Hope you recover soon Alf!
Clart: To daub, smear, or spread, as with mud, etc
The Commondale Clart is a good example!!
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Hope you recover soon Alf!
Clart: To daub, smear, or spread, as with mud, etc
The Commondale Clart is a good example!!
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A good description Hes...you may also hear the odd geordie use the following expression which I rather like..."What a clart on!" meaning that doing a particular action is somewhat convoluted...if Oven Gloves were here he would back me up I suspect!
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That's my vocabulary extended by another word now (though I'm sure it sounds better pronounced in a NE accent) http://i592.photobucket.com/albums/t...gebit/grin.gif
"Beyond a mortal man impassion'd far
At these voluptuous accents, he arose,
Ethereal, flush'd, and like a throbbing star
Seen mid the sapphire heaven's deep repose;
Into her dream he melted, as the rose
Blendeth its odour with the violet,--
Solution sweet: meantime the frost-wind blows
Like Love's alarum pattering the sharp sleet
Against the window-panes; St. Agnes' moon hath set."http://i592.photobucket.com/albums/t...ebit/wink2.gif
John Keats
Two new words for me Alf, tonight i av been mostly slathered in clarts:w00t:
Great stuff HHH - you must have been there, incognito. I really enjoyed this.
If only JCC had been a fell runner.
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Alf - this is lush! I put up the 1st verse of this a few weeks ago and declared the rest to be tedious waffle. I was wrong!
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Lack of emotional turmoil and the emergence of some kind of stability in my life is weighing me down! It may also be the beer. Anyway, I've added swimming to the weekly routine.
Speedos
Like the camera
and Shakira's hips
Speedos never lie.
So many great posts over the past few days and so comments I want to make , but I'm aware that some of my previous post's sound like some kind of lunatic Oscars acceptance speech ! So with that in mind , going to try and keep it brief .......
One Off Poet , loved your ' Baby steps ' poem , you magnified memories that I have , and all mothers have when eagerly anticipating the birth of a new baby ! Your poem is just lovely ....
Look forward to hearing more and to hearing whether or not you have a little boy or a little girl xxx
Ha ha ! this is one of your finest OW! shakira's hips?Quote:
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Alf- I did like the Keats, especially the reference to stars that throb :o
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a lunatics oscars acceptance speech? as we say up here "wye nooooo!" , your contributions are always warmly welcomed!
Alf , love this stanza taken from Eve of St Agnes ..... must have been tempting to post the whole poem which read as a whole , or broken down verse by verse, is just very beautiful ....... sublime !
"Beyond a mortal man impassion'd far
At these voluptuous accents, he arose,
Ethereal, flush'd, and like a throbbing star
Seen mid the sapphire heaven's deep repose;
Into her dream he melted, as the rose
Blendeth its odour with the violet,--
Solution sweet: meantime the frost-wind blows
Like Love's alarum pattering the sharp sleet
Against the window-panes; St. Agnes' moon hath set."
John Keats
Thanks, glad you liked it! :) Mrs OOP is due a week today and is as calm as anything. I'll post something when I can. If it's like it's mother, it'll be late, but always eagerly awaited!Quote:
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any sign of the baby yet?
i wish i could get an early night in! one of these days...
still aching in a most pleasant way following sundays exertions, particularly in the ol feet area...
Ode to my feet
11 miles of slog on sodden bogs
renders the bones in these tired feet
to the consistency of knitting needles
threatening to fracture,
instead, they knit together
an unlikely rapture.
The warp and weft of this,
a most peculiar reflection,
stubborn tussocks, fallen branches
and the mother of all clartage
coalesce into a nourishing
weave of recollection.
so, whilst it may perplex and baffle
the rest of the nation
that we should choose
such an obtuse recreation
We know in our bones,
from the tibia to the metatarsias
(so to speak)
that this is probably the best way
to start the week!*
*not withstanding those who got injured!
Ah well what can you expect from an insomniac! x
Clartage - very good! Love it :)
No sign of the baby yet, Mrs OOP is in bed and has been for ages, banking the sleep whilst I play downstairs on the laptop, abandoning a poem/rant i started about Deal or No Deal! I just can't abide that show and saw ten mins of it today at a mate's house after we'd done a run. I started ranting in his living room about it and felt a poem coming on. Alas, nothing came of it, other than the phrase 'pointless random guessfest'! It's not worth of a poem come to think of it, perhaps a Today's Rant thread is in order for the less articulate outbursts...
Also, was writing something when i stupidly left myself logged into bloody Facebook (or InYourFace as we call it here) and people started trying to chat with me! I lost my thread and that was that. So, poetry-wise, my wife's early night didn't yield the hoped for poem. Perhaps i could write about that...?!
As it is, much better to enjoy Freckle's offering than write one tonight :)
I laughed at "pointless ramdom guessfest". You really don't need to say any more!Quote:
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Best of luck when it all happens OOP. It is exciting having another Fell Poet baby arriving.
So you are not Kate Winslet incognito then? I'm only joking of course. I hadn't thought there was anything over the top at all. :-)Quote:
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On the one hand I'm really chuffed you are feeling settled. But feeling great doesn't do much for wanting to go training or feeling inspired poetically does it? More angst required!
Thanks for the speedos image OW. I'm just eating my brekky!
My speedos are all sleek on the front, but have now gone all bobbly behind from scraping my backside constantly along the bottom of the learner pool with the kids. :-)
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Excellent freckle :cool: The trees (some of which I think were deliberately felled across paths to block them) turned sections of the course into a steeplechase at times.
It matches my throbbing leg freckle :DQuote:
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Brilliant OW! In view of my leg injury I might have to dust off my speedos now though I might need a tyre lever to get them onQuote:
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Glad you enjoyed it MachGirl. I always wanted to post Goblin Market by Christina Rossetti which is a fabulous poem and one of my favourites but it is too long and it is difficult to find a suitable section because it is a continuous narrative of a poem. http://www.bbc.co.uk/poetryseason/po...n_market.shtml
Ah yes. Shakira's hips. Under-represented in poetry and a most contemporary reference. The good folk at google or youtube will help make sense of this fine poetic allusion.
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and Shakey's she-wolf video is something else....
**takes cold shower/thinks of speedos (same effect)**
Simon Armitage CBE on Radcliffe & Maconie on Radio 2 very shortly :cool:
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Just listening to it while watching the footy and looking at the forum as well (who says blokes can't multitask :rolleyes: )
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The Stranglers sounded fantastic :cool:
Folded Linen
returning
(home)
to folded linen
and the memory of
h-a-n-d-s
which folded
it
therein
lies
a gift
Lovely one Freckle.
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If its only "marginally better" it must have been pretty good before freckle http://i592.photobucket.com/albums/t...ebit/wink2.gifQuote:
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The Ambition Bird
So it has come to this
insomnia at 3:15 A.M.,
the clock tolling its engine
like a frog following
a sundial yet having an electric
seizure at the quarter hour.
The business of words keeps me awake.
I am drinking cocoa,
that warm brown mama.
I would like a simple life
yet all night I am laying
poems away in a long box.
It is my immortality box,
my lay-away plan,
my coffin.
All night dark wings
flopping in my heart.
Each an ambition bird.
The bird wants to be dropped
from a high place like Tallahatchie Bridge.
He wants to light a kitchen match
and immolate himself.
He wants to fly into the hand of Michelangelo
and come out painted on a ceiling.
He wants to pierce the hornet's nest
and come out with a long godhead.
He wants to take bread and wine
and bring forth a man happily floating in the Caribbean.
He wants to be pressed out like a key
so he can unlock the Magi.
He wants to take leave among strangers
passing out bits of his heart like hors d'oeuvres.
He wants to die changing his clothes
and bolt for the sun like a diamond.
He wants, I want.
Dear God, wouldn't it be
good enough to just drink cocoa?
I must get a new bird
and a new immortality box.
There is folly enough inside this one.
Anne Sexton
That's fantastic Alf...so much to do, so many hopes and dreams...yet so little time!
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The Face of the Day
Rain.....
friend,
to loneliness,
to sadness,
even to joy.
one sad drop,
slowly,
trickling down,
both cheeks,
of day,
and night.
she is,
so beautiful,
perfection,
to only the artistic eye.
beauty,
captured,
in a melancholy hymn,
of the dripping rain.
rare occasion,
most beautiful rain,
colors burst,
the sun and day,
complimenting one another,
in true perfection.
rain,
not always sad,
beautiful,
joyous,
harmonium.
tears of day, or night,
whether joyous,
or melancholy,
always end.
Colleen Delaney
Hey I really really like that - great Frecks, inspired. I won't say that I've 'cottoned on' to a pleasant theme emerging here because that would be a pun too far - wouldn't it!Quote:
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That's a great posting Alf and a new one for me from Anne Sexton. Particularly relate to the 'red' verses
Blimey! That's really powerful MG. There are some great postings on this site. Many thanks.Quote:
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Dedicated to all of you that have a race this weekend :)
Start Line
United in tension and watching the clock
Some slip into mantra, some jog on the spot
Old hands (and old legs) exude enviable calm
The newbies aren't sure there's no cause for alarm
The ambitious and fast place their toes on the line
A self-grading ritual fills the rows behind
As we size up the field, settle into our place
The most nerve-racking aspect of every race
The club runners chatter, excuses abound
"I've still got that niggle, I'm just jogging round"
Such one-downmanship ceremonies add to the nerves
Deep down we know we get the race we deserve
Our fingers and thumbs either side of a watch
The gun pointing skywards, the noise level drops
Some last minute warnings that nobody hears
The mayor fires the gun and we're off with a cheer
Brilliant OOP! We're doing the Stanbury Splash race later this morning and I'll be chuckling at the start thinking about this :)
Love it DT.
Hope you and Stef enjoyed Hebden and have a great race today.....well ard! :thumbup:
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That's great OOP. Lovely observations about the "self-grading ritual", "get the race we deserve" and "last minute warnings that nobody hears".
It really captures the feeling about being on the start line.
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Oh I do apologise for my prevoius post...I had credited DT with this poem for some reason! Doh! :o
So well done OOP it really is great! :thumbup:
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