Today's poet

I may not be referring to the goddess it may just fit the situation. All the calypso collection are about a real person.

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Originally Posted by freckle

Mmmmm calypso was a greek mythology type person was she not?
you could have a whole book on this particular story :)

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'Calypso is remembered most for her role in Homer's Odyssey, in which she imprisons the fabled Greek hero Odysseus on her island in order to make him her immortal husband. Calypso kept Odysseus hostage at Ogygia for seven years. Odysseus, however, wants to return home to his beloved wife Penelope. His patron goddess Athena asks Zeus to order the release of Odysseus from the island, and Zeus sends Hermes to tell Calypso to set Odysseus free'

Herakles trapped
By the love struck Calypso
prisoner be freed

Calypso's Purity.

Will i have my seven years,
Would i swap it for a lifetime,
To feel what it is to be truly happy,
The love of a goddess,
Purity of spirit and flesh,
A decision must be made,
It has taken two decades,
To reach this point,
Am i strong enough,
To become an island,
Calypso's call is strong,
Can this be right.

By Herakles.

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Originally Posted by Herakles

Calypso's Purity.

Will i have my seven years,
Would i swap it for a lifetime,
To feel what it is to be truly happy,
The love of a goddess,
Purity of spirit and flesh,
A decision must be made,
It has taken two decades,
To reach this point,
Am i strong enough,
To become an island,
Calypso's call is strong,
Can this be right.

By Herakles.

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Nice one Herk, but I hope you're not about to do anything that you might regret my friend.

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Originally Posted by Mossdog

Go for it Stef and what a delight to read your lines.

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I almost missed this; thanks Mossdog :)

No Glad in this Gladiator.

I have spent my life in a maelstrom,
Intense feelings faced death a dozen times,
Can i ever be sure that my mind is my own,
The medication having blurred the lines,
Of my existence,
To swing from being out of focus,
Whilst going back to taunt hades time and again,
I can never be sure it's me,
Never certain that i am of sound mind,
I look to olympus for answers,
None are forthcoming.

By Herakles.

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Originally Posted by Herakles

No Glad in this Gladiator.

I have spent my life in a maelstrom,
Intense feelings faced death a dozen times,
Can i ever be sure that my mind is my own,
The medication having blurred the lines,
Of my existence,
To swing from being out of focus,
Whilst going back to taunt hades time and again,
I can never be sure it's me,
Never certain that i am of sound mind,
I look to olympus for answers,
None are forthcoming.

By Herakles.

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Hey keep your chin up, in between the confusion and despair are happy and special moments. So go ahead and dream of your Calypso and enjoy the ride when you can ;)

Thanks Stef.

Calypso's Voice.

Calypso's voice it guides my heart,
The goddess opens her gates lets me in,
Pure unbridled physicality,
We enter the heavens,
Never to come down,
Eternally bonded.

By Herakles.

This is something like the poem I was writing in my head on this morning's run, inspired by the empty sky. Obviously I hope that Derby Tup's travel plans are not disrupted, even so. And I hope the last line isn't too corny.

An upturned empty bowl -
the sky, would ring clear
if you could only reach and strike
it. Echoes only to the sound
of birds and distant traffic.

Virgin blue is mirrored
in the water-filled quarry
still as sheet of glass.
I hardly dare breathe.
No aircraft dotting it
like flies in the ointment.
No airborne parasites crawling
across its perfect face
or scarring it with vapour trails.

No whine as low level jets slice
the sky over the hills
on the Luton approach.

The sun hauls itself lazily
over the trees of Ashridge -
no alarm call this morning
Go easy, jets, wait another day.

Stevie

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Originally Posted by Stevie

This is something like the poem I was writing in my head on this morning's run, inspired by the empty sky. Obviously I hope that Derby Tup's travel plans are not disrupted, even so. And I hope the last line isn't too corny.

An upturned empty bowl -
the sky, would ring clear
if you could only reach and strike
it. Echoes only to the sound
of birds and distant traffic.

Virgin blue is mirrored
in the water-filled quarry
still as sheet of glass.
I hardly dare breathe.
No aircraft dotting it
like flies in the ointment.
No airborne parasites crawling
across its perfect face
or scarring it with vapour trails.

No whine as low level jets slice
the sky over the hills
on the Luton approach.

The sun hauls itself lazily
over the trees of Ashridge -
no alarm call this morning
Go easy, jets, wait another day.

Stevie

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Oh Stevie, this is just beautiful. I don't think the last line is corny, just gently witty.

In answer to HHH...its official, the swallows have reached Masham! It was all hearsay until I saw the swoop of one against the blue sky just moments ago.

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Originally Posted by Stevie

This is something like the poem I was writing in my head on this morning's run, inspired by the empty sky. Obviously I hope that Derby Tup's travel plans are not disrupted, even so. And I hope the last line isn't too corny.

An upturned empty bowl -
the sky, would ring clear
if you could only reach and strike
it. Echoes only to the sound
of birds and distant traffic.

Virgin blue is mirrored
in the water-filled quarry
still as sheet of glass.
I hardly dare breathe.
No aircraft dotting it
like flies in the ointment.
No airborne parasites crawling
across its perfect face
or scarring it with vapour trails.

No whine as low level jets slice
the sky over the hills
on the Luton approach.

The sun hauls itself lazily
over the trees of Ashridge -
no alarm call this morning
Go easy, jets, wait another day.

Stevie

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I really like this Stevie especially the opening line!

Driving neath a sundappled sky
Listening to Desmond Dekker
Bit of heaven amidst the humdrum

i can't do haiku its official

I like the last line and definately don't think it is too corny. :)

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Originally Posted by Stevie

This is something like the poem I was writing in my head on this morning's run, inspired by the empty sky. Obviously I hope that Derby Tup's travel plans are not disrupted, even so. And I hope the last line isn't too corny.

An upturned empty bowl -
the sky, would ring clear
if you could only reach and strike
it. Echoes only to the sound
of birds and distant traffic.

Virgin blue is mirrored
in the water-filled quarry
still as sheet of glass.
I hardly dare breathe.
No aircraft dotting it
like flies in the ointment.
No airborne parasites crawling
across its perfect face
or scarring it with vapour trails.

No whine as low level jets slice
the sky over the hills
on the Luton approach.

The sun hauls itself lazily
over the trees of Ashridge -
no alarm call this morning
Go easy, jets, wait another day.

Stevie

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Originally Posted by Hes

In answer to HHH...its official, the swallows have reached Masham! It was all hearsay until I saw the swoop of one against the blue sky just moments ago.

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Excellent. There must be at least two in the country then as I saw my first this morning too.

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Originally Posted by freckle

I really like this Stevie especially the opening line!

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

I like the last line and definitely don't think it is too corny. :)

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The bit in the middle is great too! :D

Fallen Majesty
Although crowds gathered once if she but showed her face,
And even old men's eyes grew dim, this hand alone,
Like some last courtier at a gypsy camping-place
Babbling of fallen majesty, records what's gone.

These lineaments, a heart that laughter has made sweet,
These, these remain, but I record what's gone. A crowd
Will gather, and not know it walks the very street
Whereon a thing once walked that seemed a burning cloud.


William Butler Yeats

Shanghai frog chorus
emanating from wasteland
guttural echoes

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Originally Posted by Derby Tup

Shanghai frog chorus
emanating from wasteland
guttural echoes

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A lovely image DT, but I now can't get this out of my head...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0auCDOERZyE

cheers pal :):rolleyes:

Annual marker.
First Swallow defines Springtime.
Time past; year to come.

Nice haikus chaps. Along similar lines to HHH's:

Times readers compete;
the cuckoo is unaware.
Avian bully.

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Originally Posted by Alf

Fallen Majesty
Although crowds gathered once if she but showed her face,
And even old men's eyes grew dim, this hand alone,
Like some last courtier at a gypsy camping-place
Babbling of fallen majesty, records what's gone.

These lineaments, a heart that laughter has made sweet,
These, these remain, but I record what's gone. A crowd
Will gather, and not know it walks the very street
Whereon a thing once walked that seemed a burning cloud.


William Butler Yeats

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Interesting choice Alf, what inspired it?

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Originally Posted by Stevie

Nice haikus chaps. Along similar lines to HHH's:

Times readers compete;
the cuckoo is unaware.
Avian bully.

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Now I'm bright enough to know there is something clever going on there, but not smart enough to figure out what it is. :confused::)

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Originally Posted by Stevie

This is something like the poem I was writing in my head on this morning's run, inspired by the empty sky. Obviously I hope that Derby Tup's travel plans are not disrupted, even so. And I hope the last line isn't too corny.

An upturned empty bowl -
the sky, would ring clear
if you could only reach and strike
it. Echoes only to the sound
of birds and distant traffic.

Virgin blue is mirrored
in the water-filled quarry
still as sheet of glass.
I hardly dare breathe.
No aircraft dotting it
like flies in the ointment.
No airborne parasites crawling
across its perfect face
or scarring it with vapour trails.

No whine as low level jets slice
the sky over the hills
on the Luton approach.

The sun hauls itself lazily
over the trees of Ashridge -
no alarm call this morning
Go easy, jets, wait another day.

Stevie

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I re-read this several times now Stevie, and each time I find myself particularly enjoying the delicate sense of temporary emptiness and clarity you evoke re the sky. It really is very good, and no, there's no corniness to it - a clever play on words. Well done :)

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Originally Posted by Mossdog

I re-read this several times now Stevie, and each time I find myself particularly enjoying the delicate sense of temporary emptiness and clarity you evoke re the sky. It really is very good, and no, there's no corniness to it - a clever play on words. Well done :)

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Is the Virgin pun intended or not though.....? ;)

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Originally Posted by Alf

Fallen Majesty
Although crowds gathered once if she but showed her face,
And even old men's eyes grew dim, this hand alone,
Like some last courtier at a gypsy camping-place
Babbling of fallen majesty, records what's gone.

These lineaments, a heart that laughter has made sweet,
These, these remain, but I record what's gone. A crowd
Will gather, and not know it walks the very street
Whereon a thing once walked that seemed a burning cloud.


William Butler Yeats

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That's truly gorgeous and esp. those particular lines....a heart that laughter has made sweet...one to keep for a special occasion perhaps;)

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Originally Posted by Derby Tup

Shanghai frog chorus
emanating from wasteland
guttural echoes

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Hey, I can really hear them DT - reminds me of my years in rural Africa. Hot and humid. Take care, watch out for mossies :)

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

A lovely image DT, but I now can't get this out of my head...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0auCDOERZyE

cheers pal :):rolleyes:

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Bugger, bugger, bugger... HHH, why did I click on that link - yuk? For kindred souls who need an instant 'antidote' try this froggy link

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

Poets Meet.

A feast of friends,
Gather in the lakeland morn,
All different some fast,
Some slow,
It matters not as we band together,
In the love for what we do,
Fellrunners,poets,friends,
A joy to share this life.

By Herakles.

(I Married A) Monster From Outer Space

The milky way she walks around
All feet firmly off the ground
Two worlds collide, two worlds collide
Here comes the future bride
Gimme a lift to the lunar base
I wanna marry a monster from outer space

I fell in love with an alien being
Whose skin was jelly - whose teeth were green
She had the big bug eyes and the death-ray glare
Feet like water wings - purple hair
I was over the moon - I asked her back to my place
Then I married the monster - from outer space

The days were numbered - the nights were spent
In a rent free furnished oxygen tent
When a cyborg chef served up moon beams
Done super rapid on a laser beam
I needed nutrition to keep up the pace
When I married the monster from outer space

We walked out - tentacle in hand
You could sense that the earthlings would not understand
They'd go.. nudge nudge ...when we got off the bus
Saying it's extra-terrestial - not like us
And it's bad enough with another race
But f.ck me... a monster ...from outer space

In a cybernetic fit of rage
She pissed off to another age
She lives in 1999
With her new boyfriend - a blob of slime
Each time I see her translucent face
I remember the monster from outer space

John Cooper Clarke

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Originally Posted by Derby Tup

Is the Virgin pun intended or not though.....? ;)

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I'm not sure anyone has ever been tempted to try that pun yet DT:rolleyes: It would be verging on the indelicate, perhaps.:D

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Originally Posted by Herakles

Poets Meet.

A feast of friends,
Gather in the lakeland morn,
All different some fast,
Some slow,
It matters not as we band together,
In the love for what we do,
Fellrunners,poets,friends,
A joy to share this life.

By Herakles.

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Aw...lovely Herakles, very well put!...so come on fess up everyone WHO exactly is going? so far I have the following:

HHH
Hes
OW
Herakles
N Dubya
Mountain Goatess
? Merrylegs
? Mossy
? Alf

I make that 9 pints of snecklifter so far, I'll not be able to stand up straight at this rate...oh yeah, I won't anyway will I? on account of that geet macca mountain I have to hobble up!!!!

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Originally Posted by Mossdog

Bugger, bugger, bugger... HHH, why did I click on that link - yuk? For kindred souls who need an instant 'antidote' try this froggy link

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

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Ha ha ha - You know by now I can't be trusted! :D

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Originally Posted by freckle

Aw...lovely Herakles, very well put!...so come on fess up everyone WHO exactly is going? so far I have the following:

HHH
Hes
OW
Herakles
N Dubya
Mountain Goatess
? Merrylegs
? Mossy
? Alf

I make that 9 pints of snecklifter so far, I'll not be able to stand up straight at this rate...oh yeah, I won't anyway will I? on account of that geet macca mountain I have to hobble up!!!!

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Yep. I'm still very much planning on being there. It will be great to finally meet you all.

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“Yep”
Fleet of foot.
Calmness in turbulent times.
Hopping down stairs and/or hill.
A disinclination for certainty.
Cleft of the chin.
Your construction of sentences.
Smoothest of all pebbles.

“Oi!!!!!”
Mischeviouness.
Reparative not paralysing guilt.
Damn good verse.
Testosterone bathed ears!
The narrative of your kith and kin.
Simultaneous mouth, eyes and forehead grin.
Down on the arms.
Capacity for forgiveness.

“Presently”.
You big, me tiny.
Finger tips.
Looking good in skinny jeans.
Catalyst to creativity.
Wisecracks.
Nervousness when cooking for a special guest.
Big, gentle hands.
The headlines!

“Magnificent".

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Originally Posted by Mossdog

watch out for mossies :)

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I prefer:

Fireflies in the Garden

Here come real stars to fill the upper skies,
And here on earth come emulating flies,
That though they never equal stars in size,
(And they were never really stars at heart)
Achieve at times a very star-like start.
Only, of course, they can't sustain the part.

Robert Frost

What are peoples plans around the race. The reason i ask this we could all finish at vastly different times and all live in various places. As an example HHH could be waiting hours for me making meeting up and socialising difficult.
Any ideas ?.

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Originally Posted by Herakles

What are peoples plans around the race. The reason i ask this we could all finish at vastly different times and all live in various places. As an example HHH could be waiting hours for me making meeting up and socialising difficult.
Any ideas ?.

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I'll be there about 10, getting registered and loitering around the car park. It will be good seeing everyone coming in too. So I'm not planning on leaving until you've finished.

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Originally Posted by Herakles

What are peoples plans around the race. The reason i ask this we could all finish at vastly different times and all live in various places. As an example HHH could be waiting hours for me making meeting up and socialising difficult.
Any ideas ?.

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I think I will try and get there for at least ten too and will be one of the last to finish, not long now!