Muse
running, art, taking part,
nature, sea, poetry
travel, sky, flying high,
veggie food, being rude;)
ok the last line was a bit poor but passion only seems to rhyme with fashion and that most definitely isn't a muse to me.
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Muse
running, art, taking part,
nature, sea, poetry
travel, sky, flying high,
veggie food, being rude;)
ok the last line was a bit poor but passion only seems to rhyme with fashion and that most definitely isn't a muse to me.
This is great...you were writing this whilst I wrote my last effort...ha ha, it is a far superior effort. :DQuote:
Originally Posted by TurboTom
World full of Poets.
I love this world full of words and rhyme,
Unbelievable verse spills from everyone around,
Don't let anyone say stop writing don't waste your time,
When i read your works i float upon high off the ground.
Words are for all they are the language of love,
You can show everyone your life and open your heart,
Your muse gives inspiration like the lord up above,
I must tell you all don't be afraid to start. Write !
By Matt Harmston.
Oh yeah Brett
im not even 17 yet
Change my age back soon
im not 36 ou buffoon
The night is drawing to a close and my eyes are leadening...I feel the need for an old chinese poem...good night friends one and all, present and absent.....:)
Secret parting
Po Chu I
There can be no tears
For a secret farewell;
There can be no converse
For a hidden love.
Besides our two hearts no man can know it;
Locked deep in its cage by night the lonely bird rests.
The keen sword in Spring sunders the twining branches;
The water of the river, though muddy, may yet become clear;
The head of the crow, though black, may yet become white.
But for a secret farewell and for a hidden love,
The two must be content to hope for naught to come.
how utterly lovely....:)Quote:
Originally Posted by tri-mind
Beautiful Poem Freckle.
lovely !:) i likedthe last line although i can't imagine wore hes ever being rude ! night xQuote:
Originally Posted by Hes
thanks tri na night and keep up the inspired works :)Quote:
Originally Posted by tri-mind
Oh Freckle, this is really beautiful and a perfect way to round off the night for me too. Goodnight. Sleep well.xQuote:
Originally Posted by freckle
Hes.
Talent,art,modesty,heart,
Hares,masham,cares,passion,
Teacher,student,honest,prudent,
Running,inhibition,kind,exhibition.
By Matt Harmston.
Hope you like gave it my best shot.
You are such a lovely guy Tri-mind...thanks for that, I'm really touched.Quote:
Originally Posted by tri-mind
Its been a laugh
Even if my poems are slightly naff
Im off to bed
To rest my head
I need a good rest
so im at my racing best
Alas it is the witching hour and I am about to turn into a pumpkin or something....I will say goodnight to you all and hope to see you soon, xx
Freckle.
Without you i would have not found this joy,
The friendship i have found within our land of verse,
Enjoying each others company no need to be coy,
Express yourself like i have tell freckle what she is worth.
I really mean this from the bottom of my heart,
Never knowing such wonder through my creativity,
If you hadn't this great idea my verse could have never start,
With your help i am immortal leaving behind a piece of me.
By Matt Harmston.
Hope you like it.
Hope I like it? are you kidding? I feel utterly moved!!!!!! thank you so much tri mind...it is so special when someone writes something about you...wow! ...i can't believe how productive you have been today....bet your tired tomorrow dear! but hey, look at what you have produced...well done!...right i had better get some kip, thanks again and more great poetry tomorrow...:)Quote:
Originally Posted by tri-mind
enjoy your race and get back here pronto with a verse to describe :)Quote:
Originally Posted by TurboTom
Tis now the very witching time of night,Quote:
Originally Posted by Hes
When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out
Contagion to this world: now could I drink hot blood,
And do such bitter business as the day
Would quake to look on.
Shakespeare in Hamlet Act III, scene 2
right i am really, really gonna go to bed now...honest...
night x runner
Night poem
There is nothing to be afraid of,
it is only the wind
changing to the east, it is only
your father the thunder
your mother the rain
In this country of water
with its beige moon damp as a mushroom,
its drowned stumps and long birds
that swim, where the moss grows
on all sides of the trees
and your shadow is not your shadow
but your reflection,
your true parents disappear
when the curtain covers your door.
We are the others,
the ones from under the lake
who stand silently beside your bed
with our heads of darkness.
We have come to cover you
with red wool,
with our tears and distant whipers.
You rock in the rain's arms
the chilly ark of your sleep,
while we wait, your night
father and mother
with our cold hands and dead flashlight,
knowing we are only
the wavering shadows thrown
by one candle, in this echo
you will hear twenty years later.
Margaret Atwood
The Passionate Shepherd to His Love.
Come live with me and be my Love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That hills and valleys, dales and field,
And all the craggy mountains yield.
There will we sit upon the rocks
And see the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.
There will I make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle.
A gown made of the finest wool
Which from our pretty lambs we pull,
Fair linèd slippers for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold.
A belt of straw and ivy buds
With coral clasps and amber studs:
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me and be my Love.
(Christopher Marlowe)
waking up to this poem was lovely...thanks for posting :)Quote:
Originally Posted by XRunner
Good morning one and all!!!!...hoping you get all you wish for today and tomorrow!
Hope is the thing with feathers
Emily Dickinson
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chilliest land
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
Muse
pizza, peat, Yorkshire Tea
Miles Davis, friends, Dusty
Landlord beer, Roclites, camping kit
Aretha, tussocks, millstone grit
Freckle, XRunner and DT, thanks for a great start to the day. I'm just dipping in before getting started on that blooming panel. See you later!
Just been catching up on some of the stuff you were posting last night
I really like HHH poem lightweight tents but I'm thinking spoken by Alan Bennett
Tri mind your like an eternal spring of verse
Loads of other good stuff too:)
X Country
Bang! Off goes the gun
A frenzied movement, we start to run
Set off at a ridiculous pace
We soon settle down for the race
Get to the hill
Im not up for this: My excuse, im feeling ill
I manage to snatch a lead on the uphill slog
Just got to keep pushing through the bog
Out through the wood
I start to feel slightly good
Into the finish neck and neck
Why did i leave it this lat? Oh heck
He makes a push for the line
Damn victory is no longer mine
My confidence torn
And my legs well they are totally worn
I make one last hard push
My legs feel like mush
Ive made it, I did it, im pretty sure i won
Then i remember the age old 'Its all about fun'
I collapse to the ground
My breath the only audible sound
I won it a trophy, cup
Suppose now the only way is up
Fair does i look like a fool
But lets face X Country is cool
;):p:D
The worst first day
some first days are good
some are bad
I know which one I p(h)r(e)e(l)f(l)e(o)r
i really like this...well done...i am inspired to go for a little trot now!:)Quote:
Originally Posted by TurboTom
Passion.
My love see me naked as born under the endymion moon,
Such wonderful purity the gentle breeze carress my skin,
Hold back your fiery sister the break of day must not be soon,
You come forth to me slowly with wondrous passion our love begin.
Merged as one nothing seperates our beating hearts,
Your hot breath on my skin carressing me slowly i give in,
I touch your body you groan your breath coming in short, sharp, starts,
Inseperable, entwined the sweet smell of love surrounds we can begin.
She moves with such delicate poise she throws me on my back,
I feel her warmth i know she feels me,her wonderful sounds of ecstasy,
We are getting close building up,up and up finding it hard to hold back,
Sweet ,Sweet nirvana both togther i want this to last for eternity.
By Matt Harmston.
Wilde.
Fill me with joy you beautiful youth,
But don't let the people know the truth,
Such a deep thinker a wonderful mind,
But thrown in jail as they don't like his kind.
Wonderful prose and elegant wit,
Society cast him aside penniless a misfit,
He found his love in gay paris in many ways,
Now buried there with other poets in pere lachaise.
Fellrunner.
Short of breath with heart pounding and tired of limb,
I am halfway round wasdale and the clag drops in,
Aches all over and incessant rain it'd be better to swim,
Asking myself what the hell i am doing on this mountain.
I grab a cake and try to eat mouth dry i take a drink,
Slowly the energy is returns to me my steps become more loose,
The fog in my mind is clearing i'm able to think,
Fantastic the clag lifts beautiful valleys, wonderful views.
Tri mind you have been on such a roll te past couple of days, its amazing! three great poems just posted...i loved all of them, absolutely brilliant...:)Quote:
Originally Posted by tri-mind
ps at this rate i think we will need to get you an agent!!!!
tri-mind, you're in top form at present! First offering is very steamy; nearly made me blush, and I loved the last two lines about Oscar! Have you seen his grave? Very impressive :)
I will let you into a secret when i have enough poems i think are good enough i have decided to self publish them in book form. Maybe about 150 poems or so. My first thought for title is The Poetical Scribblings Of Bipolar Boy{ and other misadventures}. What do you think ?. I am open to other titles and i would duly credit anyone with thinking it up in the book.
Quote:
Originally Posted by tri-mind
Ooooooo the excitement!!!! I will ponder on titles but I do like that one!....excellent news! :)
Two sides to every story, the poetry of MH gives an insight into life as fellrunner and his experiences of bipolar illness....Oooooo i can see the blurb on the back now!
There is this wonderful site call blurb.com which has everything you could ever need to have a professional looking book made up it's great. Hes told me about it and i thought i don't want people to think i am arrogant or i'm thinking what a great poet as it is nothing of the sort. As i have said before i love expressing myself this way and i thought why the hell not. It is not an ego thing.
I don't think it is an ego thing at all...i think it is wonderful that you share your work and all artists and poets must start somewhere in terms of sharing their work with a wider audience...that website sounds good I may have a gander at some point...good luck with it tri and let us know how it progresses, it feels great that you are persuing it....:)Quote:
Originally Posted by tri-mind
I think its all great. even if i dont understand it all the time :)
As ive said before im no good with massive words
Childhood
A sailor, A policeman, flying a rocket in space,
Cowboys and indians running all over the place,
A Racing car driver going fast round the bends,
A Wonderful summer evening that never ends.
Tigg, i got you and kicking the can,
Play soldiers through the trees see how we ran,
Football in the streets hardly any cars,
Singing songs from seventies superstars.
I look back at those days and it's like a dream,
Was everything as beautiful as it did seem,
Is my mind paying tricks about my youthful folly,
I hope it was that great as now all i feel is melancholy.
By Matt Harmston.
Observation
Gazing wearily
The goldfish appreciates
What it is to be truly alone