Today's poet

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Originally Posted by Old Whippet

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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Thanks OW, got to turn these things into positives!

Back to work for me too...I have an agreement with my friend to work really hard for a couple weeks so that we can have time off for a fell running excursion. Can't miss that, off I go!

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Originally Posted by Stef F

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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I know, thank the lord for smoke alarms and fuses!!!!!!

thanks all

x

All the kings horses
Charlotte Ansell

You are not the answer
to my questions,
you are not the saviour
to bring me deliverance,
you are not the prophet
to tell me the meaning
of my dreams,
you are not a wise-man
to tell me
things aren't what they seem.

You are not all the king's horses,
and all the kings men,
and even if you were, like them
you couldn't put me together again.

You are not a knight in shining armour,
to rescue me from the tower.
You are not going to slay the dragon
or arrive in my final hour.
You are no magician,
to cut me in half then
Make me whole.
I may not fit together too well
but mending me is not your role.

I am no beauty, you are not the beast,
this isn't something that a kiss could relieve.
You are not a gypsy
whose palm I will cross with gold,
I haven't come to you
to have my fortune told.
You are not my guardian angel,
you are definately not divine,
I am not asking for a sign.

You are not all the king's horses,
and all the king's men
and even if you were like them
it happened to fast;
you cannot undo what's already past
all I ask if for you
to bear with me.

You are not an astrologer,
to predict my future from the stars
you are not my sun and moon,
to dictate my hours.
You are not my boatman,
to row me to the shore.
You are not my keeper,
to hold me safe behind closed doors.

You are not all the king's horses
and all the king's men.
You cannot save me from my fate,
and even if you could
like them you arrived too late.
You cannot undo what's already past
all I ask if for you
to bear with me.

You are none of those things
neither should you be.
I don't want to crush you
with the burden of me.
I don't want to shatter you
or drive you away;
make a monster out of either one of us,
or dig love an early grave.
I',m not asking to be saved
just cherished.
Not revered,
but also not diminished.

You are a beautiful man
but just a man.
I want each of us to find
our own identities,
name our needs,
plant the seeds of living.
I only ask that you stay with me
while I fight my fight,
and I will do the same for you.
But I am no saviour, deliverer or healer
no wise woman, nor gypsy, nor angel either.
But humour me
Because I am a dreamer.

Let all the king's horses
and all the king's men,
go rescue some other victim who's fallen from his wall.
If they couldn't be there
to break his fall
they won't break mine.

We only have ourselves.
We only get one chance;
the rescuer, the rescued
caught in their eternal dance
don't help anymore
especially not themselves
that's the myth I'm trying to fell.
So lets begin the future...
rescue ourselves



phew!!!!! i typed all that yer know! but she is good ain't she?

Oh yes I can relate to this very well. Here's to the future and a happy one at that :)

Have you dried out yet? :eek:

Stef
x

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Originally Posted by freckle

All the kings horses
Charlotte Ansell

You are not the answer
to my questions,
you are not the saviour
to bring me deliverance,
you are not the prophet
to tell me the meaning
of my dreams,
you are not a wise-man
to tell me
things aren't what they seem.

You are not all the king's horses,
and all the kings men,
and even if you were, like them
you couldn't put me together again.

You are not a knight in shining armour,
to rescue me from the tower.
You are not going to slay the dragon
or arrive in my final hour.
You are no magician,
to cut me in half then
Make me whole.
I may not fit together too well
but mending me is not your role.

I am no beauty, you are not the beast,
this isn't something that a kiss could relieve.
You are not a gypsy
whose palm I will cross with gold,
I haven't come to you
to have my fortune told.
You are not my guardian angel,
you are definately not divine,
I am not asking for a sign.

You are not all the king's horses,
and all the king's men
and even if you were like them
it happened to fast;
you cannot undo what's already past
all I ask if for you
to bear with me.

You are not an astrologer,
to predict my future from the stars
you are not my sun and moon,
to dictate my hours.
You are not my boatman,
to row me to the shore.
You are not my keeper,
to hold me safe behind closed doors.

You are not all the king's horses
and all the king's men.
You cannot save me from my fate,
and even if you could
like them you arrived too late.
You cannot undo what's already past
all I ask if for you
to bear with me.

You are none of those things
neither should you be.
I don't want to crush you
with the burden of me.
I don't want to shatter you
or drive you away;
make a monster out of either one of us,
or dig love an early grave.
I',m not asking to be saved
just cherished.
Not revered,
but also not diminished.

You are a beautiful man
but just a man.
I want each of us to find
our own identities,
name our needs,
plant the seeds of living.
I only ask that you stay with me
while I fight my fight,
and I will do the same for you.
But I am no saviour, deliverer or healer
no wise woman, nor gypsy, nor angel either.
But humour me
Because I am a dreamer.

Let all the king's horses
and all the king's men,
go rescue some other victim who's fallen from his wall.
If they couldn't be there
to break his fall
they won't break mine.

We only have ourselves.
We only get one chance;
the rescuer, the rescued
caught in their eternal dance
don't help anymore
especially not themselves
that's the myth I'm trying to fell.
So lets begin the future...
rescue ourselves



phew!!!!! i typed all that yer know! but she is good ain't she?

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Hello, good evening and welcome

Went to the library the other day to check if they as got any good poetry books innit. I left packing some Carol Anne Duffy, Simon Armitage and some new dude called Paul Farley, He is like me number one poetry homie now innit. You need to check im out cuz e iz well good.

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Originally Posted by freckle

All the kings horses
Charlotte Ansell

You are not the answer
to my questions,
you are not the saviour
to bring me deliverance,
you are not the prophet
to tell me the meaning
of my dreams,
you are not a wise-man
to tell me
things aren't what they seem.

You are not all the king's horses,
and all the kings men,
and even if you were, like them
you couldn't put me together again.

You are not a knight in shining armour,
to rescue me from the tower.
You are not going to slay the dragon
or arrive in my final hour.
You are no magician,
to cut me in half then
Make me whole.
I may not fit together too well
but mending me is not your role.

I am no beauty, you are not the beast,
this isn't something that a kiss could relieve.
You are not a gypsy
whose palm I will cross with gold,
I haven't come to you
to have my fortune told.
You are not my guardian angel,
you are definately not divine,
I am not asking for a sign.

You are not all the king's horses,
and all the king's men
and even if you were like them
it happened to fast;
you cannot undo what's already past
all I ask if for you
to bear with me.

You are not an astrologer,
to predict my future from the stars
you are not my sun and moon,
to dictate my hours.
You are not my boatman,
to row me to the shore.
You are not my keeper,
to hold me safe behind closed doors.

You are not all the king's horses
and all the king's men.
You cannot save me from my fate,
and even if you could
like them you arrived too late.
You cannot undo what's already past
all I ask if for you
to bear with me.

You are none of those things
neither should you be.
I don't want to crush you
with the burden of me.
I don't want to shatter you
or drive you away;
make a monster out of either one of us,
or dig love an early grave.
I',m not asking to be saved
just cherished.
Not revered,
but also not diminished.

You are a beautiful man
but just a man.
I want each of us to find
our own identities,
name our needs,
plant the seeds of living.
I only ask that you stay with me
while I fight my fight,
and I will do the same for you.
But I am no saviour, deliverer or healer
no wise woman, nor gypsy, nor angel either.
But humour me
Because I am a dreamer.

Let all the king's horses
and all the king's men,
go rescue some other victim who's fallen from his wall.
If they couldn't be there
to break his fall
they won't break mine.

We only have ourselves.
We only get one chance;
the rescuer, the rescued
caught in their eternal dance
don't help anymore
especially not themselves
that's the myth I'm trying to fell.
So lets begin the future...
rescue ourselves



phew!!!!! i typed all that yer know! but she is good ain't she?

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Oh boy Frecks - that' so spookily apposite, I'm all a quiver now:(

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Originally Posted by freckle

All the kings horses
Charlotte Ansell

You are not the answer
to my questions,
you are not the saviour
to bring me deliverance,
you are not the prophet
to tell me the meaning
of my dreams,
you are not a wise-man
to tell me
things aren't what they seem.

You are not all the king's horses,
and all the kings men,
and even if you were, like them
you couldn't put me together again.

You are not a knight in shining armour,
to rescue me from the tower.
You are not going to slay the dragon
or arrive in my final hour.
You are no magician,
to cut me in half then
Make me whole.
I may not fit together too well
but mending me is not your role.

I am no beauty, you are not the beast,
this isn't something that a kiss could relieve.
You are not a gypsy
whose palm I will cross with gold,
I haven't come to you
to have my fortune told.
You are not my guardian angel,
you are definately not divine,
I am not asking for a sign.

You are not all the king's horses,
and all the king's men
and even if you were like them
it happened to fast;
you cannot undo what's already past
all I ask if for you
to bear with me.

You are not an astrologer,
to predict my future from the stars
you are not my sun and moon,
to dictate my hours.
You are not my boatman,
to row me to the shore.
You are not my keeper,
to hold me safe behind closed doors.

You are not all the king's horses
and all the king's men.
You cannot save me from my fate,
and even if you could
like them you arrived too late.
You cannot undo what's already past
all I ask if for you
to bear with me.

You are none of those things
neither should you be.
I don't want to crush you
with the burden of me.
I don't want to shatter you
or drive you away;
make a monster out of either one of us,
or dig love an early grave.
I',m not asking to be saved
just cherished.
Not revered,
but also not diminished.

You are a beautiful man
but just a man.
I want each of us to find
our own identities,
name our needs,
plant the seeds of living.
I only ask that you stay with me
while I fight my fight,
and I will do the same for you.
But I am no saviour, deliverer or healer
no wise woman, nor gypsy, nor angel either.
But humour me
Because I am a dreamer.

Let all the king's horses
and all the king's men,
go rescue some other victim who's fallen from his wall.
If they couldn't be there
to break his fall
they won't break mine.

We only have ourselves.
We only get one chance;
the rescuer, the rescued
caught in their eternal dance
don't help anymore
especially not themselves
that's the myth I'm trying to fell.
So lets begin the future...
rescue ourselves



phew!!!!! i typed all that yer know! but she is good ain't she?

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Thanks going to the effort typing that up. It was well worth it. Its lovely and I can relate to that. I wish I was as good at articulating my feelings as some of these great poets. :)

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Originally Posted by Mossdog

Oh boy Frecks - that' so spookily apposite, I'm all a quiver now:(

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i have such great telepathy! glad you all liked the poem i think she is really talented and i'll post some more of her stuff when i can be bothered to get typing again! N dubya post some of this new fellow then!....pleeeeeeeeeeeeease :)

ps stef, the kitchen is just about dry now but i need a new washer and fridge!!!!! but at least we are in one piece...go check your fire alarm girls and boys!

Dark Peak Virgin.

Going to clubhouse tomorrow,
Into the Dark Peak lair,
Walk in they all turn round,
What is Johnny Vegas doing here.

More machines in here,
Than your average Terminator movie,
I'm feeling nervous,
I hope things go well.

By Herakles.

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Originally Posted by Herakles

Dark Peak Virgin.

Going to clubhouse tomorrow,
Into the Dark Peak lair,
Walk in they all turn round,
What is Johnny Vegas doing here.

More machines in here,
Than your average Terminator movie,
I'm feeling nervous,
I hope things go well.

By Herakles.

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You'll be fine mate, fells are free for everyone, even Johnny Vegas, relax and enjoy yourself;)

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Originally Posted by Herakles

Dark Peak Virgin.

Going to clubhouse tomorrow,
Into the Dark Peak lair,
Walk in they all turn round,
What is Johnny Vegas doing here.

More machines in here,
Than your average Terminator movie,
I'm feeling nervous,
I hope things go well.

By Herakles.

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Don't worry Herakles, you'll be fine. If the club is anything like mine or the fell runners I have met at races, they'll be really kind and welcoming. Have fun.

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Originally Posted by freckle

ps stef, the kitchen is just about dry now but i need a new washer and fridge!!!!! but at least we are in one piece...go check your fire alarm girls and boys!

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It looks like I just need to replace the battery - has only taken 2 years for me to look at it. Shocking behaviour for a building surveyor! Will get one tomorrow :)

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Originally Posted by freckle

All the kings horses
Charlotte Ansell

You are not the answer
to my questions,
you are not the saviour
to bring me deliverance,
you are not the prophet
to tell me the meaning
of my dreams,
you are not a wise-man
to tell me
things aren't what they seem.

You are not all the king's horses,
and all the kings men,
and even if you were, like them
you couldn't put me together again.

You are not a knight in shining armour,
to rescue me from the tower.
You are not going to slay the dragon
or arrive in my final hour.
You are no magician,
to cut me in half then
Make me whole.
I may not fit together too well
but mending me is not your role.

I am no beauty, you are not the beast,
this isn't something that a kiss could relieve.
You are not a gypsy
whose palm I will cross with gold,
I haven't come to you
to have my fortune told.
You are not my guardian angel,
you are definately not divine,
I am not asking for a sign.

You are not all the king's horses,
and all the king's men
and even if you were like them
it happened to fast;
you cannot undo what's already past
all I ask if for you
to bear with me.

You are not an astrologer,
to predict my future from the stars
you are not my sun and moon,
to dictate my hours.
You are not my boatman,
to row me to the shore.
You are not my keeper,
to hold me safe behind closed doors.

You are not all the king's horses
and all the king's men.
You cannot save me from my fate,
and even if you could
like them you arrived too late.
You cannot undo what's already past
all I ask if for you
to bear with me.

You are none of those things
neither should you be.
I don't want to crush you
with the burden of me.
I don't want to shatter you
or drive you away;
make a monster out of either one of us,
or dig love an early grave.
I',m not asking to be saved
just cherished.
Not revered,
but also not diminished.

You are a beautiful man
but just a man.
I want each of us to find
our own identities,
name our needs,
plant the seeds of living.
I only ask that you stay with me
while I fight my fight,
and I will do the same for you.
But I am no saviour, deliverer or healer
no wise woman, nor gypsy, nor angel either.
But humour me
Because I am a dreamer.

Let all the king's horses
and all the king's men,
go rescue some other victim who's fallen from his wall.
If they couldn't be there
to break his fall
they won't break mine.

We only have ourselves.
We only get one chance;
the rescuer, the rescued
caught in their eternal dance
don't help anymore
especially not themselves
that's the myth I'm trying to fell.
So lets begin the future...
rescue ourselves



phew!!!!! i typed all that yer know! but she is good ain't she?

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Wow Freckle, that brought a lump to my throat. Thanks for going to the trouble of typing it out. It sums up my feelings exactly and I am not even in a relationship.

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Originally Posted by Herakles

Dark Peak Virgin.

Going to clubhouse tomorrow,
Into the Dark Peak lair,
Walk in they all turn round,
What is Johnny Vegas doing here.

More machines in here,
Than your average Terminator movie,
I'm feeling nervous,
I hope things go well.

By Herakles.

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Oooooo i know that feeling mate but the thing is at least you are turning up and the only way to improve is by training with those who are better than ourselves (well thats what i tell myself anyway) :) i still get a bit nervous but always feel pleased to have gone by the end

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Originally Posted by Stef F

It looks like I just need to replace the battery - has only taken 2 years for me to look at it. Shocking behaviour for a building surveyor! Will get one tomorrow :)

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I went to a fire lecture recently and the instructor said every xmas he gave his fire alarms a new battery as a present, i thought that was a good way to remember to do it and as he pointed out at that time of year people often take them out to put in toys :eek:

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Originally Posted by freckle

I went to a fire lecture recently and the instructor said every xmas he gave his fire alarms a new battery as a present, i thought that was a good way to remember to do it and as he pointed out at that time of year people often take them out to put in toys :eek:

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hmmm....I don't have any fire or smoke alarms. The way things are going lately, I'd better go and get some. :(

Fairytales
Charlotte Ansell

monday she was someone
i wanted
to get to know.
i didn't understand
why i should
find it hard to hug goodbye
or kiss hello.

tuesday she rescued me
from the forest
of my pride.
a hundred years of branches
had grown up on all sides
i wasn't sleeping
more fatigued with pain;
something inside had been denied
until she came.

wednesday she said she couldn't
keep it secret
anymore.
she came and declared herself
leaving flowers at my door.
she said i was her cinderella
that my foot fit her shoe
but her words
left me speechless
i hadn't expected my prince charming
to be
a woman.

thursday she told me stories,
how love takes time to grow,
how frogs can turn into princes,
how the beast can be loved and known.
how expectations and assumptions
often leave a sour taste
and the mirror reflects
only the truth it sees
but only those who dare to
can see it and believe.

friday she took her pipe
and told me she would go,
she had kept her promise;
charmed the rats out of my conscience.
for her gift of healing
i needed to offer in return
but i couldn't love her
like she asked.
so she stole into the night
and i could neither fight
nor follow
even knowing she was right.

the fairytales i used to read
always said the princess meets a prince
but now she's gone and i've not found
happy-ever-after since
it's become clear
since she was here
second best isn't
going to be good enough
anymore.

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Originally Posted by Hes

hmmm....I don't have any fire or smoke alarms. The way things are going lately, I'd better go and get some. :(

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please do Hes otherwise i will not sleep at nights!...

frecks sends her brother
who is also a fire-man
straight round to darling Hes' house
to stop her getting the wrong type of tan!!!!!

a friend has recommended reading the following book which i must say looks lovely:

http://search.barnesandnoble.com/Sno.../9780641864827

i thought you might be interested given the haiku angle!

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Originally Posted by freckle

a friend has recommended reading the following book which i must say looks lovely:

http://search.barnesandnoble.com/Sno.../9780641864827

i thought you might be interested given the haiku angle!

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I have it! I totally love it and have posted a couple snow haikus from it on this thread. Do get a copy if you get a chance.

A fireman coming round to my house would be rather nice so long as it was a social visit!;)

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Originally Posted by Hes

I have it! I totally love it and have posted a couple snow haikus from it on this thread. Do get a copy if you get a chance.

A fireman coming round to my house would be rather nice so long as it was a social visit!;)

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That wasn't meant to sound lascivious! Anyway, I'll post a haiku from Snow:

the creak if snow
in my footsteps
- the cicada of winter

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Originally Posted by Hes

That wasn't meant to sound lascivious! Anyway, I'll post a haiku from Snow:

the creak if snow
in my footsteps
- the cicada of winter

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i wouldn't worry about that hes! ;)

love that haiku , the creak of snow...what a line....so beautiful...thanks

Woman

She, the river,
said to him, the sea;
All my life
I've been dissolving myself
and flowing towards you
for your sake
in the end it was I
who turned into the sea
a woman's gift
is as large as the sky
but you went on
worshipping youself
you never thought
of becoming a river
and merging with me.

Hira Bansode

as stiffness creeps in
I ask myself was it the
hill reps or bike slide?

An hour in the bath doesn't seem to have eased my muscles so I'm heading for bed, I expect to be walking like a 90 year old tomorrow, no change there then!!!;) Night all.x

Fell runner.

Headlamp torch,
And reflective vest,
When out running,
Safe is best,
Fell shoes,
For a healthy grip,
Club colours on,
My Brown yellow purple strip.

By Herakles.

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Originally Posted by Hes

I have it! I totally love it and have posted a couple snow haikus from it on this thread. Do get a copy if you get a chance.

A fireman coming round to my house would be rather nice so long as it was a social visit!;)

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In Cumbria, if you ring the Fire Brigade up they'll come and fit smoke alarms for free. Might be the same your way. I've seen them bring a fire engine and several strapping chaps to do the job. Might be worth a call! :)

You'll be fine Herackles. I'm sure they'll be a friendly bunch, just like fell runners everywhere.

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Originally Posted by Herakles

Dark Peak Virgin.

Going to clubhouse tomorrow,
Into the Dark Peak lair,
Walk in they all turn round,
What is Johnny Vegas doing here.

More machines in here,
Than your average Terminator movie,
I'm feeling nervous,
I hope things go well.

By Herakles.

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A lovely poem Freckle, which resonated with me. It had a nice twist too.

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Originally Posted by freckle

Fairytales
Charlotte Ansell

monday she was someone
i wanted
to get to know.
i didn't understand
why i should
find it hard to hug goodbye
or kiss hello.

tuesday she rescued me
from the forest
of my pride.
a hundred years of branches
had grown up on all sides
i wasn't sleeping
more fatigued with pain;
something inside had been denied
until she came.

wednesday she said she couldn't
keep it secret
anymore.
she came and declared herself
leaving flowers at my door.
she said i was her cinderella
that my foot fit her shoe
but her words
left me speechless
i hadn't expected my prince charming
to be
a woman.

thursday she told me stories,
how love takes time to grow,
how frogs can turn into princes,
how the beast can be loved and known.
how expectations and assumptions
often leave a sour taste
and the mirror reflects
only the truth it sees
but only those who dare to
can see it and believe.

friday she took her pipe
and told me she would go,
she had kept her promise;
charmed the rats out of my conscience.
for her gift of healing
i needed to offer in return
but i couldn't love her
like she asked.
so she stole into the night
and i could neither fight
nor follow
even knowing she was right.

the fairytales i used to read
always said the princess meets a prince
but now she's gone and i've not found
happy-ever-after since
it's become clear
since she was here
second best isn't
going to be good enough
anymore.

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Originally Posted by Hes

Woman

She, the river,
said to him, the sea;
All my life
I've been dissolving myself
and flowing towards you
for your sake
in the end it was I
who turned into the sea
a woman's gift
is as large as the sky
but you went on
worshipping youself
you never thought
of becoming a river
and merging with me.

Hira Bansode

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cool......................hope the stiffness better this morning Hes....

Good morning all...

Well, Spring is just around the corner....poets paradise!

Spring is like a perhaps hand
E E Cummings

III

Spring is like a perhaps hand
(which comes carefully
out of Nowhere)arranging
a window,into which people look(while
people stare
arranging and changing placing
carefully there a strange
thing and a known thing here)and

changing everything carefully

spring is like a perhaps
Hand in a window
(carefully to
and fro moving New and
Old things,while
people stare carefully
moving a perhaps
fraction of flower here placing
an inch of air there)and

without breaking anything.

good morrow all here you go frecks.

For the House Sparrow, in Decline

Your numbers fall and its tempting to think
you're deserting our suburbs and estates
like your cousins at Pompeii; that when you return
to bathe in dust and build your nests again
in a roofless world where no one hears your cheeps,
only a starling's modem mimicry
will remind you of how you once supplied
the incidental music of our lives.

Paul Farley

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

In Cumbria, if you ring the Fire Brigade up they'll come and fit smoke alarms for free. Might be the same your way. I've seen them bring a fire engine and several strapping chaps to do the job. Might be worth a call! :)

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Now there's an idea! My friend had a visit to her farm by a fireman called Conrad and was so impressed, she named a sheep after him. Alas, I think he became lamb chops...the sheep, not the fireman!;)

As my disgruntled male friend said to me 'what is all the fuss about firemen? they just sit about drinking tea and watching telly most of the time'. I pointed out the sliding down poles and rescuing people from fires part but he wasn't impressed. I think he may have lost a lady to a uniformed man at some point. I am blathering, better do some work.

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Originally Posted by N-dubya

good morrow all here you go frecks.

For the House Sparrow, in Decline

Your numbers fall and its tempting to think
you're deserting our suburbs and estates
like your cousins at Pompeii; that when you return
to bathe in dust and build your nests again
in a roofless world where no one hears your cheeps,
only a starling's modem mimicry
will remind you of how you once supplied
the incidental music of our lives.

Paul Farley

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Oh how poignant NDubya, what a great choice. I love watching sparrows dust bathing and am sad that they are in decline.

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Originally Posted by N-dubya

good morrow all here you go frecks.

For the House Sparrow, in Decline

Your numbers fall and its tempting to think
you're deserting our suburbs and estates
like your cousins at Pompeii; that when you return
to bathe in dust and build your nests again
in a roofless world where no one hears your cheeps,
only a starling's modem mimicry
will remind you of how you once supplied
the incidental music of our lives.

Paul Farley

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that's really subtle and gorgeous, thank you for posting NW!!!!

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Now there's an idea! My friend had a visit to her farm by a fireman called Conrad and was so impressed, she named a sheep after him. Alas, I think he became lamb chops...the sheep, not the fireman!;)

As my disgruntled male friend said to me 'what is all the fuss about firemen? they just sit about drinking tea and watching telly most of the time'. I pointed out the sliding down poles and rescuing people from fires part but he wasn't impressed. I think he may have lost a lady to a uniformed man at some point. I am blathering, better do some work.

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a lot of them i know seem to be terribly fit as well! (triathlons, fell running, cycling etc etc), go on give them a call :)

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Originally Posted by Herakles

Dark Peak Virgin.

Going to clubhouse tomorrow,
Into the Dark Peak lair,
Walk in they all turn round,
What is Johnny Vegas doing here.

More machines in here,
Than your average Terminator movie,
I'm feeling nervous,
I hope things go well.

By Herakles.

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Never mind training with Dark Peak
Come to Settle Harriers instead
They're all really very friendly
And they won't think you a freak

But on the fell be warned
They'll gallop on ahead
Usually the back of beyond
And leave slow newcomers for dead

;) :D

With apologies to Settle Harriers who've never left me for dead

Every day the tide turns and the sea enters the river mouth
bringing with it warmth and life :)

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Originally Posted by Hes

Woman

She, the river,
said to him, the sea;
All my life
I've been dissolving myself
and flowing towards you
for your sake
in the end it was I
who turned into the sea
a woman's gift
is as large as the sky
but you went on
worshipping youself
you never thought
of becoming a river
and merging with me.

Hira Bansode

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I think testing my night time navigational skills is one of the things i'm worried about even though i know the area o.k.

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Originally Posted by Hes

Now there's an idea! My friend had a visit to her farm by a fireman called Conrad and was so impressed, she named a sheep after him. Alas, I think he became lamb chops...the sheep, not the fireman!;)

As my disgruntled male friend said to me 'what is all the fuss about firemen? they just sit about drinking tea and watching telly most of the time'. I pointed out the sliding down poles and rescuing people from fires part but he wasn't impressed. I think he may have lost a lady to a uniformed man at some point. I am blathering, better do some work.

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That made me laugh. It is now one of my life's ambitions to impress someone enough that they name a sheep after me! :D

DT's always asking what my middle name is; so this week it is Harry Herdswick Howgill.

I'm sure your disgruntled freind wouldn't turn down a lady in uniform, so it works both ways! :)

Spring! Not round here it isn't yet. We've had a whole load of snow this morning, some of the biggest soggiest snow flakes I've ever seen. It looked like a proper cotton wool film effect!

That is tonight's job sorted then. I'll not be moping around in my winter mood, I'll be on the quest for sprightly Spring poetry.

Have a good day everyone.

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Originally Posted by freckle

Good morning all...

Well, Spring is just around the corner....poets paradise!

Spring is like a perhaps hand
E E Cummings

III

Spring is like a perhaps hand
(which comes carefully
out of Nowhere)arranging
a window,into which people look(while
people stare
arranging and changing placing
carefully there a strange
thing and a known thing here)and

changing everything carefully

spring is like a perhaps
Hand in a window
(carefully to
and fro moving New and
Old things,while
people stare carefully
moving a perhaps
fraction of flower here placing
an inch of air there)and

without breaking anything.

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