Today's poet

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Originally Posted by Mossdog

Now HHH your just being mischievous and irreverent (again!) :D

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You know me too well. ;)

I first thought you said "irrelevant". But that is true too. :)

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Originally Posted by Mossdog

Gosh, this is delicious Frecks....where do you find these? Keep them coming please. :):)

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Glad you liked it Mossy it was from a bool called "Staying Alive" an anthology...

Hey Stevie's back! welcome back Stevie some lovely choices from you today....

I am struggling to keep up tonight...feeling very tired after "racing" yesterday, but lots of nice memories to look back on...our Hes did very well! and scored with two bottles of red wine (i suspect that is why she is quiet!!!!!!!)

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

Teasing Ringed Plover
It was you I spotted on
Friday. Welcome back.

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THis is so sweet Harry, lovely!

Anyhow whats all this about a hard run? has your heel fattened up now? and if so what's the magic secret to a fat heel but a slim belly?....don't tell me if it involves getting rid of snecklifter !:mad:

Oh I do like a bit of Mary Oliver now and then.....

Spring

Somewhere
a black bear
has just risen from sleep
and is staring
�
down the mountain.
All night
in the brisk and shallow restlessness
of early spring
�
I think of her,
her four black fists
flicking the gravel,
her tongue
�
like a red fire
touching the grass,
the cold water.
There is only one question:
�
how to love this world.
I think of her
rising
like a black and leafy ledge
�
to sharpen her claws against
the silence
of the trees.
Whatever else
�
my life is
with its poems
and its music
and its glass cities,
�
it is also this dazzling darkness
coming
down the mountain,
breathing and tasting;
�
all day I think of her -—
her white teeth,
her wordlessness,
her perfect love.

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Originally Posted by freckle

Oh I do like a bit of Mary Oliver now and then.....

Spring

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Somewhere
a black bear
has just risen from sleep
and is staring
�
down the mountain.
All night
in the brisk and shallow restlessness
of early spring
�
I think of her,
her four black fists
flicking the gravel,
her tongue
�
like a red fire
touching the grass,
the cold water.
There is only one question:
�

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Where's my Snecklifter:D

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Originally Posted by Stevie

Hello again, it's been a while since I was last here, and there are some names I don't even recognise.

Anyway, since spring is upon us, and everything is good, a quick attempt at a couple of verses.

Spring in my step, daylight running!
Snowdrops, crocus, primrose, daffodils
Banishing the long long winter at last.
Soon bluebells. I have been reborn.

But wait, look in the shade there -
Nettles waiting to rise and strike.
Soon bracken will unfurl noxious ferns,
Cow parsley rising again to crowd the path.

Tangling bramble and dog mercury in the forest.
Crops rising in fields to scratch my legs.
Picnickers spoiling the peace and quiet.
Oh I can't wait for Autumn...

I don't really mean it! It's just that sooner or later, in mid summer, probably when it's raining and the nettles are drooping across the paths and stinging hard, I just long for the empty landscape of winter. Terrible really, to wish my life away like that. But spring is great, and it's also good to catch up with what's happening on the poetry forum.

Steve

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I need to pay more attention today! just noticed you wrote this! I like it very much and I think it reveals the plath within you! :):D

Good Morning, It Is Spring


It's brisk enough to make me glad I brought a jacket,
But warmer than it has been.
A piece of my head I lost
Found it's way back home again.
Breathing in slowly is a pleasant feeling,
As my chest rises and falls.
I no longer wonder whether the past influences the future,
Or the future influences the past.
Time bends itself to do all.
And while this lofty concept distresses me to think upon it,
I am at peace not understanding this greater truth.
I feel somewhat more grounded,
My thoughts are less aloof.
No more am I dependent on conventional thought,
And while it used to conceive an inner duplicity
(That with itself once fought) ,
No more do I writhe with cold sweat or twitch with nerves.
I've found that self-realization precedes self-actualization,
And is the essence of what I've learned.

Benjamin Feliciano

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Originally Posted by merrylegs

Where's my Snecklifter:D

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does that mean that you have indeed perfected the fine art merry? or worked out the elusive calculation....

If X= optimal weight and Y= sneckliftering and F= fell running, complete the following equation......

(Y x 5) + (F x 10) = X

what mileage should F be overall?

think I should go to bed now.........OVERTIRED.......

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Originally Posted by freckle

does that mean that you have indeed perfected the fine art merry? or worked out the elusive calculation....

If X= optimal weight and Y= sneckliftering and F= fell running, complete the following equation......

(Y x 5) + (F x 10) = X

what mileage should F be overall?

think I should go to bed now.........OVERTIRED.......

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(Y x 5) before (F x 10) would result in X's for eyes which would equal 0 mileage or F all:eek::D

Alzebra was never my strongpoint:o
Goodnight freckle;)

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Originally Posted by merrylegs

Alzebra was never my strongpoint:o
Goodnight freckle;)

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aye...nor mine!!!!!!!!!
night merry!;)

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Originally Posted by freckle

Glad you liked it Mossy it was from a bool called "Staying Alive" an anthology...

Hey Stevie's back! welcome back Stevie some lovely choices from you today....

I am struggling to keep up tonight...feeling very tired after "racing" yesterday, but lots of nice memories to look back on...our Hes did very well! and scored with two bottles of red wine (i suspect that is why she is quiet!!!!!!!)

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Hi there Freckle, it was brilliant to see you. I haven't actually cracked open the wine yet as I was too knackered and had to sleep! It was tough one wasn't it but so nice to finally meet you. It is great to see Stevie back here. I've been such a stranger to the thread lately but I am planning on a comeback!:)

Gisborough Moors

over gorse clad moors
below the open blue sky
two fell poets ran

woken by sunlight
to be lost in those grey eyes
a lone curlew cries

Alicante

An orange on the table
Your dress on the rug
And you in my bed
Sweet present of the present
Cool of the night
Warmth of my life.

Jacques Prevert

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Originally Posted by freckle

THis is so sweet Harry, lovely!

Anyhow whats all this about a hard run? has your heel fattened up now? and if so what's the magic secret to a fat heel but a slim belly?....don't tell me if it involves getting rid of snecklifter !:mad:

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It is getting too near the AW to not start running again, so I'm giving it a go. Now whether I'll end up in a big heap with an injured foot again I don't know. We will see.

There hasn't been a complete elimination of booze you'll be pleased to hear though. I just cut down at breakfast that is all!

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Originally Posted by merrylegs

(Y x 5) before (F x 10) would result in X's for eyes which would equal 0 mileage or F all:eek::D

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Funny stuff from you and Freckle there. :D

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Originally Posted by freckle

Oh I do like a bit of Mary Oliver now and then.....

Spring

Somewhere
a black bear
has just risen from sleep
and is staring
�
down the mountain.
All night
in the brisk and shallow restlessness
of early spring
�
I think of her,
her four black fists
flicking the gravel,
her tongue
�
like a red fire
touching the grass,
the cold water.
There is only one question:
�
how to love this world.
I think of her
rising
like a black and leafy ledge
�
to sharpen her claws against
the silence
of the trees.
Whatever else
�
my life is
with its poems
and its music
and its glass cities,
�
it is also this dazzling darkness
coming
down the mountain,
breathing and tasting;
�
all day I think of her -—
her white teeth,
her wordlessness,
her perfect love.

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Nice one Freckle, I love the kind of poem that makes me sit back and ask myself what life is really all about - it's easy to get so caught up in all the minutiae of daily life, trying to achieve material things, that you lose sight of the big picture. The idea that life can also be about recognising and appreciating beauty in various forms is fantastic. This is that kind of poem. Thanks :)

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Originally Posted by merrylegs

Good Morning, It Is Spring


It's brisk enough to make me glad I brought a jacket,
But warmer than it has been.

...

I've found that self-realization precedes self-actualization,
And is the essence of what I've learned.

Benjamin Feliciano

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Merry it's nice the way the poem moves from Spring temperatures to thoughts about self-actualisation. I think self-realisation is the hard bit - most people never find it, and some only find it by accident. Does fell running help us find out who we really are? I think yes, by putting myself in extreme situations I discover a bit more about myself.

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Originally Posted by Hes

Gisborough Moors

over gorse clad moors
below the open blue sky
two fell poets ran

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AW this is lovely...it was brilliant to see you Hes and you ran so well, exxcellent stuff!...I am still sufferring now!

I have woken to some lovely choices again here, hope to be back later :)

ps Harry you have inspired me to cut down on morning sneckliftering! have a good day all
x

The mindfulness of being
out on my bike
early morning
a chill in the air
cools my skin
the sun
low in the sky
my eyes squint
my legs turn the pedals
cadence low
power high
my breath calm
my heart light

A perfect state of being
a smell of spring
wild daffodils
in the fields
anemones
in the hedgerows
primroses
colour the verges pale yellow
my legs turn the pedals
cadence low
power high
my breath calm
my heart light

The lightness of being
my hands are cold
from the breeze
the speed
lambs
in the fields
red kite
soaring high
my legs turn the pedals
cadence low
power high
my breath calm
my heart light

There's a well known poetic challenge
to find something that rhymes with orange.

Well, now that challenge is over
It's a bl**dy great lump called The Blorenge.








and I hate it!

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Originally Posted by Wheeze

There's a well known poetic challenge
to find something that rhymes with orange.

Well, now that challenge is over
It's a bl**dy great lump called The Blorenge.








and I hate it!

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LOL Wheeze :)

Want to go for a nice bikeride some day soon?

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Originally Posted by Wheeze

There's a well known poetic challenge
to find something that rhymes with orange.

Well, now that challenge is over
It's a bl**dy great lump called The Blorenge.

and I hate it!

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Oh, has the Llanbedr to Blaenavon race just taken place by any chance? :D

Ran last year and didn't mind the Blorenge, maybe I just wasn't trying hard enough earlier on...

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Originally Posted by Hanneke

The mindfulness of being
out on my bike
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Nice Hanneke. I can just picture the high Black Mountains ridges in pale morning sunlight, and all the things you mention.

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Originally Posted by Hanneke

The mindfulness of being
out on my bike
early morning
a chill in the air
cools my skin
the sun
low in the sky
my eyes squint
my legs turn the pedals
cadence low
power high
my breath calm
my heart light

A perfect state of being
a smell of spring
wild daffodils
in the fields
anemones
in the hedgerows
primroses
colour the verges pale yellow
my legs turn the pedals
cadence low
power high
my breath calm
my heart light

The lightness of being
my hands are cold
from the breeze
the speed
lambs
in the fields
red kite
soaring high
my legs turn the pedals
cadence low
power high
my breath calm
my heart light

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This is really beautiful Hanneke, it was so nice to read it whilst sitting having lunch in my office, you convey a real sense of weightlessness with the poem which is very evocative and transported me elsewhere! :) thanks for posting :)

Just catching up with the thread, some good poems both home-made and ready-made.

Interesting about the Simon Armitage walk and gigs. Well done to the folks arranging Dufton! Shame I can't be there but I will try and get to Hebden Bridge on the 23rd, will be on my way to the Lakes for a weeks holiday.

Fantastic to see poetry from the thread published in the fellrunner. HHH (was it?) had a tough editing task. I consider myself honoured to have got something in.

I see there has been some re-branding going on! What I thought were new names were actually old ones with new brand. Hmmm, what should I choose for myself, even if I could work out how to do it...

Thanks guys... Not been on here for a bit, stresses of life were taking over, not enough quiet to write and read poetry. I hope I am back now :)

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Originally Posted by Wheeze

There's a well known poetic challenge
to find something that rhymes with orange.

Well, now that challenge is over
It's a bl**dy great lump called The Blorenge.

and I hate it!

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Wheeze you seem to have inspired me to attempt a Blorenge poem:

Facing the Sugar Loaf, backing the Coity,
The grand and magnificent, not to say moighty,
Blorenge hill with its steepening face,
Defies all-comers in the fell running race.

They've already scaled the pretty Crug Mawr,
and dropped to the river and climbed some more,
Over the Sugar Loaf down to the Usk,
Through Abergavenny and its urban musk.

Climbing up under the Brecon canal,
Easy going in the Blorenge locale!
But the higher they go the steeper it tilts,
Til quads are burning and spirit wilts.

Over the top they can barely run,
Though supporters cheer and the race is near done.
Their oxygen low and lactic high,
The runners curse Blorenge and want to die.

Some tricky rhymes in this short little verse,
But then you know it could be worse,
When late at night and after some wine,
Avoid putting orange at the end of the line!

Stevie

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Originally Posted by Stevie

Wheeze you seem to have inspired me to attempt a Blorenge poem:

Facing the Sugar Loaf, backing the Coity,
The grand and magnificent, not to say moighty,
Blorenge hill with its steepening face,
Defies all-comers in the fell running race.

They've already scaled the pretty Crug Mawr,
and dropped to the river and climbed some more,
Over the Sugar Loaf down to the Usk,
Through Abergavenny and its urban musk.

Climbing up under the Brecon canal,
Easy going in the Blorenge locale!
But the higher they go the steeper it tilts,
Til quads are burning and spirit wilts.

Over the top they can barely run,
Though supporters cheer and the race is near done.
Their oxygen low and lactic high,
The runners curse Blorenge and want to die.

Some tricky rhymes in this short little verse,
But then you know it could be worse,
When late at night and after some wine,
Avoid putting orange at the end of the line!

Stevie

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LOL, that's cool Stevie :)

Its really good to see you both back on the thread and writing some great stuff Hanneke and Stevie!

I liked this:

Poem About Your Laugh

When you laugh it is all the unsynchronized clocks
in the watchmaker's shop
striking their dissident hours.
It is six blind kittens having the nipples plucked
from their mouths.
It is the ecstatic susurrus of prayer wheels.

When you laugh innumerable
pine trees shed their needles at once on one side
of the forest, indefinably altering the ecosystem.
A thousand miles away
two sharks lose their taste for blood,
mate, start a new species.

When you laugh your mouth
is the Mammoth Cave in Kentucky
and I can curl up there among the bats
intercepting their sonar.
Oh, your mouth is a diver's bell;
it takes me down untold fathoms.

And when you laugh, old dogs limp
to new patches of sunlight
which they bury for later, knowing something
about need.

Susan Glickman

Just to run a haiku:-

stones and rock
is fine by me
got them on my mp3


ps- therollingstonesabiggerbang

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Originally Posted by freckle

have a fab time stef and looking forward to the poetic results! x

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Had a fantastic weekend at the Highlander. I just wish I was fitter; much more training required. I think I've come down with man flu :(

Sunshine bathed Gairloch
rocky summits turquoise lochs
mountain plethora

That's fabulous. We've definitely been short of cycling poetry on this thread. This makes up for that.

I'm all high cadence / low power in the early mornings. Thank goodness for granny-gears. :)

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Originally Posted by Hanneke

The mindfulness of being
out on my bike
early morning
a chill in the air
cools my skin
the sun
low in the sky
my eyes squint
my legs turn the pedals
cadence low
power high
my breath calm
my heart light

A perfect state of being
a smell of spring
wild daffodils
in the fields
anemones
in the hedgerows
primroses
colour the verges pale yellow
my legs turn the pedals
cadence low
power high
my breath calm
my heart light

The lightness of being
my hands are cold
from the breeze
the speed
lambs
in the fields
red kite
soaring high
my legs turn the pedals
cadence low
power high
my breath calm
my heart light

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Nice to see you back Stevie. Shame you can't get to Dufton, but hopefully you'll get chance to see Simon Armitage somewhere else.

If you feel like a rebrand, just pm Brett.

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Originally Posted by Stevie

Just catching up with the thread, some good poems both home-made and ready-made.

Interesting about the Simon Armitage walk and gigs. Well done to the folks arranging Dufton! Shame I can't be there but I will try and get to Hebden Bridge on the 23rd, will be on my way to the Lakes for a weeks holiday.

Fantastic to see poetry from the thread published in the fellrunner. HHH (was it?) had a tough editing task. I consider myself honoured to have got something in.

I see there has been some re-branding going on! What I thought were new names were actually old ones with new brand. Hmmm, what should I choose for myself, even if I could work out how to do it...

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hello peeps not been on much recently, started a new job

the last poem if you can call it that didn't appear how i intended it too. I wanted to give the impression of layers with sentence construction, anyway Frecks near enough interpretation memories blurr and wesometimes only remember the crucial or skeletal facts some of it is lost and some remains as a mulch. some good stuff from yourself and HES RECENTLY.

Doodles

In the corners of the page
and spaces
saved for premonitions
are treble clefs because
I like the continuity
of the shape.
In the upper margins
are ammonites
some flat and
some three dimensional
like a pallette of ideas

Good one Woodlander

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Originally Posted by woodlander

Just to run a haiku:-

stones and rock
is fine by me
got them on my mp3


ps- therollingstonesabiggerbang

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

That's fabulous. We've definitely been short of cycling poetry on this thread. This makes up for that.

I'm all high cadence / low power in the early mornings. Thank goodness for granny-gears. :)

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HHH, I was TT training that morning... hence the low cadence/high power... I'd normally go for high cadence/low pwer early in the morning, but I admit, on that particualr ride I was feeling very strong and light... When you move the bike like that, it is poetry in motion :) It resulted in a 50 second pb a couple of days later, in my race :)

Maybe I should write a poem about the TT too, just for the fun of it... It was along a dual carriageway, now there is a challenge! :)

Highlander 2010

Golden Eagle busies herself nest building
wary of fell runners and orienteers
invading her perfect territory
for a weekend of blood sweat and beers

Soaring over rocky heights
shyly she goes about her duty
whilst below we navigate the tricky terrain
revelling in the highland beauty

Thanks to Henry and the team
for putting on this fantastic array
I will be back next year for sure
wild eagles wouldn't keep me away!

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Originally Posted by Stef F

Highlander 2010

Golden Eagle busies herself nest building
wary of fell runners and orienteers
invading her perfect territory
for a weekend of blood sweat and beers

Soaring over rocky heights
shyly she goes about her duty
whilst below we navigate the tricky terrain
revelling in the highland beauty

Thanks to Henry and the team
for putting on this fantastic array
I will be back next year for sure
wild eagles wouldn't keep me away!

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Did you see the golden eagle Stef F? I like your Highlander poem anyway.

I spent some time in the Gairloch area a few years ago walking and running. Saw a Brocken spectre on one of the hills.

Mist on Beinn an Eoin
Weak sun haloes my shadow
With Brocken Spectre


Then crossing between Beinn an Eoin and Baosbheinn:

Miles away with spectre thoughts,
As I descend towards the loch,
Scraping skin on granite rock,
I fail to spot the deer.

He also fails to notice me:
Out of the sunrise I appear.
We see each other, very near,
Who is more surprised!?