Today's poet

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Originally Posted by Hes

I have it! I totally love it and have posted a couple snow haikus from it on this thread. Do get a copy if you get a chance.

A fireman coming round to my house would be rather nice so long as it was a social visit!;)

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That wasn't meant to sound lascivious! Anyway, I'll post a haiku from Snow:

the creak if snow
in my footsteps
- the cicada of winter

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Originally Posted by Hes

That wasn't meant to sound lascivious! Anyway, I'll post a haiku from Snow:

the creak if snow
in my footsteps
- the cicada of winter

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i wouldn't worry about that hes! ;)

love that haiku , the creak of snow...what a line....so beautiful...thanks

Woman

She, the river,
said to him, the sea;
All my life
I've been dissolving myself
and flowing towards you
for your sake
in the end it was I
who turned into the sea
a woman's gift
is as large as the sky
but you went on
worshipping youself
you never thought
of becoming a river
and merging with me.

Hira Bansode

as stiffness creeps in
I ask myself was it the
hill reps or bike slide?

An hour in the bath doesn't seem to have eased my muscles so I'm heading for bed, I expect to be walking like a 90 year old tomorrow, no change there then!!!;) Night all.x

Fell runner.

Headlamp torch,
And reflective vest,
When out running,
Safe is best,
Fell shoes,
For a healthy grip,
Club colours on,
My Brown yellow purple strip.

By Herakles.

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Originally Posted by Hes

I have it! I totally love it and have posted a couple snow haikus from it on this thread. Do get a copy if you get a chance.

A fireman coming round to my house would be rather nice so long as it was a social visit!;)

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In Cumbria, if you ring the Fire Brigade up they'll come and fit smoke alarms for free. Might be the same your way. I've seen them bring a fire engine and several strapping chaps to do the job. Might be worth a call! :)

You'll be fine Herackles. I'm sure they'll be a friendly bunch, just like fell runners everywhere.

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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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A lovely poem Freckle, which resonated with me. It had a nice twist too.

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Originally Posted by freckle

Fairytales
Charlotte Ansell

monday she was someone
i wanted
to get to know.
i didn't understand
why i should
find it hard to hug goodbye
or kiss hello.

tuesday she rescued me
from the forest
of my pride.
a hundred years of branches
had grown up on all sides
i wasn't sleeping
more fatigued with pain;
something inside had been denied
until she came.

wednesday she said she couldn't
keep it secret
anymore.
she came and declared herself
leaving flowers at my door.
she said i was her cinderella
that my foot fit her shoe
but her words
left me speechless
i hadn't expected my prince charming
to be
a woman.

thursday she told me stories,
how love takes time to grow,
how frogs can turn into princes,
how the beast can be loved and known.
how expectations and assumptions
often leave a sour taste
and the mirror reflects
only the truth it sees
but only those who dare to
can see it and believe.

friday she took her pipe
and told me she would go,
she had kept her promise;
charmed the rats out of my conscience.
for her gift of healing
i needed to offer in return
but i couldn't love her
like she asked.
so she stole into the night
and i could neither fight
nor follow
even knowing she was right.

the fairytales i used to read
always said the princess meets a prince
but now she's gone and i've not found
happy-ever-after since
it's become clear
since she was here
second best isn't
going to be good enough
anymore.

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Originally Posted by Hes

Woman

She, the river,
said to him, the sea;
All my life
I've been dissolving myself
and flowing towards you
for your sake
in the end it was I
who turned into the sea
a woman's gift
is as large as the sky
but you went on
worshipping youself
you never thought
of becoming a river
and merging with me.

Hira Bansode

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cool......................hope the stiffness better this morning Hes....

Good morning all...

Well, Spring is just around the corner....poets paradise!

Spring is like a perhaps hand
E E Cummings

III

Spring is like a perhaps hand
(which comes carefully
out of Nowhere)arranging
a window,into which people look(while
people stare
arranging and changing placing
carefully there a strange
thing and a known thing here)and

changing everything carefully

spring is like a perhaps
Hand in a window
(carefully to
and fro moving New and
Old things,while
people stare carefully
moving a perhaps
fraction of flower here placing
an inch of air there)and

without breaking anything.