sorry turbo tom i don't have a scanner but perhaps one of the others do? do you not get the mag like?Quote:
Originally Posted by TurboTom
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sorry turbo tom i don't have a scanner but perhaps one of the others do? do you not get the mag like?Quote:
Originally Posted by TurboTom
Nope...im not an FRA member :eek:Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
Solution there is, become a member.
Lets see if someone has a scanner, if not i can photocopy it for you and send it but it won't look as cool as not in colour! anyway, suffice to say your poem looks very good, the x country one, against the backdrop of hes's print!Quote:
Originally Posted by TurboTom
Al has come to the rescue
Well, what do you think?Quote:
Originally Posted by TurboTom
I havent scanned it yet! Gi me chance.Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
You have mail.Quote:
Originally Posted by TurboTom
Tis all good in the hood...thanks Al
That was a good choice freckle. There's allsorts going on in that poem under the surface that sums up spring well. :)Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
This is from Antonio Machado a Spanish poet who's wife died young and he makes lots of references to her in his poetry and writings:
The afternoon is bright,
with spring in the air,
a mild March afternoon,
with the breath of April stirring,
I am alone in the quiet patio
looking for some old untried illusion -
some shadow on the whiteness of the wall
some memory asleep
on the stone rim of the fountain,
perhaps in the air
the light swish of some trailing gown.
Antonio Machado
Thank you Alf that is so beautifulQuote:
Originally Posted by Alf
It arrived! Great. It does look good doesn't it. :)Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
trio of Curlew
feeding in roadside meadow
spring ever closer
I've got the mag now and seen our poetry! :cool:
Thanks for organising it f, H and HHH. Great choices :)
Aye, big thank you to the three amigos;)Quote:
Originally Posted by Derby Tup
Evenin all
I'm feeling down so here is a down poem Gordon Comstock (George Orwell).
Sharply the menacing wind sweeps over
The bending poplars, newly bare,
And the dark ribbons of the chimneys
Veer downward; flicked by whips of air,
Torn posters flutter; coldly sound
The boom of trains and the rattle of hooves,
And the clerks who hurry to the station
Look, shuddering, over the eastern rooves,
Thinking, each one, 'Here comes the winter!
Please God I keep my job this year!'
And bleakly, as the cold strikes through
Their entrails like an icy spear,
They think of rent, rates, season tickets,
Insurance, coal, the skivvy's wages,
Boots, school-bills, and the next instalment
Upon the two twin beds from Drage's.
For if in careless summer days
In groves of Ashtaroth we whored,
Repentant now, when winds blow cold,
We kneel before our rightful lord;
The lord of all, the money-god,
Who rules us blood and hand and brain,
Who gives the roof that stops the wind,
And, giving, takes away again;
Who spies with jealous, watchful care,
Our thoughts, our dreams, our secret ways,
Who picks our words and cuts our clothes,
And maps the pattern of our days;
Who chills our anger, curbs our hope,
And buys our lives and pays with toys,
Who claims as tribute broken faith,
Accepted insults, muted joys;
Who binds with chains the poet's wit,
The navvy's strength, the soldier's pride,
And lays the sleek, estranging shield
Between the lover and his bride.
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Originally Posted by N-dubya
Sorry to hear you are feeling down hope it doesn't last long....i really like this poem and relate to the sentiment in it- i like the notion of a "money god" and love the last verse in particular...nice choice
Happy.
Happy,Happy poem just for N-Dubya,
Just a few words to say that we all love ya,
We want to see a smile on your face,
So make this thread a happy place.
By Herakles.
i like this poem but couldn't cut and paste it all so here is the link.....
http://cerene.wordpress.com/2006/08/...derek-walcott/
Ive just had a call...im the new poet laurette (spell check???)
that's fantastic new TT..can i have a share in the sherry?....Quote:
Originally Posted by TurboTom
http://www.prnewswire.co.uk/cgi/news/release?id=20500
page 83 of the mag reveals an unsuspecting poet....i wonder if he might frequent this thread? ....nice account
That's brilliant. I think we should arrange something similar between ourselves. :)Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
There were enough great poems for loads more pages. It was great fun pulling it all together. Thanks to all the great poets that made it easy.Quote:
Originally Posted by Derby Tup
Fantastic poem Freckle and what a great website.Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
I found this:
Blue
Blue, but you are Rose, too,
and buttermilk, but with blood
dots showing through.
A little salty your white
nape boy-wide. Glinting hairs
shoot back of your ears’ Rose
that tongues like to feel
the maze of, slip into the funnel,
tell a thunder-whisper to.
When I kiss, your eyes’ straight
lashes down crisp go like doll’s
blond straws. Glazed iris Roses,
your lids unclose to Blue-ringed
targets, their dark sheen-spokes
almost green. I sink in Blue-
black Rose-heart holes until you
blink. Pink lips, the serrate
folds taste smooth, and Rosehip-
round, the center bud I suck.
I milknip your two Blue-skeined
blown Rose beauties, too, to sniff
their berries’ blood, up stiff
pink tips. You’re white in
patches, only mostly Rose,
buckskin and saltly, speckled
like a sky. I love your spots,
your white neck, Rose, your hair’s
wild straw splash, silk spools
for your ears. But where white
spouts out, spills on your brow
to clear eyepools, wheel shafts
of light, Rose, you are Blue.
by May Swenson
Ain't that one heck of a sensuous poem or what!!!:D
Bloomin' eck...there's more. I can see I'm going to have to be very selective tonight or else risk you 'guys' getting too 'loved-up' (again!). Can't have that on a Thursday evening:D
The Persistence of Memory
She knew how the sunlight
ran its warm fingers
between her smooth brown thighs,
how her shadow swayed with her skirt
when she walked in front of him.
She felt him following
and with a sidelong glance
shook hair away from her face,
aware how it fell,
faint suggestion of joy,
to the arch of her back.
She knew his want and let it
surround her. She let him
choose the music, pull the blind
unless he wanted it up
so the sun could run pale fingers
from lips to nipples to soft belly hairs.
They both said love was brief
and parted still believing it.
But the years came unasked for,
and still she walks that street
watching her shadow flirt with the sun,
wishing he would follow her again.
Colin Mortin
I will just slip in a bit of Keats again:) I don't think its been posted before?
When I have fears that I may cease to be
When I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain,
Before high-piled books, in charactery,
Hold like rich garners the full ripen'd grain;
When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face,
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And think that I may never live to trace
Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance;
And when I feel, fair creature of an hour,
That I shall never look upon thee more,
Never have relish in the faery power
Of unreflecting love;--then on the shore
Of the wide world I stand alone, and think
Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.
John Keats
(Keats died 3 years after writing this sonnet :()
Ah...so it's despondency and gloom we're going for, eh!Quote:
Originally Posted by Alf
Ebb
I know what my heart is like
Since your love died:
It is like a hollow ledge
Holding a little pool
Left there by the tide,
A little tepid pool,
Drying inward from the edge.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Where's those tissues?....snivel :(
Dead impressed with the poems in the fellrunner magazine, big round of applause from me <clap clap clap clap clap clap>. And was the background picture Hes's own work? Fantastic. And why didn't Hes's poem about her own headtorch run make the grade; its possibly the best of a very good bunch if you ask me. Anyway well done guys.
I really like this and also the "friday night" poems posted by mossy...i'll be re reading them later on! :DQuote:
Originally Posted by Mossdog
www.hestercox.com ;)Quote:
Originally Posted by Stolly
I am very big on despondency and gloom Mossy (though only in my poetry ;) )Quote:
Originally Posted by Mossdog
and this one (far too long to post here) is the "Daddy" of them all :)
http://www.blupete.com/Literature/Poetry/Elegy.htm
"The paths of glory lead but to the grave." :cool:
Thanks for the link; the pictures are georgeous.Quote:
Originally Posted by Derby Tup
http://img8.imageshack.us/img8/604/swiftasahare1.jpg
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Originally Posted by Stolly
Aye, she is good is our birthday girl! planning to purchase at least one if I ever sell my house!
Down at the Factory,
It's the same old news,
Another 8 till 5 just isn't giving me any clues,
At least come 5,
I'll be running away the blues
So what's this about a gig at Dufton? is it some kind of open mic evening for forumites?
No Mr B it is Simon Armitage who is walking the Pennine Way like an old style troubadour poet. On his website he said he would like to do a gig every night and not charge for it but just send his hat round after to see if he can live on the proceeds of his poetry while he is walking the way.
I can see a housewarming present opportunity here!:)Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
Thanks Stolly, I'm really pleased that you like my prints. I haven't seen the mag yet but a friend tells me that my night-time run poem is in. It might be under my full name. Are you coming to the Simon Armitage gig?Quote:
Originally Posted by Stolly
As Herkales outlined...the date for the gig is July 15th, the village hall dufton, FREE but simon wants people to give what they think he is worth....he will be available to sign books and there will be some of his books on sale...we will post more details as and when but essentially some of us are hoping to walk with simon on a bit of his peninne walk, and others will be staying over in or near Dufton on the thursday night and having a "casual" trot around the high cup nick route gthe next day...so if you fancy popping along that would be cool...as for formuties reading their own poetry i had thought that would be a lovely idea, either at the village hall or round a camp fire over a couple of snecklifters (the latter would sit far more easy with my performance anxiety!!!!!!)Quote:
Originally Posted by mr brightside
for more info re simon's walk see http://www.simonarmitage.com/