Today's poet

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Originally Posted by neil wootton

Trying to write poetry
is like picking meat
from the bones of
an animal that is still
grazing peacefully
in a lush field.

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I really like this Neil!
I've just spent the last half hour trying to get a poem out that has been hovering in my mind from my last long runs but I have two lines so far.

Shelley's Cat

I, run by.
Shelley's cat,
sits at the window,
looks out,
at the view,
untroubled by concepts;
unhindered by meaning.
It sees.

I, run by.
Shelley's cat,
sits at the window,
looks out,
at the view...


Ummm...not sure this'll make any sense to anyone at all, but hey ho:D

The Soul inside my Soul

You are the soul inside my soul,
The missing part that makes me whole,
You are the joy within my heart,
You always know when & how to start,
You are the sparkles in my eyes,
In you is where all my hope lies,
The day we met, I knew it was you,
Who will make all my dreams come true,
I was captivated by your angelic charm,
You passed by my side & I felt warm,
I realized that you're the one and only,
You found your way to me miraculously,
Shackled, you can't escape or run away,
In my heart is where forever you'll stay..!

Aleksandra Lachut

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Originally Posted by Mossdog

Shelley's Cat

I, run by.
Shelley's cat,
sits at the window,
looks out,
at the view,
untroubled by concepts;
unhindered by meaning.
It sees.

I, run by.
Shelley's cat,
sits at the window,
looks out,
at the view...


Ummm...not sure this'll make any sense to anyone at all, but hey ho:D

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Like it, not sure I understand it but I still like it. Did the cat belong to the poet P B Shelley?

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Originally Posted by merrylegs

The Soul inside my Soul

You are the soul inside my soul,
The missing part that makes me whole,
You are the joy within my heart,
You always know when & how to start,
You are the sparkles in my eyes,
In you is where all my hope lies,
The day we met, I knew it was you,
Who will make all my dreams come true,
I was captivated by your angelic charm,
You passed by my side & I felt warm,
I realized that you're the one and only,
You found your way to me miraculously,
Shackled, you can't escape or run away,
In my heart is where forever you'll stay..!

Aleksandra Lachut

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Ahhh...saturday night and its time for some romantic verses.

Blimey. I'd not realised there was any snow due today. It wasn't even too cold over here today. Hope you got the sledge out.

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Originally Posted by freckle

Hello all

There has been 6 inches of snow overnight here!...amazing!...just got back from the local golf course sledging with the kids, thank fully with no broken bones!.....

Dust of Snow
Robert Frost

The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.

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Originally Posted by Hes

Ahhh...saturday night and its time for some romantic verses.

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I hope that everyone are saving their best for valentine's in a couple of weeks. Or would the FPS consider that now too commercial?

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

Blimey. I'd not realised there was any snow due today. It wasn't even too cold over here today. Hope you got the sledge out.

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You were lucky. It has been bitterly cold here, but no snow. Lovely sunshine.

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

I hope that everyone are saving their best for valentine's in a couple of weeks. Or would the FPS consider that now too commercial?

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Some of us may be pretending Valentines day isn't happening HHH, but would not want to spoil it for the rest. I think I have a race that day so I will be posting poems about mud and sweat.

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Originally Posted by Hes

You were lucky. It has been bitterly cold here, but no snow. Lovely sunshine.

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Sunny here today too. Funny running out today, very little wildlife about. I'm meaning birds really. I guess they have headed back out of town again since the snow has gone.

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Originally Posted by Hes

Some of us may be pretending Valentines day isn't happening HHH, but would not want to spoil it for the rest. I think I have a race that day so I will be posting poems about mud and sweat.

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Awww, I wish I'd not mentioned it now. A race sounds like a good way to mark the day mind you.

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Originally Posted by Hes

Did the cat belong to the poet P B Shelley?

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Here are some "Verses on a Cat" by P B Shelley(courtesy of g..gl.)

A cat in distress,
Nothing more, nor less;
Good folks, I must faithfully tell ye,
As I am a sinner,
It waits for some dinner
To stuff out its own little belly.

You would not easily guess
All the modes of distress
Which torture the tenants of earth;
And the various evils,
Which like so many devils,
Attend the poor souls from their birth.

Some a living require,
And others desire
An old fellow out of the way;
And which is the best
I leave to be guessed,
For I cannot pretend to say.

One wants society,
Another variety,
Others a tranquil life;
Some want food,
Others, as good,
Only want a wife.

But this poor little cat
Only wanted a rat,
To stuff out its own little maw;
And it were as good
Some people had such food,
To make them hold their jaw!

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Originally Posted by XRunner

Here are some verses on Shelley's cat (courtesy of g..gl.)
Verses On A Cat

By Percy Bysshe Shelley

A cat in distress,
Nothing more, nor less;
Good folks, I must faithfully tell ye,
As I am a sinner,
It waits for some dinner
To stuff out its own little belly.

You would not easily guess
All the modes of distress
Which torture the tenants of earth;
And the various evils,
Which like so many devils,
Attend the poor souls from their birth.

Some a living require,
And others desire
An old fellow out of the way;
And which is the best
I leave to be guessed,
For I cannot pretend to say.

One wants society,
Another variety,
Others a tranquil life;
Some want food,
Others, as good,
Only want a wife.

But this poor little cat
Only wanted a rat,
To stuff out its own little maw;
And it were as good
Some people had such food,
To make them hold their jaw!

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Wasn't just me then?!;)

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

I hope that everyone are saving their best for valentine's in a couple of weeks. Or would the FPS consider that now too commercial?

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Hoping to be in the Lakes on Feb 14th:cool:

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Originally Posted by merrylegs

Hoping to be in the Lakes on Feb 14th:cool:

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Nice. Will you be wearing those sunglasses and crooked smile Merry?

I don't know if any of you have come across this site...

http://www.blackcatpoems.com/

But there is some good stuff there.

Thinking about it, it might have been Mossy that mentioned it once before.

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Originally Posted by Hes

Nice. Will you be wearing those sunglasses and crooked smile Merry?

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:confused:

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Originally Posted by merrylegs

Hoping to be in the Lakes on Feb 14th:cool:

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Just looked at the calendar. Its Fairmile that day in the Kendal Winter League. One of my favourites.

What are you up to that day?

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

Just looked at the calendar. Its Fairmile that day in the Kendal Winter League. One of my favourites.

What are you up to that day?

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BG recce.

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Originally Posted by merrylegs

BG recce.

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Come Valentines day
Merry is serenading
The beautiful fells

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

I don't know if any of you have come across this site...

http://www.blackcatpoems.com/

But there is some good stuff there.

Thinking about it, it might have been Mossy that mentioned it once before.

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Great site HHH. This was the first one I read...phewwww:o

After a Day We Stay in Bed Until the Sun is Close to Setting
by: Lyn Lifshin (1942- )

From Cold Comfort
He drives home
thru the black trees
with a poem
about me that will
make him famous
starting in his
fingers. He wishes
the wheel was his
Olympia typewriter.
He needs to get my
hair where he can
touch it on the long
drive thru the pine
trees, my musk still
drenching the car.
I want to read
this poem almost as
much, dazed, the
night's performance
has sucked me flat
and pale as an empty
sheet of non erasable
bond, has pulled
all color, all the
wet moist verbs
out the way he took
the stories I told
and made them in
to his own surreal
dreams. Even my
leaves and branches
became the green
arms of a child.
My mouth is dry, I
need to have his
poem where my clove
nipples press into his
blue striped cotton
smelling of sun and
wind in the pine
trees, a mirror that
will reflect my dark
eyes. I need this as
much as he needs
to invent me to
become himself.

I said it was good ;):)

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Originally Posted by Hes

Great site HHH. This was the first one I read...phewwww:o

After a Day We Stay in Bed Until the Sun is Close to Setting
by: Lyn Lifshin (1942- )

From Cold Comfort
He drives home
thru the black trees
with a poem
about me that will
make him famous
starting in his
fingers. He wishes
the wheel was his
Olympia typewriter.
He needs to get my
hair where he can
touch it on the long
drive thru the pine
trees, my musk still
drenching the car.
I want to read
this poem almost as
much, dazed, the
night's performance
has sucked me flat
and pale as an empty
sheet of non erasable
bond, has pulled
all color, all the
wet moist verbs
out the way he took
the stories I told
and made them in
to his own surreal
dreams. Even my
leaves and branches
became the green
arms of a child.
My mouth is dry, I
need to have his
poem where my clove
nipples press into his
blue striped cotton
smelling of sun and
wind in the pine
trees, a mirror that
will reflect my dark
eyes. I need this as
much as he needs
to invent me to
become himself.

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Originally Posted by merrylegs

:confused:

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Sorry...was being daft and just referring to the little face thing you added which has a crooked smile and sunglasses...yes, I know it probably has a name. emoticon?

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

Come Valentines day
Merry is serenading
The beautiful fells

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They'll sing back to me
Pleasantly wearing me
They'll still be there when i'm gone

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

I said it was good ;):)

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Hmmm...valentines day...a fell race and a book of erotic poetry. Could be worse!:D

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Originally Posted by merrylegs

They'll sing back to me
Pleasantly wearing me
They'll still be there when i'm gone

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Now that's lovely!

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Originally Posted by Hes

Hmmm...valentines day...a fell race and a book of erotic poetry. Could be worse!:D

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Absolutely. Could be a road race! :eek::D

One cat is too many.

I don't like cats they can't be trusted,
Send 'em to korea to be eaten with mustard,
They'll only see you when it suits their mood,
Or your the closest person who has some food.

Don't get me talking about there cleanliness,
They pretend to be clean and in a box of litter do their mess,
But the egyptians worshipped isis i hear you say,
Well lets mummify the blighters get rid of them that way.

By Matt.

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Originally Posted by tri-mind

One cat is too many.

I don't like cats they can't be trusted,
Send 'em to korea to be eaten with mustard,
They'll only see you when it suits their mood,
Or your the closest person who has some food.

Don't get me talking about there cleanliness,
They pretend to be clean and in a box of litter do their mess,
But the egyptians worshipped isis i hear you say,
Well lets mummify the blighters get rid of them that way.

By Matt.

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Miiowwwwww!

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Originally Posted by Hes

Sorry...was being daft and just referring to the little face thing you added which has a crooked smile and sunglasses...yes, I know it probably has a name. emoticon?

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Sorry, me being a bit thick, an emoticon it is that says 'cool'
If i wear sunglasses, they will be crooked cos my ears are not symetrical, i'll keep smiling though:)

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Originally Posted by tri-mind

One cat is too many.

I don't like cats they can't be trusted,
Send 'em to korea to be eaten with mustard,
They'll only see you when it suits their mood,
Or your the closest person who has some food.

Don't get me talking about there cleanliness,
They pretend to be clean and in a box of litter do their mess,
But the egyptians worshipped isis i hear you say,
Well lets mummify the blighters get rid of them that way.

By Matt.

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ha ha...I must say I agree with you abouth the nature of cats Matt although I probably wouldn't wish them ill. Give me a dog any day of the week.

On the Occasion of My Lover's Celibacy
by: Chocolate Waters (1949- ) (do you think that is their real name?)

The moon is a hard white rock
disenchanting
These many months my
lover has withdrawn her
fingers rippling through my skin
like dreams her tongue like velvet
walking I am
not to take this personally I
lay next to her and
swallow the moon analytically as
she sleeps I
move next to her and am
reasonable as the stars in the sky as
she sleeps I
sink like a sunset into the horizon I
am without her loving groundless
hollow as the clouds I
fold myself into an Origami swan
floating on some other lake entirely I
will be as graceful
about this as I
can be

Cat's rule,
Dog's drule.
Obviously written by a cat:rolleyes:
Dog is God backwards, not religous, but i'm a Mutt Man:D

A little something to cheer you Hes.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Your artwork is great,
And so are you.

Matt.

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Originally Posted by tri-mind

A little something to cheer you Hes.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Your artwork is great,
And so are you.

Matt.

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Thanks Matt, that is really sweet of you and much appreciated.:)

This is a nice little poem and it could be written about her dog (mine was a heavy breather) ;).

You Breathe
by: Anna Vera Williams (1975- )

You breathe at night.
It makes me smile.
You sing to me,
And for a while,

My heart feels calm,
My feelings clear;
The world seems simple,
When you're near.

I just noticed you will become a master soon.Only 69 posts to go.

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Originally Posted by Hes

On the Occasion of My Lover's Celibacy
by: Chocolate Waters (1949- ) (do you think that is their real name?)

The moon is a hard white rock
disenchanting
These many months my
lover has withdrawn her
fingers rippling through my skin
like dreams her tongue like velvet
walking I am
not to take this personally I
lay next to her and
swallow the moon analytically as
she sleeps I
move next to her and am
reasonable as the stars in the sky as
she sleeps I
sink like a sunset into the horizon I
am without her loving groundless
hollow as the clouds I
fold myself into an Origami swan
floating on some other lake entirely I
will be as graceful
about this as I
can be

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What a great name. I do hope it is real. I was reading up about our pal Pablo tonight and even that was a pen name. That came as a shock for some reason.

A powerful poem. The stark image of the moon really set the tone.

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Originally Posted by tri-mind

I just noticed you will become a master soon.Only 69 posts to go.

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Better make that 68....!!

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Originally Posted by Hes

This is a nice little poem and it could be written about her dog (mine was a heavy breather) ;).

You Breathe
by: Anna Vera Williams (1975- )

You breathe at night.
It makes me smile.
You sing to me,
And for a while,

My heart feels calm,
My feelings clear;
The world seems simple,
When you're near.

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That's sweet. :)