Today's poet

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Originally Posted by Herakles

Half Hungarian. That explains the Cluster you are always Hungary.

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Half right

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Originally Posted by Herakles

Merrylegs you would also be a countryman to the great Bela Lugosi if i am not mistaken.

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Fully right;)

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Originally Posted by freckle

I hear this is one of the long term effects of the AW on one's gait....

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IqhlQ...eature=related

think i'll find a poem b4 bed like....

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Nice one freckle, try that on a gait-analysis treadmill and see what trainers they reccomend:D

Here's a bit of poetry from the pythons.....have to say I am looking a bit rough on this one and need a make over from the lads

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5NLz3fEWinI

ps the bit where i fall off the stage is very amusing

night all

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Originally Posted by freckle

Here's a bit of poetry from the pythons.....have to say I am looking a bit rough on this one and need a make over from the lads

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5NLz3fEWinI

ps the bit where i fall off the stage is very amusing

night all

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Howay bonny lass, no makeover required, beauty sleep for me though, not enough hours in the day though! Could watch Python all night.

Night Folks, have a great new week:)

Fellrunner Song.

I'm a Fellrunner and i'm o.k.,
I run all night and run all day,
He's a Fellrunner and he's o.k.,
He runs all night and runs all day.

I run hills i run along fells,
I go behind a tree,
On wednesdays i do Hill reps,
And eat cous cous for my tea,
He runs up hills he runs along fells,
He goes behind a tree,
On wednesdays he does hill reps,
And eats cous cous for his tea.

He's a Fellrunner and he's o.k.,
He runs all night and runs all day.

I run through bogs,i trip and fall,
I like to drink from tarns,
I put on my Fell shoes,
My vest and my pack,
And hang around in bogs.

He runs through bogs, he trips and falls,
He likes to drink from tarns,
He puts on his Fell shoes vest and pack,
And hangs around in bogs.

He's a Fellrunner and he's o.k.,
He runs all night and runs all day.

I fall down scree i wear Fell shoes,
A vest and a pack,
But i wish i'd been a roadie,
Just like my dear papa.

He falls down scree he wears Fell shoes,
A vest and a pack,
He wishes he was a roadie,
Just like his dear papa.

He a Fellrunner and he's o.k.,
He runs all night and runs all day.

Herakles.

P.S. I do not wish to be a roadie.

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Originally Posted by Herakles

Fellrunner Song.

I'm a Fellrunner and i'm o.k.,
I run all night and run all day,
He's a Fellrunner and he's o.k.,
He runs all night and runs all day.

I run hills i run along fells,
I go behind a tree,
On wednesdays i do Hill reps,
And eat cous cous for my tea,
He runs up hills he runs along fells,
He goes behind a tree,
On wednesdays he does hill reps,
And eats cous cous for his tea.

He's a Fellrunner and he's o.k.,
He runs all night and runs all day.

I run through bogs,i trip and fall,
I like to drink from tarns,
I put on my Fell shoes,
My vest and my pack,
And hang around in bogs.

He runs through bogs, he trips and falls,
He likes to drink from tarns,
He puts on his Fell shoes vest and pack,
And hangs around in bogs.

He's a Fellrunner and he's o.k.,
He runs all night and runs all day.

I fall down scree i wear Fell shoes,
A vest and a pack,
But i wish i'd been a roadie,
Just like my dear papa.

He falls down scree he wears Fell shoes,
A vest and a pack,
He wishes he was a roadie,
Just like his dear papa.

He a Fellrunner and he's o.k.,
He runs all night and runs all day.

Herakles.

P.S. I do not wish to be a roadie.

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Now that is bloody funny, and good, great stuff Matt, off to bed chuckling:D

Night Merry Me too tired.

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Originally Posted by freckle

OW has created a monster!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!...then nicked off!:D

na night Harry

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A speciality of the house! In too many ways.

Alas...it seems that I missed a very good night on the poetry thread! I was recovering from my new car's inaugural drive by eating curry and playing on a Wii thing with some friends. Interesting experience for one with no tv and no experience of computer games since Tomb Raider. I have found out that, unlike in real life, I am a s***hot ten pin bowler.

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Originally Posted by freckle

Here's a bit of poetry from the pythons.....have to say I am looking a bit rough on this one and need a make over from the lads

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5NLz3fEWinI

ps the bit where i fall off the stage is very amusing

night all

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I've never seen that before. BrilliANT. I thought you might be partial to a glass of Shelley. :)

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Originally Posted by Hes

Alas...it seems that I missed a very good night on the poetry thread! I was recovering from my new car's inaugural drive by eating curry and playing on a Wii thing with some friends. Interesting experience for one with no tv and no experience of computer games since Tomb Raider. I have found out that, unlike in real life, I am a s***hot ten pin bowler.

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It sounds like you had a top night though. Good news about the car. I've not played 10 pin bowling (either real or virtually) in years. I was never much good either. :)

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Originally Posted by Herakles

Fellrunner Song.

I'm a Fellrunner and i'm o.k.,
I run all night and run all day,
He's a Fellrunner and he's o.k.,
He runs all night and runs all day.

I run hills i run along fells,
I go behind a tree,
On wednesdays i do Hill reps,
And eat cous cous for my tea,
He runs up hills he runs along fells,
He goes behind a tree,
On wednesdays he does hill reps,
And eats cous cous for his tea.

He's a Fellrunner and he's o.k.,
He runs all night and runs all day.

I run through bogs,i trip and fall,
I like to drink from tarns,
I put on my Fell shoes,
My vest and my pack,
And hang around in bogs.

He runs through bogs, he trips and falls,
He likes to drink from tarns,
He puts on his Fell shoes vest and pack,
And hangs around in bogs.

He's a Fellrunner and he's o.k.,
He runs all night and runs all day.

I fall down scree i wear Fell shoes,
A vest and a pack,
But i wish i'd been a roadie,
Just like my dear papa.

He falls down scree he wears Fell shoes,
A vest and a pack,
He wishes he was a roadie,
Just like his dear papa.

He a Fellrunner and he's o.k.,
He runs all night and runs all day.

Herakles.

P.S. I do not wish to be a roadie.

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Great stuff Herakles :D I can already see myself singing it on my next run.

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Originally Posted by Herakles

On wednesdays i do Hill reps,
And eat cous cous for my tea

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Absolute class Herakles! :D:D:D

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

I like it Mossy. I think you captured the ups and downs of life there.

I think you might have started something here with your "Life, is a bit like .... really" haiku start.

Life, is a bit like
today really; good bits, bad
bits, middling bits. :)

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Nice one Harry:) How's the ankle?

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

Life is a bit like
this forum: Loads of twaddle
With the odd rare gem.

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You really went for it HHH
:D:D:D:D

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Originally Posted by herakles

fellrunner Song.

I'm A Fellrunner And I'm O.k.,
I Run All Night And Run All Day,
He's A Fellrunner And He's O.k.,
He Runs All Night And Runs All Day.

I Run Hills I Run Along Fells,
I Go Behind A Tree,
On Wednesdays I Do Hill Reps,
And Eat Cous Cous For My Tea,
He Runs Up Hills He Runs Along Fells,
He Goes Behind A Tree,
On Wednesdays He Does Hill Reps,
And Eats Cous Cous For His Tea.

He's A Fellrunner And He's O.k.,
He Runs All Night And Runs All Day.

I Run Through Bogs,i Trip And Fall,
I Like To Drink From Tarns,
I Put On My Fell Shoes,
My Vest And My Pack,
And Hang Around In Bogs.

He Runs Through Bogs, He Trips And Falls,
He Likes To Drink From Tarns,
He Puts On His Fell Shoes Vest And Pack,
And Hangs Around In Bogs.

He's A Fellrunner And He's O.k.,
He Runs All Night And Runs All Day.

I Fall Down Scree I Wear Fell Shoes,
A Vest And A Pack,
But I Wish I'd Been A Roadie,
Just Like My Dear Papa.

He Falls Down Scree He Wears Fell Shoes,
A Vest And A Pack,
He Wishes He Was A Roadie,
Just Like His Dear Papa.

He A Fellrunner And He's O.k.,
He Runs All Night And Runs All Day.

Herakles.

P.s. I Do Not Wish To Be A Roadie.

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:d:d:d:d

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Originally Posted by Mossdog

Nice one Harry:) How's the ankle?

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Still attached thanks, is the best I can say about it. :)

Life is a bit like
The weather: There's no rainbow
If their ain't no rain

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

Still attached thanks, is the best I can say about it. :)

Life is a bit like
The weather: There's no rainbow
If their ain't no rain

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Well put HHH, you are the king of Life Is haiku. Here is my one and only attempt:

Life is a bit like
fresh snow: beautiful, pure and
to be respected

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Originally Posted by Hes

Well put HHH, you are the king of Life Is haiku. Here is my one and only attempt:

Life is a bit like
fresh snow: beautiful, pure and
to be respected

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How wonderfully serene. That's relaxed me a little after a hectic day.

Life is a bit like
fine conversation, knowing
when to be silent

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

How wonderfully serene. That's relaxed me a little after a hectic day.

Life is a bit like
fine conversation, knowing
when to be silent

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i like this...i am not very good at being silent :(

hope your ankle improves soon harry

The Children Of The Poor

What shall I give my children? who are poor,
Who are adjudged the leastwise of the land,
Who are my sweetest lepers, who demand
No velvet and no velvety velour;
But who have begged me for a brisk contour,
Crying that they are quasi, contraband
Because unfinished, graven by a hand
Less than angelic, admirable or sure.
My hand is stuffed with mode, design, device.
But I lack access to my proper stone.
And plentitude of plan shall not suffice
Nor grief nor love shall be enough alone
To ratify my little halves who bear
Across an autumn freezing everywhere.

Gwendolyn Brooks

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Originally Posted by Alf

The Children Of The Poor

What shall I give my children? who are poor,
Who are adjudged the leastwise of the land,
Who are my sweetest lepers, who demand
No velvet and no velvety velour;
But who have begged me for a brisk contour,
Crying that they are quasi, contraband
Because unfinished, graven by a hand
Less than angelic, admirable or sure.
My hand is stuffed with mode, design, device.
But I lack access to my proper stone.
And plentitude of plan shall not suffice
Nor grief nor love shall be enough alone
To ratify my little halves who bear
Across an autumn freezing everywhere.

Gwendolyn Brooks

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I really like this, I don't understand every line but the general gist is very thought provoking.

A Suitable Boy
weighty tome by Vikram Seth
thousand plus pages!

:D

coughing, sluttering
whether I should run or not?
that is the question

:eek:

Life is a bit like
a rollercoaster, you're up
then you're down, then you're....

Yesterday between printmaking classes I had the most lovely run up onto the moors:

the sinking sun glows
snow churned to soft buttermilk
blue shadows lengthen

Then today I have been scared stiff driving to drop car off and biking back. Another spill and another bruise. I am so sick of black ice.

windy road glistens
the sun not yet high enough
to melt the danger

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Originally Posted by Derby Tup

coughing, sluttering
whether I should run or not?
that is the question

:eek:

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If you're coughing, then 'sluttering' should definately be on hold, whether you run or not!

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Originally Posted by Derby Tup

coughing, sluttering
whether I should run or not?
that is the question

:eek:

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Tricky one DT. I had the same last week and trained hard sounding like I smoked 40 a day afterwards but felt totally better the next day. Either way, take care and wrap up warm.

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Originally Posted by Old Whippet

If you're coughing, then 'sluttering' should definately be on hold, whether you run or not!

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ha ha ha....I never noticed that! :D

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Originally Posted by Hes

Life is a bit like
a rollercoaster, you're up
then you're down, then you're....

Yesterday between printmaking classes I had the most lovely run up onto the moors:

the sinking sun glows
snow churned to soft buttermilk
blue shadows lengthen

Then today I have been scared stiff driving to drop car off and biking back. Another spill and another bruise. I am so sick of black ice.

windy road glistens
the sun not yet high enough
to melt the danger

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This has not been a winter for motorcyclists! Hope you're ok, and very impressed that by the time you have finished sliding down the road, there's already a Haiku sorted.
Right - back to work....

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Originally Posted by Derby Tup

A Suitable Boy
weighty tome by Vikram Seth
thousand plus pages!

:D

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love that book one of my all time fave's! enjoy!...loved your poem alf...

it was quiet on here last night!...a monday thing?

freckle thought she'd have an early night
but woke up with a terrible fright
smoke alarms and knackered fridge
a sponteously combusting washing machine
and flooded kitchen
not to worry freckles and mini freckles all OK
and have survived to live another day
backyard now resembles step toe and son
flippin eck i could do with a good run!

not very good verse but you kinda get the picture!

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Originally Posted by Hes

Life is a bit like
a rollercoaster, you're up
then you're down, then you're....

Yesterday between printmaking classes I had the most lovely run up onto the moors:

the sinking sun glows
snow churned to soft buttermilk
blue shadows lengthen

Then today I have been scared stiff driving to drop car off and biking back. Another spill and another bruise. I am so sick of black ice.

windy road glistens
the sun not yet high enough
to melt the danger

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Take care Hes...we are a right pair of calamity janes!!!:)

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Originally Posted by Hes

I really like this, I don't understand every line but the general gist is very thought provoking.

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I got it as an exam question once Hes so think how I felt :)


Gwendolyn used to write a lot about the lack of prospects for young black people particularly around the "projects" area of Chicago. She wants to help them and is not sure how as she is just a poet with no practical skills to offer.
(Or at least that's what I put in my exam if I remember correctly :rolleyes: )

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Originally Posted by Old Whippet

If you're coughing, then 'sluttering' should definately be on hold, whether you run or not!

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No sluttering or running to report, just plenty of coughing and spluttering :o:D

Two hundred and nine
Becomes five thousand nine hundred and sixty one
Hum, must install skype

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Originally Posted by Stef F

Two hundred and nine
Becomes five thousand nine hundred and sixty one
Hum, must install skype

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Crikey! I hope that isn't pounds Stef! :confused:

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Originally Posted by freckle

Take care Hes...we are a right pair of calamity janes!!!:)

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You said it Freckle!!! I do hope you are not too stressed and inconvenienced by your sudden lack of fridge and washing machine. Thank goodness you and the little Freckles are ok. Ohhh...I think we need some better luck. I am hopeful some is round the corner. Sending you a big hug.x

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Originally Posted by Hes

Crikey! I hope that isn't pounds Stef! :confused:

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No its miles :(

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Originally Posted by Alf

I got it as an exam question once Hes so think how I felt :)


Gwendolyn used to write a lot about the lack of prospects for young black people particularly around the "projects" area of Chicago. She wants to help them and is not sure how as she is just a poet with no practical skills to offer.
(Or at least that's what I put in my exam if I remember correctly :rolleyes: )

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Good to have the insight Alf. That sounds like a good answer too. I travelled all over Asia and felt quite helpless when faced with child poverty and prostitution and wondered what I, as an artist, could offer but I then worked for a children's charity in Peru for a few months and have done quite a bit of fund raising and charity work for various kids charities since and I also teach children now and again so I can relate to the poet's sentiment.

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Originally Posted by freckle

love that book one of my all time fave's! enjoy!...loved your poem alf...

it was quiet on here last night!...a monday thing?

freckle thought she'd have an early night
but woke up with a terrible fright
smoke alarms and knackered fridge
a sponteously combusting washing machine
and flooded kitchen
not to worry freckles and mini freckles all OK
and have survived to live another day
backyard now resembles step toe and son
flippin eck i could do with a good run!

not very good verse but you kinda get the picture!

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Yikes...good think it wasn't the flat. the lady downstairs would've had a soaking!

Glad to hear noone was hurt. Must fix my smoke alarm.

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Originally Posted by Stef F

No its miles :(

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Awww. Skype is brilliant, it makes the distance seem irrelevant and you can see each other via webcam. I hope the person closes the gap again soon.:)