Today's poet

Just had a lovely jog out of Pateley Bridge as the sun set. Great way to clear my head for the next class.

the valley's darkness
creeps up onto the moor
as hill swallows sun

Not an Haiku but this came to mind.

Live To Run,
Fell Poets Society,
Live To Write.

Regards T-shirt writing society saying etc.

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

I think it was written as a song if I remember correctly what I read last night. Some lyrics work as poems and others don't so well I find. I post them now and again on here if I feel they are poetic, and often people don't notice, so that must say something.

The Carol Anne Duffy reading I bet will be great. Hope you enjoy it.

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gosh i really wish i was going to that neil have a fab time!... i would love it if we could all go to one sometime...but lord knows how that could be organised!!!!.....:)

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Originally Posted by Derby Tup

wily Grey Heron
glides over oily Wharfe
on frosty morning


Black-tailed Godwit
probes mudbanks by receding
tidal River Axe

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just lovely DT thank you

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Originally Posted by freckle

gosh i really wish i was going to that neil have a fab time!... i would love it if we could all go to one sometime...but lord knows how that could be organised!!!!.....:)

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Maybe it would be easier to organise getting a poet to a fell race. That way there is only one person to organise than all of us. Herding cats comes to mind! :)

Who is known as someone who is really good to see?

How does the idea of having a FPS team for the Lakeside Gummers How Rowing / Fell race this year sound?

http://www.nwemail.co.uk/sport/gumme...1?referrerPath=

It is normally complete chaos as you can see from the video clip, but a great night out. It is three per team, and ability in running / rowing is certainly not needed. There is no rush to enter a team, as it isn't on until the 19th of June.

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

How does the idea of having a FPS team for the Lakeside Gummers How Rowing / Fell race this year sound?

http://www.nwemail.co.uk/sport/gumme...1?referrerPath=

It is normally complete chaos as you can see from the video clip, but a great night out. It is three per team, and ability in running / rowing is certainly not needed. There is no rush to enter a team, as it isn't on until the 19th of June.

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I think this sounds great fun, but i have to confess i haven't got a clue how to row!!!! if i can get there i will!

Sounds fun HHH. How the 3 person team work ?. Is it 1 row then next 1 run and then 1 row. Or is it all 3 at once and time for team is the time the slowest takes ?.. How is everyone tonight. Anyone fancy a silly theme night like the biscuits night the other week as could do with some humour today.

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Originally Posted by freckle

I think this sounds great fun, but i have to confess i haven't got a clue how to row!!!! if i can get there i will!

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You don't need to know how to row. You can just sit back and enjoy the ride. As long as one of the other team members can row mind you!

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Originally Posted by tri-mind

Sounds fun HHH. How the 3 person team work ?. Is it 1 row then next 1 run and then 1 row. Or is it all 3 at once and time for team is the time the slowest takes ?.. How is everyone tonight. Anyone fancy a silly theme night like the biscuits night the other week as could do with some humour today.

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Everyone stays together as a team, so you row across, run up and down the hill, and row back again, finishing on the lawn of the hotel with a beer.

If you can coordinate two rowing together it can be better as it shares the work, but that needs a little practice, otherwise you have one tired rower and two passengers!

I have found this poem today and found it incredibly moving....

All Legendary Obstacles

John Montague

All legendary obstacles lay between
Us, the long imaginary plain,
The monstrous ruck of mountains
And, swinging across the night,
Flooding the Sacramento, San Joaquin,
The hissing drift of winter rain.

All day I waited, shifting
Nervously from station to bar
As I saw another train sail
By, the San Francisco Chief or
Golden Gate, water dripping
From great flanged wheels.

At midnight you came, pale
Above the negro porter's lamp.
I was too blind with rain
And doubt to speak, but
Reached from the platform
Until our chilled hands met.

You had been travelling for days
With an old lady, who marked
A neat circle on the glass
With her glove, to watch us
Move into the wet darkness
Kissing, still unable to speak.

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Originally Posted by tri-mind

Sounds fun HHH. How the 3 person team work ?. Is it 1 row then next 1 run and then 1 row. Or is it all 3 at once and time for team is the time the slowest takes ?.. How is everyone tonight. Anyone fancy a silly theme night like the biscuits night the other week as could do with some humour today.

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i can't think of a theme as such Tri but here is a bit of Spike Milligan which always cheers me up:

Sillly Poem
Spike Milligan
Said Hamlet to Ophelia,
I'll draw a sketch of thee,
What kind of pencil shall I use?
2B or not 2B?

Good evening Fell Poets. Hope you dont mind me joining in.


Hey listen!
Listen to the sound of me speaking
But not the words...
Listen to your sighs
Guiding me.
Listen in peace
To my heart.
Listen in fear
Of discovery.
Hey listen.
Shhh.
Listen.

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Originally Posted by freckle

i can't think of a theme as such Tri but here is a bit of Spike Milligan which always cheers me up:

Sillly Poem
Spike Milligan
Said Hamlet to Ophelia,
I'll draw a sketch of thee,
What kind of pencil shall I use?
2B or not 2B?

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and another from Spike

Twinkle Twinkle little star
How I wonder what you are
A shining piece of rocket case
A rubbish dump in outer space

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Originally Posted by Brock

Good evening Fell Poets. Hope you dont mind me joining in.


Hey listen!
Listen to the sound of me speaking
But not the words...
Listen to your sighs
Guiding me.
Listen in peace
To my heart.
Listen in fear
Of discovery.
Hey listen.
Shhh.
Listen.

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Welcome to the thread Brock! its always good to have new contributors....and is this your own work prey tell? If so I am suitably impressed! :)

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Originally Posted by freckle

Welcome to the thread Brock! its always good to have new contributors....and is this your own work prey tell? If so I am suitably impressed! :)

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indeed it is. And thank you.

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Originally Posted by Brock

Good evening Fell Poets. Hope you dont mind me joining in.


Hey listen!
Listen to the sound of me speaking
But not the words...
Listen to your sighs
Guiding me.
Listen in peace
To my heart.
Listen in fear
Of discovery.
Hey listen.
Shhh.
Listen.

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Welcome Brock. You certainly don't need to ask permission. Dive on in. What a great introduction!

Love your link on the bottom of your post!

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Originally Posted by Brock

and another from Spike

Twinkle Twinkle little star
How I wonder what you are
A shining piece of rocket case
A rubbish dump in outer space

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Ha ha. I like that.

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

Welcome Brock. You certainly don't need to ask permission. Dive on in. What a great introduction!

Love your link on the bottom of your post!

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i've just had a look and that is soooooooooo funny!....tri i think we have our theme tonight!...psychedlic badger /animal antics!!!! :D

badgers are cool
badgers are funny
but too many mushrooms
equals a dicky tummy!

You may have thought that with my recent preoccupations with other 'adventures' in life making claims on my time, and diverting my attention from this thread, I wouldn't notice - but I have, so there! Yes, there's been a distinct lack of our Sylvia on this thread. So, to redress the balance - take this.....

For a Fatherless Son

You will be aware of an absence, presently,
Growing beside you, like a tree,
A death tree, color gone, an Australian gum tree ---
Balding, gelded by lightning--an illusion,
And a sky like a pig's backside, an utter lack of attention.
But right now you are dumb.
And I love your stupidity,
The blind mirror of it. I look in
And find no face but my own, and you think that's funny.
It is good for me
To have you grab my nose, a ladder rung.
One day you may touch what's wrong ---
The small skulls, the smashed blue hills, the godawful hush.
Till then your smiles are found money.

ah " you smiles are found money" devine:o


Consider your selves all duly reprimanded:mad:

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Originally Posted by Mossdog

You may have thought that with my recent preoccupations with other 'adventures' in life making claims on my time, and diverting my attention from this thread, I wouldn't notice - but I have, so there! Yes, there's been a distinct lack of our Sylvia on this thread. So, to redress the balance - take this.....

For a Fatherless Son

You will be aware of an absence, presently,
Growing beside you, like a tree,
A death tree, color gone, an Australian gum tree ---
Balding, gelded by lightning--an illusion,
And a sky like a pig's backside, an utter lack of attention.
But right now you are dumb.
And I love your stupidity,
The blind mirror of it. I look in
And find no face but my own, and you think that's funny.
It is good for me
To have you grab my nose, a ladder rung.
One day you may touch what's wrong ---
The small skulls, the smashed blue hills, the godawful hush.
Till then your smiles are found money.

ah " you smiles are found money" devine:o


Consider your selves all duly reprimanded:mad:

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Brilliant Mossy!...i don't mind being reprimanded at all!....Mmmm should i be admitting that ? :eek:

Ages ago I read Vikrem Seth's " A suitable boy", it is sucha romantic book littered with poetry which he intervweaves in the story, in fact i think if i remember right one of the charcaters sends poetry to his love but i might have that wrong as i literally haven't read it for years...but anyway here is one of his more sombre little poems....

Somewhere within your loving look I sense,
Without the least intention to deceive,
Without suspicion, without evidence,
Somewhere within your heart the heart to leave.

Vikram Seth </B>

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Originally Posted by freckle

Ages ago I read Vikrem Seth's " A suitable boy", it is sucha romantic book littered with poetry which he intervweaves in the story, in fact i think if i remember right one of the charcaters sends poetry to his love but i might have that wrong as i literally haven't read it for years...but anyway here is one of his more sombre little poems....

Somewhere within your loving look I sense,
Without the least intention to deceive,
Without suspicion, without evidence,
Somewhere within your heart the heart to leave.

Vikram Seth </B>

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Vikram Seth is ace! I need to re-read A Suitable Boy. I've got a couple of trips coming up and will have to take it with me on one :)

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Originally Posted by Derby Tup

Vikram Seth is ace! I need to re-read A Suitable Boy. I've got a couple of trips coming up and will have to take it with me on one :)

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aye its good, its a huge book but i found it educational and it also really made me want to go to india...one day hopefully!

changing the subject slightly...i am really into thomas hardy poems at the minute...here's one i like....

Between us

Between us now and here -
Two thrown together
Who are not wont to wear
Life's flushest feather -
Who see the scenes slide past,
The daytimes dimming fast,
Let there be truth at last,
Even if despair.

So thoroughly and long
Have you now known me,
So real in faith and strong
Have I now shown me,
That nothing needs disguise
Further in any wise,
Or asks or justifies
A guarded tongue.

Face unto face, then, say,
Eyes mine own meeting,
Is your heart far away,
Or with mine beating?
When false things are brought low,
And swift things have grown slow,
Feigning like froth shall go,
Faith be for aye.

Thomas Hardy

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Originally Posted by Derby Tup

Vikram Seth is ace! I need to re-read A Suitable Boy. I've got a couple of trips coming up and will have to take it with me on one :)

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Some more trips? I hope they'll be haiku-inspiring. :)

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

Some more trips? I hope they'll be haiku-inspiring. :)

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South Africa in three weeks time, then Shanghai for a fortnight in April. Poetry will hopefully result. Maybe even some that rhymes! :)

Thomas Hardy has just been added to my list of poets to read more of. That's lovely.

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Originally Posted by freckle

aye its good, its a huge book but i found it educational and it also really made me want to go to india...one day hopefully!

changing the subject slightly...i am really into thomas hardy poems at the minute...here's one i like....

Between us

Between us now and here -
Two thrown together
Who are not wont to wear
Life's flushest feather -
Who see the scenes slide past,
The daytimes dimming fast,
Let there be truth at last,
Even if despair.

So thoroughly and long
Have you now known me,
So real in faith and strong
Have I now shown me,
That nothing needs disguise
Further in any wise,
Or asks or justifies
A guarded tongue.

Face unto face, then, say,
Eyes mine own meeting,
Is your heart far away,
Or with mine beating?
When false things are brought low,
And swift things have grown slow,
Feigning like froth shall go,
Faith be for aye.

Thomas Hardy

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Originally Posted by Derby Tup

South Africa in three weeks time, then Shanghai for a fortnight in April. Poetry will hopefully result. Maybe even some that rhymes! :)

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Wow!........................looking forward to some fantastic haiku!

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Originally Posted by Derby Tup

South Africa in three weeks time, then Shanghai for a fortnight in April. Poetry will hopefully result. Maybe even some that rhymes! :)

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I hope you get chance to see some sights again in between the work. There are some delightful places in SA.

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

I hope you get chance to see some sights again in between the work. There are some delightful places in SA.

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We should get a proper weekend off so I'm hoping to do some sight-seeing! :cool:

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Originally Posted by Derby Tup

South Africa in three weeks time, then Shanghai for a fortnight in April. Poetry will hopefully result. Maybe even some that rhymes! :)

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Sounds good Andy, i'm jealous, i'm off to Rome tomorrow.........Rome the hills round Ripponden that is, have a great time mate;)

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

How does the idea of having a FPS team for the Lakeside Gummers How Rowing / Fell race this year sound?

http://www.nwemail.co.uk/sport/gumme...1?referrerPath=

It is normally complete chaos as you can see from the video clip, but a great night out. It is three per team, and ability in running / rowing is certainly not needed. There is no rush to enter a team, as it isn't on until the 19th of June.

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I would love to go and I used to row (stroke in a squad of four)) but unfortunately I am probably doing the North Yorkshire Open Studios that weekend (depends if I get accepted this year). Can't miss it as it is brilliant careerwise. Blast!:(

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Originally Posted by merrylegs

Sounds good Andy, i'm jealous, i'm off to Rome tomorrow.........Rome the hills round Ripponden that is, have a great time mate;)

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'Roming' the Ripponden fells sounds great to me Steve! Good run out you had at the weekend mate :)

Here she sits alone
full of hope and dreams once lost
of logs burning in the hearth,
fresh bread loaded on the prongs
held carefully over embers glowing

Outside the wind howls,
rain pounding window panes
rabbits snug within their burrows
not a care in the world
sheltered safely from the winter storm

Candles gutter in a draught not felt
the warm flickering bringing peace and calm
smells of applewood burning
a vision of blossom on the tree
the taste of toast and butter melting

How lucky that she can dream
when so far from all
that is loved and cherished
for the reality that she knows
shows no mercy on the tender soul

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Originally Posted by freckle

I have found this poem today and found it incredibly moving....

All Legendary Obstacles

John Montague

All legendary obstacles lay between
Us, the long imaginary plain,
The monstrous ruck of mountains
And, swinging across the night,
Flooding the Sacramento, San Joaquin,
The hissing drift of winter rain.

All day I waited, shifting
Nervously from station to bar
As I saw another train sail
By, the San Francisco Chief or
Golden Gate, water dripping
From great flanged wheels.

At midnight you came, pale
Above the negro porter's lamp.
I was too blind with rain
And doubt to speak, but
Reached from the platform
Until our chilled hands met.

You had been travelling for days
With an old lady, who marked
A neat circle on the glass
With her glove, to watch us
Move into the wet darkness
Kissing, still unable to speak.

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That is really moving. I have had those feelings and sublime meetings where you wait for one that has travelled great distances to meet you and this sums it up beautifully. I wish I could write poetry like this.

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Originally Posted by Derby Tup

'Roming' the Ripponden fells sounds great to me Steve! Good run out you had at the weekend mate :)

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Yeah, enjoyed it, it was like going out for a five course meal:D

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Originally Posted by Stef F

Here she sits alone
full of hope and dreams once lost
of logs burning in the hearth,
fresh bread loaded on the prongs
held carefully over embers glowing

Outside the wind howls,
rain pounding window panes
rabbits snug within their burrows
not a care in the world
sheltered safely from the winter storm

Candles gutter in a draught not felt
the warm flickering bringing peace and calm
smells of applewood burning
a vision of blossom on the tree
the taste of toast and butter melting

How lucky that she can dream
when so far from all
that is loved and cherished
for the reality that she knows
shows no mercy on the tender soul

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Did you write this Stef? its lovely , v moving

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Originally Posted by Stef F

Here she sits alone
full of hope and dreams once lost
of logs burning in the hearth,
fresh bread loaded on the prongs
held carefully over embers glowing

Outside the wind howls,
rain pounding window panes
rabbits snug within their burrows
not a care in the world
sheltered safely from the winter storm

Candles gutter in a draught not felt
the warm flickering bringing peace and calm
smells of applewood burning
a vision of blossom on the tree
the taste of toast and butter melting

How lucky that she can dream
when so far from all
that is loved and cherished
for the reality that she knows
shows no mercy on the tender soul

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My God, that's bloody brilliant Stef! :)

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Originally Posted by freckle

Did you write this Stef? its lovely , v moving

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Thanks, yes I wrote it :)

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Originally Posted by Brock

Good evening Fell Poets. Hope you dont mind me joining in.


Hey listen!
Listen to the sound of me speaking
But not the words...
Listen to your sighs
Guiding me.
Listen in peace
To my heart.
Listen in fear
Of discovery.
Hey listen.
Shhh.
Listen.

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I like this a lot and it is nice to see you here Brock.:)