Today's poet

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Originally Posted by Hes

Hi HHH and Freckle (and anyone else reading)

I liked the John Clare, HHH, really lovely and Freckle's latest post was excellent. I'm in the mood for some plonky wonky doodah poetry!

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Hi there.

You had a busy day?

You get drinking your plonky wonky and we'll see what we can find.

HHH

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Originally Posted by freckle

lets hope that means you have an earlier night lady (???3:30am???:eek:)...sounds lovely...think i'll pop over....

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Definitely an earlier night, am so chuffed that I got my commission printed though, it was worth the effort.

I'll get you a glass ready....:D

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

Hi there.

You had a busy day?

You get drinking your plonky wonky and we'll see what we can find.

HHH

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Cheers mate!

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Originally Posted by Hes

I'm in the mood for some plonky wonky doodah poetry!

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Here's your man....

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ytc0U2WAz4s

Here's one for you guys by Carol Anne Duffy on another poet.

Emily Dickinson

Higgledly-piggledy
Emily Dickinson
Liked to use dashes
Instead of full stops.

Nowadays, faced with such
Idiosyncrasy,
Critics and editors
Call for the cops.

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Originally Posted by Hes

Here's one for you guys by Carol Anne Duffy on another poet.

Emily Dickinson

Higgledly-piggledy
Emily Dickinson
Liked to use dashes
Instead of full stops.

Nowadays, faced with such
Idiosyncrasy,
Critics and editors
Call for the cops.

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I'm a stop.
A full stop.
Not a half stop
or a quarter stop
But a fully full stop.
I lie on the line
Waiting for the right word
To come along
And then
I trip it up.
I wait for the sentence
To run its course
Before I slip
My tiny little dot
In the way.
Like that.
That's all I've got to say today. Full stop.


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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

Here's your man....

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ytc0U2WAz4s

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That is totally mad! Love it HHH. I have a book from my childhood edited by him all about bears in literature and he looks a lot like a painter friend of mine who unfortunately died last year. I can imagine Brian doing something like that too!

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Originally Posted by Hes

That is totally mad! Love it HHH. I have a book from my childhood edited by him all about bears in literature and he looks a lot like a painter friend of mine who unfortunately died last year. I can imagine Brian doing something like that too!

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I raise a glass to Brian. Cheers.

Enjoyed viewing previous pages, some really good absorbing stuff, wish I had more time to stay on the thread,,,, as this poem by Henry Twells sums up.

TIME'S PACES

When as a child I laughed and wept,
Time crept,
When as a youth I waxed more bold,
Time strolled,
When I became a full grown man,
Time RAN,
When older still I daily grew,
Time flew,
Soon I shall find,in passing on,
Time gone,
O Christ! Will thou have saved me then?
Amen.

Xmas on the fells

Legs strong, I follow...
Where we ran,
p-a-u-s-e-d.

Hey, Remember that bit?
I titchy and enclosed,
Stepping on a tussock so I could reach you.
the NEWness...

Nearly there, dark soon but,
No headtorch tonight.
Inky roof and tiny peepers,
Allies in this f (d)i(e)n(c)a(i)l(t)e.

Heart thumping and a salty heed,
i arrive at the wooded opening.

Kicking off inovs,
I clamber into a nest,
and munch.

"Look, I’ve put the lights on,"
You said I was in charge of lighting.
Silly me, I know your not there yet.

Heavy and heavy...then

A pang, I see my children,
big bear arms tight around them,
weeping and perplexed.

Eyes leadening,
I must rest now,
blessed still lulls.

T h e n ,
you are walking towards me,
through the trees,
smiling,and I think...

At last my friend,
you get to see me
s
l
e
e
p.


J R Hartley

Completely off tonight's topic. (Whenever dooes this unruly thread stay in line ever anyway?) But it made me laugh.

For gawd's sake don't read anything into this anyone!

As I was going to St Ives
I met a man with seven wives
Said he, 'I think it's much more fun
Than getting stuck with only one.'

Roald Dahl </B>

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

I'm a stop.
A full stop.
Not a half stop
or a quarter stop
But a fully full stop.
I lie on the line
Waiting for the right word
To come along
And then
I trip it up.
I wait for the sentence
To run its course
Before I slip
My tiny little dot
In the way.
Like that.
That's all I've got to say today. Full stop.


(?)

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Is this one of yours HHH? (or am I going to look daft again?:o)

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Originally Posted by Ambrosia Kid

Enjoyed viewing previous pages, some really good absorbing stuff, wish I had more time to stay on the thread,,,, as this poem by Henry Twells sums up.

TIME'S PACES

When as a child I laughed and wept,
Time crept,
When as a youth I waxed more bold,
Time strolled,
When I became a full grown man,
Time RAN,
When older still I daily grew,
Time flew,
Soon I shall find,in passing on,
Time gone,
O Christ! Will thou have saved me then?
Amen.

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Excellent Ambrosia, I know that feeling!

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Originally Posted by Hes

That is totally mad! Love it HHH. I have a book from my childhood edited by him all about bears in literature and he looks a lot like a painter friend of mine who unfortunately died last year. I can imagine Brian doing something like that too!

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My kids love this book its a classic....unfortunately it drives me a bit potty after a couple of reads but this link is class may have to replace Billy Goats Gruff Hip Hop version on the you tube list for the kids!!!!! :D

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Originally Posted by Hes

Is this one of yours HHH? (or am I going to look daft again?:o)

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If you are quick you can edit your last post to say something completely diferent. :D Go on. Give it a try.

Sorry, no. I couldn't see that author's name. I should have made one up.

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Originally Posted by Ambrosia Kid

Enjoyed viewing previous pages, some really good absorbing stuff, wish I had more time to stay on the thread,,,, as this poem by Henry Twells sums up.

TIME'S PACES

When as a child I laughed and wept,
Time crept,
When as a youth I waxed more bold,
Time strolled,
When I became a full grown man,
Time RAN,
When older still I daily grew,
Time flew,
Soon I shall find,in passing on,
Time gone,
O Christ! Will thou have saved me then?
Amen.

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Hi AK...by the way I love your signature its :cool:...i really liked this, I too know the feeling! :)

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Originally Posted by freckle

Xmas on the fells

Legs strong, I follow...
Where we ran,
p-a-u-s-e-d.

Hey, Remember that bit?
I titchy and enclosed,
Stepping on a tussock so I could reach you.
the NEWness...

Nearly there, dark soon but,
No headtorch tonight.
Inky roof and tiny peepers,
Allies in this f (d)i(e)n(c)a(i)l(t)e.

Heart thumping and a salty heed,
i arrive at a wooded opening.

Kicking off inovs,
I clamber into a nest,
and munch.

"Look, I’ve put the lights on,"
You said I was in charge of lighting.
Silly me, I know your not there yet.

Heavy and heavy...then

A pang, I see my children,
big bear arms tight around them,
weeping and perplexed.

Eyes leadening,
I must rest now,
blessed still lulls.

T h e n ,
you are walking towards me,
through the trees,
smiling,and I think...

At last my friend,
you get to see me
s
l
e
e
p.


J R Hartley

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I like this very much. I thought he was just into flyfishing but it seems he has a passion for running amongst other things. Sometimes it is hard to know which is the right path to take and you need a light.

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

Completely off tonight's topic. (Whenever dooes this unruly thread stay in line ever anyway?) But it made me laugh.

For gawd's sake don't read anything into this anyone!

As I was going to St Ives
I met a man with seven wives
Said he, 'I think it's much more fun
Than getting stuck with only one.'

Roald Dahl </B>

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Yer......righto!!!!!! :D

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Originally Posted by Hes

I like this very much. I thought he was just into flyfishing but it seems he has a passion for running amongst other things. Sometimes it is hard to know which is the right path to take and you need a light.

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a knowing :)

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Originally Posted by Hes

I like this very much. I thought he was just into flyfishing but it seems he has a passion for running amongst other things. Sometimes it is hard to know which is the right path to take and you need a light.

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I need lights, signposts, lots of cones and several policemen, and still I'm unsure sometimes! :D

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

If you are quick you can edit your last post to say something completely diferent. :D Go on. Give it a try.

Sorry, no. I couldn't see that author's name. I should have made one up.

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Ha ha...me know how to use the forum? You are joking, I press send and that is it. No hope of reprieve. I liked your Dahl offering too.

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

I need lights, signposts, lots of cones and several policemen, and still I'm unsure sometimes! :D

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You could always ask for directions...:D

There is a joke in there somewhere but I can't bring myself to be sexist.

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Originally Posted by Hes

You could always ask for directions...:D

There is a joke in there somewhere but I can't bring myself to be sexist.

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Never! I'll just keep on blundering on! ;):D

This Masham's resident poet Hazel B. Cameron.

Perspective on Love

The heart ignores the mind's eye.
It won't love in inches, miles or days.
It loves by weight - bubble light
Or planet heavy. Distant journeys
Will not assuage unwanted freight.

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Originally Posted by Hes

This Masham's resident poet Hazel B. Cameron.

Perspective on Love

The heart ignores the mind's eye.
It won't love in inches, miles or days.
It loves by weight - bubble light
Or planet heavy. Distant journeys
Will not assuage unwanted freight.

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Everywhere should have resident poets. I imagine her sitting on the village green dispensing wisdom through verse to passers by.

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Originally Posted by Hes

This Masham's resident poet Hazel B. Cameron.

Perspective on Love

The heart ignores the mind's eye.
It won't love in inches, miles or days.
It loves by weight - bubble light
Or planet heavy. Distant journeys
Will not assuage unwanted freight.

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thank you Hes this is gorgeous.....x

Oh dear I am losing the plot BIGSTYLE with the help of my friend Michael Rosen....

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3lOo315p9WM

and...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dWpn7...eature=related

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

Everywhere should have resident poets. I imagine her sitting on the village green dispensing wisdom through verse to passers by.

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Nah...she's usually in t'pub!

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Originally Posted by freckle

Oh dear I am losing the plot BIGSTYLE with the help of my friend Michael Rosen....

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3lOo315p9WM

and...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dWpn7...eature=related

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Brilliant, the last second is the best! Sshwoooo....

And returning to a popular theme:

A drink with something in it

There is something about a Martini,
A tingle remarkably pleasant;
A yellow, a mellow Martini;
I wish I had one at present.
There is something about a Martini,
Ere the dining and dancing begin,
And to tell you the truth,
It is not the vermouth--
I think that perhaps it's the gin.

Ogden Nash

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Originally Posted by Hes

And returning to a popular theme:

A drink with something in it

There is something about a Martini,
A tingle remarkably pleasant;
A yellow, a mellow Martini;
I wish I had one at present.
There is something about a Martini,
Ere the dining and dancing begin,
And to tell you the truth,
It is not the vermouth--
I think that perhaps it's the gin.

Ogden Nash

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Aye...i definately wish i had one at present!!!!! good stuff :)

I've only just discovered WHD. And I think he's rather good.

Seeking beauty

Cold winds can never freeze, nor thunder sour
The cup of cheer that Beauty draws for me
Out of those Azure heavens and this green earth --
I drink and drink, and thirst the more I see.

To see the dewdrops thrill the blades of grass,
Makes my whole body shake; for here's my choice
Of either sun or shade, and both are green --
A Chaffinch laughs in his melodious voice.

The banks are stormed by Speedwell, that blue flower
So like a little heaven with one star out;
I see an amber lake of buttercups,
And Hawthorn foams the hedges round about.

The old Oak tree looks now so green and young,
That even swallows perch awhile and sing:
This is that time of year, so sweet and warm,
When bats wait not for stars ere they take wing.

As long as I love Beauty I am young,
Am young or old as I love more or less;
When Beauty is not heeded or seems stale,
My life's a cheat, let Death end my distress.

William Henry Davies

Think I'll hit the hay folks, a lovely night...good night all

here is another cheery one from wore Edna Vincent Millay for my parting shot!......

Ashes of Life

Love has gone and left me, and the days are all alike.
Eat I must, and sleep I will - and would that night were here!
But ah, to lie awake and hear the slow hours strike!
Would that it were day again, with twilight near!

Love has gone and left me, and I don't know what to do;
This or that or what you will is all the same to me;
But all the things that I begin I leave before I'm through -
There's little use in anything as far as I can see.

Love has gone and left me, and the neighbors knock and borrow,
And life goes on forever like the gnawing of a mouse.
And to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow
There's this little street and this little house.

Tootle pip.............x

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

I've only just discovered WHD. And I think he's rather good.

Seeking beauty

Cold winds can never freeze, nor thunder sour
The cup of cheer that Beauty draws for me
Out of those Azure heavens and this green earth --
I drink and drink, and thirst the more I see.

To see the dewdrops thrill the blades of grass,
Makes my whole body shake; for here's my choice
Of either sun or shade, and both are green --
A Chaffinch laughs in his melodious voice.

The banks are stormed by Speedwell, that blue flower
So like a little heaven with one star out;
I see an amber lake of buttercups,
And Hawthorn foams the hedges round about.

The old Oak tree looks now so green and young,
That even swallows perch awhile and sing:
This is that time of year, so sweet and warm,
When bats wait not for stars ere they take wing.

As long as I love Beauty I am young,
Am young or old as I love more or less;
When Beauty is not heeded or seems stale,
My life's a cheat, let Death end my distress.

William Henry Davies

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Another fine offering. I have always found, when the chips are really down, some kind of solace in nature (and running).

Goodnight Freckle.

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Originally Posted by freckle

Think I'll hit the hay folks, a lovely night...good night all

here is another cheery one from wore Edna Vincent Millay for my parting shot!......

Ashes of Life

Love has gone and left me, and the days are all alike.
Eat I must, and sleep I will - and would that night were here!
But ah, to lie awake and hear the slow hours strike!
Would that it were day again, with twilight near!

Love has gone and left me, and I don't know what to do;
This or that or what you will is all the same to me;
But all the things that I begin I leave before I'm through -
There's little use in anything as far as I can see.

Love has gone and left me, and the neighbors knock and borrow,
And life goes on forever like the gnawing of a mouse.
And to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow
There's this little street and this little house.

Tootle pip.............x

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Poor Edna...whenever I think there is no point to anything, I go for a run, if she was alive today, we could invite her to join the fell poetical society.

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Originally Posted by Hes

Another fine offering. I have always found, when the chips are really down, some kind of solace in nature (and running).

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Running through nature is just the best. Good job there is a sport that does just that, or someone would have to invent one.

ps night night Freckle, thanks for some really great poetry today.x

And then there were two
To put the haiku to bed
And rhyme one last rhyme

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

And then there were two
To put the haiku to bed
And rhyme one last rhyme

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Beautifully put HHH although I do believe that I spy Tri-mind, evening :)