Please, please turn up at the first meeting with your now legendary blue dress. I'll be so disappointed if you dont!Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
If you do I'll promise to run slower than you. :D
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Please, please turn up at the first meeting with your now legendary blue dress. I'll be so disappointed if you dont!Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
If you do I'll promise to run slower than you. :D
OK OK but only if X Runner promises to carry my books :p...tee hee, laters (another school run now!)Quote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
And I don't think I've got an extension lead long enough to keep posting.Quote:
Originally Posted by XRunner
(And you can keep your Freudian analysis to yourself miss F.) :D
Freudian analysis? ...elaborate young man!.....bit more Kleinian anyway!Quote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
http://www.cartoonstock.com/newscart...s/mgtn284l.jpg
The first run of the FRA Forum Poets.
14 = Freckle:)
3 = HHH:eek:
28 = Hes;)
56 = OH
99 = ME (out of shot!)
The thing is, I'm sure it would work both ways. I like it. It seems thoughtful not just to follow the convention. The style helps to add to the feling of being ill at ease too, as in your second line. (I'm sure that was deliberate ;)) and I like the acknowledgement to ee cummings.
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Originally Posted by freckle
:D I think you just blew any brownie points you had with the young ladies. As for me, you're not actually too far out!Quote:
Originally Posted by XRunner
Heard recently that action man was making a come back for christmas. Cue John Cooper Clarke........
To be read at high speed and in a Salford drawl. (I remember JCC quoting Peter O'sullivan the horse racing commentator as his main inspiration).
action man
give him scars and khaki to wear
remove his balls, he'll go anywhere
he doesn't speak, he doesn't dare
death sneaks, he isn't scared
minus balls, he doesn't care
jacks beware, action man.
he can ack-ack Ackrington, bomb Berlin
reduce your car to a heap of tin
wage war, what's more - win
punctured skin means nothing to him
the human grenade minus pin
that's him, action man
a chin with a thin Kirk Douglas cleft
squad by the bleeding left
don't shout he's deaf
head over heels in love with death
beware of the wrath of the man bereft
no marriage plans for action man
LYRICS © JOHN COOPER CLARKE
Is this yours? I like....:)Quote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
thanks for your comments on mine...
off to eat salad soon (ref x runners pic!)
Freckle i thought your presentation was great. I really liked it a lot. Oh and why freckle ?.
thank you tri mind...freckle is derived "mostly" from the fact that when I was training for the Edin Marathon earlier in the year I obtained so many freckles that I feared I was in danger of turning into one huge one!, plus i thought it sounded nice...;)Quote:
Originally Posted by tri-mind
looking forward to more of your work which i feel has a great deal of authenticity about it....:)
that E Bye Gummings is careless with his work, take this which i found in some woods near me recently....
He said
He said
I
y(l)o(o)u(v)r(e)
voice and the
B-O-D-Y
from which it
comes.
regarding this pic....Quote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
:eek: and double :eek: and another :eek:
Not this time. I was looking for something else when I came across it. It rang a bell.Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
You don't like my stripey socks?Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
no they are cute..its my gut and bowl hair cut that is a little off putting! but hilarous nevertheless!!!!!!!Quote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
Wrong turn off Stanage Edge.
Splish, splash, slip, plop.
Squelch, slide , bog, slop.
Shoe, lost , left , stop.
Forward, stumble, big, Aaaaahhhhhhhhhh !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.
By Matt Harmston.
Something silly today.
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S(h)t(i)y(s)le
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Originally Posted by freckle
Like it. One of my favourite places, but I've not been there for years.
Was it raining per chance?
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Originally Posted by tri-mind
you know what...you are really, really, really, really good! (have you been published yet?) :)Quote:
Originally Posted by tri-mind
Very clever HHH! :)Quote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
I just don’t think I’ll run today,
This hamstring pain won’t go away.
My quadriceps are just too tight,
And these new shoes, they just aren’t right.
My calves they are as stiff as rocks,
Besides, I’ve lost my favourite socks.
My shin splints they are giving gyp,
My keenness just abandoned ship.
My foot’s got plantar fasciitis,
Or is that Achilles tendinitis?
I’ve got the flu, must be the swine,
No one has sore knees quite like mine.
My back is crook, my ankle’s sprained,
My ITB flared when it rained.
I’ve got a blister on my toes,
It’s got much worse; my runny nose.
My hip hurts when I bend my knee,
I’d rather stop in, have some tea.
My arches flat, my gait is off,
I really think I’m going soft.
My guts are sore, my backside’s charming,
I’ve lost my torch, mislaid my Garmin.
I go all dizzy when I stand,
I’ve got a splinter in my hand.
I feel so bad I’m gonna heave,
Will this headache ever leave?
My motivation’s done a runner,
Can’t find my windproof; what a bummer.
But then again, I’m quite the fretter,
One small run might make me better.
Brilliant HHH! :D
Just brilliant HHH! especially the last line! :DQuote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
It was freezing over here earlier in the week and I started thinking about Withnail and I, including dear old Uncle Monty and then Baudelaire
A Hemisphere in Your Hair
Long let me inhale, the odour of your hair,
into it plunge the whole of my face, like a thirsty man
into the waters of a spring and wave it in my fingers like a scented handkerchief,
to shake memories into the air
What memories of Oxford (or in my case, day release at Trent Poly, 1982-86 :o)
Thanks Freckle for the lovely comment. I have not been published and more than that i failed english and english lit and most other exams at school. I just find this thread makes me want to join in and if my poetry is crap i know that nobody will be nasty.
I've not seen a bad one of yours yet. (Said in a sincere manner, just so you know I'm not just being kind!) Yes honestly. :)Quote:
Originally Posted by tri-mind
Never use a knife and fork.
Stuff your mouth till you can’t talk.
Soak your pigtails in your soup.
Squish your fishcake into gloop.
Slosh your squash around your cup.
Use your sleeves to mop it up.
Suck ice cream from underneath.
Scrape your biscuit with your teeth.
Squirt your yoghurt from the pot.
Tie your sausage in a knot.
Paint a picture with your peas.
Squeeze some cheese between your knees.
Drink your gravy through a straw.
Bounce your burgers off the door.
Bung your thumbs in hard-boiled eggs.
Trickle treacle down your legs.
Pile up puddings on your toast.
Give your dog the turkey roast.
Hide spaghetti in your hair.
Keep crisps in your underwear.
Juggle jelly, tread in bread.
Balance bagels on your head.
Wolf down waffles while you walk…
But never use a knife and fork!
Neil Goddard
Thanks very nice o you to say so.
That's a really gorgeous poem DT. Thanks.Quote:
Originally Posted by Derby Tup
Well at least you attempted the exams ( i dropped out of english lit altogether and took a different tack)....up until about 6 months ago i knew hardly anything at all about poetry and have developed an obsession ( i need a new bookshelf for all the books i am purchasing)...i think passion and enthuasism and authenticity are far more important than formal qualifications in this area but thats just myy opinion....i don't mean to sound sycophantic i just really like the way you use language and your expression of emotion within the words!!! looking forward to hearing more...Quote:
Originally Posted by tri-mind
DT- i really love that film (withnail and I) it is so funny...think i may have to revisit some clips as we speak! loved the poem also
eerily familiar. I love what you have done with this.Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
Another HHH classic. Well done.Quote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
OW- glad you liked e bye gummings offering tonight!
been to my favourite second hand book shop again today (the owner is very understanding when it comes to my two little tikes tearing around the place and so i frequent it a lot, plus i can pick up books from £1:50 which is good for my obsession) anyway.... came across a lovely collection of robert burns work...
this one seems timely...
Winter: a dirge
The wintry west extends his blast,
And hail and rain does blaw;
Or the stormy north sends driving forth
The blinding sleet and snaw:
While, tumbling brown, the burn comes down,
And roars frae bank to brae;
And bird and beast in covert rest,
And pass the heartless day.
"The sweeping blast, the sky o'ercast,"
The joyless winter day
Let others fear, to me more dear
Than all the pride of May:
The tempest's howl, it soothes my soul,
My griefs it seems to join;
The leafless trees my fancy please,
Their fate resembles mine!
Thou Power Supreme, whose mighty scheme
These woes of mine fulfil,
Here firm I rest; they must be best,
Because they are Thy will!
Then all I want-O do Thou grant
This one request of mine!-
Since to enjoy Thou dost deny,
Assist me to resign.
trying to write tonight but getting no where fast....
An antidote to Last night's Horizon thread:
If all a top physicist knows
About the Truth be true,
Then, for all the so-and-so's,
Futility and grime,
Our common world contains,
We have a better time
Than the Greater Nebulae do,
Or the atoms in our brains.
(W.H Auden)
Well that definately feels like today.
I'm just glad ol' Rabbie never had double glazing, or we'd not have poems like that!
The writing will come. I just start writing lists of things I want to write about, and something of interest normally appears.
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Originally Posted by freckle
To gild refined gold, to paint the lily,Quote:
Originally Posted by XRunner
To throw a perfume on the violet,
To smooth the ice, or add another hue
Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light
To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish,
Is wasteful and ridiculous excess.
William Shakespeare
King John, Act IV, scene ii
My nerves are frayed and I am late to the world of fells and poetry and so I'll refrain on commenting on all the wonderful posts I've just been reading through except to say that I love HHH's poem about not running and wish I'd written it. Poem envy I think its called. However, how many poems do you know that are about carsharing? This is the reason I am not in the best frame of mind!
The Carshare
A carshare seemed a good idea
In the summer of this year
Times were hard and I was keen
To split the costs and be green
For one week in every two
I have a car and troubles few
For the other times I’m fonder
Of zipping around on my Honda
Some days my CG125
Has me feeling so alive
On others there is a sense of dread
As I unearth it from the shed
When the nights are long and dark
Being a biker is no lark
If the roads are cold and icy
Cornering is very dicey
But the worst is howling gales
That is when my courage fails
Gusty winds may knock me over
And under the wheels of a speeding Nova
So if you think you’d like to share
Just remember to beware
On the days without the car
If you’re going very far
Maybe better a hitch hiker
Than a flattened motorbiker.
Flamingo glides, stalls.
Dainty hop, a step, a stop.
One leg, one eye, asleep.