Today's poet

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Originally Posted by Boy Wonder

If I posted on here, it would the 7,000th posting on this thread... but as I'm not one of the poetry crowd it would be inappropriate so I won't!

Well done to you all for your fantastic injection of culture!

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Of course you ar part of the poetry crowd...see you at Dufton!? fairy dust is needed!!!!

That's great. I've got a week booked by the sea in May and am looking forward to it already.

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Originally Posted by freckle

for lovely hes who i think is near a beach (possibly? my geography is bad!!!!)...hope you are having a fine time...

maggie and milly and molly and may

ee cummings

maggie and milly and molly and may
went down to the beach(to play one day)

and maggie discovered a shell that sang
so sweetly she couldn't remember her troubles,and

milly befriended a stranded star
whose rays five languid fingers were;

and molly was chased by a horrible thing
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:and

may came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone.

For whatever we lose(like a you or a me)
it's always ourselves we find in the sea




the fells are cool...but so is the sea! :-) x

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

There were so many good ones to choose from that it was hard narrowing it down to just two to allow as many contributors as possible.

Maybe next mag there can be a DT special edition!

We do need to have a think about whether we want to do something for next time. At the very least we need an advert in for the Simon Armitage event.

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I agree Harry, there has been such a lot of good orginal stuff on here lately (in my humble opinion) i think we could think of themes for future mags and speak to Britta?

Did everyone get the magazine today? The article looks stunning and it is nice to read through some of our poems again.

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

Did everyone get the magazine today? The article looks stunning and it is nice to read through some of our poems again.

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I didn't get mine but i am so excited i might have to pop open something fizzy whilst gazing upon our first published poems!!! as it happens i didn't much like mine, i not much cop at writing about fell running (they say you write best about the things you know and i is still a novice on that score! but still what an unexpected achievement) whatever next?...oh aye...a simon armitage/fellpoet collaboration!......well done to all you fell poets out there and DT you never did let me know what your ma thought!!!!

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Originally Posted by freckle

I didn't get mine but i am so excited i might have to pop open something fizzy whilst gazing upon our first published poems!!! as it happens i didn't much like mine, i not much cop at writing about fell running (they say you write best about the things you know and i is still a novice on that score! but still what an unexpected achievement) whatever next?...oh aye...a simon armitage/fellpoet collaboration!......well done to all you fell poets out there and DT you never did let me know what your ma thought!!!!

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They sometimes take a couple of days to get through so hopefully tomorrow. I liked your two poems that got in.

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Originally Posted by Hes

the cold wind brings tears
but the smell of sunwarmed gorse
cheers this weary soul

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That's lovely. I hope you feel suitably refreshed already. This (relatively)warmer weather is fabulous. Despite still scraping ice off the car in the morning it feels almost tropical once the sun gets out.

Sea poems. My dad used to always read me this one.

I went down to the shouting sea,
Taking Christopher down with me,
For Nurse had given us sixpence each-
And down we went to the beach.

We had sand in the eyes and the ears and the nose,
And sand in the hair, and sand-between-the-toes.
Whenever a good nor'wester blows,
Christopher is certain of
Sand-between-the-toes.


The sea was galloping grey and white;
Christopher clutched his sixpence tight;
We clambered over the humping sand-
And Christopher held my hand.

We had sand in the eyes and the ears and the nose,
And sand in the hair, and sand-between-the-toes.
Whenever a good nor'wester blows,
Christopher is certain of
Sand-between-the-toes.


There was a roaring in the sky;
The sea-gulls cried as they blew by;
We tried to talk, but had to shout-
Nobody else was out.

When we got home, we had sand in the hair,
In the eyes and the ears and everywhere;
Whenever a good nor'wester blows,
Christopher is found with
Sand-between-the-toes.

A quick apology must just go to Johnny Foreigner who's poem couldn't make it into the final article. Blame me for that. It is certainly worth posting here again.

Round and round

Forty-two peaks.
In December sprinkled
with icing sugar.

Forty-two peaks.
On summer solstice covered
by hundreds and thousands.

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Originally Posted by freckle

for lovely hes who i think is near a beach (possibly? my geography is bad!!!!)...hope you are having a fine time...

maggie and milly and molly and may

ee cummings

maggie and milly and molly and may
went down to the beach(to play one day)

and maggie discovered a shell that sang
so sweetly she couldn't remember her troubles,and

milly befriended a stranded star
whose rays five languid fingers were;

and molly was chased by a horrible thing
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:and

may came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone.

For whatever we lose(like a you or a me)
it's always ourselves we find in the sea




the fells are cool...but so is the sea! :-) x

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Hi Freckle, thanks for this, I love it! I am indeed by the sea in Penzance and if I stand on tiptoes in my mum's attic, I can see the sea from the window!
ps...I thought the poem that you wrote yesterday was beautiful and moving.

Sand between the toes. That is always a great feeling.

That was written wasn't it by the chap who started that car recovery business. What was his name again? That's it! : RAC Milne.

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Originally Posted by swift

Sea poems. My dad used to always read me this one.

I went down to the shouting sea,
Taking Christopher down with me,
For Nurse had given us sixpence each-
And down we went to the beach.

We had sand in the eyes and the ears and the nose,
And sand in the hair, and sand-between-the-toes.
Whenever a good nor'wester blows,
Christopher is certain of
Sand-between-the-toes.


The sea was galloping grey and white;
Christopher clutched his sixpence tight;
We clambered over the humping sand-
And Christopher held my hand.

We had sand in the eyes and the ears and the nose,
And sand in the hair, and sand-between-the-toes.
Whenever a good nor'wester blows,
Christopher is certain of
Sand-between-the-toes.


There was a roaring in the sky;
The sea-gulls cried as they blew by;
We tried to talk, but had to shout-
Nobody else was out.

When we got home, we had sand in the hair,
In the eyes and the ears and everywhere;
Whenever a good nor'wester blows,
Christopher is found with
Sand-between-the-toes.

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

Did everyone get the magazine today? The article looks stunning and it is nice to read through some of our poems again.

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Ahhh...I'm so jealous! Mine is probably sat on my mat waiting to jam the door and lock me out when I get home! Cannot wait to see it, I'm so excited.

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

A quick apology must just go to Johnny Foreigner who's poem couldn't make it into the final article. Blame me for that. It is certainly worth posting here again.

Round and round

Forty-two peaks.
In December sprinkled
with icing sugar.

Forty-two peaks.
On summer solstice covered
by hundreds and thousands.

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How did I miss this? It's great. Thanks to Johnny Foreigner and also HHH for reposting it.

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Originally Posted by swift

Sea poems. My dad used to always read me this one.

We had sand in the eyes and the ears and the nose,
And sand in the hair, and sand-between-the-toes.
Whenever a good nor'wester blows,
Christopher is certain of
Sand-between-the-toes.

There was a roaring in the sky;
The sea-gulls cried as they blew by;
We tried to talk, but had to shout-
Nobody else was out.
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I love these two verses particularly...what great imagery.

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Originally Posted by swift

Sea poems. My dad used to always read me this one.

I went down to the shouting sea,
Taking Christopher down with me,
For Nurse had given us sixpence each-
And down we went to the beach.

We had sand in the eyes and the ears and the nose,
And sand in the hair, and sand-between-the-toes.
Whenever a good nor'wester blows,
Christopher is certain of
Sand-between-the-toes.


The sea was galloping grey and white;
Christopher clutched his sixpence tight;
We clambered over the humping sand-
And Christopher held my hand.

We had sand in the eyes and the ears and the nose,
And sand in the hair, and sand-between-the-toes.
Whenever a good nor'wester blows,
Christopher is certain of
Sand-between-the-toes.


There was a roaring in the sky;
The sea-gulls cried as they blew by;
We tried to talk, but had to shout-
Nobody else was out.

When we got home, we had sand in the hair,
In the eyes and the ears and everywhere;
Whenever a good nor'wester blows,
Christopher is found with
Sand-between-the-toes.

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Welcome to the thread Swift and what a lovely poem to start off with, i love the line about the sand between the toes, the last thing to leave after a trip to the beach ! thank you :)

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Originally Posted by Hes

Ahhh...I'm so jealous! Mine is probably sat on my mat waiting to jam the door and lock me out when I get home! Cannot wait to see it, I'm so excited.

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It is a big thick magazine too of telephone directory proportions so I hope you left open a window to climb back in the house! :eek:

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Originally Posted by Hes

How did I miss this? It's great. Thanks to Johnny Foreigner and also HHH for reposting it.

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I agree beautiful...one for the next issue?/ fell poet offering in the mag? (she says modestly!!)

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Originally Posted by Hes

How did I miss this? It's great. Thanks to Johnny Foreigner and also HHH for reposting it.

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It'll be just perfect still for the summer magazine. We'll have to think of a theme for our next lot of offerings.

Did you get down to the beach today Hes? I forget I'm not very far from the sea here. I feel quite land-locked at times when really I'm practically coastal.

My magazine's not arrived yet :(

I might phone in sick tomorrow to wait for it :D

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

It'll be just perfect still for the summer magazine. We'll have to think of a theme for our next lot of offerings.

Did you get down to the beach today Hes? I forget I'm not very far from the sea here. I feel quite land-locked at times when really I'm practically coastal.

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I have been beach combing and then on an archaeological walk along coast path...had to resist running about like a collie as the average age of my companions was 65 and they were a sedate bunch as opposed to our veteran fell runners. It was good, very interesting and nice to meet mum's friends.

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Originally Posted by Derby Tup

My magazine's not arrived yet :(

I might phone in sick tomorrow to wait for it :D

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Ha ha! Like it DT.:D

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Originally Posted by Hes

I have been beach combing and then on an archaeological walk along coast path...had to resist running about like a collie as the average age of my companions was 65 and they were a sedate bunch as opposed to our veteran fell runners. It was good, very interesting and nice to meet mum's friends.

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What a wonderful way to spend your day. I know exactly what you mean about running about like a collie. That is often me.

A tad cheeky calling it an archaeological walk though. They aren't THAT old! ;):D

Being from the Midlands I've always seen the seaside as a magical place and love pottering about on beaches, cliffs, birdwatching, eating ice-creams etc etc :)

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Originally Posted by Derby Tup

Being from the Midlands I've always seen the seaside as a magical place and love pottering about on beaches, cliffs, birdwatching, eating ice-creams etc etc :)

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...chips in their paper on the quay, rockpooling, fossil hunting, seal watching, swimming, surfing, diving, sailing...I could go on for ever...I promise I won't.;)

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Originally Posted by Derby Tup

Being from the Midlands I've always seen the seaside as a magical place and love pottering about on beaches, cliffs, birdwatching, eating ice-creams etc etc :)

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Me too. I even have fond memories of visiting Skegness in mid winter, it being too blooming cold to stay on the beach for more than 5 minutes due to the gale force winds and the sea being too far out to even see it!

went to a gallery in Newlyn and found a book of Charles Causley's poems in the cafe. I read a wonderful one called Leonardo...wish I could post it but can't find it on the web,

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

Me too. I even have fond memories of visiting Skegness in mid winter, it being too blooming cold to stay on the beach for more than 5 minutes due to the gale force winds and the sea being too far out to even see it!

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ha ha...sounds like my family holidays...cornish pasties in the rain (pre-veggie days), thermos cups of coffee steaming up the windscreen and my sister refusing to leave the car to go for a walk, the wind getting up and mum and dad running back in a panic expecting to find the car and her blown off the cliff. Happy days!:D

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

Me too. I even have fond memories of visiting Skegness in mid winter, it being too blooming cold to stay on the beach for more than 5 minutes due to the gale force winds and the sea being too far out to even see it!

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You need good eyesight to see the sea at low-tide in Skegness ;):eek:

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Originally Posted by Hes

...chips in their paper on the quay, rockpooling, fossil hunting, seal watching, swimming, surfing, diving, sailing...I could go on for ever...I promise I won't.;)

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Do carry on. It is making me look forward to my hols even more. Then there is crabbing, seeing the lighthouse at night, touching sea anemones so they stick to your finger. Can't wait.

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Originally Posted by Hes

ha ha...sounds like my family holidays...cornish pasties in the rain (pre-veggie days), thermos cups of coffee steaming up the windscreen and my sister refusing to leave the car to go for a walk, the wind getting up and mum and dad running back in a panic expecting to find the car and her blown off the cliff. Happy days!:D

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That does sound familiar. Dad never let the weather get in the way of getting to the beach even if we did have to have all the winter woolies on. Those were the days!

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Originally Posted by Derby Tup

You need good eyesight to see the sea at low-tide in Skegness ;):eek:

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I'd take binoculars another time. :)

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

That does sound familiar. Dad never let the weather get in the way of getting to the beach even if we did have to have all the winter woolies on. Those were the days!

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yep..many a day stood in a rockpool turning blue in my swimsuit and pigtails.

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

Do carry on. It is making me look forward to my hols even more. Then there is crabbing, seeing the lighthouse at night, touching sea anemones so they stick to your finger. Can't wait.

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trying to catch a limpet unawares to unstick it, digging for lugworms, jumping waves, playing tinwhistle to the seals, 2pence telescopes that shut down just as you got focussed, candyfloss dissolving in the mist....

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Originally Posted by Hes

yep..many a day stood in a rockpool turning blue in my swimsuit and pigtails.

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It is all coming back now. I remember rolling rocks as big as my head to hold down one of those stripey wind breaks so we could shelter behind it from a sand storm. It is also on a beach that I saw my Mum do her fastest half mile ever as she shot off after a beach ball that had been grabbed by the wind. To this day I'm still impressed at the speed she showed that day!

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Originally Posted by Hes

trying to catch a limpet unawares to unstick it, digging for lugworms, jumping waves, playing tinwhistle to the seals, 2pence telescopes that shut down just as you got focussed, candyfloss dissolving in the mist....

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Outsmarting a limpet. Oh yes!

Trying to unrealistically paddle out in an inflatable dingy against massive waves. French cricket using a spade instead of a bat. Making sand castles too big so you end up shovelling about a tonne of sand.

Right guys, I'm going to have to head off to bed. I hope everyone's magazines turn up tomorrow.

Good night all. I'm off to dream of the sea.:)
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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

Right guys, I'm going to have to head off to bed. I hope everyone's magazines turn up tomorrow.

Good night all. I'm off to dream of the sea.:)
x

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Night HHH! Sweet dreams.x

Well, I received my magazine today and hey look whoi is on 80-81....why only little ol us lot (well some of us) and our poems!.....Its looks so beautiful with Hes' print behind it and the poems are awesome...well done everyone! :)


I think as Harry suggested we should think of themes for future publications!...towards the end of the year I thought we could sumbit some of our poems that have described various aspects of the seasons, there were a lot of nice ones about winter, the snow for example and a few so far about spring...hell we could even try and do a little calender if we had the time...i think that the quality of stuff is improving all the time so there will be loads to choose from...anyway I will stop witterring just something to ponder on.....:)

still loving spring......

Putting in the Seed


by Robert Frost

You come to fetch me from my work to-night
When supper's on the table, and we'll see
If I can leave off burying the white
Soft petals fallen from the apple tree.
(Soft petals, yes, but not so barren quite,
Mingled with these, smooth bean and wrinkled pea
And go along with you ere you lose sight
Of what you came for and become like me,
Slave to a springtime passion for the earth.
How Love burns through the Putting in the Seed
On through the watching for that early birth
When, just as the soil tarnishes with weed,

The sturdy seedling with arched body comes
Shouldering its way and shedding the earth crumbs.

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Originally Posted by freckle

Well, I received my magazine today and hey look whoi is on 80-81....why only little ol us lot (well some of us) and our poems!.....Its looks so beautiful with Hes' print behind it and the poems are awesome...well done everyone! :)


I think as Harry suggested we should think of themes for future publications!...towards the end of the year I thought we could sumbit some of our poems that have described various aspects of the seasons, there were a lot of nice ones about winter, the snow for example and a few so far about spring...hell we could even try and do a little calender if we had the time...i think that the quality of stuff is improving all the time so there will be loads to choose from...anyway I will stop witterring just something to ponder on.....:)

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