces
Have you read THAT poem by Auden.
(Blame Freckle if you think its rude:)
A few of Omar Khayyam's Quatrains. Found this book rummaging through a load of stuff my Nan was going to jumble sale for Cancer Research. Judged it by its cover - a lovely old (1898) guilded hardback - and wasn't disappointed.
Has a wonderful sense of embracing the present; with talk of wine, women and song. This is a whole book of the stuff! What a guy!:cool:
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Behold, the dawn arises.
Rejoice in the present moment with a cup of crimson wine in your hand.
As for honour and fame, let that brittle glass be dashed to pieces against the earth.
The march of springs and autumns sweep the leaves from our life's tree.
Drink wine, friend, for the wise have wisely said,
"Life is a poison, and wine its antidote."
Give me a jug of wine, a book of verses, a loaf of bread, and a little idleness.
If with such store I might sit by your dear side in some lonely place, I should count myself happier than a king in his kingdom.
Hey Softie! you thought you couldn't hack it on this thread! That's great.
The last verse could be the template for the proposed gathering of the Fell Poets Society - which I think should be the night before a race, otherwise it'd be the Dead Poet's Society and that's already been done!
'Life is a poison, and wine its antidote' I'll drink to that! Count me in for inaugural Fell Poets Society meet please :cool:
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I hadn't read that article before, cheers. It is interesting what we find erotic and what seems pornographic...possibly too early in the day for that kind of debate though!:)
I have to say that I prefer the suggestiveness of Hattersley's poem to the 'leave nothing to the imagination' style of Auden's but anyway, how about a bit of Tennyson.
The Eagle
He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ringed with the azure world, he stands.
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.
Glad you liked it. Will drip-feed some more of the same into this thread from time to time!:)
Oh Lordy! :eek: I just read it at work. Somewhere in this organisation and alarm is going off and the internet police closing in.Quote:
Originally Posted by XRunner
Might have more time for running in the next few weeks!
I was just about to say that the last verse is my idea of a good date but I think you have the right idea. Looks like it could be a really good gathering. We won't be trying to race each other the day after either, we'll be too busy composing haiku!Quote:
Originally Posted by Old Whippet
Well said Hes, and The Eagle has helped my spirits soar too. ThanksQuote:
Originally Posted by Hes
Seven pounds six ounces
Bundle of snugglyness
Dad loves him and Mum
This one's for Mrs H: -
Christy Moore - Voyage
I am a sailor, you're my first mate
We signed on together, we coupled our fate
Hauled up our anchor, determined not to fail
For the hearts treasure, together we set sail
With no maps to guide us we steered our own course
Rode out the storms when the winds were gale force
Sat out the doldrums in patience and hope
Working together we learned how to cope
Life is an ocean and love is a boat
In troubled water that keeps us afloat
When we started the voyage, there was just me and you
Now gathered round us, we have our own crew
Together we're in this relationship
We built it with care to last the whole trip
Our true destination's not marked on any charts
We're navigating to the shores of the heart
To get the full effect click on this link: -
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_surYSjPZQA
Close your eyes, listen to the lyrics, and if a tear comes to your eye, you'll know exactly how wonderfully happy I am at the moment.
Harry
x
well done missus aitch
that's really terriffic news
hope they're both well
:):):):)
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Many congratulations to you and your crew. :)
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I've thought of one.Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
Pain replaced by joy
Life loud boy. Fingers toes skin.
Now the fun begins
It did. That was beautiful. Congratulations.Quote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
That's wonderful news! Congratulations HHH. The Christy Moore is a beautiful tribute to Mrs HHH too, it made me cry, I do hope she is well and recovering quickly. xxxQuote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
a small ray of light
breaking through a cold grey day
brings joy, love and hope
HHH - brilliant!
Junior Howgill
Baby bard and fell runner?
Welcome aboard son!
Awwwwwwwwww! Hes and OW these baby haiku's are particularly endearing, bringing a tear to my eyes.....!Quote:
Originally Posted by Hes
Thanks guys for the wonderful comments. I hope he meets lots of lovely people like you lot throughout his travels in life.
x
p.s. I love the idea of the Fell Poets Society. Definately worth progressing. :)
Southern Softie this is wonderful!!!! I agree OW, last line for first night of the Fell Poet's society!!! :)
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the logo for the running vest?Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:H...20Overload.jpg
as i have been known to impart ...bloody brilliant!!!!!!!!! :DQuote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
tonight's effort....
30 minutes snap(ish)
Moon peeps
O'er sea and sands
Revellers abound
Light of foot
Before heavy of claret!
Have a lovely night y'all
:D
I'm sure you're all quite familiar with this...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l_R5VTfE_Sg
It might come in handy in a minute. :)