Today's poet

Hi all, I am back...but just for a minute, had a great time but seriously looking forward to catching up on all the fab stuff that's been on here in my absence, hope to pop on later....

blue and pink
frames a stollen Blencathra
Ullswater a tub
your forgot you were running
swoollen and heavy
ready to spill
Abrupt mist over the lake
a quickening darkness
beckons a headtorcher
on unknown paths

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Originally Posted by tri-mind

I'm Ready.

I sometimes wonder whether to carry on,
It seems such hard work I've been at it too long,
I don't have the energy my will has gone,
And i have sung my final song.

It's nearly two score years i've battled with this,
Please don't let me see another day,
I'm ready now to receive the angels kiss,
Time for me to slowly slip away.

I hear nothing all around me is silent,
My maker i will meet i know that this is right,
Almost there now i shall not repent,
The time is now to slip into eternal night.

By Matt Harmston.

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Hope you ain't ready for a long time mate:)

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Originally Posted by merrylegs

Hope you ain't ready for a long time mate:)

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ditto x

I think i should explain myself my poetry comes from my experiences and i assure you if i am writing i am no harm to myself. I hope the poems are not too disturbing sometimes. I thank you for your kind words.

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Originally Posted by tri-mind

I think i should explain myself my poetry comes from my experiences and i assure you if i am writing i am no harm to myself. I hope the poems are not too disturbing sometimes. I thank you for your kind words.

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Poems are great, especially now you've explained yourself, keep going mate;)
Had a bad weekend myself and felt like i'm ready, run this afternoon sorted me out:)

Hello poetry people

I'm going to dip my toe into the poetry thread and offer a poem of my own composition

Kinder

A splendid place this plateau
of rich, dark, peat
A wilderness at rest
like a lazy wrinkled sheet

The collapsed meandering tunnels of giant worms
across this torturous land
or the dragging tips of fingers
by some collosal hand

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

It looked lovely up there today with an icing sugar coating of snow.

Was it nice having your feet on home soil again?

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Had a brilliant day HHH! Steady trot found Fairfield Horsehoe in snow and sunshine, big plate of egg and chips in the cafe, and bought myself a copy of the Joss Naylor book. Nice to be on home soil indeed :cool:

Here is a short ditty from my university days:

Farouche, uncertain, idle Liz,
first year in Arts, in sex, in digs,
was quick to hear but slow to heed
the call to study and the need to read.

Susanna spend nights in libidinal pleasuring,
mornings studying History, afternoons
speaking at women's lib meetings. Her thesis
on Froude, Freud and freedom is practically done.

(Anon)

Good stuff neil :)

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Originally Posted by neil wootton

Hello poetry people

I'm going to dip my toe into the poetry thread and offer a poem of my own composition

Kinder

A splendid place this plateau
of rich, dark, peat
A wilderness at rest
like a lazy wrinkled sheet

The collapsed meandering tunnels of giant worms
across this torturous land
or the dragging tips of fingers
by some collosal hand

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I used to get to Kinder lots more than today when I lived in Buxton. It is a special place. I love some of the images you use to describe this unique spot. I can picture it well.

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Originally Posted by neil wootton

Hello poetry people

I'm going to dip my toe into the poetry thread and offer a poem of my own composition

Kinder

A splendid place this plateau
of rich, dark, peat
A wilderness at rest
like a lazy wrinkled sheet

The collapsed meandering tunnels of giant worms
across this torturous land
or the dragging tips of fingers
by some collosal hand

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