Today's poet

I'm glad something inspired came out of the saga of the cooker!

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Originally Posted by freckle

On the question of lard, said the bard...

freckle was doing so well with her weight loss plan
only soup for tea, in addition she swam
but then her cooker broke
at least she thought it did
but wait...aha...
she fixed it
and was very pleased
so much so
she partook of wine and cheese
"Never mind", she pondered
"about tonights deviation,
there's always tomorrows
recompense..."
and whats the point
in getting all tense?
so tomorrow I'll look forward
with the utmost glee
to cous cous and roasted veg
and a cup of tea!

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Good stuff Freckle. It hasn't taken you long to find your form since the move. I hope all is going well.

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Originally Posted by freckle

Exhale

Words will not form
Within the immoveable ivory
and drifting off
to a fettered slumber
I summase that one inchoate
and infinitesimal kiss
would quieten
the chitter chatter .


and allow for an imagining ,
thus
its morning and awakening
to the sounds of trees
y-o-u,
padding around downstairs
and the warmth of these limbs
would remind me...

Exhale.

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Originally Posted by MachGirl

Hi everyone , wide awake unfortunately , thanks to smoke alarm malfunction ( wired into the mains variety - deafening ! ) , only just got my children back off to sleep and am now trying to get sleepy again .
Just read " Exhale " ..... which completely had my attention at " Infinitesimal Kiss " , I really like that Freckle !


I FIND MY HAPPINESS
IN LOVING YOU


I find my happiness in loving you.
Though my love is not returned, I don’t mind waiting.
The woods are a cathedral where I pray
For the beauty and grace that lie within my heart.

You hold me and we kiss, and yet not yet
Is there the unity that love must crave.
You want me, but not as I want you;
This truth is like a wreckage on my sea.

There’s no one else I hunger for, nor touch
That makes me feel I must take off my skin;
And so I’ll wait as years pile up like leaves,
And long with the lonely patience of the moon.

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this is quite lovely...your own work machgirl?
sorry to hear about your minor disaster with the alarm, thats the kind of thing that happens to me on a regular basis! well done on getting the kids back off!

morning harry. hope all is well with you too! life in the new pad is good ....I am aware of a difference in me...for example I am developing an unhealthy interest in DIY supplemented by pinny wearing!

Hi Freckle ,

Sadly not my own work , Nicholas Gordon is the author , I just forgot to add last night , probably as a result of smoke alarm disaster !

I don't know what it is , I have all the thoughts and have so many poems partly constructed, but when it comes to putting together , everything goes to pieces !

Anyway just wanted to thankyou for your comments x

A poem about loss, about losing different things in life ,from keys , to items with sentimental value but most painful of all facing upto losing the one you love and how through time, you can master the art of losing . I really like the last line , about although it may seem like a disaster , write it ....!


One Art - Elizabeth Bishop

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

--Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

I really love this poem MachGirl. Totally true too. I've lost a lot of things, big and small, in the last ten years but nothing was really a tragedy when all was said and done despite feeling that way at times.

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Originally Posted by MachGirl

A poem about loss, about losing different things in life ,from keys , to items with sentimental value but most painful of all facing upto losing the one you love and how through time, you can master the art of losing . I really like the last line , about although it may seem like a disaster , write it ....!


One Art - Elizabeth Bishop

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

--Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

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Its great to see you on a creative roll Freckle and there's nowt wrong with DIY!! I remember when I became single again and developed an interest in tools acquiring my first set of decent spanners ;) I recommend the Readers Digest DIY Manual, its my bible! I'm after a cordless drill next but I also need to replace my mudclaws and I suspect I know which will win!!

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Originally Posted by freckle

this is quite lovely...your own work machgirl?
sorry to hear about your minor disaster with the alarm, thats the kind of thing that happens to me on a regular basis! well done on getting the kids back off!

morning harry. hope all is well with you too! life in the new pad is good ....I am aware of a difference in me...for example I am developing an unhealthy interest in DIY supplemented by pinny wearing!

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Originally Posted by Hes

Its great to see you on a creative roll Freckle and there's nowt wrong with DIY!! I remember when I became single again and developed an interest in tools acquiring my first set of decent spanners ;) I recommend the Readers Digest DIY Manual, its my bible! I'm after a cordless drill next but I also need to replace my mudclaws and I suspect I know which will win!!

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Oooo i'll remember that reference thanks Hes!

Machgirl that is one of my fave poems, I relate to your observation Hes x

Don't get your pinny strings caught in your cordless drill. Could be nasty!

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Originally Posted by freckle

this is quite lovely...your own work machgirl?
sorry to hear about your minor disaster with the alarm, thats the kind of thing that happens to me on a regular basis! well done on getting the kids back off!

morning harry. hope all is well with you too! life in the new pad is good ....I am aware of a difference in me...for example I am developing an unhealthy interest in DIY supplemented by pinny wearing!

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I think that is probably quite common. I've got loads of notes that sometimes make good lines, but I often struggle to get them all together. That's why I like haiku; I can just about string 17 syllables together when I'm on a roll!

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Originally Posted by MachGirl

I don't know what it is , I have all the thoughts and have so many poems partly constructed, but when it comes to putting together , everything goes to pieces !

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Originally Posted by freckle

Alf that wilde poem was ....well...wild! an interesting choice!

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No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
Am an attendant lord, one that will do
To swell a progress, start a scene or two,
Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,
Deferential, glad to be of use,
Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous—
Almost, at times, the Fool.

T.S. Eliot

A Farewell to Arms

His golden locks Time hath to silver turn'd;
O Time too swift, O swiftness never ceasing!
His youth 'gainst time and age hath ever spurn'd,
But spurn'd in vain; youth waneth by increasing:
Beauty, strength, youth, are flowers but fading seen;
Duty, faith, love, are roots, and ever green.

His helmet now shall make a hive for bees;
And, lovers' sonnets turn'd to holy psalms,
A man-at-arms must now serve on his knees,
And feed on prayers, which are Age his alms:
But though from court to cottage he depart,
His Saint is sure of his unspotted heart.

And when he saddest sits in homely cell,
He'll teach his swains this carol for a song,—
'Blest be the hearts that wish my sovereign well,
Curst be the souls that think her any wrong.'
Goddess, allow this agèd man his right
To be your beadsman now that was your knight.

Sir Henry Lee

Two stones in my head.
Constantly bashing. Crashing.
Duty and desire.

B. Ballard

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

Two stones in my head.
Constantly bashing. Crashing.
Duty and desire.

B. Ballard

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Oooooo very nice choice Harry! like it

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Originally Posted by Alf

A Farewell to Arms

His golden locks Time hath to silver turn'd;
O Time too swift, O swiftness never ceasing!
His youth 'gainst time and age hath ever spurn'd,
But spurn'd in vain; youth waneth by increasing:
Beauty, strength, youth, are flowers but fading seen;
Duty, faith, love, are roots, and ever green.

His helmet now shall make a hive for bees;
And, lovers' sonnets turn'd to holy psalms,
A man-at-arms must now serve on his knees,
And feed on prayers, which are Age his alms:
But though from court to cottage he depart,
His Saint is sure of his unspotted heart.

And when he saddest sits in homely cell,
He'll teach his swains this carol for a song,—
'Blest be the hearts that wish my sovereign well,
Curst be the souls that think her any wrong.'
Goddess, allow this agèd man his right
To be your beadsman now that was your knight.

Sir Henry Lee

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a sad but beautiful choice alf

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Originally Posted by freckle

On the question of lard, said the bard...

freckle was doing so well with her weight loss plan
only soup for tea, in addition she swam
but then her cooker broke
at least she thought it did
but wait...aha...
she fixed it
and was very pleased
so much so
she partook of wine and cheese
"Never mind", she pondered
"about tonights deviation,
there's always tomorrows
recompense..."
and whats the point
in getting all tense?
so tomorrow I'll look forward
with the utmost glee
to cous cous and roasted veg
and a cup of tea!

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:):):):)

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Originally Posted by MachGirl

A poem about loss, about losing different things in life ,from keys , to items with sentimental value but most painful of all facing upto losing the one you love and how through time, you can master the art of losing . I really like the last line , about although it may seem like a disaster , write it ....!


One Art - Elizabeth Bishop

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

--Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

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Nice one Machgirl - thanks for posting.

Hi everyone ! Hope everyone well , have so many things to things to comment on as a result of my me being preoccupied all week .

First of all ' On the question of Lard said the bard " , I really like the poem Freckle , it made me laugh ! Your kind comments acknowledging my dilemma with smoke alarm the other night and the above mentioned poem , made me feel less alone somehow !

" A farewell To Arms " , really like that Alf , so very sad though ...... haunting almost !
I seem to be magnetically pulled towards poems where ' time ' is the main theme ..... the value of time !

Hes & Mossdog, just to acknowledge your comments re : ' the art ' , thanks !

Harry , just wanted to thankyou for your comments regarding ' Haiku ' ! Although I've always loved poetry , I'm completely out of the loop on anything but the actual poems themselves , so at the risk of sounding mentally challenged I have to admit , had never even heard of ' Haiku ' until you mentioned ! Am now reading up on this though as we speak !


I was actually going to post some of my favourite Oscar Wilde poems , in view of Alf's post ......but decided to save them for another time .

I have a backlog of poems , spanning last 15 years I would like to share .... :0) having never really shared my thoughts on any of them with anyone , so forgive me for any that ones that have been posted before .

This is the first poem , I ever remember trying to learn as a child !


I carry your heart with me by E. E. Cummings


i carry your heart with me , i carry it in my heart
i am never without it ,
anywhere i go, you go , my dear;
and whatever is done
by only me is your doing ,my darling

i fear no fate, for you are my fate, my sweet
i want no world , for beautiful you are my world , my true
and it's you who are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever , a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

Trying to limit myself to posting no more than 4 poems a week , ( for self-preservation reasons - maybe too late for that ) so as I have my little poetry book out , chose this one from ' nature & growth ' section , which I think is very lovely ......


St. Francis And The Sow


The bud
stands for all things,
even those things that don't flower,
for everything flowers, from within, of self-blessing;
though sometimes it is necessary
to reteach a thing its loveliness,
to put a hand on its brow
of the flower
and retell it in words and in touch
it is lovely
until it flowers again from within, of self-blessing;
as St. Francis
put his hand on the creased forehead
of the sow, and told her in words and in touch
blessings of earth on the sow, and the sow
began remembering all down her thick length,
from the earthen snout all the way
through the fodder and slops to the spiritual curl of
the tail,
from the hard spininess spiked out from the spine
down through the great broken heart
to the blue milken dreaminess spurting and shuddering
from the fourteen teats into the fourteen mouths sucking
and blowing beneath them:
the long, perfect loveliness of sow.

Galway Kinnell

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Originally Posted by MachGirl

Trying to limit myself to posting no more than 4 poems a week , ( for self-preservation reasons - maybe too late for that ) so as I have my little poetry book out , chose this one from ' nature & growth ' section , which I think is very lovely ......


St. Francis And The Sow


The bud
stands for all things,
even those things that don't flower,
for everything flowers, from within, of self-blessing;
though sometimes it is necessary
to reteach a thing its loveliness,
to put a hand on its brow
of the flower
and retell it in words and in touch
it is lovely
until it flowers again from within, of self-blessing;
as St. Francis
put his hand on the creased forehead
of the sow, and told her in words and in touch
blessings of earth on the sow, and the sow
began remembering all down her thick length,
from the earthen snout all the way
through the fodder and slops to the spiritual curl of
the tail,
from the hard spininess spiked out from the spine
down through the great broken heart
to the blue milken dreaminess spurting and shuddering
from the fourteen teats into the fourteen mouths sucking
and blowing beneath them:
the long, perfect loveliness of sow.

Galway Kinnell

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It is a lovely poem MachGirl :cool:

Walking Away

It is eighteen years ago, almost to the day-
A sunny day with the leaves just turning,
The touch-lines new-ruled - since I watched you play
Your first game of football, then, like a satellite
Wrenched from its orbit, go drifting away

Behind a scatter of boys. I can see
You walking away from me towards the school
with the pathos of a half-fledged thing set free
Into a wilderness, the gait of one
Who finds no path where the path should be.

That hesitant figure, eddying away
Like a winged seed loosened from its parent stem,
Has something I never quite grasp to convey
About nature's give-and-take - the small, the scorching
Ordeals which fire one's irresolute clay.

I had worse partings, but none that so
Gnaws at my mind still. Perhaps it is roughly
Saying what God alone could perfectly show-
How selfhood begins with a walking away,
And love is proved in the letting go.

C. Day Lewis

Some great choices as usual Alf and Machgirl. I've been theatening/promising (delete depending on your feelings about MacCaig) to post some Norman MacCaig for a week or so. I liked this:

Portrait

I draw you, so,
in the empty air before me.
The thin line goes unbrokenly
till it joins itself again and completes
the lineaments
of my ungratified desire.

More Norman..

Flirt

Before he met her
he was a fiddle bow
without a fiddle.
Now he's a part
of her string quartet.

I do love this book, there are so many gems. For anyone that's interested, its 'The Poems of Norman MacCaig' edited by Ewan MacCaig. He's written some wonderful poems about birds but I have just read this and like it's magical quality:

Song Without Music

I saw a hind (with time enough to stare).
I saw a trout flip up into the air.
I saw a flower whose name I wished I knew -
Outlined in white and shaded in with blue.

I heard a water sliding over stones.
I heard your voice in its sweet overtones.
I heard your voice, but saw you not at all,
Not even as ghost in the white waterfall.

I really like those poems Hes...especially The Portrait. Thanks for those x

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Originally Posted by MachGirl

Hi everyone ! Hope everyone well , have so many things to things to comment on as a result of my me being preoccupied all week .

First of all ' On the question of Lard said the bard " , I really like the poem Freckle , it made me laugh ! Your kind comments acknowledging my dilemma with smoke alarm the other night and the above mentioned poem , made me feel less alone somehow !

" A farewell To Arms " , really like that Alf , so very sad though ...... haunting almost !
I seem to be magnetically pulled towards poems where ' time ' is the main theme ..... the value of time !

Hes & Mossdog, just to acknowledge your comments re : ' the art ' , thanks !

Harry , just wanted to thankyou for your comments regarding ' Haiku ' ! Although I've always loved poetry , I'm completely out of the loop on anything but the actual poems themselves , so at the risk of sounding mentally challenged I have to admit , had never even heard of ' Haiku ' until you mentioned ! Am now reading up on this though as we speak !


I was actually going to post some of my favourite Oscar Wilde poems , in view of Alf's post ......but decided to save them for another time .

I have a backlog of poems , spanning last 15 years I would like to share .... :0) having never really shared my thoughts on any of them with anyone , so forgive me for any that ones that have been posted before .

This is the first poem , I ever remember trying to learn as a child !


I carry your heart with me by E. E. Cummings


i carry your heart with me , i carry it in my heart
i am never without it ,
anywhere i go, you go , my dear;
and whatever is done
by only me is your doing ,my darling

i fear no fate, for you are my fate, my sweet
i want no world , for beautiful you are my world , my true
and it's you who are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever , a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

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I love your enthuasism mach girl, its catching i reckon!

I am a big fan of e e cummings and really adore this poem, not sure if you saw the bb series a couple years ago called "my life in verse" which had various celebrities sharing their favourie poems...well anyhow Robert Webb (comedian from peep show) picked this poem and apparently read it out to his wife on their wedding day (how romantic is that?)

another one of my fave e e cummings poems (not this one as I orginally thought!) is featured in a woody allen film (hannah and her sisters i think) and is read out by michael caine....

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ieoFkuu_aNM

....i am a huge woody allen fan as well so the two together is just priceless...anyway i am waffling big time!



here is another e e cummings choice...on the innocence of youth...

where are you, little i
(five or six years old)
peering from some high

window; at the gold

of november sunset

(and feeling:that if day
has to become night

this is a beautiful way).

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Originally Posted by Hes

Some great choices as usual Alf and Machgirl. I've been theatening/promising (delete depending on your feelings about MacCaig) to post some Norman MacCaig for a week or so. I liked this:

Portrait

I draw you, so,
in the empty air before me.
The thin line goes unbrokenly
till it joins itself again and completes
the lineaments
of my ungratified desire.

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This is gorgeous Hes thank you for posting x

Alf-the walking away poem )especially the last two lines) is beautiful but almost quite difficult to read. I can really relate to it, mychildren are so brilliant (albeit tiring!) at their current age i don't really wnt them to grow up but I know that in a blink of an eye they will be 18!

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Originally Posted by freckle

This is gorgeous Hes thank you for posting x

Alf-the walking away poem )especially the last two lines) is beautiful but almost quite difficult to read. I can really relate to it, mychildren are so brilliant (albeit tiring!) at their current age i don't really wnt them to grow up but I know that in a blink of an eye they will be 18!

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I can really relate to that too Freckle. My lil girl is soooo cute at the moment...I really don't want her to grow up!
It's a while since I posted on here, I've been reading though and there's been some gorgeous posts....hope you all like this little gem...

A MEMORY OF A SEASHELL

I had no past
I had no future
I was always now
rushing to its silent end
sea sheltered salt scented
infatuated murmur
dying in a wave
grain spelled I simply melted
within a sea blue grave
oblivion

Miroslava Odalovic

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I can really relate to that too Freckle. My lil girl is soooo cute at the moment...I really don't want her to grow up!
It's a while since I posted on here, I've been reading though and there's been some gorgeous posts....hope you all like this little gem...

A MEMORY OF A SEASHELL

I had no past
I had no future
I was always now
rushing to its silent end
sea sheltered salt scented
infatuated murmur
dying in a wave
grain spelled I simply melted
within a sea blue grave
oblivion

Miroslava Odalovic

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this is so elegant, lovely stuff! ....please tell me you are doin simonside, i am so unfit ots untrue but stil going to try and get around, be good to see you there a year on!

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Originally Posted by freckle

this is so elegant, lovely stuff! ....please tell me you are doin simonside, i am so unfit ots untrue but stil going to try and get around, be good to see you there a year on!

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Awwww I'm not hun....simply because I'm not fit enough! :o
Would love to do it again...and get some more choccies!! What a fluke that was! :thumbup: Also I am now a Vet Category!!! So I could even be promoted to a bottle of vino :w00t:
Perhaps 2012? x

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Originally Posted by Mountain Goatess

Awwww I'm not hun....simply because I'm not fit enough! :o
Would love to do it again...and get some more choccies!! What a fluke that was! :thumbup: Also I am now a Vet Category!!! So I could even be promoted to a bottle of vino :w00t:
Perhaps 2012? x

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I really wish you were, thats a shame, I am soooooooo unfit but reckon I have got to start somewhere! hope to ctach up with you at some point, perhaps high cup nick in feb? take care you x Oh and the choccies, i think i opted for wine instead, just about says it all!

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Originally Posted by freckle

I really wish you were, thats a shame, I am soooooooo unfit but reckon I have got to start somewhere! hope to ctach up with you at some point, perhaps high cup nick in feb? take care you x Oh and the choccies, i think i opted for wine instead, just about says it all!

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Well done to you for giving it a go. I am not that brave, but I do wish I could join you!
Have a good un, you will probably surprise yourself :wink:

Well, first fell race tomorrow after quite some time and with no hill training and a dodgy knee (eeek)...so been looking for some inspiration...really like "If" by rudyard kipling and wish there was a female version, anyhoo...instead i found this little lot...

first some qoutes...

“The journey of a thousand miles must begin with a single step.” ....Lao Tzu

and...

"Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover." ......Mark Twain


and finally, a poem...


Still Here
Langston Hughes

I been scared and battered.
My hopes the wind done scattered.
Snow has friz me,
Sun has baked me,

Looks like between 'em they done
Tried to make me

Stop laughin', stop lovin', stop livin'--
But I don't care!
I'm still here!


well, if that doesn't get me round nowt will!

have a lovely night fellpoets...off to see the Kings speech!

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Originally Posted by freckle

Well, first fell race tomorrow after quite some time and with no hill training and a dodgy knee (eeek)...so been looking for some inspiration...really like "If" by rudyard kipling and wish there was a female version, anyhoo...instead i found this little lot...

first some qoutes...

“The journey of a thousand miles must begin with a single step.” ....Lao Tzu

and...

"Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover." ......Mark Twain


and finally, a poem...


Still Here
Langston Hughes

I been scared and battered.
My hopes the wind done scattered.
Snow has friz me,
Sun has baked me,

Looks like between 'em they done
Tried to make me

Stop laughin', stop lovin', stop livin'--
But I don't care!
I'm still here!


well, if that doesn't get me round nowt will!

have a lovely night fellpoets...off to see the Kings speech!

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Fab, just fab, the whole of it! xxx

Oooo and there was this one too...

Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark, in the hopeless swamps of the approximate, the not-quite, the not-yet, the not-at-all. Do not let the hero in your soul perish, in lonely frustration for the life you deserved, but have never been able to reach. Check your road and the nature of your battle.

The world you desired can be won. It exists, it is real, it is possible, it is yours.

Ayn Rand

Go Freckle go!!!

Good luck tomorrow, you'll be fine, you just need to get round in one piece and know that its a great start to your fell running year. In at the deep end, its the only way! xxx

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Oooo and there was this one too...

Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark, in the hopeless swamps of the approximate, the not-quite, the not-yet, the not-at-all. Do not let the hero in your soul perish, in lonely frustration for the life you deserved, but have never been able to reach. Check your road and the nature of your battle.

The world you desired can be won. It exists, it is real, it is possible, it is yours.

Ayn Rand

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Originally Posted by freckle

...really like "If" by rudyard kipling and wish there was a female version, anyhoo...

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You mean something starting like this...

IF you can curl your hair when all about you
Are straightening theirs........

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Originally Posted by freckle

Oooo and there was this one too...

Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark, in the hopeless swamps of the approximate, the not-quite, the not-yet, the not-at-all. Do not let the hero in your soul perish, in lonely frustration for the life you deserved, but have never been able to reach. Check your road and the nature of your battle.

The world you desired can be won. It exists, it is real, it is possible, it is yours.

Ayn Rand

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Inspirational stuff Freckle. Good luck for tomorrow. I hope the weather is better in the north east than here today. It has blown a hoolie here all day.

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

You mean something starting like this...

IF you can curl your hair when all about you
Are straightening theirs........

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Ha ha ha ! this made me laugh out loud Harry nice one!

thnx all for your well wishes! :-) x

Hello everyone. It's been such a while since i wrote anything and i'm woefully behind on this thread. As the following poem testifies, i've been a bit preoccupied with this and silly long runs before Christmas! I'm hoping that i might find the time and energy to write a follow up in a few weeks time. We'll see. I hope those who have trodden this path and those that have not find something in here that chimes. THanks and hopefully i'll pay more attention to the Forum's best thread!

The little one is due on the 25th Jan :0

OOP

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Baby Steps - Part One (38 weeks and counting)

A thousand miles, a single step
An epic trip, nights to forget
This nascent soul we brought to life
Is in the post, we’re terrified

We wait, the due date ringed in red
Bags in the hall, cot by the bed
Nursery in green (we want a surprise)
We’ll sure get that, gender aside

The books and classes duly done
In one ear, out the other one
The list is done, she’s fit to pop
It’s coming soon, ready or not

Advice dispatched, “it worked for me”
The judging mums, horror stories
Outweighed by friends who understand
Grandmas-to-be sit on their hands

And so do we, what can we do?
See out these days with just we two
Prepare the nest, agree the name
Nothing will ever be the same