Hello Freckle did you get any sleep last night !!. It can't be more than a few hours since you last posted. Good morning to all.
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Hello Freckle did you get any sleep last night !!. It can't be more than a few hours since you last posted. Good morning to all.
thanks tri mind, i haven't been too grand but feeling bit better...nice to see you on here as one of our regulars, hope you are good :DQuote:
Originally Posted by tri-mind
Long time since I had Syd Barrett in my head. But this morning he's stuck there.
Late Night
When I woke up today
And you weren't there to play
Then I wanted to be with you
When you showed me your eyes
Whispered love at the skies
Then I wanted to stay with you
Inside me I feel alone and unreal
And the way you kiss will always be
A very special thing to me...
When I lay still at night seeing
Stars high and light
Then I wanted to be with you
When the rooftops shone dark
All alone (I) saw a spark
Spark of love just to stay with you
Inside me I feel alone and unreal
And the way you kiss will always be
A very special thing to me...
If I mention your name
Turn around on a chain
Then the sky opens for you
When we grew very tall
When I saw you so small
Then I wanted to stay with you
Inside me I feel alone and unreal
And the way you kiss will always be
A very special thing to me...
The Fetid Night.
I run wind racing past my face,
Faster, faster i know i am found,
I really must escape this place,
Before i find that i am bound.
Too late i falter and i am caught,
The black night will have it's way,
My struggle had been all for naught,
It night be that i die today.
I start to struggle, twist and turn,
You fetid darkness i will stop your fun,
My fight for life; A fire starts to burn,
I reach out through the night i think i have won.
Once again i am tired the fight too much,
To defeat the night there is a price to pay,
I must wary not to lose my touch,
As i must fight this fight everyday.
By Matt Harmston.
brilliant tri mind! outstanding! :) really likedQuote:
Originally Posted by tri-mind
i reach out through the night i think i have won
Thank you for your kind words. I know it is a bit sub Sylvia Plath and i know i seem to bang on about nothing other than my Bipolar but although it doesn't completely overtake my life it colours my experience of life considerably. I do not wish to bore people stiff but i can only write about me and how the world and i interface. So my apologies to anyone who thinks here he goes again but i hope this post explains it somewhat. I simply cannot write another way as it would be disingenuous. I love this thread and thank you all for your poetry it is great to read. As anyone come up with publishing a book of poem originals from the fellrunning forum ?. The monies could go to F.R.A. for development or to help have more in kitty for 40th anniversary. I am told that it is easily done on computers these days although i know nothing about this.
Have i got the right end of the stick? is this your own work? if so i am very impressed if not then it is good to see anyway!!!!!...no need to apologise about the source of your material! I certainly do not think that you bang on about your difficulties, rather I think that you raise some interestng and thought provoking questions...as far as the publishing thing goes there may be a chance that some of the poems will be getting published in the fell runner magaizine but a book would be really fab and we are certainly gathering enough good pieces on here i think, although i too don't know a jot about the world of publishing!....keep up the inspired and heartfelt work tri mind we all benefit !:)Quote:
Originally Posted by tri-mind
Nice to read that - always admired Syd's wordsQuote:
Originally Posted by Old Whippet
Yes Freckle, It is my own work using my real name. I once again thank you for kind words as i wasn't sure how my perspective on life would be received. That would be great to have poems in the Fellrunner Magazine. I look forward to this evening when i visit the forum again to see some more wonderful poems.
:eek: :eek: how good are you mister! look forward to more work!Quote:
Originally Posted by tri-mind
Wow Tri-mind! I'd not made the link that this was your work til I read the recent posts. It makes moving reading - especially in the context of what you have told us about your illness. Look forward to seeing more.Quote:
Originally Posted by tri-mind
I really like that Freckle!Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
I found this one which I like too....sometimes it's just nice to sit and do ....nothing!
A POEM ABOUT NOTHING
Sometimes imagination walks in the mist
Barefoot, it senses the ground
Stumbles in the steps of oblivion
Cautiously treasures anonymity
Divorces every reference
Aspires to a minimalist sublimation
Loses itself in the vastness of silence
Finding only a grey abstraction
Getting excited in the presence of monotony
Screams for a mundane tedium
Drinking the darkness with the eyes
Witnessing the nudity of words
Smiling at blank sheets of paper
Celebrates the emptiness of the pampas
Dances in the invisible turbulence of the air
Craving for a cosmic vacuum
Enjoying the ultimate pleasure of nothing
M. DAEDALUS
Oh I do like that! Right up my street that one MG.Quote:
Originally Posted by Mountain Goatess
On the back of yesterday's shock Plath in the attic discovery, I found a scrap of paper on the Northumberland moors yesterday afternoon. Signed Siegfried Sassoon (could have been Southern Softie - the writing was blurred).)
One of his unknown limericks.
I'm not enjoying this war
I don't even know what it's for
This God-awful trench
Is filled with the stench
Of chaos and carnage and gore.
now what's the chances of that?
Tri-MindQuote:
Originally Posted by tri-mind
That has got to be the highlight of the first 1000 posts, (give or take 6).
All we can do is write about how we see the world, and every different way should be celebrated. This thread is a wonderful thing; generating such nice feelings of openness, community, shared experiences of happiness, sillyness, melancholy, and everything in between. May it last for a very very long time.
Love to you all
HHH
Lottery
Its worth a quid
Just for a dream
Yesterday I was e-mailing from work in limerick. Got some excellent responses!;)
Hey, tri-mind well done from me too; great stuff from a deeply personal perspective. Make sure you post some more of your work please :cool:
I'm back on the haiku trail and composed a couple today around working. I'll post them when I can remember them ;)
Poetry tread continues to go from strength to strength!!
jet lag lifting now
shame Guangzhou smog not the same
just like Manchester :rolleyes:
good dinner tonight
chicken and pineapple rice
with cold local beer :cool:
HI MG...this is a really lovely poem, like the line "witnessing the nudity of words"....:)Quote:
Originally Posted by Mountain Goatess
I agree entirely HHH, I think this thread is good at commenting on, and celebrating the complexity of human nature and the beautiful natural environment which we all enjoy...part of the reason why I think it works so well is that inevitably we each bring our own unique experiences which adds to the richness of the thread...it is a friendly and supportive area....:)Quote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
Bloody ell mate, your better at poetry than me:eek:Quote:
Originally Posted by tri-mind
Doesn't take much like:rolleyes:
Seriously though, that's bloody good:cool:
Thanks everyone. I find it really comfortable talking about anything in such a wonderful environment. I am genuinely moved by your responses. What is our topic tonight ?. Love,Death,comedy,fellrunning or nothing in particular ?. I know i find it very stimulating. Love to you all.
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Originally Posted by Old Whippet
Congratulations Old Whippet on being the 1000th postee and also for some great poems. I love this song too and am about to dig out my This Mortal Coil albums to play their version of it...oh blow that, I'm on Youtube listening to the original instead.
evening all....just a quick one then i'm offski...
NEVER give all the heart, for love
Will hardly seem worth thinking of
To passionate women if it seem
Certain, and they never dream
That it fades out from kiss to kiss;
For everything that's lovely is
But a brief, dreamy. Kind delight.
O never give the heart outright,
For they, for all smooth lips can say,
Have given their hearts up to the play.
And who could play it well enough
If deaf and dumb and blind with love?
He that made this knows all the cost,
For he gave all his heart and lost.
This is really something Tri-mind. I've been teaching all day and only just got here. Been working my way through the posts. Read this and thought wow...I didn't actually realise you'd written it yourself until the next few posts. Thank you for posting it, it is amazing.Quote:
Originally Posted by tri-mind
My goodness Old Whippet...what are the chances of that? Pretty slim eh? and what are the chances of this...was going through my scraps box for my class today and I found an old noodle packet with some oriental characters drawn on in brush and ink. As luck would have it, my Japanese friend was able to translate and it turned out to be this limerick by someone calling themselves Basho (odd name I thought...maybe they translated that bit wrong).Quote:
Originally Posted by Old Whippet
there once was a pond by the hill
it was ancient and perfectly still
along came a frog
that jumped from a log
the splash could be heard in Brazil.
Well, it's quite remarkable what can turn up in a noodle packet. Truly a Basho classic.Quote:
Originally Posted by Hes
Rumour has it that the famed lost limericks of Yeats, Shakespeare and John Cooper Clarke are still out there. Surely it's only a matter of time.
I thought I'd share this one with you all to show the problems when goats drink too much snecklifter...
One day there was a goat,
Who really liked to eat oats.
He ran around and played all day,
being all happy, and gay.
Next a dark cloud came near,
and the little billy, drank some beer.
Drunk he was, so he picked a fight,
so that little dark cloud, went amazingly bright.
Down came a thunder bolt, at that goat,
and destroyed much more, than just his coat.
The cloud ran away, back to the ocean.
The goat applied, some antiseptic lotion.
That little goat, was all scratched and bruised,
so he figured, his beer was far too brewed!
Now that goat, will be more nice,
and eat those oats, with sugar and spice.
Surreal and wise, folks...consider this next time you are out on the lash, go home and have your oats instead.;)Quote:
Originally Posted by Mr Benn
Echinacea Root : A gelatinous suppository.:o:DQuote:
Originally Posted by merrylegs
You are not supposed to drink it, Merrylegs:mad:
well....it's getting late, and it seems the poets are sleeping tonight.
A little offering from Margaret Atwood for the night.
Night Poem
There is nothing to be afraid of,
it is only the wind
changing to the east, it is only
your father the thunder
your mother the rain
In this country of water
with its beige moon damp as a mushroom,
its drowned stumps and long birds
that swim, where the moss grows
on all sides of the trees
and your shadow is not your shadow
but your reflection,
your true parents disappear
when the curtain
covers your door.
We are the others,
the ones from under the lake
who stand silently beside your bed
with our heads of darkness.
We have come to cover you
with red wool,
with our tears and distant whipers.
You rock in the rain's arms
the chilly ark of your sleep,
while we wait, your night
father and mother
with our cold hands and dead flashlight,
knowing we are only
the wavering shadows thrown
by one candle
, in this echo
you will hear twenty years later.
Margaret Atwood
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Dylan Thomas
THE SLOTH
In moving-slow he has no Peer.
You ask him something in his Ear,
He thinks about it for a Year;
And, then, before he says a Word
There, upside down (unlike a Bird),
He will assume that you have Heard -
A most Ex-as-per-at-ing Lug.
But should you call his manner Smug,
Hell sigh and give his Branch a Hug;
Then off again to Sleep he goes,
Still swaying gently by his Toes,
And you just know he knows he knows.
Theodore Roethke
off to sleep I go....feeling like a sloth!
Not asleep OW entertaining!....they have all gone home now except one who has crashed at the bottom of the stairs and refuses to budge as apparently "quite comfortable",mmmmm....anyway i really liked this poem especially the line "you rock in the rain's arms"...lovely :)Quote:
Originally Posted by Old Whippet
TO THE VIRGINS, TO MAKE MUCH OF TIME
by Robert Herrick
GATHER ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old time is still a-flying :
And this same flower that smiles to-day
To-morrow will be dying.
The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,
The higher he's a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he's to setting.
That age is best which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer ;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
Times still succeed the former.
Then be not coy, but use your time,
And while ye may go marry :
For having lost but once your prime
You may for ever tarry.
Some really great stuff again. I really enjoyed reading them.
A Prayer
Run awaken
dull senses!
Envelope with
a shuddering heart,
salt on the brow
quickening of breath
and the hope
of fresh sun crumbs
for a solitary soul
Offski !!!!!!!!
I do like that! I never thought of writing one about what I want from a run. Hope your Sunday run delivers it all!Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
Now I was just about to compliment you on your continuing high standard of writing, but then I thought I'd have a quick Google of the first line just in case I was about to embarrass myself with my poetic ignorance and it was written be someone dead famous. Anyone heard of Yeats?
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Originally Posted by freckle
BOFRA dinner last night OW. A fine end of season bash, catching up with friends that often only get a quick hello at races all season.Quote:
Originally Posted by Old Whippet
I'm sure I'll get a composition out of that thought sooner or later.