Today's poet

Japan.

Speeding through this land of contradiction,
Two hundred miles an hour through lotus groves,
A cross between ancient spirituality and science fiction,
Lost in the streets of tokyo i see people in there droves.

Cherry blossom , divine buddha to truly be at peace,
People honour bound to live as they are told,
Learn many things day and night no possessions be released,
The land of rising suicide rate in the young but not the old.

Concrete, neon and schoolgirls knickers in vending machines,
Meditation leading you down the path to enlightenment,
Was this really the place of which the elders dreamed,
Or has all this technology lead to disenchantment.

By Matt Harmston.

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Originally Posted by tri-mind

Japan.

Speeding through this land of contradiction,
Two hundred miles an hour through lotus groves,
A cross between ancient spirituality and science fiction,
Lost in the streets of tokyo i see people in there droves.

Cherry blossom , divine buddha to truly be at peace,
People honour bound to live as they are told,
Learn many things day and night no possessions be released,
The land of rising suicide rate in the young but not the old.

Concrete, neon and schoolgirls knickers in vending machines,
Meditation leading you down the path to enlightenment,
Was this really the place of which the elders dreamed,
Or has all this technology lead to disenchantment.

By Matt Harmston.

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I really like that poem Tri it really puts positive and negative cultural aspects of Japan in juxta position with each other, particularly like; The land of rising suicide rate in the young but not the old.

Tired.

I am so bloody tired haven't slept for 3 straight days,
Starting to see things my minds addled i just want to sleep,
Oh christ this useless i'm walking about in a daze,
Shouting at everyone they must think i'm a creep.

My banging head who taken the ice pick to my skull,
For crying out loud just give me some peace now,
Legs are going i start to hallucinate my mind is dull,
Please let the night to envelope me so i can sleep somehow.

It's almost unbearable i can't write i have no muse,
I need to rest before i get ill but i don't know if i can,
The medicine cabinet stares down at me i won't look i refuse,
I'm told take these they'll help, get lost i won't they're temazepam.

By Matt Harmston.

The mountain-snob is a Wordsworthian fruit;
He tears his clothes and doesn’t shave his chin,
He wears a very pretty little boot,
He chooses the least comfortable inn;
A mountain railway is a deadly sin;
His strength, of course, is as the strength of ten men,
He calls all those who live in cities wen-men


Just one verse from Letter to Lord Byron. III (W. H. Auden)

As you know Wordsworth wrote beautiful poetry, but at times was a terrible snob who was appauled at sharing the Lakes with unworthy visitors, and thought that tourists arriving from industrial towns would diminish the tranquility. With the climate of the forum at the minute I thought this crituque of Wordsworthian type snobbery was as pertinent as ever.

This one's for you Neil

Whinging

People love to whinge.
It’s an easy hobby.
With few barriers to entry.
The start up costs are minimal.
No qualifications or training needed.
There are no age restrictions either;
Whinging can be enjoyed
By young and old alike.

HHH

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Originally Posted by neil wootton

Hello all

some good Haiku's at the mo keep it up

I don't want to sound like a whinge bag but I thought contributors to this thread would appreciate that of which i speak,

There is a heck of alot of negativity on some threads, some of which are inflammatory I felt myself welling with Anger, but the threads don't deserve the energy directly (having a go at teachers thread etc...).

Something else i've noticed is lets sneer at the newboy mentality. I have absolutley no truck with this kind of elitist and exclusivity rubbish. Glad i've got that off my chest thought this was the best place. anyway heres a new ditty i've started.

first verse

Softly now Winter treads
Charmless at first he gently creeps
Upon the amber, leafy beds
beauty pass ing while summer sleeps

Someone else carry on if they like, I pass the poetry baton...:D

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Like barley bending
In low fields by the sea,
Singing in hard wind
Ceaselessly;

Like barley bending
And rising again,
So would I, unbroken,
Rise from pain;

So would I softly,
Day long, night long,
Change my sorrow
Into song.

Sara Teasdale

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

Like barley bending
In low fields by the sea,
Singing in hard wind
Ceaselessly;

Like barley bending
And rising again,
So would I, unbroken,
Rise from pain;

So would I softly,
Day long, night long,
Change my sorrow
Into song.

Sara Teasdale

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This is very beautiful and poignant HHH. I really like it.

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Originally Posted by neil wootton

The mountain-snob is a Wordsworthian fruit;
He tears his clothes and doesn’t shave his chin,
He wears a very pretty little boot,
He chooses the least comfortable inn;
A mountain railway is a deadly sin;
His strength, of course, is as the strength of ten men,
He calls all those who live in cities wen-men


Just one verse from Letter to Lord Byron. III (W. H. Auden)

As you know Wordsworth wrote beautiful poetry, but at times was a terrible snob who was appauled at sharing the Lakes with unworthy visitors, and thought that tourists arriving from industrial towns would diminish the tranquility. With the climate of the forum at the minute I thought this crituque of Wordsworthian type snobbery was as pertinent as ever.

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I enjoyed this Neil. I find the letters of artists and poets really interesting and I liked your other poem very much. I wish I was in a more creative mood and I might have a go at writing the second verse.

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Originally Posted by Hes

This is very beautiful and poignant HHH. I really like it.

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Evening Hes,

It's a favourite of mine that just seemed to fit my mood tonight. I'm glad you liked it.

Harry

Which is your thread?

Lightweight tents,
Unorganised events?
Managing erosion,
Go-faster potion?
Must-do sessions,
Bum bag possessions?
Today’s training,
Yesterday’s raining?
Running in Kuwait,
Favourite inov-8?
Tomorrow’s hill reps,
Running up steps?
Barefoot running,
Race tactic cunning?
Stud spacing,
Race pacing?
Best way to run uphill,
Is there magic pill?
Bob Graham rounds,
Following hounds?

The one for me,
Is Today’s Poetry.