Today's poet

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Originally Posted by merrylegs

Goodnight Harry, hope the HHH family is well;)

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Night Merry

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

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

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Yes, William's sister, talking about this.

night all :) too tired x

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Originally Posted by freckle

night all :) too tired x

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Night freckle, get some rest and renewal:)

Winter Solitude

I saw the city's towers on a luminous pale-gray sky;
Beyond them a hill of the softest mistiest green,
With naught but frost and the coming of night between,
And a long thin cloud above the colour of August rye.
I sat in the midst of a plain on my snowshoes with bended knee
Where the thin wind stung my cheeks,
And the hard snow ran in little ripples and peaks,
Like the fretted floor of a white and petrified sea.
And a strange peace gathered about my soul and shone,
As I sat reflecting there,
In a world so mystically fair,
So deathly silent--I so utterly alone.

Archibald Lampman

Now that's more like it. Still wasn't quite what I was looking for but I guess I'll have to write one myself!

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Originally Posted by freckle

night all :) too tired x

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Night Freckle, look after yourself. x

Some great stuff tonight from new contributors and regulars.

Its my bedtime too, goodnight one and all.

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Originally Posted by Hes

Winter Solitude

I saw the city's towers on a luminous pale-gray sky;
Beyond them a hill of the softest mistiest green,
With naught but frost and the coming of night between,
And a long thin cloud above the colour of August rye.
I sat in the midst of a plain on my snowshoes with bended knee
Where the thin wind stung my cheeks,
And the hard snow ran in little ripples and peaks,
Like the fretted floor of a white and petrified sea.
And a strange peace gathered about my soul and shone,
As I sat reflecting there,
In a world so mystically fair,
So deathly silent--I so utterly alone.

Archibald Lampman

Now that's more like it. Still wasn't quite what I was looking for but I guess I'll have to write one myself!

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Solitude is something you dream of when the kid's are playing up, but when you have it, you miss the little angels.
Look forward to reading your poem Hes.
Night all:)

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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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gosh! I enjoyed the imagery, but how sad. A lovely poem. It's great to see original work here.

Senility.

If for one day i was me,
I'd laugh at life's absurdities,
That just when you find you've mastered it,
Your mind and talents go bit by bit,
Time plays tricks on my poetry,
My joy of words has gone from me.

By Matt Harmston.

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Originally Posted by tri-mind

Senility.

If for one day i was me,
I'd laugh at life's absurdities,
That just when you find you've mastered it,
Your mind and talents go bit by bit,
Time plays tricks on my poetry,
My joy of words has gone from me.

By Matt Harmston.

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tri - I liked that. And am reminded of the Terry Pratchet interviews that have been in the press today and recently.

Thanks OW. I just called it senility but really a whole host of mental illness could be covered.I think Pratchett as a point he just wants to die with dignity and his idea for assisted suicide sounded wise.

Ah, the moon, which rose to the sky
is not the same that saw you
to be born of my arms
the night falls on our love
and now remains only, of the love,
one word—goodbye

Ah, willing to stay
but having to go away
ah, love is to go and die
throughout life
it is to reflect in the tear
the brief moment
from a pure star
whose light died

Oh woman, star shining
break down, but before you go away
tear out my heart
drive the talons into my breast in pain
and vanishes in blood all our love
everything an illusion

Ah, wanting to stay
but having to go away
ah, how loving is to go and die
throughout life
it is reflecting in the tear
the brief moment
from a pure star
whose light died
in a dark night
sad like me…

SERENADE TO FAREWELL VINICUS DE MORAES

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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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Good one Hes :cool: I am a big fan of Keats. 'La Belle dame sans merci' is my favourite :D

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Originally Posted by tri-mind

Senility.

If for one day i was me,
I'd laugh at life's absurdities,
That just when you find you've mastered it,
Your mind and talents go bit by bit,
Time plays tricks on my poetry,
My joy of words has gone from me.

By Matt Harmston.

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Very good Tri. I enjoyed that one :)

Alf, Star Trek IV Spock talking to kirk on bus quote. I am a trek fan are you ?.
If so what did you think of the new one ?.

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Originally Posted by tri-mind

Alf, Star Trek IV Spock talking to kirk on bus quote. I am a trek fan are you ?.
If so what did you think of the new one ?.

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Not sure if I should own up to that :o

It was in the pickup coming back from the Cetacean Institute in Sausalito.

I liked it but II and IV and 1st Contact still my favourites. My daughter bought me the Blue Ray set for Christmas containing II, III, IV :D

Keep up the Poetry (all of you) as I am really enjoying it.

That is fabulous, and if I was going to have to choose one to read out out at the FPS first meet, that would have to be on the list.

Some poems just sound so much better when read out loud. Give it a go!

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Originally Posted by Derby Tup

Ah, the moon, which rose to the sky
is not the same that saw you
to be born of my arms
the night falls on our love
and now remains only, of the love,
one word—goodbye

Ah, willing to stay
but having to go away
ah, love is to go and die
throughout life
it is to reflect in the tear
the brief moment
from a pure star
whose light died

Oh woman, star shining
break down, but before you go away
tear out my heart
drive the talons into my breast in pain
and vanishes in blood all our love
everything an illusion

Ah, wanting to stay
but having to go away
ah, how loving is to go and die
throughout life
it is reflecting in the tear
the brief moment
from a pure star
whose light died
in a dark night
sad like me…

SERENADE TO FAREWELL VINICUS DE MORAES

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I read it out loud prior to posting HHH:)

Apparently he had eight wives and drank himself to death. Makes old Pablo look a saint :eek:

Great my wife bought me the same as well.

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Originally Posted by Derby Tup

I read it out loud prior to posting HHH:)

Apparently he {SERENADE TO FAREWELL VINICUS DE MORAES} had eight wives and drank himself to death. Makes old Pablo look a saint :eek:

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O Poetinha, No morals:D

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Originally Posted by Hes

Better dash...I've managed to eek out my lunch for long enough...there is a rather large hare waiting to be printed in my studio. See you later.

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Has your rather large hare escaped yet?

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Originally Posted by XRunner

Has your rather large hare escaped yet?

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It seems to have done a runner or should I say XRunner...you chose the right one as well...I like this, maybe I could get everyone to have my prints as their avatar and see if it helps sales any!:D

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Originally Posted by Hes

It seems to have done a runner or should I say XRunner...you chose the right one as well...I like this, maybe I could get everyone to have my prints as their avatar and see if it helps sales any!:D

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Just changed my avatar, but would like to use your fallen angel as one if that's ok Hes.

Dorothy

Your reaction an awakening,
I got you all wrong,
unconditional understanding,
a balm to my soul.
But then your story was inside me
all along,
just
with a different outcome.
Sweet 18, with a cockney lilt,
an eye for style
and short hand typing skills,
your tartan tights weren’t warm enough
for these northern climbs
and pretty soon that diamond
in your eyes,
and the sophistication of your mind
dimmed in the shade of lonely nights,
3 kids under 25 then another surprise.
But amidst the worn out carpet
was Shakespeare, the Brontes
and your ever present dictionary.
And now, I see you mum
for the very first time,
adult to adult, your last child,
her new self screeching
as she outgrows
the kernel of repetition
finally starting her own journey,
scared and sometimes lonely
but now
ME.

Good stuff freckle :)

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Originally Posted by freckle

Dorothy

Your reaction an awakening,
I got you all wrong,
unconditional understanding,
a balm to my soul.
But then your story was inside me all along,
just with a different outcome.
Sweet 18, with a cockney lilt,
an eye for style and short hand typing skills,
your tartan tights weren’t warm enough
for these northern climbs
and pretty soon that diamond
in your eyes,
and the sophistication of your mind
dimmed in the shade of lonely nights,
3 kids under 25 then another surprise.
But amidst the worn out carpet
Shakespeare, the Brontes
and your ever present dictionary.
And now, I see you mum
for the very first time,
adult to adult, your last child,
her new self screeching as she outgrows
the kernel of repetition
finally starting her own journey,
scared and sometimes lonely
but now
ME.

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Rust

Oxidised bus stops, railings
bicycle chains left out through
Winter

Red fungi that grows
from ferrous metal
like a lichen on granite
tors.

Water, air and time
is all that's needed
we can't stop stuff
from changing.

Hes, something that fits the 'alone not lonely' bill:

Happy the man, and happy he alone,
He who can call today his own:
He who, secure within, can say,
Tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.
Be fair or foul or rain or shine
The joys I have posessed, in spite of fate, are mine.
Not Heaven itself upon the past has power,
But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.

John Dryden Happy the Man

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Originally Posted by neil wootton

Rust

Oxidised bus stops, railings
bicycle chains left out through
Winter

Red fungi that grows
from ferrous metal
like a lichen on granite
tors.

Water, air and time
is all that's needed
we can't stop stuff
from changing.

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absolutely beautiful neil really really liked the last line! one for my wall i reckon!

Cheers freckle

I composed that to the tune of ice ice baby

AND the smell of rusting bus stops make me want to puke, honest

inspiration will never cease:o

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Originally Posted by Derby Tup

Hes, something that fits the 'alone not lonely' bill:

Happy the man, and happy he alone,
He who can call today his own:
He who, secure within, can say,
Tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.
Be fair or foul or rain or shine
The joys I have posessed, in spite of fate, are mine.
Not Heaven itself upon the past has power,
But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.

John Dryden Happy the Man

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That's one of my favourites DT.

Just went back through the posts and saw this Freckle appears very honest and very truthful, the latter of those I consider the most important ingredient in poetry.

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Originally Posted by freckle

Dorothy

Your reaction an awakening,
I got you all wrong,
unconditional understanding,
a balm to my soul.
But then your story was inside me
all along,
just
with a different outcome.
Sweet 18, with a cockney lilt,
an eye for style
and short hand typing skills,
your tartan tights weren’t warm enough
for these northern climbs
and pretty soon that diamond
in your eyes,
and the sophistication of your mind
dimmed in the shade of lonely nights,
3 kids under 25 then another surprise.
But amidst the worn out carpet
was Shakespeare, the Brontes
and your ever present dictionary.
And now, I see you mum
for the very first time,
adult to adult, your last child,
her new self screeching
as she outgrows
the kernel of repetition
finally starting her own journey,
scared and sometimes lonely
but now
ME.

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Seventy two times
Yet different every time
Still my favourite route

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

Seventy two times
Yet different every time
Still my favourite route

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Training or commute Harry? :D

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Originally Posted by Derby Tup

Training or commute Harry? :D

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Ha ha. Training, and a diary displaying autistic tendancies! :)

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Originally Posted by neil wootton

Just went back through the posts and saw this Freckle appears very honest and very truthful, the latter of those I consider the most important ingredient in poetry.

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Freckle's poem is wonderfully honest and truthful. But there's always a place for fictional poetry too. Otherwise you'd miss out on twaddle like this....

Neil went out for a run
And decided for a bit of fun
To compose some haiku
So he had a good try to
And came back with at least twenty one

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Originally Posted by freckle

Dorothy

Your reaction an awakening,
I got you all wrong,
unconditional understanding,
a balm to my soul.
But then your story was inside me
all along,
just
with a different outcome.
Sweet 18, with a cockney lilt,
an eye for style
and short hand typing skills,
your tartan tights weren’t warm enough
for these northern climbs
and pretty soon that diamond
in your eyes,
and the sophistication of your mind
dimmed in the shade of lonely nights,
3 kids under 25 then another surprise.
But amidst the worn out carpet
was Shakespeare, the Brontes
and your ever present dictionary.
And now, I see you mum
for the very first time,
adult to adult, your last child,
her new self screeching
as she outgrows
the kernel of repetition
finally starting her own journey,
scared and sometimes lonely
but now
ME.

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Magnificent.

Honesty ?.

How can i write honestly,
When all i am is a concoction of chemicals,
Put together by the medical fraternity,
Whatever was me left fleeing crying,
Into the vacuum that was called my heart,
Is my poetry the last sole soldier,
Fighting for my soul with all it's might,
Or is this just an induced action,
Created in a laboratory to make me good for society,
I don't know anymore it's too long gone,
So i say prayer and dig the grave,
Of the young boy that was once me,
At least for a fleeting moment,
Cover the casket with soil lay down the hyacinth,
And hope like hell one day he might return,
In all his youth and beauty,
Until then i wait within the prison of my mind.

By Matt Harmston.

With this month bearing some unbearable date,
let's not too full enfold that state,
which makes a claim on many a heart,
that at first can seem to gleam so bright,
but leave us then in the coldest night.
So let's just be more circumspect,
and careful of the dreams we may erect,
and more measured in our affect.

Or as John put it more eloquently...

A Lecture upon the Shadow

STAND still, and I will read to thee
A lecture, love, in love's philosophy.
These three hours that we have spent,
Walking here, two shadows went
Along with us, which we ourselves produc'd.
But, now the sun is just above our head,
We do those shadows tread,
And to brave clearness all things are reduc'd.
So whilst our infant loves did grow,
Disguises did, and shadows, flow
From us, and our cares; but now 'tis not so.
That love has not attain'd the high'st degree,
Which is still diligent lest others see.
Except our loves at this noon stay,
We shall new shadows make the other way.
As the first were made to blind
Others, these which come behind
Will work upon ourselves, and blind our eyes.
If our loves faint, and westwardly decline,
To me thou, falsely, thine,
And I to thee mine actions shall disguise.
The morning shadows wear away,
But these grow longer all the day;
But oh, love's day is short, if love decay.
Love is a growing, or full constant light,
And his first minute, after noon, is night.

John Donne