Today's poet

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Originally Posted by Old Whippet

This has not been a winter for motorcyclists! Hope you're ok, and very impressed that by the time you have finished sliding down the road, there's already a Haiku sorted.
Right - back to work....

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Thanks OW, got to turn these things into positives!

Back to work for me too...I have an agreement with my friend to work really hard for a couple weeks so that we can have time off for a fell running excursion. Can't miss that, off I go!

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Originally Posted by Stef F

Yikes...good think it wasn't the flat. the lady downstairs would've had a soaking!

Glad to hear noone was hurt. Must fix my smoke alarm.

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I know, thank the lord for smoke alarms and fuses!!!!!!

thanks all

x

All the kings horses
Charlotte Ansell

You are not the answer
to my questions,
you are not the saviour
to bring me deliverance,
you are not the prophet
to tell me the meaning
of my dreams,
you are not a wise-man
to tell me
things aren't what they seem.

You are not all the king's horses,
and all the kings men,
and even if you were, like them
you couldn't put me together again.

You are not a knight in shining armour,
to rescue me from the tower.
You are not going to slay the dragon
or arrive in my final hour.
You are no magician,
to cut me in half then
Make me whole.
I may not fit together too well
but mending me is not your role.

I am no beauty, you are not the beast,
this isn't something that a kiss could relieve.
You are not a gypsy
whose palm I will cross with gold,
I haven't come to you
to have my fortune told.
You are not my guardian angel,
you are definately not divine,
I am not asking for a sign.

You are not all the king's horses,
and all the king's men
and even if you were like them
it happened to fast;
you cannot undo what's already past
all I ask if for you
to bear with me.

You are not an astrologer,
to predict my future from the stars
you are not my sun and moon,
to dictate my hours.
You are not my boatman,
to row me to the shore.
You are not my keeper,
to hold me safe behind closed doors.

You are not all the king's horses
and all the king's men.
You cannot save me from my fate,
and even if you could
like them you arrived too late.
You cannot undo what's already past
all I ask if for you
to bear with me.

You are none of those things
neither should you be.
I don't want to crush you
with the burden of me.
I don't want to shatter you
or drive you away;
make a monster out of either one of us,
or dig love an early grave.
I',m not asking to be saved
just cherished.
Not revered,
but also not diminished.

You are a beautiful man
but just a man.
I want each of us to find
our own identities,
name our needs,
plant the seeds of living.
I only ask that you stay with me
while I fight my fight,
and I will do the same for you.
But I am no saviour, deliverer or healer
no wise woman, nor gypsy, nor angel either.
But humour me
Because I am a dreamer.

Let all the king's horses
and all the king's men,
go rescue some other victim who's fallen from his wall.
If they couldn't be there
to break his fall
they won't break mine.

We only have ourselves.
We only get one chance;
the rescuer, the rescued
caught in their eternal dance
don't help anymore
especially not themselves
that's the myth I'm trying to fell.
So lets begin the future...
rescue ourselves



phew!!!!! i typed all that yer know! but she is good ain't she?

Oh yes I can relate to this very well. Here's to the future and a happy one at that :)

Have you dried out yet? :eek:

Stef
x

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Originally Posted by freckle

All the kings horses
Charlotte Ansell

You are not the answer
to my questions,
you are not the saviour
to bring me deliverance,
you are not the prophet
to tell me the meaning
of my dreams,
you are not a wise-man
to tell me
things aren't what they seem.

You are not all the king's horses,
and all the kings men,
and even if you were, like them
you couldn't put me together again.

You are not a knight in shining armour,
to rescue me from the tower.
You are not going to slay the dragon
or arrive in my final hour.
You are no magician,
to cut me in half then
Make me whole.
I may not fit together too well
but mending me is not your role.

I am no beauty, you are not the beast,
this isn't something that a kiss could relieve.
You are not a gypsy
whose palm I will cross with gold,
I haven't come to you
to have my fortune told.
You are not my guardian angel,
you are definately not divine,
I am not asking for a sign.

You are not all the king's horses,
and all the king's men
and even if you were like them
it happened to fast;
you cannot undo what's already past
all I ask if for you
to bear with me.

You are not an astrologer,
to predict my future from the stars
you are not my sun and moon,
to dictate my hours.
You are not my boatman,
to row me to the shore.
You are not my keeper,
to hold me safe behind closed doors.

You are not all the king's horses
and all the king's men.
You cannot save me from my fate,
and even if you could
like them you arrived too late.
You cannot undo what's already past
all I ask if for you
to bear with me.

You are none of those things
neither should you be.
I don't want to crush you
with the burden of me.
I don't want to shatter you
or drive you away;
make a monster out of either one of us,
or dig love an early grave.
I',m not asking to be saved
just cherished.
Not revered,
but also not diminished.

You are a beautiful man
but just a man.
I want each of us to find
our own identities,
name our needs,
plant the seeds of living.
I only ask that you stay with me
while I fight my fight,
and I will do the same for you.
But I am no saviour, deliverer or healer
no wise woman, nor gypsy, nor angel either.
But humour me
Because I am a dreamer.

Let all the king's horses
and all the king's men,
go rescue some other victim who's fallen from his wall.
If they couldn't be there
to break his fall
they won't break mine.

We only have ourselves.
We only get one chance;
the rescuer, the rescued
caught in their eternal dance
don't help anymore
especially not themselves
that's the myth I'm trying to fell.
So lets begin the future...
rescue ourselves



phew!!!!! i typed all that yer know! but she is good ain't she?

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Hello, good evening and welcome

Went to the library the other day to check if they as got any good poetry books innit. I left packing some Carol Anne Duffy, Simon Armitage and some new dude called Paul Farley, He is like me number one poetry homie now innit. You need to check im out cuz e iz well good.

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Originally Posted by freckle

All the kings horses
Charlotte Ansell

You are not the answer
to my questions,
you are not the saviour
to bring me deliverance,
you are not the prophet
to tell me the meaning
of my dreams,
you are not a wise-man
to tell me
things aren't what they seem.

You are not all the king's horses,
and all the kings men,
and even if you were, like them
you couldn't put me together again.

You are not a knight in shining armour,
to rescue me from the tower.
You are not going to slay the dragon
or arrive in my final hour.
You are no magician,
to cut me in half then
Make me whole.
I may not fit together too well
but mending me is not your role.

I am no beauty, you are not the beast,
this isn't something that a kiss could relieve.
You are not a gypsy
whose palm I will cross with gold,
I haven't come to you
to have my fortune told.
You are not my guardian angel,
you are definately not divine,
I am not asking for a sign.

You are not all the king's horses,
and all the king's men
and even if you were like them
it happened to fast;
you cannot undo what's already past
all I ask if for you
to bear with me.

You are not an astrologer,
to predict my future from the stars
you are not my sun and moon,
to dictate my hours.
You are not my boatman,
to row me to the shore.
You are not my keeper,
to hold me safe behind closed doors.

You are not all the king's horses
and all the king's men.
You cannot save me from my fate,
and even if you could
like them you arrived too late.
You cannot undo what's already past
all I ask if for you
to bear with me.

You are none of those things
neither should you be.
I don't want to crush you
with the burden of me.
I don't want to shatter you
or drive you away;
make a monster out of either one of us,
or dig love an early grave.
I',m not asking to be saved
just cherished.
Not revered,
but also not diminished.

You are a beautiful man
but just a man.
I want each of us to find
our own identities,
name our needs,
plant the seeds of living.
I only ask that you stay with me
while I fight my fight,
and I will do the same for you.
But I am no saviour, deliverer or healer
no wise woman, nor gypsy, nor angel either.
But humour me
Because I am a dreamer.

Let all the king's horses
and all the king's men,
go rescue some other victim who's fallen from his wall.
If they couldn't be there
to break his fall
they won't break mine.

We only have ourselves.
We only get one chance;
the rescuer, the rescued
caught in their eternal dance
don't help anymore
especially not themselves
that's the myth I'm trying to fell.
So lets begin the future...
rescue ourselves



phew!!!!! i typed all that yer know! but she is good ain't she?

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Oh boy Frecks - that' so spookily apposite, I'm all a quiver now:(

Quote:

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Originally Posted by freckle

All the kings horses
Charlotte Ansell

You are not the answer
to my questions,
you are not the saviour
to bring me deliverance,
you are not the prophet
to tell me the meaning
of my dreams,
you are not a wise-man
to tell me
things aren't what they seem.

You are not all the king's horses,
and all the kings men,
and even if you were, like them
you couldn't put me together again.

You are not a knight in shining armour,
to rescue me from the tower.
You are not going to slay the dragon
or arrive in my final hour.
You are no magician,
to cut me in half then
Make me whole.
I may not fit together too well
but mending me is not your role.

I am no beauty, you are not the beast,
this isn't something that a kiss could relieve.
You are not a gypsy
whose palm I will cross with gold,
I haven't come to you
to have my fortune told.
You are not my guardian angel,
you are definately not divine,
I am not asking for a sign.

You are not all the king's horses,
and all the king's men
and even if you were like them
it happened to fast;
you cannot undo what's already past
all I ask if for you
to bear with me.

You are not an astrologer,
to predict my future from the stars
you are not my sun and moon,
to dictate my hours.
You are not my boatman,
to row me to the shore.
You are not my keeper,
to hold me safe behind closed doors.

You are not all the king's horses
and all the king's men.
You cannot save me from my fate,
and even if you could
like them you arrived too late.
You cannot undo what's already past
all I ask if for you
to bear with me.

You are none of those things
neither should you be.
I don't want to crush you
with the burden of me.
I don't want to shatter you
or drive you away;
make a monster out of either one of us,
or dig love an early grave.
I',m not asking to be saved
just cherished.
Not revered,
but also not diminished.

You are a beautiful man
but just a man.
I want each of us to find
our own identities,
name our needs,
plant the seeds of living.
I only ask that you stay with me
while I fight my fight,
and I will do the same for you.
But I am no saviour, deliverer or healer
no wise woman, nor gypsy, nor angel either.
But humour me
Because I am a dreamer.

Let all the king's horses
and all the king's men,
go rescue some other victim who's fallen from his wall.
If they couldn't be there
to break his fall
they won't break mine.

We only have ourselves.
We only get one chance;
the rescuer, the rescued
caught in their eternal dance
don't help anymore
especially not themselves
that's the myth I'm trying to fell.
So lets begin the future...
rescue ourselves



phew!!!!! i typed all that yer know! but she is good ain't she?

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Thanks going to the effort typing that up. It was well worth it. Its lovely and I can relate to that. I wish I was as good at articulating my feelings as some of these great poets. :)

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Originally Posted by Mossdog

Oh boy Frecks - that' so spookily apposite, I'm all a quiver now:(

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i have such great telepathy! glad you all liked the poem i think she is really talented and i'll post some more of her stuff when i can be bothered to get typing again! N dubya post some of this new fellow then!....pleeeeeeeeeeeeease :)

ps stef, the kitchen is just about dry now but i need a new washer and fridge!!!!! but at least we are in one piece...go check your fire alarm girls and boys!

Dark Peak Virgin.

Going to clubhouse tomorrow,
Into the Dark Peak lair,
Walk in they all turn round,
What is Johnny Vegas doing here.

More machines in here,
Than your average Terminator movie,
I'm feeling nervous,
I hope things go well.

By Herakles.

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Originally Posted by Herakles

Dark Peak Virgin.

Going to clubhouse tomorrow,
Into the Dark Peak lair,
Walk in they all turn round,
What is Johnny Vegas doing here.

More machines in here,
Than your average Terminator movie,
I'm feeling nervous,
I hope things go well.

By Herakles.

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You'll be fine mate, fells are free for everyone, even Johnny Vegas, relax and enjoy yourself;)