Today's poet

I found the haiku on blue tits I mentioned earlier...

as one lands, one flits
to the branch where the next sits -
a wheel of blue tits

Hamish Ironside

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

Anywhere from Dufton to Hawes is pretty near to me. We shouldn't just think about his stops, we are the FPS; we should be meeting him up a hill somewhere. I might know somewhere near Hawes that might be able to host him. I'll make some enquiries.

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Ooooooooo, so exciting! i like the idea of us all meeting him up a hill somewhere! and just so he doesn't feel left out i'll offer to walk alongside him when you all speed off into the distance! ;).....perhaps i should drop him a line, drawing his attention to the thread and saying that we would like to help out? is that ok with you guys? he could always do a poetry reading up a hill? anyone with a giant tent?

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Originally Posted by freckle

Ooooooooo, so exciting! i like the idea of us all meeting him up a hill somewhere! and just so he doesn't feel left out i'll offer to walk alongside him when you all speed off into the distance! ;).....perhaps i should drop him a line, drawing his attentrion to the thread ands saying that we would like to help out? is that ok with you guys? he could always do a poetry reading up a hill? anyone with a giant tent?

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Yeah, go for it. Tell him all about us and that we'll see him somewhere.

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Originally Posted by N-dubya

Hes that poem you posted of the Owl inspired to write something that I have been thinking about for a while

Green Woodpecker

Serenity, the forests silence split by
the peppered whirr of his work. Now,
a glance,
a momenatry flash,
of green brilliance,
Wings tucked beneath
for swift elegance, as he
darts through a copse of birch

Nature has clothed him well
Kitted out in superhero garb
viridian cape that drips
from nape to slick wing tips,
and a red cap for doffing to those
once a year ladies.

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There's some lovely imagery here N-D, it really made to smile. You're right, 'superhero garb' , I'd never thought of w/ps in that manner before - thanks:)

Love

Love is talent, the world love's metaphor.
Aflame, October's leaves adore the wind,
its urgent breath, whirl to their own death.
Not here, you're everywhere.

The evening sky
worships the ground, bears down, the land
yearns back in darkening hills. The night
is empathy, stars in its eyes for tears. Not here,

you're where I stand, hearing the sea, crazy
for the shore, seeing the moon ache and fret
for the earth. When morning comes, the sun, ardent,
covers the trees in gold, you walk

towards me,
out of the season, out of the light love reasons.


Carol Ann Duffy

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Originally Posted by N-dubya

Hes that poem you posted of the Owl inspired to write something that I have been thinking about for a while

Green Woodpecker

Serenity, the forests silence split by
the peppered whirr of his work. Now,
a glance,
a momenatry flash,
of green brilliance,
Wings tucked beneath
for swift elegance, as he
darts through a copse of birch

Nature has clothed him well
Kitted out in superhero garb
viridian cape that drips
from nape to slick wing tips,
and a red cap for doffing to those
once a year ladies.

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This is really great NDubya. I love it. You really capture the magic of a fleeting glimpse of a green woodpecker and the sound of his drumming.

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Originally Posted by Mossdog

Love

Love is talent, the world love's metaphor.
Aflame, October's leaves adore the wind,
its urgent breath, whirl to their own death.
Not here, you're everywhere.

The evening sky
worships the ground, bears down, the land
yearns back in darkening hills. The night
is empathy, stars in its eyes for tears. Not here,

you're where I stand, hearing the sea, crazy
for the shore, seeing the moon ache and fret
for the earth. When morning comes, the sun, ardent,
covers the trees in gold, you walk

towards me,
out of the season, out of the light love reasons.


Carol Ann Duffy

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awesome.........................:)

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

I found the haiku on blue tits I mentioned earlier...

as one lands, one flits
to the branch where the next sits -
a wheel of blue tits

Hamish Ironside

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I do like that HHH! Wish I had more time to post but this is just a 5 minute break after harriers and my tea before I go and slap a load of glue on some paper...don't ask!:rolleyes:

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Originally Posted by freckle

Ooooooooo, so exciting! i like the idea of us all meeting him up a hill somewhere! and just so he doesn't feel left out i'll offer to walk alongside him when you all speed off into the distance! ;).....perhaps i should drop him a line, drawing his attention to the thread and saying that we would like to help out? is that ok with you guys? he could always do a poetry reading up a hill? anyone with a giant tent?

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Count me in! I love Dufton and that area and know some pubs, B&Bs & campsites up there. Just hope it is not when I'm running a workshop or invilved in some arty event...they seem to be clashing with my running exploits. Better go...sorry for the lack of poetry...it is just the current work stress.

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Originally Posted by Hes

Count me in! I love Dufton and that area and know some pubs, B&Bs & campsites up there. Just hope it is not when I'm running a workshop or invilved in some arty event...they seem to be clashing with my running exploits. Better go...sorry for the lack of poetry...it is just the current work stress.

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Don't apologise for having a real life Hes!

sending a big hug to my favourite artist!
:)