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I'm serious about the plates Hes! :eek::DQuote:
Originally Posted by Hes
Wow! that's impressive, really liked the one about being on the train to London but thinking about bounding over great gable...i will think on about others....:)Quote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
Great idea HHH. I can relate to the whisky after the bath line very well!! Here are a few of mine:Quote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
The wilderness and the sense of the power of nature
A sense of freedom and abandonment
Feeling totally alive in every nerve and sinew
The hand offered as you hesitate at a river crossing,
Falling and being lifted back on my feet by two men who didn't break their stride!
I thought you'd all like it. I thought people's comments were so good I didn't just want to hoard them until some time later when I got round to doing something with them.Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
HHH, that was fantastic and really captured the essence and spirit of our sport. It also brought a big smile to the face of a slightly weary, currently absent member of the forum ;):D:cool:
That's great. I like those images. Especially the last two. You've got me thinking now.Quote:
Originally Posted by Hes
I can't quite decide how to present them. Maybe as (edited) quotes, a list seems not poetic enough. I don't know. Some form of inspiration will smack me across the chops sometime. Then the work will begin! :)
I can't take any credit at all as I've just cobbled together quotes from other forumites.Quote:
Originally Posted by Derby Tup
Good to hear from you DT. Hope your trip is going well, you've had lots of haiku-inducing experiences and you'll be home soon.
HHH
good to hear from you DT...hope you can get some well deserved shut eye /rest soon :)Quote:
Originally Posted by Derby Tup
Cheers guys. Slept well last couple of nights (its 8.10am here!) and head's cleared now. Sadly, been too busy for haiku or much else but have been reading Jung Chang's epic Wild Swans, which has a kind of poetic feel to it :cool:
[QUOTE=Harry H Howgill;274189]I can't take any credit at all as I've just cobbled together quotes from other forumites.
here's mine for now...
the spirit of fellrunning (to me) =
fatigue, fellowship, pain, beauty, and an uncomplicated relationship with nature.
where human nature and the environment meet in a friendly fight
or....a variation
where human nature and the hills meet in a friendly fight
and...
an awakening from the sleep of everyday life
Hi DT, it is great to see you here. I'm glad that you are acclimatising a bit. Wild Swans is sat on my bookshelf beckoning to me...along with The God of Small Things. Never enough time in the day!Quote:
Originally Posted by Derby Tup
Good morning beautiful dreamers!!!! have a lovely day......
Beautiful dreamer
Steven Foster
Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me,
Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee;
Sounds of the rude world heard in the day,
Lull'd by the moonlight have all pass'd away!
Beautiful dreamer, queen of my song,
List while I woo thee with soft melody;
Gone are the cares of life's busy throng.
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
Beautiful dreamer, out on the sea,
Mermaids are chaunting the wild lorelie;
Over the streamlet vapors are borne,
Waiting to fade at the bright coming morn.
Beautiful dreamer, beam on my heart,
E'en as the morn on the streamlet and sea;
Then will all clouds of sorrow depart,
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
What if
One day running fails me?
The sidelong rain and leaves
Fail to dispel my fears
Daily strife steals a ride
On the body-bursting climb?
Focus fails on reckless descent
And “Brain off” is a command defied
By dark thoughts that
Chase down ghyll and screes?
Craggy wilderness no longer stirs?
The eerie raven croak met with disinterest
And I am no longer immersed in the wild –
Merely passing through?
On the summit cairns of Gable and Glaramara
The fist that wrings my guts
And crushes my spirit
Is there to greet me?
Where then can I hide?
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Originally Posted by Old Whippet
Oh my golly gosh what an immensely moving piece or writing OW i was nearly in tears reading this, your finest piece yet...Wow...well done you :)
ps a fear almost all on this forum can relate to surely? and well articulated
Impressions from a week in China
Endless miles of arrow straight concrete-walled toll roads
A Fritz Lang neon night time sky
Little old ladies pedalling their rusty bicycles in the gutter
Belching industrial chimneys adding to an ocean of smog
A Sunday market in the city; like going back 500 years in time
The exquisite taste of chicken fried rice
That amazing nostalgic feeling you get when a song from home comes on the car stereo; in this case, Tears of a Clown
My utter inability to undersand a single spoken word
The softest hand shake you've ever experienced
A showroom-fresh BMW overtaking a man pushing a hand barrow
Seeing people eating breadrolls with chopsticks
Ice cold Tsing Tao beer
Your driver speaking into two mobile phones at once; whilst trying to answer a third
One thousand tiny porcelain thimble-sized cups of green tea a day
Customers passing you their business cards with two hands before you do the same, half bowing, nodding very gently
Friendly smiling faces :)
Where then can I hide? - Splendid stuff. We've all had that fear.Quote:
Originally Posted by Old Whippet
What a great way to remember your trip. It reminds me of a few months I had to stay in Burma about 10 years ago now. Some very familiar images.Quote:
Originally Posted by Derby Tup
I used to go out running after work, meeting people who I could only communicate with non verbally. I had guides round pagodas from monks and kids, played football with lads in the fields and although I loved it, I've never so longed for home.
Absolutely wonderful writing OW and everyone else. Even when i have nothing to offer myself i enjoy visiting the poem thread everyday.
Hey that's one of mine freckle:cool:Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
I have always enjoyed the folk song tradition.
Here is a good parody verse from a classic Tom Paxton song:
Well I met this young girl at a folk club,
Like you do, like you do.
So I bought her a drink and we chatted,
Wouldn't you, wouldn't you.
And then after the show she invited me home,
And she said we were two of a kind,
Then she played me every record
That Tom Paxton ever made,
And you know that was the last thing on my mind.
What a brilliant idea HHH - a kind of collage of remarks, comments, thoughts, observations- and it really works. Thanks. Another one for me to print off and pin to my office wall - I think my colleagues are becoming a bit worried by the poems 'decorating' my office likes strings of buddhist prayer flags.Quote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
Hi MossdogQuote:
Originally Posted by Mossdog
We can all add to this further. (For a bigger flag.) Some of the others did last night. I've been thinking about some more additions today. Still not sure about the final format, but Freckle's Prose Poetry might come out top.
more later
- Whatever your job, we are all fellrunners in the hills
- Running past someone in full winter gear: crampons, ice axe, the lot. And I'm wearing shorts!
- No pins, no toilets
- No entry fee and no prizes
- Flagging the course, racing it, then picking up the flags again
- The fast and the slow, everyone cheering on everyone else in a straight up and down race
HHH
through inky darkness
paclite petzl pissing down
ends a crazy day
* other lighting and waterproof products are also available.
I'm glad you tried alliteration for petzl rather than rhyme! :)Quote:
Originally Posted by Old Whippet
Luck! ran dry.
Clear at first, rain later.
Luck ran dry.
Inspired by a very, very, wet w/e just over the border. I'm going to have to return to these beauties as they were rather chastely concealing their favours from us. But a magnificent fell running landscape nonetheless.
hail strafed Moffats Hills
pounding footfalls on bronze bent
mist clad trig triumph!
[QUOTE=Harry H Howgill;274430]I'm glad you tried alliteration for petzl rather than rhyme! :)
Yep, and I certainly don't want to fall flat on my assonance.
I even tried cheating Harry - results below.
Words and phrases that rhyme with pretzel: (9 results)
2 syllables:
detzel, etzel, hetzel, kaetzel, netzel, petzel, stetzel, wetzel, whetzel
looks like I'd need to be more on top of my Hebrew to make this work.
By the way, our instigator Freckle asks me to tell the poetry world that her internet is down tonight.
Looks like we are on our own!
[quote=Old Whippet;274440]ha ha ....Cheating? That's not cheating. ;):D That's called poetic inspiration.Quote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
That looks like tonight's challenge. What the hetzel is a wetzel anyway?
Quoting oneself is the way to madness, but...Quote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
Wetzel grid a direct-reading chart for evaluating physical fitness in terms of body build, developmental level, and basal metabolism.
So now we all know. :)
[QUOTE=Harry H Howgill;274451]just as I thought.Quote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
With Freckle not here tonight, someone's got to be in charge of posting some e e cummings....
in time of daffodils(who know
the goal of living is to grow)
forgetting why,remember how
in time of lilacs who proclaim
the aim of waking is to dream,
remember so(forgetting seem)
in time of roses(who amaze
our now and here with paradise)
forgetting if,remember yes
in time of all sweet things beyond
whatever mind may comprehend,
remember seek(forgetting find)
and in a mystery to be
(when time from time shall set us free)
forgetting me,remember me
Here's what I wrote earlier when I was sheltering in the barn during the rain,
There was a young goat called Billy
who liked to play out on the hilly
he ran up and down
looking like a right clown
and everybody called him plain silly
The Spirit of Fellrunning
What is the spirit of fell running?
Just turning up at a race, paying a few quid, and running - Borrowing a pair of shoes off a stranger to race in - New races starting, old ones dying - Waiting for the hounds to come in before setting off - Race you to the top of that hill and back lads - Helping on a Bob Graham leg for someone you don’t know - Just being in the mountains - It takes me back to being a boy, just me and my Dad - Giving it your all, getting covered in mud – It is at odds with a risk adverse society - Juniors disappearing, come back at 40 - A desire to lose oneself in the hills, whether by design or not - It isn’t all about the racing: the racing has changed, the running hasn’t - Whether the sport grows, withers or dies. That doesn’t matter. All that matters is that the fells will always be there for those who appreciate them - A sense of place, of territory, the connection between man and the land - I’ve known him for 20 years. I don’t know what his day job is, I just know he’s a runner - The fact that you discover something new about the country, and yourself, each time you run - Feeling naked amid your surroundings - Free from the world - I can be on my Monday morning meat wagon to Central London, close my eyes and see myself bounding over Green Gable - A sense of freedom and abandonment - A tasty post-race, post-bath glass of Laphroig - The welcoming attitude that all of you show to new members - Running solo in the hills. How can that not be free spirited? - The isolation, the beauty, the slightly bonkersness of it - Some times fast, sometimes slow; sometimes alone, sometimes with company - No barriers for anyone who wants to take the sport up - The people; competitors, organisers, supporters. All are welcoming and friendly - The wilderness and the sense of the power of nature – Don’t tell me all kids are fat and lazy, just look at them go - Feeling totally alive in every nerve and sinew - The hand offered as you hesitate at a river crossing - Falling and being lifted back on my feet by two men who didn't break their stride - Where human nature and the environment meet in a friendly fight - The pint in the pub afterwards, the banter, the mates, the tales - Running past someone in full winter gear: crampons, ice axe, the lot. And I'm wearing shorts - No pins, no toilets, no entry fee, no prizes - Flagging the course, racing it, then picking up the flags again - The old guy who once raced came along to watch. Nobody realises how good he was - The fast and the slow, everyone cheering on everyone else as they race straight up and down the fell - Fatigue, fellowship, pain, beauty, and an uncomplicated relationship with nature.
What would you say?
Welcome Mr B...I like the goat theme. Don't think we've had one on this thread to date. So here another...Quote:
Originally Posted by Mr Benn
The Goat
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.
-Rick Tankard
:D:D
Now that's really silly.
Ahem! I posted that on page 103... :)Quote:
Originally Posted by Mossdog
That's ok. Mossy thought it was too good not to post twice.Quote:
Originally Posted by Mr Benn
Sorry I'm suffering from 'brainlag'!:DQuote:
Originally Posted by Mr Benn
Are you in China with DT too? :)Quote:
Originally Posted by Mossdog
I've not seen him over here :pQuote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
jetlag cleared now
back into poetry mode
plenty of work though