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Inspired by the object of beauty by my desk:
Once shiny and blue
Peat stains and smell of bum sweat
My Pete Bland bumbag
After a surfeit of biscuits and cheese, anybody want some Forbidden Fruit....from Emily Dickinson.Quote:
Originally Posted by Hes
Forbidden fruit a flavor has
That lawful orchards mocks;
How luscious lies the pea within
The pod that Duty locks!
Class!Quote:
Originally Posted by XRunner
not sure if anyone can face being distracted by cheesey stuff but if you are interested it is national poetry day tomorrow, the theme this year is "home".
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Originally Posted by not mad enough
Welcome notmadenough...nice haiku!
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Originally Posted by XRunner
Bloomin Nora !:o I thought our Emily was a demure lady ? :rolleyes::D
Of course she wasn't demure.Quote:
Originally Posted by Alf
Here is one of her poems of unrestrained sexual passion and rapture.:w00t:
Naturally I cannot quote it on this family forum and
I trust only those who are over 18 years old will read it.:o
Or is this just the port after the cheese.:rolleyes:
That's great! 'Home' is the name of my solo exhibition and the book that goes with it...I'm chuffed about that. I'll get thinking of some poems to post for tomorrow.
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Originally Posted by freckle
Liked your forbidden fruit choice XRunner and now I'm trying to access the racier poem but my computer is having other ideas....
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Originally Posted by XRunner
Got it....ohhhh, it takes a bit of imagination...she's no Auden! :)
As a fan of haiku...I like this...not sure I'd want to keep my sarnies in that bag though! :)
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Originally Posted by not mad enough
like wind blown snowflakes
the wings of fluttering moths
caught in the headlights
The skein of geese
as an archery's arrows -
flying with purpose
You're in fine form at the moment Hes :cool:Quote:
Originally Posted by Hes
Sonnet LXXXI
Already, you are mine. Rest with your dream inside my dream.
Love, grief, labour, must sleep now.
Night revolves on invisible wheels
and joined to me you are pure as sleeping amber.
No one else will sleep with my dream, love.
You will go we will go joined by the waters of time.
No other one will travel the shadows with me,
only you, eternal nature, eternal sun, eternal moon.
Already your hands have opened their delicate fists
and let fall, without direction, their gentle signs,
you eyes enclosing themselves like two grey wings,
while I follow the waters you bring that take me onwards:
night, earth, winds weave their fate, and already,
not only am I not without you, I alone am your dream
Pablo Neruda
Thanks DT and I really like your Neruda choice.
Ok, in honour of National Poetry Day and the subject of home, I've dashed off a ditty, heartfelt but probably a bit cheesy, however, I know a lot of us enjoy a bit of cheese...eh Freckle?! :wink:
Home
Once I felt like flotsam
Floating in the sea
No future there to dream of
I lived from memory
I strode into the world
Seeking love in foreign faces
Longing for an anchor
A belonging in strange places
Never staying still
I moved from here to there
But always it was me I found
In the clear, objective air
Finally, exhausted
To my birthplace I returned
Longing to create again
Images in me burned
But still I kept on moving
Though friendship smoothed the way
Until one day I heard
Of a place where I could stay
Cold and damp and lonely
It stood unloved and still
But I could feel the draw
Despite the winter chill
Four years ago it was
When at last I came aground
I sense the earth beneath me
In this haven that I’ve found.
A feeling of connection
Stays with me when I roam
and when I head back here
I know I’m coming home.
And on a similar note and with a totally cheeky plug, if any of you are anywhere near Masham on the 19th November, my exhibition 'Home' opens at The Gallery. I think the preview will start at 7pm and the exhibition continues until 31st December...:)
There is a piece about National Poetry Day in the Guardian...
http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2010...day-books-blog
It says that the photo is Grasmere, but it looks like Wasdale to me?
Here's one of the contributions...
Wm Wordsworth Leaves Grasmere to Find a Supermarket
by Freepoland
Feet! That oft o'er Loughrigg Fell have trod
In search of berries, bright against the sod,
And plodged 'mid Grasmere's reeds for stewing pike,
Now bear me forth past Thirlmere, irksome hike.
Legs! Now take me further, 'neath Helvellyn's shade,
To Keswick, on, to where a proper pasty's made.
I must declare that I have had my lot
Of leaden pyes and puddings made by sister Dot.
Boots! As you convey me o'er these paths so rocky,
My heart leaps up at thoughts of handmade gnocchi,
Of parmesan, of Belgian chocs, of tiram'su,
And, sister dear, I'm leaving none for you.
Socks! That now ooze moisture where the toes have gone,
I'll soon replace you at the Outdoor Zone;
I'll buy new boots with warming Gore-Tex lined;
And leave that foolish scribbling lark behind.
Plug away! I'm planning to get over sometime before the new year.Quote:
Originally Posted by Hes
I'm going to have to turn the radiator up now. A mention of snowflakes and I'm shivering!Quote:
Originally Posted by Hes
Lovely poem though.
That's lovely Hes, I can really relate to that. I've travelled the world, but nowhere beats where I call home.
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Originally Posted by Hes
Look
Along the well
Of the street,
Between the gasworks and the neat
Sparrow stepped gable
Of the Catholic chapel,
High
above the tilt and crook
Of the tumbledown
Roofs of the town-
Scafell Pike,
The tallest hill in England.
How small it seems,
So far away,
No more than a notch
On the plate-glass window of the sky!
Watch
A puff of kitchen smoke
Block out peak and pinnacle -
Rock-pie of volcanic lava
Half a mile thick
Scotched out
At the click of an eye.
Look again
In five hundred, a thousand or ten
Thousand years:
A ruin where
The chapel was; brown
Rubble and scrub and cinders where
The Gasworks used to be;
No roofs, no town,
Maybe no men;
But yonder where a lather rinse of
cloud pours down
The spiked wall of the sky-line, see,
Scafell Pike
Still there.
Norman Nicholson
I know this will be of interest to some of you...
http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2010...ath-poem-found
Just found this. Stunning...
Faults
by Sara Teasdale
They came to tell your faults to me,
They named them over one by one;
I laughed aloud when they were done,
I knew them all so well before, —
Oh, they were blind, too blind to see
Your faults had made me love you more.
“Faith” is fine invention
by Emily Dickinson
“Faith” is a fine invention
For Gentlemen who see!
But Microscopes are prudent
In an Emergency!
I've not come across this site before, but it seems to be a good one...
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/
What luck, I have a client in Laverton that needs visiting right around then :); presumably the gallery is open weekdays?Quote:
Originally Posted by Hes
And Harry I love this - it so reminds me of parent evenings at my 15 year old daughter's school
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They came to tell your faults to me,
They named them over one by one;
I laughed aloud when they were done,
I knew them all so well before, —
Oh, they were blind, too blind to see
Your faults had made me love you more
10 - 5 Tuesday - Saturdays, 1-5 Sundays, closed Mondays
I'll give you a guided tour if I'm about! :-)
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Originally Posted by Stolly
That's a gorgeous poem. I like Stolly's interpretation of it too.
I really liked the poem about Scafell as well.
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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
There is a lovely audio slideshow on the bbc website for today...
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/entertainment-arts-11489147
It has to go down as one of my favouritesQuote:
Originally Posted by Hes
I ought to have posted this before my own scribblings because it was the poem that I took with me on my travels...given to me by my mum. Both Freckle and I have posted it before but that's the beauty of poety, I think, you revisit it at specific times in your life.
The Journey
One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice --
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
"Mend my life!"
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do --
determined to save
the only life you could save.
~ Mary Oliver ~
I quite like the fact that this thread has been going long enough so that we can read some old favourites again. This is definately one for the Fell Poet's compilation.
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Originally Posted by Hes
For today's theme of "home"...
Once Upon a Time
Benjamin Zephaniah
I dreamt of living in a great big house
With a great big cat and a great big mouse
With a great big cupboard
Full of great big pears
I would grow big
Without any cares.
Me great big hair on me great big head
Would feel great tucked into
Me great big bed
In me great bedroom
I would have great big fights
With my big shadow
Who is really bright,
A big sun shine would wake me up
I would drink juice from a great big cup
And a great big breakfast would make me feel great
And me school teachers would always be late.
I would speak great poems
With me great big voice
Great hugs and kisses
Would make me feel nice
This great world would work together as a team
I would live forever
In me great big dream.
Some amazing stuff on here which I will review at length when the bairns are asleep! but for now...
I told Sophe it was National Poetry Day and she asked me to post her poem about Halloween...so here goes
Halloween
Sophe (age 6)
Its a dark scary place
Its scares everyone's face
Children go out
and laugh and shout
Pumpkin lanterns light about
"Trick or treat" are the words you hear
every year.
That's lovely. Tell Sophie: "BOO!"Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
Pants
By Giles Andrae
Small pants, big pants,
Giant frilly pig pants,
New pants, blue pants, one, two, three.
Rich pants, poor pants,
Swinging on the door pants,
How many more pants can you see?
Groovy pants, funky pants,
Cheeky little monkey pants,
Pants you can wear if you’re ten feet tall!
Loose pants, tight pants,
Lighting up at night pants,
Black pants, white pants, no pants at all!
Pants to pick a daisy,
Pants for being lazy,
Pants on your head when you’ve gone crazy!
Funny pants, money pants,
Wear them when it’s sunny pants,
Have you seen these bunny pants? Yes I have!
Wear them when you’re happy pants,
Little baby nappy pants,
Special pants for driving in the car.
Fairy pants, hairy pants,
Run away from scary pants!
What a lot of lovely pants there are!
Far from being Pants, that's bloody brilliant HHH:thumbup:
Well done Sophie, a good un;)Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
A seasonal one - and one of my favourites. There's an apple tree growng wild on the river bank - which I've fleeced of fruit. It would be good to know the type. I need to catch up with some of the posts - but I'll first grab an apple
MOONLIT APPLES
At the top of the house the apples are laid in rows,
And the skylight lets the moonlight in, and those
Apples are deep-sea apples of green. There goes
A cloud on the moon in the autumn night.
A mouse in the wainscot scratches, and scratches, and then
There is no sound at the top of the house of men
Or mice; and the cloud is blown, and the moon again
Dapples the apples with deep-sea light.
They are lying in rows there, under the gloomy beams;
On the sagging floor; they gather the silver streams
Out of the moon, those moonlit apples of dreams,
And quiet is the steep stair under.
In the corridors under there is nothing but sleep.
And stiller than ever on orchard boughs they keep
Tryst with the moon, and deep is the silence, deep
On moon-washed apples of wonder
It is a kiddies book that I picked off the shelf tonight and thought I'd share it with you.Quote:
Originally Posted by stevefoster