Today's poet

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Originally Posted by freckle

So speaks
the voice of reason
Harry happy to hope
Howgill

:)

nice tune, i hadn't really come across him until this thread, lovely stuff

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Here's another of his I'm listening to now....

http://www.youtube.com/watch#!v=riJJ...aynext_from=ML

Anything off the album "want 1" is stunning.

Right. I'm offski. Sweet dreams...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pjSjB...eature=related

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

Right. I'm offski. Sweet dreams...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pjSjB...eature=related

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Hey! you spoilt my suprise! that's exactly the outfit I will be wearing for the anniversary!.....................................( including shoes and haircut)...........:eek:, oh and did I mention.....armitage has agreed to come and cheer me on at the end!

night harry!

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Originally Posted by freckle

first draft


Gifts

I brought gifts, a dream,
above the edge of an escarpement,
unfathomable drop,
I felt the fear and the desire to fall.

Another dream, my naked torso,
huge cavernous omission where a stomach should have been,
the wind howling through.
After that I saw holes everywhere, and the drop,
some kind of pleasant vertigo followed.

At the theatre I gazed at the distance
between my seat and the stage
dizzied with the prospect of some magical falling,
not conceiving of decking out,
the unconscious illogical harness of certainty
held my risk taking mind.

Eventually the delectable fear of falling
could be resisted no longer,
and an unsuspecting catalyst
luminous hood in november rain,
unsure of the descent,
we peeled away, without realising
at each carapace.

And so began the journey,
crashing and banging
down a huge bamboo shoot
of possibilities,
I landed with a bump into uncertainty.
The chockstone unlodged, it got ugly,
I think...
I got ugly.
I wasn’t expecting that.

But now, after the machinations,
I catch glimpses,
here is the centre of myself,
a stillness forgotten.

Tonight my mother found some poems
written for her when I was a child
“you were always writing poems”,
I had forgotten completely,
it was a relief to remember.

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Brilliant frecks :)

Pandora’s Box

My ribs were a cage
for carrion crows
the blue-black scavengers
who, once trapped,
amused themselves by pecking
at the vestige of my heart.
Then unexpected, uninvited
there you were
and I lay down before you,
naked and shivering.
With trembling hands,
you cracked my chest
whilst I cowered and bled,
afraid of what you might find.
How bravely you caught them,
those fearsome birds,
And held each one close
whispering a charm,
a gentle spell,
to soothe ruffled feathers
and slow wilful minds.
One by one
you offered them
for my examination
before raising each to the sky.
You sent them away
on wild beating wings
and, as I watched,
I saw the mid-day sun
pierce their tattered feathers
and knew that what they left me
was hope.

There's been some really great things written on the thread lately, I've only just had a chance to catch up. Herakles looks like he is on a real roll! Its good to see. Off to read some Carol Ann Duffy...

The quality of work on here is unbelievable. Freckle, Hes and everyone.

Run and live as one
Heart and soul for Hann to hold
Lace and love bind tight.

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Originally Posted by Hes

Pandora’s Box

My ribs were a cage
for carrion crows
the blue-black scavengers
who, once trapped,
amused themselves by pecking
at the vestige of my heart.
Then unexpected, uninvited
there you were
and I lay down before you,
naked and shivering.
With trembling hands,
you cracked my chest
whilst I cowered and bled,
afraid of what you might find.
How bravely you caught them,
those fearsome birds,
And held each one close
whispering a charm,
a gentle spell,
to soothe ruffled feathers
and slow wilful minds.
One by one
you offered them
for my examination
before raising each to the sky.
You sent them away
on wild beating wings
and, as I watched,
I saw the mid-day sun
pierce their tattered feathers
and knew that what they left me
was hope.

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Ooooooo I am all goosebumps!.......utterly brilliant Hes well done !

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Originally Posted by Lola

Run and live as one
Heart and soul for Hann to hold
Lace and love bind tight.

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I am intrigued......................................... ..............................;) nice one "lola"

Men.

For men do lie you know it's so,
With subtle enchantment that drains your heart,
Hark another suitor approaches,
Verily he may be the one,
Show him the light that shineth within your breast,
Be not fearsome of the serpents tongue,
The filthy beast doth try and bind you,
With his silver tongue,
Alas you part into the ether,
Saddened by man and his deceit.


By Herakles.

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Originally Posted by Lola

Run and live as one
Heart and soul for Hann to hold
Lace and love bind tight.

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Sounds good to me! Nice to see you here Lola.:)

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Originally Posted by Herakles

Men.

For men do lie you know it's so,
With subtle enchantment that drains your heart,
Hark another suitor approaches,
Verily he may be the one,
Show him the light that shineth within your breast,
Be not fearsome of the serpents tongue,
The filthy beast doth try and bind you,
With his silver tongue,
Alas you part into the ether,
Saddened by man and his deceit.


By Herakles.

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Tis the truth my friend
but hearts can mend
when hope seems lost
and sadness the cost
along comes one
who's lies are none
who fears that you
are a liar too
together you find
that the world can be kind
there's one last chance
to dance the dance
to see the light
and put to right
all that was wrong
in your life's long song
and hope is found
on tentative gound.

Wow this is something else. I love it.

I almost didn't read it as I'm struggling to keep on the up side and try and avoid the darker poetry.

Hope is everything :)

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Originally Posted by Hes

Pandora’s Box

My ribs were a cage
for carrion crows
the blue-black scavengers
who, once trapped,
amused themselves by pecking
at the vestige of my heart.
Then unexpected, uninvited
there you were
and I lay down before you,
naked and shivering.
With trembling hands,
you cracked my chest
whilst I cowered and bled,
afraid of what you might find.
How bravely you caught them,
those fearsome birds,
And held each one close
whispering a charm,
a gentle spell,
to soothe ruffled feathers
and slow wilful minds.
One by one
you offered them
for my examination
before raising each to the sky.
You sent them away
on wild beating wings
and, as I watched,
I saw the mid-day sun
pierce their tattered feathers
and knew that what they left me
was hope.

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A bit of dear old Pablo Neruda for loved-up Fell Poets everywhere ;):cool:

Love, We're Going Home Now


Love, we're going home now,
Where the vines clamber over the trellis:
Even before you, the summer will arrive,
On its honeysuckle feet, in your bedroom.

Our nomadic kisses wandered over all the world:
Armenia, dollop of disinterred honey:
Ceylon, green dove: and the YangTse with its old
Old patience, dividing the day from the night.

And now, dearest, we return, across the crackling sea
Like two blind birds to their wall,
To their nest in a distant spring:

Because love cannot always fly without resting,
Our lives return to the wall, to the rocks of the sea:
Our kisses head back home where they belong

ahhh...and then there was Neruda.:)

Great Response Hes. How about at sometime in the future have a duelling poets stand off like the rappers used to in old school days and all the other poets decide who wins. All for fun of course.

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Originally Posted by freckle

first draft


Gifts

I brought gifts, a dream,
above the edge of an escarpement,
unfathomable drop,
I felt the fear and the desire to fall.

Another dream, my naked torso,
huge cavernous omission where a stomach should have been,
the wind howling through.
After that I saw holes everywhere, and the drop,
some kind of pleasant vertigo followed.

At the theatre I gazed at the distance
between my seat and the stage
dizzied with the prospect of some magical falling,
not conceiving of decking out,
the unconscious illogical harness of certainty
held my risk taking mind.

Eventually the delectable fear of falling
could be resisted no longer,
and an unsuspecting catalyst
luminous hood in november rain,
unsure of the descent,
we peeled away, without realising
at each carapace.

And so began the journey,
crashing and banging
down a huge bamboo shoot
of possibilities,
I landed with a bump into uncertainty.
The chockstone unlodged, it got ugly,
I think...
I got ugly.
I wasn’t expecting that.

But now, after the machinations,
I catch glimpses,
here is the centre of myself,
a stillness forgotten.

Tonight my mother found some poems
written for her when I was a child
“you were always writing poems”,
I had forgotten completely,
it was a relief to remember.

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That's really champion Freckle, multi-gifted:) Thank you.

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Originally Posted by Derby Tup

A five day weekend
was planned in my living room
two hours ago!

:cool:

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Now that's an election vote winner :D:D:

Sorry to allude to the sordid topic of politics within the sanctuary of this thread.:o

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Originally Posted by Hes

Tis the truth my friend
but hearts can mend
when hope seems lost
and sadness the cost
along comes one
who's lies are none
who fears that you
are a liar too
together you find
that the world can be kind
there's one last chance
to dance the dance
to see the light
and put to right
all that was wrong
in your life's long song
and hope is found
on tentative gound.

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Now I really like that, both verse and sentiment. Good one Hes - thanks:)

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Originally Posted by Derby Tup

A bit of dear old Pablo Neruda for loved-up Fell Poets everywhere ;):cool:

Love, We're Going Home Now


Love, we're going home now,
Where the vines clamber over the trellis:
Even before you, the summer will arrive,
On its honeysuckle feet, in your bedroom.

Our nomadic kisses wandered over all the world:
Armenia, dollop of disinterred honey:
Ceylon, green dove: and the YangTse with its old
Old patience, dividing the day from the night.

And now, dearest, we return, across the crackling sea
Like two blind birds to their wall,
To their nest in a distant spring:

Because love cannot always fly without resting,
Our lives return to the wall, to the rocks of the sea:
Our kisses head back home where they belong

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Aw.............sigh....just what the doctor ordered thank you! glad to see folk back on here, stef hope you are OK and mossy good to have you back around again!...;)

thank the lawd for neruda!!!!!!!....

sigh.............................................. ................

Love Sonnet
Pablo Neruda

I do not love you as if you were a salt rose, or topaz
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
So I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

A weary old Tup with aching legs
Skipped Tuesday training and scoffed Easter eggs
After a long day at work
Hill run training he did shirk
To perch on his bum and drink beer from kegs

:o:o

My goodness. What a great day on the thread. There was Freckle worring about its demise and then she, Hes, and Heracles all come up with some absolutely fantastic lines. An absolute delight to read.

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Originally Posted by Derby Tup

A weary old Tup with aching legs
Skipped Tuesday training and scoffed Easter eggs
After a long day at work
Hill run training he did shirk
To perch on his bum and drink beer from kegs

:o:o

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Well, you can't be a top athlete all the time now can you?....there are far too many easter eggs round here too!

freckle grazes on chocie eggs
which I don't think her legs
will appreciate on gisborough moors!

i am sick of the sight of eggs and am going to persuade my gals to melt a few tomorrow roll them in rice crispies and top the little cakes with smarties, Mmmmm.....oh aye we are a healthy living lot!

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

My goodness. What a great day on the thread. There was Freckle worring about its demise and then she, Hes, and Heracles all come up with some absolutely fantastic lines. An absolute delight to read.

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Thems good genes
in the Howgill clan
first Paulo nutini there
then his brother the ol ham!

Oh I am naughty sometimes ;)

Hope yer good harry!

Wharfedale little owl
diminutive diurnal
long time favourite!

Passion dreams.

If only you could read my mind,
You would see how much you touch me,
I would be an open book if only you would ask,
It's all i can do to restrain myself,
To ply you with sonnets and soliloquies,
My nights are full of lucid dreams,
Your beautiful soul enchanting me,
I feel 18 again glad to be alive,
If only you knew.

By Herakles.

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Originally Posted by freckle

Thems good genes
in the Howgill clan
first Paulo nutini there
then his brother the ol ham!

Oh I am naughty sometimes ;)

Hope yer good harry!

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I'm doing just fine and dandy thanks. I've sadly got little time for much writing at the moment as I'm busy decorating. But I'm enjoying everyone's great poems.

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

I'm doing just fine and dandy thanks. I've sadly got little time for much writing at the moment as I'm busy decorating. But I'm enjoying everyone's great poems.

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Mmmm funny that you should mention decorating I have just been browsing the internet looking at self build houses, well a girl can dream?

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Originally Posted by Derby Tup

Wharfedale little owl
diminutive diurnal
long time favourite!

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That is the best middle line I think we've ever had.

Now where is my dictionary? :D

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Originally Posted by Herakles

Passion dreams.

If only you could read my mind,
You would see how much you touch me,
I would be an open book if only you would ask,
It's all i can do to restrain myself,
To ply you with sonnets and soliloquies,
My nights are full of lucid dreams,
Your beautiful soul enchanting me,
I feel 18 again glad to be alive,
If only you knew.

By Herakles.

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This is sweet, nice one herakles

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Originally Posted by freckle

Mmmm funny that you should mention decorating I have just been browsing the internet looking at self build houses, well a girl can dream?

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Do you mean like this. Not your style I know, but the concept is there...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8fWI-Q7R2EE

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

That is the best middle line I think we've ever had.

Now where is my dictionary? :D

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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chronotype

i am STILL confused, DT explain yersel!!!!!!!!

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

Do you mean like this. Not your style I know, but the concept is there...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8fWI-Q7R2EE

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thats soooooo funny!

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Originally Posted by freckle

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chronotype

i am STILL confused, DT explain yersel!!!!!!!!

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Sorry if it was a bit crytic :o Diurnal can mean awake in the day as well as night and little owls (which are only about the size of a jam jar :cool: ), are the least nocturnal of our common owls

By the way, I've had some interest from two more local papers about the Armitage gig, along with the guy who does the Guardian Country Diary. He was just as fascinated by the FPS mind you.

thanks DT thats made things clearer! lovely haiku as ever!

Here's a nice poem by Mary Oliver called Sleeping in the Forest, I really like her stuff....

I thought the earth remembered me,
she took me back so tenderly,
arranging her dark skirts,
her pocketsfull of lichens and seeds.

I slept as never before,
a stone on the river bed,
nothing between me and the white fire of the stars
but my thoughts, and they floated light as moths
among the branches of the perfect trees.

All night I heard the small kingdoms
breathing around me, the insects,
and the birds who do their work in the darkness.
All night I rose and fell, as if in water,
grappling with a luminous doom.

By morning
I had vanished at least a dozen times
into something better.

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

By the way, I've had some interest from two more local papers about the Armitage gig, along with the guy who does the Guardian Country Diary. He was just as fascinated by the FPS mind you.

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The Guardian Country Diary?.....Ooooooooooo

this springs to mind.....;)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eS44KtUh22g

(only joking, i am pathologically shy in real life!!!!!!!......honest!)

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Originally Posted by freckle

thanks DT thats made things clearer! lovely haiku as ever!

Here's a nice poem by Mary Oliver called Sleeping in the Forest, I really like her stuff....

I thought the earth remembered me,
she took me back so tenderly,
arranging her dark skirts,
her pocketsfull of lichens and seeds.

I slept as never before,
a stone on the river bed,
nothing between me and the white fire of the stars
but my thoughts, and they floated light as moths
among the branches of the perfect trees.

All night I heard the small kingdoms
breathing around me, the insects,
and the birds who do their work in the darkness.
All night I rose and fell, as if in water,
grappling with a luminous doom.

By morning
I had vanished at least a dozen times
into something better.

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Fantastic imagery.

Do you have a mad panic like I do when your formatting goes all to pot when you press submit? Trying to edit it quick before someone else quotes it? You made it! Just. :) And relax.