Today's poet

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

Brilliant :D

"Grating farmhouse fare" is a great line

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Farmhouse Fare is also one of Skipton's premier pie emporia (sp) ;)

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Originally Posted by Derby Tup

Farmhouse Fare is also one of Skipton's premier pie emporia (sp) ;)

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This thread is so much more than food for the soul. It has pie shop recommendation too. Fantastic! :D

Farmhouse Pies; feast yer eyes.
What kind of meat there lies inside?
They said its beef; it could be lies.
It might be lamb, or Spam surprise.
Farmhouse Pies; feast yer eyes.
What kind of meat there lies inside?

Now that Harry is poetry! :cool: Anyone who rhymes lies with Spam Surprise is both a master poet and a Masterchef :D

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

This thread is so much more than food for the soul. It has pie shop recommendation too. Fantastic! :D

Farmhouse Pies; feast yer eyes.
What kind of meat there lies inside?
They said its beef; it could be lies.
It might be lamb, or Spam surprise.
Farmhouse Pies; feast yer eyes.
What kind of meat there lies inside?

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DT and HHH you are so funny tonight....think i have posted all i can today, have loved all the offerrings brilliant...HHH loved the neil young lyrics and I too cuaght myself humming it, DT your verse as always is so cool :cool:....looking forward to more work tomorrow, night folks x:)

Night freckle :)

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Originally Posted by freckle

DT and HHH you are so funny tonight....think i have posted all i can today, have loved all the offerrings brilliant...HHH loved the neil young lyrics and I too cuaght myself humming it, DT your verse as always is so cool :cool:....looking forward to more work tomorrow, night folks x:)

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Good night

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Originally Posted by Derby Tup

Now that Harry is poetry! :cool: Anyone who rhymes lies with Spam Surprise is both a master poet and a Masterchef :D

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And without a rhyming dictionary in sight before Old Whippet asks. ;):)

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

And without a rhyming dictionary in sight before Old Whippet asks. ;):)

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I doubt there's a rhyming dictionary that'd come up with stuff like that ;)

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Originally Posted by Derby Tup

I doubt there's a rhyming dictionary that'd come up with stuff like that ;)

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I'll take that as a compliment! :D

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

I'll take that as a compliment! :D

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You're right to; it was meant as one!

I'm off to bed. Rare trip to spiritual homelands in East Mids tomorrow. Well, after I've had a run up Beamsley Beacon in my new Walshes :cool:

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Originally Posted by Derby Tup

You're right to; it was meant as one!

I'm off to bed. Rare trip to spiritual homelands in East Mids tomorrow. Well, after I've had a run up Beamsley Beacon in my new Walshes :cool:

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Bring us back a haiku DT.

Havea good run.

I've started on my book designing sleeve and starting writing.

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Originally Posted by tri-mind

I've started on my book designing sleeve and starting writing.

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Started! You've got a book's-worth already! Excellent stuff. Keep it going.

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

Started! You've got a book's-worth already! Excellent stuff. Keep it going.

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Aw that's brilliant tri can't wait to see the outcome...top of the morning to you all...nice to see you up bright and early as usual HHH! :)

this may have been posted b4 not sure...but i like it anyway!...have a lovely saturday folks

Touched by an angel
M.Angelou

We, unaccustomed to courage
exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness
until love leaves its high holy temple
and comes into our sight
to liberate us into life.

Love arrives
and in its train come ecstasies
old memories of pleasure
ancient histories of pain.
Yet if we are bold,
love strikes away the chains of fear
from our souls.

We are weaned from our timidity
In the flush of love's light
we dare be brave
And suddenly we see
that love costs all we are
and will ever be.
Yet it is only love
which sets us free.

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Originally Posted by freckle

this may have been posted b4 not sure...but i like it anyway!...have a lovely saturday folks

Touched by an angel
M.Angelou

We, unaccustomed to courage
exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness
until love leaves its high holy temple
and comes into our sight
to liberate us into life.

Love arrives
and in its train come ecstasies
old memories of pleasure
ancient histories of pain.
Yet if we are bold,
love strikes away the chains of fear
from our souls.

We are weaned from our timidity
In the flush of love's light
we dare be brave
And suddenly we see
that love costs all we are
and will ever be.
Yet it is only love
which sets us free.

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So sweet and so true ;)

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Originally Posted by Derby Tup

So sweet and so true ;)

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morning DT!.....:)

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Originally Posted by freckle

morning DT!.....:)

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Morning! Time I got moving. It's my eldest godson's 16th birthday today :cool:

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Originally Posted by Derby Tup

Morning! Time I got moving. It's my eldest godson's 16th birthday today :cool:

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have a wonderful time :) busy day ahead for me too decorating trees etc

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Originally Posted by freckle

have a wonderful time :) busy day ahead for me too decorating trees etc

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Though not wanting to turn this into the Today music style you tube like extravaganza. As the words will take up several pages here is a link to the Lion and Albert read by Stanley Holloway. This was on my first LP I got for christmas.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a3jXMsfLxhI&NR=1

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Originally Posted by Antisocial

Though not wanting to turn this into the Today music style you tube like extravaganza. As the words will take up several pages here is a link to the Lion and Albert read by Stanley Holloway. This was on my first LP I got for christmas.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a3jXMsfLxhI&NR=1

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Thanks for that Paul! An old colleague of mine loved Stanley Holloway. Brought a load of (mostly) happy memories back :)

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Originally Posted by Antisocial

Though not wanting to turn this into the Today music style you tube like extravaganza. As the words will take up several pages here is a link to the Lion and Albert read by Stanley Holloway. This was on my first LP I got for christmas.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a3jXMsfLxhI&NR=1

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Aw thanks this is lovely...reference to woolworth's quite poignant i felt!...i miss woolies this xmas!...nowts sacred!

Weightless
U-n-d-e-r,
treacherous currents of
change, awaits
a s(c)t(a)i(l)l(m)l
lake,
surrounded by the wood (of you)
Waiting, patiently
For your tired limbs,
To float upon
weightless...

christmas is a funny old time...everyone expected to be jolly etc and there is no denying it can be a lot of fun...but the sadness and loss in people's lives is accentuated by these expectations and brought into sharp focus i think...

remember michael rosen?...the children's poet laurete who write's all those really funny children's poems? I was in the library today inbetween xmas shopping and came across a selection of his other poems, written for an adult audience. Apparently he was inspired to publish such work after the sudden and unexpected death of his 13 year old son...this poem clearly refers to this...I found it really moving so I thought I would share it even though it contradicts how jolly we "should" all be feeling right now.....i love his really straightforward way of writing....

Could I have imagined anything like
the sight of my father holding my
boy's hand, walking down the passage
and into the front room, to see a child
of mine in a coffin? Or the sight of you
and me sitting in the middle of the same
room, as this new baby shuffles her way
along the sofa's edge?

i have been somewhat neglectful of the current poet laurete on this here thread..

Valentine
carol ann duffy

Not a red rose or a satin heart.

I give you an onion.
It is a moon wrapped in brown paper.
It promises light
like the careful undressing of love.

Here.
It will blind you with tears
like a lover.
It will make your reflection
a wobbling photo of grief.

I am trying to be truthful.

Not a cute card or a kissogram.

I give you an onion.
Its fierce kiss will stay on your lips,
possessive and faithful
as we are,
for as long as we are.

Take it.
Its platinum loops shrink to a wedding-ring,
if you like.

Lethal.
Its scent will cling to your fingers,
cling to your knife.

yup...that girl is good!

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Originally Posted by freckle

christmas is a funny old time...everyone expected to be jolly etc and there is no denying it can be a lot of fun...but the sadness and loss in people's lives is accentuated by these expectations and brought into sharp focus i think...

remember michael rosen?...the children's poet laurete who write's all those really funny children's poems? I was in the library today inbetween xmas shopping and came across a selection of his other poems, written for an adult audience. Apparently he was inspired to publish such work after the sudden and unexpected death of his 13 year old son...this poem clearly refers to this...I found it really moving so I thought I would share it even though it contradicts how jolly we "should" all be feeling right now.....i love his really straightforward way of writing....

Could I have imagined anything like
the sight of my father holding my
boy's hand, walking down the passage
and into the front room, to see a child
of mine in a coffin? Or the sight of you
and me sitting in the middle of the same
room, as this new baby shuffles her way
along the sofa's edge?

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I remember as a child Michael Rosen's happy poems of Eddie, and only found out in the last few months that it was Eddie who had died. That was quite a shock. You are right, there is such pressure that we should all be enjoying ourselves at Christmas. And we should where we can. But we should also think of those that are unhappy for whatever reason. A very thoughtful post Freckle.

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Originally Posted by freckle

i have been somewhat neglectful of the current poet laurete on this here thread..

Valentine
carol ann duffy

Not a red rose or a satin heart.

I give you an onion.
It is a moon wrapped in brown paper.
It promises light
like the careful undressing of love.

Here.
It will blind you with tears
like a lover.
It will make your reflection
a wobbling photo of grief.

I am trying to be truthful.

Not a cute card or a kissogram.

I give you an onion.
Its fierce kiss will stay on your lips,
possessive and faithful
as we are,
for as long as we are.

Take it.
Its platinum loops shrink to a wedding-ring,
if you like.

Lethal.
Its scent will cling to your fingers,
cling to your knife.

yup...that girl is good!

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That is good. An interesting choice of image. But it works. Here's another one...

Talent by Carol Ann Duffy
This is the word tightrope. Now imagine
a man, inching across it in the space
between our thoughts. He holds our breath.

There is no word net.

You want him to fall, don't you?
I guessed as much; he teeters but succeeds.
The word applause is written all over him.

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

That is good. An interesting choice of image. But it works. Here's another one...

Talent by Carol Ann Duffy
This is the word tightrope. Now imagine
a man, inching across it in the space
between our thoughts. He holds our breath.

There is no word net.

You want him to fall, don't you?
I guessed as much; he teeters but succeeds.
The word applause is written all over him.

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Ooooo nice HHH!...right i have been on this thread a lot today so gonna go and get a glass of vino and settle down for the night, probs pop on later if poss :)

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Originally Posted by freckle

Ooooo nice HHH!...right i have been on this thread a lot today so gonna go and get a glass of vino and settle down for the night, probs pop on later if poss :)

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You enjoy your glass (or two) I might just join you.

Burnsall 1910 {Dalzell's Race}

The reverend set the boys off at burnsall,
Off like a bullet Metcalfe,Dalzell,Greenhow and all,
Once on the fell Metcalfe thought his lead was enough,
He tried to outfox Dalzell by running into the rough.

But Dalzell wouldn't have it he raced young Thomas to the turn,
That was when Metcalfe realised his plan had been spurned,
Dalzell was only two seconds behind at the top of the fell,
Heading back down the hillside is what he does well.

But this time he was so wonderfully quick,
His feet ne're touching the ground his footwork so slick,
Like a gazelle he leapt way up into the sky,
All the crowd who saw it believed a man could fly.

He finished the race in the fastest time ever,
Many said it will stand for all time,"Never be Never,"
It took 67 years until someone faster crossed the line,
In 1910 in burnsall Dalzell ran 12:59.


By Matt Harmston

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Originally Posted by tri-mind

Burnsall 1910 {Dalzell's Race}

The reverend set the boys off at burnsall,
Off like a bullet Metcalfe,Dalzell,Greenhow and all,
Once on the fell Metcalfe thought his lead was enough,
He tried to outfox Dalzell by running into the rough.

But Dalzell wouldn't have it he raced young Thomas to the turn,
That was when Metcalfe realised his plan had been spurned,
Dalzell was only two seconds behind at the top of the fell,
Heading back down the hillside is what he does well.

But this time he was so wonderfully quick,
His feet ne're touching the ground his footwork so slick,
Like a gazelle he leapt way up into the sky,
All the crowd who saw it believed a man could fly.

He finished the race in the fastest time ever,
Many said it will stand for all time,"Never be Never,"
It took 67 years until someone faster crossed the line,
In 1910 in burnsall Dalzell ran 12:59.


By Matt Harmston

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That is one of the classic fell running stories. You captured it well TM.

Youth.

So quickly it's gone the days when everything was yours,
When if you wanted something your confidence would open the doors,
Out all night loving hard, living fast squeezing the marrow out of everyday,
Not thinking about the future just where's the next lay.

Now when i'm older i look back sometimes bitter,sometimes fond,
I just lived for the day never thinking that there was anything beyond,
It would be great to be able to go back for the day and give some advice,
Just to warn myself that all of the loving and living fast comes at a price.

By Matt Harmston.

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Originally Posted by tri-mind

Youth.

So quickly it's gone the days when everything was yours,
When if you wanted something your confidence would open the doors,
Out all night loving hard, living fast squeezing the marrow out of everyday,
Not thinking about the future just where's the next lay.

Now when i'm older i look back sometimes bitter,sometimes fond,
I just lived for the day never thinking that there was anything beyond,
It would be great to be able to go back for the day and give some advice,
Just to warn myself that all of the loving and living fast comes at a price.

By Matt Harmston.

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oooooooo tri now that i do like, very sat night :) hows the book coming along? plenty of material !

Top of the morning to ya! and its the best kindo of morning, the type where i will be up a fell, albeit bedraggled, but up a fell nevertheless!....have a good one everyone!

Butterflies in stomach
the size of pterodactyls
hope they make me fly as good!!!!

:)

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Originally Posted by freckle

Top of the morning to ya! and its the best kindo of morning, the type where i will be up a fell, albeit bedraggled, but up a fell nevertheless!....have a good one everyone!

Butterflies in stomach
the size of pterodactyls
hope they make me fly as good!!!!

:)

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That nervousness is
fight or flight. Don't bop no-one,
Go run for your life

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

That nervousness is
fight or flight. Don't bop no-one,
Go run for your life

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just got back, wot fun, poems to follow but extremely muddy....

record turn out today at simonside (116)

so nice to see deejay and mountain goatess today, i caught siight of old whippett but he was quite quickly a blur, which was a shame cos
guess which fell poet won a prize?......and hooved princess?

clarty as owt
with twinkly lights
a lung busting start
followed by gentle inclines
those people at the brink
have batteries i think!

a good time was had by all
over bog (and in my case three falls)
splattered in mud,
freckle and the flaxen haired one
exclaim "what a splendid run! "
and receive bitter and chocolates
just for fun!

ah well, who cares if it doesn't rhyme perfectly?... what a great morning, need to organise my next race quick sharp! :):D:) and lookingforward to seeing you forumties in the flesh again soon! :)

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

That nervousness is
fight or flight. Don't bop no-one,
Go run for your life

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awww thanks HHH it was such a lovely run, really enjoyed it, think you and some other fell poets shoud do it next year! imagine? wud be such a laff :)

Hope you had a good run freckle :)

Calderdale Relay
leg four with forumite friends
great December fun!

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Originally Posted by Derby Tup

Hope you had a good run freckle :)

Calderdale Relay
leg four with forumite friends
great December fun!

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sounds cool DT nice one :)

Today was one of the best days of my life.
Nothing of any importance occurred -
I cut my finger on a paperknife
And marvelled at a busy hummingbird
Plucking out wet moss by a waterfall;
Broke bread with friends and shared a glass of wine;
Wrote this poem; swam; made love. That’s all.
Why should it be some days erect a shrine...
A cairn, a white stone day, in memory?
Is it, as Buddhists claim, a lack of need,
Or want? Or simple serendipity,
The perfect flowering of one small seed?
The wise will say our frames are none too pure:
How many perfect days could we endure?

Felix Dennis

Right off for a curry soon...well a girl's gotta eat after 11 miles yer know!