Today's poet

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

I love how every time I come back to this thread its direction has taken another lovely turn.

There is inocent little me thinking that tonight's hot topic would be the fireworks. I was ready to compose haikus on magnificent roman candles standing proud; the great anticipation of a great whizz bang rather than a little fizz pop; the oohs and aahs of a receptive audience; and a quick sparkler popped in for good measure.

Hey ho. Looks like I'll have to think again.

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HHH you do make me larfff! :)

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Originally Posted by Hes

ps Moss Dog...that poem is great and yes, I think there is something else going on other than a bit of maple admiration. All that talk of seeds, sap and the morning after!

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good heavens - I've just re-read the whole thread. It's [U]all[U] smut and filth!!
and some of you are worse than others!

back to innocent birdies.

Starling 2

Ripe berry full gorged
Starling struts iridescent
Welcoming winter

Very nice OW!

I was going to post a poem called 'Mucky' by Geoff Hattersley but after Old Whippet's comment on the recent tone of the thread (I blame the recent voluptuous, full moon), I think perhaps I'd get myself banned so here is one that I like by Robert Frost:

Dust of Snow

The way a crow
Shoook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree

Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.

I like that Hes. But isn't it spelled 'rude'. (I know, I know)

Just thawed from tonights run. Bit further than I'd planned. This is my report.

Ascending Barlow Fell
Endorphins soothing groin and thigh
Grizzle becomes drizzle becomes rain.
Atop the moor unfolds Fawkes’ panorama
Beacons blaze to the North the South and Eastern sea.
Sky crackling and popping unnoticed
As I navigate the unlit road ahead.
My reward alights from the hedgerow
A barn Owl in flight
Unimpressed by the annual cacophony.
Rain long gone, sky clear
With numb hands back home.

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Originally Posted by Old Whippet

I like that Hes. But isn't it spelled 'rude'. (I know, I know)

Just thawed from tonights run. Bit further than I'd planned. This is my report.

Ascending Barlow Fell
Endorphins soothing groin and thigh
Grizzle becomes drizzle becomes rain.
Atop the moor unfolds Fawkes’ panorama
Beacons blaze to the North the South and Eastern sea.
Sky crackling and popping unnoticed
As I navigate the unlit road ahead.
My reward alights from the hedgerow
A barn Owl in flight
Unimpressed by the annual cacophony.
Rain long gone, sky clear
With numb hands back home.

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Ah this is really lovely OW!....and all your own work, brilliant!! :):D:)...i really liked the line grizzle becomes drizzle becomes rain...hope the hands have thawed out it sure is getting nippy out there !

ps i love the image of lots of little runners out there composing haiku's or poems in their heads as they run...

Great report of what sounds a fine evening's run OW :cool:

thanks F & DT.
I was thinking too, as I was running along counting Haiku syllibles on my fingers, what it looked like to others, and how many other folk are out there totting up the 5,7 and 5's!

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Originally Posted by Old Whippet

good heavens - I've just re-read the whole thread. It's all smut and filth!!
and some of you are worse than others!

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That's passion dear boy, passion. :D

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Originally Posted by freckle

ps i love the image of lots of little runners out there composing haiku's or poems in their heads as they run...

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Puff, pant, brain won't work,
No oxygen, wheeze, gasp,
Cough, splutter, blank stare:eek:

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Originally Posted by freckle

ps i love the image of lots of little runners out there composing haiku's or poems in their heads as they run...

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Here's a result of exactly that. Problem is though by the time I get back I've forgotten the exact wording that it took 6 miles to get right and I have to start again!

November night sky
Fireworks guide and applaud
Reward my efforts

Bonfire night is one of my favourite running nights of the year.