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How gorgeous! Freckle and Mossdog, sorry I didn't make the thread last night, I'd love to have been part of your exchange, some brilliant choices. Instead I was cutting small bits of lino to form illustrations of the Pennines....Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
Lovely DT. This time of year is so wonderful, small birds and animals getting busy with the business of finding mates, nesting and making babies! Friskiness is in the air...Quote:
Originally Posted by Derby Tup
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Originally Posted by XRunner
I did enjoy it (thanks Mossy for the translation) and the article. Interesting guy. Thanks XRunner.:)
Friskiness in the air! :cool:Quote:
Originally Posted by Hes
What a weekend - first camping of the year was fantastic and as an added bonus I survived the Edale Skyline :eek:
Woken gently to
sounds of the lone curlew call,
a charm of Goldfinch
Congratulations on Edale Stef and the haiku is gorgeous!Quote:
Originally Posted by Stef F
graphite covered hands
perusing poetry books
marking favourites
indeed DT - in suprising placesQuote:
Originally Posted by Derby Tup
High up the Langstrath
a frisky frog manages
to locate a mate
Great choice from the frecklemeister :D That's one of those selections that makes you immediately want to google the Poet's name and works.Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
The Impossible
Chain-Walk, Kincraig
for Iain
Who knows what we can do? When friends believe
In us, the chrysalis grows tight and splits
And, struggling out, we fly. Your basalt cliffs
Rose up that day like panic. I swallowed hard,
So scared, my two-day migraine slid away.
Yet when I grasped the chains, they were all muscle,
A warmth of linked hands. Then into an hour’s
Hauling, up and over-ing, inching downwards,
Toes socketing home, holdfasts to hand.
An afterwards, next year, that you’ll remember –
Kestrel leaning upon warm cliff-top air,
Nonchalant grasses, and the glittering Forth.
Anna Crowe © 1997
from Skating Out of the House (Peterloo 1997)
Journey's End
When the long day's tramp is over, when the journey's done,
I shall dip down from some hilltop at the going down o' the sun,
And turn in at the open door, and lay down staff and load,
And wash me clean of the heat o' day, and white dust o' the road.
There shall I hear the restless wind go wandering to and fro
That sings the old wayfaring song — the tune that the stars know;
Soft shall I lie and well content, and I shall ask no more
Than just to drowse and watch the folks turn in at the open door.
To hail the folk I used to know, that trudged with me in the dust,
That warmed their hands at the same fire, and ate o' the same crust,
To know them safe from the cold wind and the drenching rain,
Turn a little, and wake a little, and so to sleep again.
Cicely Fox Smith
I was away most of the weekend in the Lakes so have just been catching up on the posts to this thread and there were some excellent original poems posted as well as other poet's selections.
I particularly liked the Herakles and N-Dubya offerings very much :cool: and Hes and her "Fathers and lovers" really grabbed me :D
That's really a lovely, calming poem DT - good find - many thanks.Quote:
Originally Posted by Derby Tup
This is excellent HHH.Quote:
Originally Posted by Alf
Opph...sorry Alf!!!Quote:
Originally Posted by Mossdog
Another freckle poem:)Quote:
Faint Refrain
Elizabeth Songstaffe; whose name
is inscribed in my gold-edged bible,
how was your life composed?
Did your pockets brim
with grace notes that scattered
like freckles on a nose?
Were you awkward
as a lonely clap, sounding after
a symphony’s first movement?
Born one hundred years ago,
your death was not recorded–
yet, I hear a faint refrain.
Did you once hum across prairies
on humid evenings, or lilt between bramble
and heather on mud-soaked moors?
Were you house-bound, gazing through
leaded windows while landscapes
blurred into the sea?
I imagine you, a ballad of emotion,
deep with French horns, wistful violins
and whimpering flutes,
ascending quietly into a mysterious
finale, while the cadence of your life
slowly lowered into another accord.
Karen Kelsay
I am really busy with work at the moment and various other things which is why I haven't been on the thread much so to read thi stonight was lovely....what a beautiful restful poem, just what the doctor ordered! and Alf I loved the Crowe poem too I think I will look up more of her work. Hes, Stef, DT and OW some lovely haiku...and X runner i need to look up that poem as i couldn't read the feint properly!....by the way Herakles I thought it was cool that you posted your poem on the anti hate thread...back soon :)Quote:
Originally Posted by Derby Tup
X runner that is a fine poem i really liked the penultimate verse (ironically the one i couldn't read), for the visually impaired amongst us here is the readable version...Quote:
Originally Posted by XRunner
http://wilderness.motleyvision.org/2...omment-page-1/
really nice poem thanks!:) I would love to be described as "a ballad of emotion".
[quote=Alf;317988]Great choice from the frecklemeister :D That's one of those selections that makes you immediately want to google the Poet's name and works.
The Impossible
Chain-Walk, Kincraig
for Iain
I agree with Mossy's red highlights.....
these words are really special...
Who knows what we can do? When friends believe
In us, the chrysalis grows tight and splits
And, struggling out, we fly.
could be the motto of the fell poets society? :D
apparently anna crowe does poetry walks and you are requested to bring "stout" shoes...
http://www.list.co.uk/event/197217-p...the-landscape/
Hey I just remembered....its Spring!
The enkindled spring
DH Lawrence
This spring as it comes bursts up in bonfires green,
Wild puffing of emerald trees, and flame-filled bushes,
Thorn-blossom lifting in wreaths of smoke between
Where the wood fumes up and the watery, flickering rushes.
I am amazed at this spring, this conflagration
Of green fires lit on the soil of the earth, this blaze
Of growing, and sparks that puff in wild gyration,
Faces of people streaming across my gaze.
And I, what fountain of fire am I among
This leaping combustion of spring? My spirit is tossed
About like a shadow buffeted in the throng
Of flames, a shadow that’s gone astray, and is lost.
I is shattered...offski
Wot no fell poets? :confused:
Poem.
Fair maiden i will be your literary white knight,
With verse and rhyme for your delight,
To speak of all things good and pure,
For this poetic life there is no cure,
So a poem for you to show my mettle,
Dedicated to you the lady freckle.
By Herakles.
Oh how wonderful herakles..........thank you ;)...another one for my wall i think!...hope you are well :)Quote:
Originally Posted by Herakles
Hey fellah, you all trying to steal my charge?Quote:
Originally Posted by Herakles
Cos if so, I'll measure you yard for yard!
So stop all yowl posh literary ways
cos you oughta know she in a rapping phase.
Now I don't wanna hear no knighty-knight stuff
or dis' poem-bash could turn out rough.
Now Little-ol Queen Freckle she's real feisty
She don't need no lyrics, nicey-nicey.
So less of dat 'good and pure'
for this empty threads that's no cure,
cos that's way's to boring, clean and nice
You gotta get with the anti-christ.
:D:D:D:D
Somehow I don't think that's heading for the wall!:DQuote:
Originally Posted by Mossdog
Yeah, mean and nasty. Sort of like this?
Macbeth Act IV Scene I
William Shakespeare
Witch 1: Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd
Witch 2: Thrice and once the hedge-pig whin'd
Witch 3: Harper cries: 'Tis time, 'tis time.
Witch 1: Round about the cauldron go;
In the poison'd entrails throw.
Toad, that under cold stone
Days and nights hast thirty-one
Swelter'd venom sleeping got,
Boil thou first i' the charmed pot.
All: Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
Witch 2: Fillet of a fenny snake,
In the cauldron boil and bake;
Eye of newt, and toe of frog,
Wool of bat, and tongue of dog,
Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting,
Lizard's leg, and howlet's wing,
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
All: Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
Witch 3: Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf,
Witches' mummy, maw and gulf
Of the ravin'd salt-sea shark,
Root of hemlock digg'd i' the dark,
Liver of blaspheming Jew,
Gall of goat, and slips of yew
Sliver'd in the moon's eclipse,
Nose of Turk, and Tartar's lips,
Finger of birth-strangled babe
Ditch-deliver'd by a drab,
Make the gruel thick and slab:
Add thereto a tiger's chaudron,
For the ingredients of our cauldron.
All: Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
Witch 2: Cool it with a baboon's blood,
Then the charm is firm and good.
Hectate: O! well done! I commend your pains,
And every one shall share i' the gains.
And now about the cauldron sing,
Like elves and fairies in a ring,
Enchanting all that you put in.
Witch 2: By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes.
:eek::eek::eek:
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Originally Posted by Mossdog
Oooooo you are a card! its mighty quiet round here mind and I is offski soon as a tired freckle!....thanx mossy!
chilli con carne
steamed rice, sour cream, grated cheese
too many cold beers!
:o
Steady on DT, you know what they say - a moment on the lips, a lifetime on your hips :eek:Quote:
Originally Posted by Derby Tup
alka-seltzer fizzQuote:
Originally Posted by Derby Tup
eight hours good nights sleeping
fresh as a daisy
:D
Shivers, sweating, coughing, wheezing
Pneumonia like symptoms, deffo no running
A week of crap, but no smoking:cool:
This could be the best worst man-flu i've ever had:)
staying with brother
alarm set for six am
fearing very worst
:eek::D
Brother sneakily set alarm for five am?:eek:Quote:
Originally Posted by Derby Tup
Get well soon merrylegs. Take care mate! :)Quote:
Originally Posted by merrylegs
Now that is extremely funny! Cheers Mossdog.:DQuote:
Originally Posted by Mossdog
Awww....poor you, sounds horrible. Get well soon!:)Quote:
Originally Posted by merrylegs
The Horses
I climbed through woods in the hour-before-dawn dark.
Evil air, a frost-making stillness,
Not a leaf, not a bird-
A world cast in frost. I came out above the wood
Where my breath left tortuous statues in the iron light.
But the valleys were draining the darkness
Till the moorline – blackening dregs of the brightening grey –
Halved the sky ahead. And I saw the horses:
Huge in the dense grey –ten together –
Megalith-still. They breathed, making no move,
With draped manes and tilted hind-hooves,
Making no sound.
I passed: not one snorted or jerked its head.
Grey silent fragments
Of a grey still world.
I listened in emptiness on the moor-ridge.
The curlew’s tear turned its edge on the silence.
Slowly detail leafed from the darkness. Then the sun
Orange, red, red erupted
Silently, and splitting to its core tore and flung cloud,
Shook the gulf open, showed blue,
And the big planets hanging –
I turned
Stumbling in a fever of a dream, down towards
The dark woods, from the kindling tops,
And came the horses.
There, still they stood,
But now steaming, and glistening under the flow of light,
Their draped stone manes, their tilted hind-hooves
Stirring under a thaw while all around them
The frost showed its fires. But still they made no sound.
Not one snorted or stamped,
Their hung heads patient as the horizons,
High over valleys, in the red levelling rays –
In din of the crowded streets, going among the years, the faces,
May I still meet my memory in so lonely a place
Between the streams and the red clouds, hearing curlews,
Hearing the horizons endure
Ted Hughes
Don't Diss The Demi-God.
Now then Mossdog you're tryin to diss me,
I can't believe your weak literacy,
I'm a demi-god from ancient greece,
Your a smelly dog with a shaggy fleece.
You know all the ladies love me the most,
All you do is pee up a lamp post,
So give in now to the superior rap,
And make sure you take a baggy when you do a crap.
Oh i know, yes i know that my rap is best,
All you sucker fell runner mc's put me to the test,
As i've proven with Mossdog you will see that you weak,
No one on here can break my streak.
So Freckle you have seen now who is best,
Mossdog can go get his leash instead of being a pest,
I defeated him with consumate ease,
You'll never find another rapper like Herakles.
By Herakles.
to mc's Herakles and mossdog
Just put a donk on it!
MC Mossy is the original big dog around here :cool:
Uncle Jim
I only knew him as an old man,
in old, worn out suits and overcoats.
He had spent the worst part of his
life working down the pit. In the
end it was the dust that had him.
I only knew him as an old man,
who kept peardrops in the pockets
of his overcoats, who had spent the
best part of his life down the pub,
supping all day at halfpints.
I only really knew him as an old
man who waited beside a lampost, to
give me peardrops from the pockets
of his overcoat which were always
covered in lint.