Today's poet

I'm going to Shanghai on Monday and won't be back until after Waltz / inaugural FPS meet :( I'm looking forward to hearing all about it though :cool:

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

Two weeks tomorrow and I spy five FPS runners entered for the Anniversary Waltz. It's getting exciting now. One more week of training then a quiet week beforehand me thinks. Good luck everyone.

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Well I hope you are all ready for the mighty frecks....

she's lean (kind of)
she mean (well not really like, bit of a softie)
she's a super dooper fell running machine (ahem)

scared....excited...scared....excited.....etc

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Originally Posted by freckle

Well I hope you are all ready for the mighty frecks....

she's lean (kind of)
she mean (well not really like, bit of a softie)
she's a super dooper fell running machine (ahem)

scared....excited...scared....excited.....etc

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You'll be fine! :) Set off steady and enjoy the day :cool:

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Originally Posted by Derby Tup

I'm going to Shanghai on Monday and won't be back until after Waltz / inaugural FPS meet :( I'm looking forward to hearing all about it though :cool:

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This is a crying shame in my opinion...i think you should either throw a sicky or call us from china!!! (if only to check if I am still breathing :eek:)

last words of ailing fell poetess
"I bequeath my pink hair clip
to mountain goatess,
my reggae collection
to the ol' hound
slyvia plath books to Mossy
and wait I just found...
the first draft of wrecking ball
I'll give that to dear Harry"
she whispered with her very last breath
Ever creative,
Hes produced
a very quick sketch,
"don't be sad",
cried out the novice so pale
"please honour me by drinking gallons of ale
beginning with S and ending in lifter
your woes will disappear
tho you might not feel fitter
goodbye dear friends,
it really was a blast
even though I wasn't too fast
I enjoyed the view
and especially Stolly's pictures
and even the odd
fell running fixture
give my regards to my marra
dear merrylegs
whilst you are polishing off
the rest of those kegs
Ask Herakles to write
some well constructed verse
as your ol pal Frecks
is carted off in that there herse!"



Oh dear...I do appear to have lost the plot tonight at the very mention of the anni!

:D very good freckle. Mossy would enjoy your Plath books I'm sure ;)

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Originally Posted by freckle

This is a crying shame in my opinion...i think you should either throw a sicky or call us from china!!! (if only to check if I am still breathing :eek:)

last words of ailing fell poetess
"I bequeath my pink hair clip
to mountain goatess,
my reggae collection
to the ol' hound
slyvia plath books to Mossy
and wait I just found...
the first draft of wrecking ball
I'll give that to dear Harry"
she whispered with her very last breath
Ever creative,
Hes produced
a very quick sketch,
"don't be sad",
cried out the novice so pale
"please honour me by drinking gallons of ale
beginning with S and ending in lifter
your woes will disappear
tho you might not feel fitter
goodbye dear friends,
it really was a blast
even though I wasn't too fast
I enjoyed the view
and especially Stolly's pictures
and even the odd
fell running fixture
give my regards to my marra
dear merrylegs
whilst you are polishing off
the rest of those kegs
Ask Herakles to write
some well constructed verse
as your ol pal Frecks
is carted off in that there herse!"



Oh dear...I do appear to have lost the plot tonight at the very mention of the anni!

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anyone want to rearrange this into a popular phrase? "Queen ! drama".

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Originally Posted by Old Whippet

anyone want to rearrange this into a popular phrase? "Queen ! drama".

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:D

Three things freckle

1. You'll get round

2. You probably won't be last

3. You'll have a great time and say why don't / can't I do this more often ;)

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Originally Posted by Derby Tup

:D

Three things freckle

1. You'll get round

2. You probably won't be last

3. You'll have a great time and say why don't / can't I do this more often ;)

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OW....A drama queen? me? "How very dare you" :D

I know I'll be OK I just get a little histrionic at times!

ps ol hound...how is the man flu? :-)

Woodcock heard roding
crepuscular, illusive
woodland resident

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Originally Posted by Derby Tup

Woodcock heard roding
crepuscular, illusive
woodland resident

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Lovely and great use of the word "crepusclar"

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Originally Posted by freckle

......great use of the word "crepusclar"

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I saw it in a bird book and had to look up what it meant :o:o

Bikesheds.

Furtive glances shared,
We giggle like children,
Hand in hand we rush,
To the bike sheds,
Just like when we were kids,
To steal a fag and a kiss,
Fumbling hands and i still can't,
Undo Bra straps,
Oh well some things never change,
I hope no one sees us,
Cause i don't know what i'd say,
With her in that position,
Better be quick then.

By Herakles

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Originally Posted by Derby Tup

I saw it in a bird book and had to look up what it meant :o:o

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Aye so did I!!!!

Well, I'm offski so night all.....:)

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Originally Posted by freckle

Aye so did I!!!!

Well, I'm offski so night all.....:)

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Goodnight freckle :)

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Originally Posted by Derby Tup

Woodcock heard roding
crepuscular, illusive
woodland resident

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Originally Posted by freckle

Lovely and great use of the word "crepusclar"

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I had to check out the word "roding"

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Roding is a display flight which the male travels above the woodland canopy calling repeatedly. The real purpose of the male roding behavior is to find or attract females with which to mate.

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Originally Posted by Derby Tup

I'm going to Shanghai on Monday and won't be back until after Waltz / inaugural FPS meet :( I'm looking forward to hearing all about it though :cool:

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What a shame DT. i'm sure we'll see you soon.

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Originally Posted by freckle

This is a crying shame in my opinion...i think you should either throw a sicky or call us from china!!! (if only to check if I am still breathing :eek:)

last words of ailing fell poetess
"I bequeath my pink hair clip
to mountain goatess,
my reggae collection
to the ol' hound
slyvia plath books to Mossy
and wait I just found...
the first draft of wrecking ball
I'll give that to dear Harry"
she whispered with her very last breath
Ever creative,
Hes produced
a very quick sketch,
"don't be sad",
cried out the novice so pale
"please honour me by drinking gallons of ale
beginning with S and ending in lifter
your woes will disappear
tho you might not feel fitter
goodbye dear friends,
it really was a blast
even though I wasn't too fast
I enjoyed the view
and especially Stolly's pictures
and even the odd
fell running fixture
give my regards to my marra
dear merrylegs
whilst you are polishing off
the rest of those kegs
Ask Herakles to write
some well constructed verse
as your ol pal Frecks
is carted off in that there herse!"



Oh dear...I do appear to have lost the plot tonight at the very mention of the anni!

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That's wonderful Freckle. Sorry for spoiling your relaxing night with talk of the AW. Like DT says, you'll be fine, will actually enjoy it, and will want to be back for more.

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Originally Posted by Old Whippet

anyone want to rearrange this into a popular phrase? "Queen ! drama".

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ha ha :D

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Originally Posted by Derby Tup

Woodcock heard roding
crepuscular, illusive
woodland resident

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You must be some way through the Boy's Book of Woodland Birds now with your haiku. :) Keep them coming oh haiku master.

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

That's wonderful Freckle. Sorry for spoiling your relaxing night with talk of the AW. Like DT says, you'll be fine, will actually enjoy it, and will want to be back for more.

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don't be daft howgill yu didn't spoil it, you know me, just like to let my imagination go a bit wild now and then! :D

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Originally Posted by freckle

don't be daft howgill yu didn't spoil it, you know me, just like to let my imagination go a bit wild now and then! :D

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Imagination:
Wander wildly, yes. Just don't
forget to come back.

:)

Top of the morning to you all...

For those of you grafting
give yourself a pat on the back ;)

For those of you "frolicking"
in the peat bogs of the north

I send you hopes for an excellent trot!

Meanwhile, a day of top pottering awaits
Hope to get back on later
(but not too late)

Here's a nice one by Robert Frost.....

Reluctance

Out through the fields and the woods
And over the walls I have wended;
I have climbed the hills of view
And looked at the world, and descended;
I have come by the highway home,
And lo, it is ended.

The leaves are all dead on the ground,
Save those that the oak is keeping
To ravel them one by one
And let them go scraping and creeping
Out over the crusted snow,
When others are sleeping.

And the dead leaves lie huddled and still,
No longer blown hither and thither;
The last lone aster is gone;
The flowers of the witch-hazel wither;
The heart is still aching to seek,
But the feet question 'Whither?'

Ah, when to the heart of man
Was it ever less than a treason
To go with the drift of things,
To yield with a grace to reason,
And bow and accept the end
Of a love or a season?



I love the word wended, going to try and fit in some top quality wending in today!

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

Imagination:
Wander wildly, yes. Just don't
forget to come back.

:)

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He he, nice one Harry, I'll remember that...

I can't believe that little ol me is getting labelled as a queen of drama...i mean.....

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Here's a better drama queen pic for you freckle :D

http://img31.imageshack.us/img31/7672/dramaqueen11.jpg

What a wonderful poem to read at the top of a hill. (A "hill of view" of course.) One for Armitage day I feel. :)

May your wendings be wonderous.

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Originally Posted by freckle

Top of the morning to you all...

For those of you grafting
give yourself a pat on the back ;)

For those of you "frolicking"
in the peat bogs of the north

I send you hopes for an excellent trot!

Meanwhile, a day of top pottering awaits
Hope to get back on later
(but not too late)

Here's a nice one by Robert Frost.....

Reluctance

Out through the fields and the woods
And over the walls I have wended;
I have climbed the hills of view
And looked at the world, and descended;
I have come by the highway home,
And lo, it is ended.

The leaves are all dead on the ground,
Save those that the oak is keeping
To ravel them one by one
And let them go scraping and creeping
Out over the crusted snow,
When others are sleeping.

And the dead leaves lie huddled and still,
No longer blown hither and thither;
The last lone aster is gone;
The flowers of the witch-hazel wither;
The heart is still aching to seek,
But the feet question 'Whither?'

Ah, when to the heart of man
Was it ever less than a treason
To go with the drift of things,
To yield with a grace to reason,
And bow and accept the end
Of a love or a season?



I love the word wended, going to try and fit in some top quality wending in today!

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Originally Posted by freckle

He he, nice one Harry, I'll remember that...

I can't believe that little ol me is getting labelled as a queen of drama...i mean.....

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What a fantastic picture. That is your best photo yet!

Did I spy one? Or
did the flash of wings decieve?
Little Ringed Plover?

off to Borrowdale
Lake, Ridge and Wainwright beckons
have fun Fell Poets!

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Originally Posted by Derby Tup

off to Borrowdale
Lake, Ridge and Wainwright beckons
have fun Fell Poets!

:cool:

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Enjoy...........oops, i mean av a good un:o;)

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Originally Posted by Stolly

Here's a better drama queen pic for you freckle :D

http://img31.imageshack.us/img31/7672/dramaqueen11.jpg

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He he!

Ceres, most bounteous lady, thy rich leas
Of wheat, rye, barley, fetches, oats, and pease;
Thy turfy mountains, where live nibbling sheep,
And flat meads thatched with stover, them to keep;
Thy banks with pioned and twilled brims,
Which spongy April at thy hest betrims
To make cold nymphs chaste crowns; and thy broom groves,
Whose shadow the dismissed bachelor loves,
Being lasslorn; thy pole-clipt vineyard;
And thy sea-marge, sterile and rocky-hard,
Where thou thyself dost air--the queen o' th' sky,
Whose wat-ry arch and messenger am I,
Bids thee leave these, and with her sovereign grace,
Here on this grass-plot, in this very place,
To come and sport: her peacocks fly amain.
Approach, rich Ceres, her to entertain.

~William Shakespeare, The Tempest (Iris at IV, i)~

To go with the above.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g_8GebaFTFk

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

Ceres, most bounteous lady, thy rich leas
Of wheat, rye, barley, fetches, oats, and pease;
Thy turfy mountains, where live nibbling sheep,
And flat meads thatched with stover, them to keep;
Thy banks with pioned and twilled brims,
Which spongy April at thy hest betrims
To make cold nymphs chaste crowns; and thy broom groves,
Whose shadow the dismissed bachelor loves,
Being lasslorn; thy pole-clipt vineyard;
And thy sea-marge, sterile and rocky-hard,
Where thou thyself dost air--the queen o' th' sky,
Whose wat-ry arch and messenger am I,
Bids thee leave these, and with her sovereign grace,
Here on this grass-plot, in this very place,
To come and sport: her peacocks fly amain.
Approach, rich Ceres, her to entertain.

~William Shakespeare, The Tempest (Iris at IV, i)~

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I have to confess Harry that I am not familiar with this play, however I really liked this excerpt with its sensous and fecund undertones!.......very saturday night....and the music was alright as well! :D

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Originally Posted by freckle

I have to confess Harry that I am not familiar with this play, however I really liked this excerpt with its sensous and fecund undertones!.......very saturday night....and the music was alright as well! :D

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I like the idea of Shakespeare writing the line about where the nibbling sheep live. :)

I need inspiration for tomorrows race so I turned back the clock a bit to this corker of a poem by Mossy....reads even better second time around!....:)

i particularly like the metronome line and will carry that one in my head tomorrow I think!

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Originally Posted by Mossdog

A Howgill Run

Bowderdale farmsteads,
hushed by grey, clamouring mist,
stare sullen, as a neighbour's scorn.
Baleful hounds raise alarm -
an interloper,
uninvited, synthetic,
antithesis to this world of flax, wool,
the earth and solitary secrets.

Laces tightened, straps pulled, watch glanced,
The Ritual begins.
Final check, and head for West Fell,
dirty snow prised of it's grip,
a gravel spewed trench,
an Eton mess of peat, soil, sheep piss.

Trudge forward,
seeking the metronome of pace-pulse,
an inner equilibrium of effort.
Predictably, doubts descend,
as winter midges,
sirens of despondency;
but I know better,
cultivated refusal to relent,
fuelled, at first, by petite conceits,

The squelch of sodden fell,
steeper ground,
the taunting begins,
the first skirmish with pain.
Yet, entranced by strands of yellowed grass,
a twist of peat,
a subtle shift!
That loosening of identity,
no longer runner,
an impress on the air,
an exhalation of warm, moist breath,
a studded imprint,
allowing the Moment to pull forward.

The Calf, unsuckled, rears,
mist shrouded, then passes;
and the Moment surges onwards,
shedding identity,
a fragmented wake,
black as minums,
singing the efflorescence of spirit
a quiet unity, achieved at last!

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off for some z's......

the waking
theodore roethke


I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.

We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

Of those so close behind me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.

Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how?
The lonely worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me; so take the lively air;
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.

This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.

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Originally Posted by freckle

I need inspiration for tomorrows race so I turned back the clock a bit to this corker of a poem by Mossy....reads even better second time around!....:)

i particularly like the metronome line and will carry that one in my head tomorrow I think!

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Good luck to all the Fell Poets racing tomorrow.

a poem about 2 chaps I encountered (AGAIN AND AGAIN) on the Allendale Challenge today.

Pete Bogs – we’ve met before.
2 years ago to be precise.
You didn’t impress me then
And you dont now.
With your gaping maw,
Bottomles gut
And appetite for runners.
Get out of the way
Sapper of strength and spirit
But first give me back my mudclaw
Motherf*****.

Pete Hags. As ugly a your name suggests.
A glutinous roller-coaster
‘Undulating’ would make you sound benign
And you’re not.
Also known as Pete Groughs
Another ugly name.
Well deserved

Calypso.

You had been crying,
He'd left you,
Laying in bed your eyes puffy,
Too much wine had passed your lips,
Come and lay next to me,
Stay the night,
Just be with me,
I couldn't i didn't want to spoil our friendship,
Calming you saying you'd be ok,
I left,
In truth i hadn't the courage,
To lie next to you feel the warmth,
Of your soft sensuous skin next to me,
I can't think of anything i want more,
The regret will stay with me all my life,
As i love you as much today as i did then,
Wanting more than ever for the chance to arise,
So i don't make the same mistake again,
And miss being so close to you.

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Originally Posted by Old Whippet

a poem about 2 chaps I encountered (AGAIN AND AGAIN) on the Allendale Challenge today.

Pete Bogs – we’ve met before.
2 years ago to be precise.
You didn’t impress me then
And you dont now.
With your gaping maw,
Bottomles gut
And appetite for runners.
Get out of the way
Sapper of strength and spirit
But first give me back my mudclaw
Motherf*****.

Pete Hags. As ugly a your name suggests.
A glutinous roller-coaster
‘Undulating’ would make you sound benign
And you’re not.
Also known as Pete Groughs
Another ugly name.
Well deserved

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This is great OW! Gets me all inspired for tomorrow and Gisborough Moors...although I think the clartiness may be lacking after today's fine weather. Hope you enjoyed your run.