Today's poet

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Originally Posted by Hes

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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But what about your career as a runner/rower? Get your priorities sorted! :rolleyes:

What a shame you can't make it. I was just going to make a comment about your stroking skills. But on second thoughts. :eek:

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Originally Posted by Stef F

Thanks, yes I wrote it :)

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you are good girl!..........:)

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Originally Posted by Stef F

Thanks, yes I wrote it :)

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Wow. I'm really impressed.

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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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This is gorgeous Stef. I've just spent most of my time catching up on tonights postings and this is one of the highlights.

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Originally Posted by Derby Tup

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

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It is indeed, like the bit about rabbits snug in their burrows, would have liked to be a rabbit when the hailstones came down on Blea Moor during the Fellsman:eek:
Stef will remember that!!!!

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Originally Posted by Hes

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

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It was nice to see a new keen poet here tonight. Glad to see you got back safe. Is there any snow with you?

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Originally Posted by merrylegs

It is indeed, like the bit about rabbits snug in their burrows, would have liked to be a rabbit when the hailstones came down on Blea Moor during the Fellsman:eek:
Stef will remember that!!!!

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Oh yes, that will never be forgotten!

Beautiful Blea moor
In blizzard of hail pounding
nearly killed Stef F

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

It was nice to see a new keen poet here tonight.

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A good piece by Brock, and like you Harry, i like the Badger Song, kids discovered it a couple of years ago and the house often shakes with their singing of Badgers, Mushrooms and Snakes:D

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

It was nice to see a new keen poet here tonight. Glad to see you got back safe. Is there any snow with you?

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No it is raining now but it was lovely earlier. Slate grey sky, golden light on the moor and a gentle wind. At least the rain meant that the ice melted and I got home without any mishaps, cheers HHH.

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Originally Posted by merrylegs

A good piece by Brock, and like you Harry, i like the Badger Song, kids discovered it a couple of years ago and the house often shakes with their singing of Badgers, Mushrooms and Snakes:D

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I just watched it! It's mad!! Does it just keep on going? I might stick it on when I need motivating in the mornings.;)

Thanks everyone for your lovely reaction to my first ever poem :o
I'm off to bed now to dream of ...... never you mind!

Stef
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Originally Posted by Hes

No it is raining now but it was lovely earlier. Slate grey sky, golden light on the moor and a gentle wind. At least the rain meant that the ice melted and I got home without any mishaps, cheers HHH.

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That's great. I've not been to Pateley Bridge for years, but I've got happy memories of family camping holidays there.

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Originally Posted by Stef F

Thanks everyone for your lovely reaction to my first ever poem :o
I'm off to bed now to dream of ...... never you mind!

Stef
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na night stef and if that was your first that is just amazing! keep it up! ....sweet dreams ;)

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Originally Posted by Hes

I just watched it! It's mad!! Does it just keep on going? I might stick it on when I need motivating in the mornings.;)

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I'd love to see the print it inspired! :eek::D

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Originally Posted by Stef F

Oh yes, that will never be forgotten!

Beautiful Blea moor
In blizzard of hail pounding
nearly killed Stef F

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After Stonehouse, there was sun
Warmed the half dead
Laughed and plodded on
Might be fibbing there, sure i managed a smile though!

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Originally Posted by freckle

na night stef and if that was your first that is just amazing! keep it up! ....sweet dreams ;)

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Goodnight Stef.

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Originally Posted by Stef F

Thanks everyone for your lovely reaction to my first ever poem :o
I'm off to bed now to dream of ...... never you mind!

Stef
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Sweet dreams then Stef, night!;)

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Originally Posted by merrylegs

After Stonehouse, there was sun
Warmed the half dead
Laughed and plodded on
Might be fibbing there, sure i managed a smile though!

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Who need the whole truth! As long as it is poetic!

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Originally Posted by Hes

I just watched it! It's mad!! Does it just keep on going? I might stick it on when I need motivating in the mornings.;)

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No need, save electricity and just borrow my kids:D

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

That's great. I've not been to Pateley Bridge for years, but I've got happy memories of family camping holidays there.

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Its a great place for cycling and running as it is in a valley and the hills around it are steep so you always get a great workout! I teach at a studio there each Monday (until mid-march).

Goodnight Stef. Sleep well and sweet dreams ;)

Goodnight Stef

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Originally Posted by merrylegs

No need, save electricity and just borrow my kids:D

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Not sure about that Merry...haven't you got four? I think they'd run rings round me. Thanks for the offer though:D

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Originally Posted by Hes

Its a great place for cycling and running as it is in a valley and the hills around it are steep so you always get a great workout! I teach at a studio there each Monday (until mid-march).

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Sounds like my kind of place. Hills in every direction! It feels quite odd now when I head down south without a hill on the horizon. Nowhere to run to!

Been trying to find some good poems about being alone as opposed to lonely which I think is a very different thing, but I can;t find any good ones. I think that is a bit disappointing...does anyone know any.

I like this though.

Acquainted with the Night

I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain -- and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.

I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.

I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,

But not to call me back or say good-bye;
And further still at an unearthly height,
A luminary clock against the sky

Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night.

Robert Frost

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Originally Posted by Hes

Not sure about that Merry...haven't you got four? I think they'd run rings round me. Thanks for the offer though:D

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Only three, but seems like more:D

Now there is a challenge. They are very different things aren't they, and it isn't always necessarily a bad thing, being alone at times. Plus, you can be lonely in a crowd. I'll have a look.

Robert Frost is as good as ever

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Originally Posted by Hes

Been trying to find some good poems about being alone as opposed to lonely which I think is a very different thing, but I can;t find any good ones. I think that is a bit disappointing...does anyone know any.

I like this though.

Acquainted with the Night

I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain -- and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.

I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.

I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,

But not to call me back or say good-bye;
And further still at an unearthly height,
A luminary clock against the sky

Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night.

Robert Frost

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

Who need the whole truth! As long as it is poetic!

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Thank god for that! There wasn't much sun and i was fully dead:D

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Originally Posted by merrylegs

Only three, but seems like more:D

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My point exactly. Once did a printmaking class with 15 under tens and it was like tipping out a box of mice in the room and they were all armed with inky rollers whilst I stood bemused in the middle. (it did go well and I actually loved it once I got the hang of how to crowd manage)

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Originally Posted by Hes

Been trying to find some good poems about being alone as opposed to lonely which I think is a very different thing, but I can;t find any good ones. I think that is a bit disappointing...does anyone know any.

I like this though.

Acquainted with the Night

I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain -- and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.

I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.

I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,

But not to call me back or say good-bye;
And further still at an unearthly height,
A luminary clock against the sky

Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night.

Robert Frost

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i adore this but then i would being a massive frost fan!!!! thanksfor posting i 'll think on about the lone poems :)

Suzanne Vega has this to say...I do like her, saw her at Glastonbury, amazing!

"Solitude Standing"

Solitude stands by the window
She turns her head as I walk in the room
I can see by her eyes she's been waiting
Standing in the slant of the late afternoon

And she turns to me with her hand extended
Her palm is split with a flower with a flame

Solitude stands in the doorway
And I'm struck once again by her black silhouette
By her long cool stare and her silence
I suddenly remember each time we've met

And she turns to me with her hand extended
Her palm is split with a flower with a flame

And she says "I've come to set a twisted thing straight"
And she says "I've come to lighten this dark heart"
And she takes my wrist, I feel her imprint of fear
And I say "I've never thought of finding you here"

I turn to the crowd as they're watching
They're sitting all together in the dark in the warm
I wanted to be in there among them
I see how their eyes are gathered into one

And then she turns to me with her hand extended
Her palm is split with a flower with a flame

And she says "I've come to set a twisted thing straight"
And she says"l've come to lighten this dark heart"
And she takes my wrist, I feel her imprint of fear
And I say "I've never thought of finding you here"

Solitude stands in the doorway
And I'm struck once again by her black silhouette
By her long cool stare and her silence
I suddenly remember each time we've met

And she turns to me with her hand extended
Her palm is split with a flower with a flame

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C5V4LNHHFyA

Listening to it now. I bet she was fantastic live.

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Originally Posted by Hes

Suzanne Vega has this to say...I do like her, saw her at Glastonbury, amazing!

"Solitude Standing"

Solitude stands by the window
She turns her head as I walk in the room
I can see by her eyes she's been waiting
Standing in the slant of the late afternoon

And she turns to me with her hand extended
Her palm is split with a flower with a flame

Solitude stands in the doorway
And I'm struck once again by her black silhouette
By her long cool stare and her silence
I suddenly remember each time we've met

And she turns to me with her hand extended
Her palm is split with a flower with a flame

And she says "I've come to set a twisted thing straight"
And she says "I've come to lighten this dark heart"
And she takes my wrist, I feel her imprint of fear
And I say "I've never thought of finding you here"

I turn to the crowd as they're watching
They're sitting all together in the dark in the warm
I wanted to be in there among them
I see how their eyes are gathered into one

And then she turns to me with her hand extended
Her palm is split with a flower with a flame

And she says "I've come to set a twisted thing straight"
And she says"l've come to lighten this dark heart"
And she takes my wrist, I feel her imprint of fear
And I say "I've never thought of finding you here"

Solitude stands in the doorway
And I'm struck once again by her black silhouette
By her long cool stare and her silence
I suddenly remember each time we've met

And she turns to me with her hand extended
Her palm is split with a flower with a flame

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Originally Posted by Hes

Been trying to find some good poems about being alone as opposed to lonely

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Reminded me of Dorothy's walk:

"When we were in the woods beyond Gowbarrow Park we saw a few daffodils close to the water-side. We fancied that the lake had floated the seeds ashore, and that the little colony had so sprung up.
But as we went along there were more and yet more; and at last, under the boughs of the trees, we saw that there was a long belt of them along the shore, about the breadth of a country turnpike road. I never saw daffodils so beautiful. They grew among the mossy stones about and about them; some rested their heads upon these stones, as on a pillow, for weariness; and the rest tossed and reeled and danced, and seemed as if they verily laughed with the wind, that blew upon them over the lake; they looked so gay, ever glancing, ever changing. This wind blew directly over the lake to them. There was here and there a little knot, and a few stragglers higher up; but they were so few as not to disturb the simplicity, unity, and life of that one busy highway."

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Originally Posted by Hes

My point exactly. Once did a printmaking class with 15 under tens and it was like tipping out a box of mice in the room and they were all armed with inky rollers whilst I stood bemused in the middle. (it did go well and I actually loved it once I got the hang of how to crowd manage)

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Tipping mice out of a box, like that, reminds me of kid's parties:eek:
In at the deep end crowd management lesson:D

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Originally Posted by Mud

Reminded me of Dorothy's walk:

"When we were in the woods beyond Gowbarrow Park we saw a few daffodils close to the water-side. We fancied that the lake had floated the seeds ashore, and that the little colony had so sprung up.
But as we went along there were more and yet more; and at last, under the boughs of the trees, we saw that there was a long belt of them along the shore, about the breadth of a country turnpike road. I never saw daffodils so beautiful. They grew among the mossy stones about and about them; some rested their heads upon these stones, as on a pillow, for weariness; and the rest tossed and reeled and danced, and seemed as if they verily laughed with the wind, that blew upon them over the lake; they looked so gay, ever glancing, ever changing. This wind blew directly over the lake to them. There was here and there a little knot, and a few stragglers higher up; but they were so few as not to disturb the simplicity, unity, and life of that one busy highway."

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That's lovely. I'm guessing that is Wordworth? Or am I miles off?

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Originally Posted by Mud

Reminded me of Dorothy's walk:

"When we were in the woods beyond Gowbarrow Park we saw a few daffodils close to the water-side. We fancied that the lake had floated the seeds ashore, and that the little colony had so sprung up.
But as we went along there were more and yet more; and at last, under the boughs of the trees, we saw that there was a long belt of them along the shore, about the breadth of a country turnpike road. I never saw daffodils so beautiful. They grew among the mossy stones about and about them; some rested their heads upon these stones, as on a pillow, for weariness; and the rest tossed and reeled and danced, and seemed as if they verily laughed with the wind, that blew upon them over the lake; they looked so gay, ever glancing, ever changing. This wind blew directly over the lake to them. There was here and there a little knot, and a few stragglers higher up; but they were so few as not to disturb the simplicity, unity, and life of that one busy highway."

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That's lovely and fits the theme of this by Keats:
John Keats - To Solitude

O solitude! if I must with thee dwell,
Let it not be among the jumbled heap
Of murky buildings; climb with me the steep,—
Nature's observatory—whence the dell,
Its flowery slopes, its river's crystal swell,
May seem a span; let me thy vigils keep
'Mongst boughs pavillion'd, where the deer's swift leap
Startles the wild bee from the fox-glove bell.
But though I'll gladly trace these scenes with thee,
Yet the sweet converse of an innocent mind,
Whose words are images of thoughts refin'd,
Is my soul's pleasure; and it sure must be
Almost the highest bliss of human-kind,
When to thy haunts two kindred spirits flee.

Solitude. That's a far better word than alone!

That is beautiful. Two kindred spirits.

And that is where I'm going have to leave it tonight. Goodnight all.

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Originally Posted by Hes

That's lovely and fits the theme of this by Keats:
John Keats - To Solitude

O solitude! if I must with thee dwell,
Let it not be among the jumbled heap
Of murky buildings; climb with me the steep,—
Nature's observatory—whence the dell,
Its flowery slopes, its river's crystal swell,
May seem a span; let me thy vigils keep
'Mongst boughs pavillion'd, where the deer's swift leap
Startles the wild bee from the fox-glove bell.
But though I'll gladly trace these scenes with thee,
Yet the sweet converse of an innocent mind,
Whose words are images of thoughts refin'd,
Is my soul's pleasure; and it sure must be
Almost the highest bliss of human-kind,
When to thy haunts two kindred spirits flee.

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

Solitude. That's a far better word than alone!

That is beautiful. Two kindred spirits.

And that is where I'm going have to leave it tonight. Goodnight all.

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Night HHH, sleep well.

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Originally Posted by Hes

Night HHH, sleep well.

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Cheers Hes, you too.

Goodnight Harry, hope the HHH family is well;)