Today's poet

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Originally Posted by OneOffPoet

Is there such a thing as a two-off-poet? The last line popped in my head as a memory from Martcrag and out came the notebook…

The idea is you're only halfway in distance/physical effort…


Martcrag Moor - a poem

Things are getting serious now that we're on the moor
The fells that lie ahead are even bigger than before
So far so good especially now that Steel Fell's given sway
And the sun has joined the party in a non-committal way

Things are getting interesting now we're on the moor
A hiatus in the jumbled peaks devoid of pitch and yaw
A place to measure progress made between the rise and fall
The map says that we're halfway but we're not halfway at all

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Let's hope you soon make it three-off, because those are very evocative lines - more please - many thanks :)

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Originally Posted by Stef F

Fell Runners Tootsies!

Long ones, thin ones
short ones, fat ones
fell runners tootsies
all shapes and sizes
and full of nasty surprises

A toe nail missing here
a fungal infection lurking there
fell runners tootsies
what a shocking sight
you're sure to get a fright!

Blisters on the heels
blisters on the toes
fell runners tootsies
mud stains in the creases
a pungent smell releases


Sorry...bad I know :o :D

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Nonsense, that's not bad at all, it made me smile, it's a poem that's got sole:)

I missed this one this morning, but I'm glad I went back for another look. Its brilliant Freckle and a great inspiration for a Monday morning.

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Originally Posted by freckle

Cadence

I’d forgotten, my companion,
the one that never lets me down,
step after step
you take me,
heavy legs and gasping for breath,
back, each time
to the same conclusion,
YOU.

carry your SELF,
consistently and with perseverance
the rest will follow.
If you dare not look down this escarpement,
then look up.
If you are scared of slipping,
take your time,
but don’t relinquish.

Head down, small steps,
nobody else is going to get you out
of this little predicament.
The vista is sweet,
if only you will allow your eyes
to open
and falling (or is it flowing)
is just as good as it ever was,
if you could just let your
legs (heart) go.

Rome wasn’t built in a day,
and shoddy brickwork
never did anyone any favours,
so simmer down,
head up
and move bonny lass!

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Originally Posted by Mossdog

Nonsense, that's not bad at all, it made me smile, it's a poem that's got sole:)

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Very funny Mossy! :D

DT

I see you met up with the penguins at the weekend. It is a bit of an odd setting like you said. You imagine meeting Penguins somewhere remote and adventurous, not a place that looks like a Tesco car park!

Harry

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

I missed this one this morning, but I'm glad I went back for another look. Its brilliant Freckle and a great inspiration for a Monday morning.

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Yes me too! Excellent poem freckle :cool:

I liked the one by Stef as well. I worry about one of my knees but I seem to spend most time faffing around with me feet after a run.

Freckle, I can only echo what everyone else has said but I would like to say that your poem 'Cadence' was brilliant. Totally sums up the battle a lot of us feel when running.

Yesterday I cracked both my little toe and my knuckle and both have gone black just to add to the bruises from the bike spill. If I was a child I'd be taken into care by now.

once familiar
my pale body resembles
a foreign pallette

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

That sounds like a busy weekend Hes. Muddy grass, Mardi Gras, Muddy grass again!

Hope the feet survived!

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Ohhh...wish I'd thought of that HHH! :) Nice one,

muddy grass
mardi gras
muddy grass

(could be a haiku when written like that)

Calypso's footprints in the sand.

Ocean breeze through my hair,
Your light shining through,
When i'm with you i just don't care,
I will always love you.

Your skin of mocha dark and sensuous,
Perfect in every way,
With your love and power to protect us,
To be with you every day.
My sweet Calypso.

By Herakles.

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Originally Posted by OneOffPoet

Is there such a thing as a two-off-poet? The last line popped in my head as a memory from Martcrag and out came the notebook…

The idea is you're only halfway in distance/physical effort…


Martcrag Moor - a poem

Things are getting serious now that we're on the moor
The fells that lie ahead are even bigger than before
So far so good especially now that Steel Fell's given sway
And the sun has joined the party in a non-committal way

Things are getting interesting now we're on the moor
A hiatus in the jumbled peaks devoid of pitch and yaw
A place to measure progress made between the rise and fall
The map says that we're halfway but we're not halfway at all

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Martcrag Moor.... well, OneOff (or is it 'TwoOff' now?) this takes me back to the Langdale race...leaving Thurnacar behind and heading for the big buggers up ahead. My favourite bit is lines 3&4.
Hope you progress soon to being 3-Off Poet and beyond!