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we are understood
when the right words elude us
poems can explain
Sorry TMQuote:
Originally Posted by Hes
And then there were three
To put the haiku to bed
And rhyme one last rhyme
Lakeland Dreams.
When the evenings velvet blanket covers me,
I dream of your majestic cloud topped peaks,
The most wonderful solitude where i feel free,
Your beautiful mountainous land to my soul it speaks.
You can see to the land of the celts on a clear day,
Up pike, through scree,on ridge take in all around,
A place of worship for folk like me i kneel down and pray,
I am so lucky to be enveloped by this hallowed ground.
Scafell, Pillar ,Great Gable , Haystacks and more,
Derwentwater and all the lakes and many summits,
Feel yourself more alive than ever before,
Pray thanks for gods own land and the life you have through it.
Hi, Honey I'm Home
Now that IS good. I thought you had been quiet tonight, now I know why.Quote:
Originally Posted by tri-mind
That is actually a profound little haiku.Quote:
Originally Posted by Hes
I couldn't have putQuote:
Originally Posted by Hes
It better myself. Ok
Someone else could then!
Thank you. Quick question how do you guys start writing a poem what is your technique ?.Now i appreciate that not all poems may use this technique as i don't use mine on all but most say 70 % do start with my technique.
You've been really productive today Tri-mind, I'm very impressed. That's another lovely one and fits tonight's earlier theme perfectly.
I am really bad, I studied poetry form at school but never wrote any and now I just make it up as I go along, literally. The haiku is the only poetry form where I mainly stick to rules. Normally I just start writing and see what sounds good. I make my art that way too. It is very instinctive with me and less about rules.Quote:
Originally Posted by tri-mind
Blimey! Technique?. I just tend to wing it really. A quick test is to see what it sounds like read out loud.Quote:
Originally Posted by tri-mind
Good night guys. I'm off to my dreams.
Night Harry. I Think of a title and take it from there.
Goodnight HHH, hope they are sweet ones.Quote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
That's what I did with my Ode to Altura, not my most profound poem but I had a lot of fun writing it. I decided to do it in the style of a love poem so it would be comical.Quote:
Originally Posted by tri-mind
Night.
Shhhh the sound of your breath nothing else remains,
The frozen wind caresses the window pane,
Listen closer feel the blood pump through your veins,
You start to feel your primal self no more heartache or pain.
Lying in bed your at one with yourself restful and true,
An owl hoots outside and stirs you from your divine peace,
If only this was every night i would not keep myself from you,
The sun starts to rise my truth becomes lies and my dreams they must cease.
By Matt Harmston.
after gloomy hour
a line of poplars appears
watching the dawn
This is brilliant Matt. Its some talent for writing you have :)Quote:
Originally Posted by tri-mind
Very evocative DT!Quote:
Originally Posted by Derby Tup
Hello all
some good Haiku's at the mo keep it up
I don't want to sound like a whinge bag but I thought contributors to this thread would appreciate that of which i speak,
There is a heck of alot of negativity on some threads, some of which are inflammatory I felt myself welling with Anger, but the threads don't deserve the energy directly (having a go at teachers thread etc...).
Something else i've noticed is lets sneer at the newboy mentality. I have absolutley no truck with this kind of elitist and exclusivity rubbish. Glad i've got that off my chest thought this was the best place. anyway heres a new ditty i've started.
first verse
Softly now Winter treads
Charmless at first he gently creeps
Upon the amber, leafy beds
beauty pass ing while summer sleeps
Someone else carry on if they like, I pass the poetry baton...:D
Japan.
Speeding through this land of contradiction,
Two hundred miles an hour through lotus groves,
A cross between ancient spirituality and science fiction,
Lost in the streets of tokyo i see people in there droves.
Cherry blossom , divine buddha to truly be at peace,
People honour bound to live as they are told,
Learn many things day and night no possessions be released,
The land of rising suicide rate in the young but not the old.
Concrete, neon and schoolgirls knickers in vending machines,
Meditation leading you down the path to enlightenment,
Was this really the place of which the elders dreamed,
Or has all this technology lead to disenchantment.
By Matt Harmston.
I really like that poem Tri it really puts positive and negative cultural aspects of Japan in juxta position with each other, particularly like; The land of rising suicide rate in the young but not the old.Quote:
Originally Posted by tri-mind
Tired.
I am so bloody tired haven't slept for 3 straight days,
Starting to see things my minds addled i just want to sleep,
Oh christ this useless i'm walking about in a daze,
Shouting at everyone they must think i'm a creep.
My banging head who taken the ice pick to my skull,
For crying out loud just give me some peace now,
Legs are going i start to hallucinate my mind is dull,
Please let the night to envelope me so i can sleep somehow.
It's almost unbearable i can't write i have no muse,
I need to rest before i get ill but i don't know if i can,
The medicine cabinet stares down at me i won't look i refuse,
I'm told take these they'll help, get lost i won't they're temazepam.
By Matt Harmston.
The mountain-snob is a Wordsworthian fruit;
He tears his clothes and doesn’t shave his chin,
He wears a very pretty little boot,
He chooses the least comfortable inn;
A mountain railway is a deadly sin;
His strength, of course, is as the strength of ten men,
He calls all those who live in cities wen-men
Just one verse from Letter to Lord Byron. III (W. H. Auden)
As you know Wordsworth wrote beautiful poetry, but at times was a terrible snob who was appauled at sharing the Lakes with unworthy visitors, and thought that tourists arriving from industrial towns would diminish the tranquility. With the climate of the forum at the minute I thought this crituque of Wordsworthian type snobbery was as pertinent as ever.
This one's for you Neil
Whinging
People love to whinge.
It’s an easy hobby.
With few barriers to entry.
The start up costs are minimal.
No qualifications or training needed.
There are no age restrictions either;
Whinging can be enjoyed
By young and old alike.
HHH
Quote:
Originally Posted by neil wootton
Like barley bending
In low fields by the sea,
Singing in hard wind
Ceaselessly;
Like barley bending
And rising again,
So would I, unbroken,
Rise from pain;
So would I softly,
Day long, night long,
Change my sorrow
Into song.
Sara Teasdale
This is very beautiful and poignant HHH. I really like it.Quote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
I enjoyed this Neil. I find the letters of artists and poets really interesting and I liked your other poem very much. I wish I was in a more creative mood and I might have a go at writing the second verse.Quote:
Originally Posted by neil wootton
Evening Hes,Quote:
Originally Posted by Hes
It's a favourite of mine that just seemed to fit my mood tonight. I'm glad you liked it.
Harry
Which is your thread?
Lightweight tents,
Unorganised events?
Managing erosion,
Go-faster potion?
Must-do sessions,
Bum bag possessions?
Today’s training,
Yesterday’s raining?
Running in Kuwait,
Favourite inov-8?
Tomorrow’s hill reps,
Running up steps?
Barefoot running,
Race tactic cunning?
Stud spacing,
Race pacing?
Best way to run uphill,
Is there magic pill?
Bob Graham rounds,
Following hounds?
The one for me,
Is Today’s Poetry.
Ha ha...that's brilliant! You are on fine form HHH.Quote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
Race for life
my head is battling
with a body that threatens
to betray us both
Brilliant HHH.
I'm just having a giggle at some of the current thread titles. They just get dafter and dafter. :DQuote:
Originally Posted by Hes
I was thinking exactly the same. I saw one today encouraging people to have a whinge about teachers...I had to ask myself why? The stud measuring one was quite funny too. I almost replied to that in a very flippant and girlish manner but thought I might start something I couldn't finish!Quote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
I've always liked this poem and often ask myself the following question 'if I had taken the other path today, would my life still have turned out the same?' It can be as simple as catching a bus instead of walking. Driving to Harriers a different route....
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Robert Frost
I'm not really into poetry, but that is one of my favourites.:)Quote:
Originally Posted by Hes
I know exactly what you mean. I sometimes throw a post in, then get brow beaten by someone with more energy in the subject of "Today's Sausages" or whatever. (I made that up but it probably exists!)Quote:
Originally Posted by Hes
ha ha...I did get quite into the Today's Courgettes thread and that's no joke. I'm looking forward to it starting again next summer.Quote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
Yorkshire
Your dales and wolds such beauty there to see,
Steel,coal and textile mills made people hard in this land,
The rocky coast round robin hoods bay and pounding sea,
Forced to live on scraps of food from squires hand.
Wharfedale, Whitby and the wonderful yorkshire fell,
A peaceful night in a village inn with a pint of sam,
The North Yorks moors have me under there spell,
I am proud to be a Yorkshireman it is everything that i am.
By Matt Harmston