Like that a lot,,,,, they say, youth is wasted on the young
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A pair of red Chelsea boots was found at today’s Simonside race. Inside was a pair of sunglasses and a race number (0161) and scrawled on the back was this. If the owner wants them bloody back then they had bloody better drop me a bloody pm.
Simonside
The bloody frost the bloody ice
I thought it would be bloody nice
To go out to a bloody race
To bloody show my bloody face
The bloody course was bloody good
The bloody rocks the bloody mud
The marshals they were bloody great
They bloody were first bloody rate
I’m bloody glad I shared a ride
To go run bloody Simonside
I heard a bloody runner yell
Too bloody late I bloody fell
In a freezing bloody ditch
Then I got the bloody stitch
The bloody aches the bloody pain
At least it didn’t bloody rain
That bloody hill was bloody steep
It nearly made me bloody weep
“You’ll be fine” they bloody lied
All round bloody Simonside
Too bloody fast the bloody pace
Will be my last this bloody race
I set of too damn bloody fast
Everyone came bloody past
Bloody blisters bloody murder
Eleven miles? It’s bloody further!
Bloody loved it, bloody ace
My bloody favourite bloody race
I bloody laughed I bloody cried
Evidently Simonside
brilliant HHH - The bard of Salford, HHH and Simonside fell race have evidently got caught up in that machine that was in the film The Fly and produced this verse.
I'm sick as a chip for not having thought of doing a fell race poem to the sound of Chicken Town - absolutely marvellous! (and by the way, you tube will have that amazing bit from The Sopranos where JCC incredibly crops up doing Chicken Town) - check it out poetry people!
Now... I thought you must have been there. but apparently not. It was a cracking day on the fells of Northumberland. A really good race and very christmassy if anyone fancies it next year.
HHH - as good as ever got posted here!
just in case... if anyone wants to check out HHH's pastiche skills...here's the original;
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bEWT6pdjON8
but lets not pretend JCC prefers B words when F words work 100% better!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l098T...eature=related
better by far - but HHH, i think you might not get away with this on the thread!
Black night.
Black night crushes the life from me,
Visions of my death come easily,
Imagine yourself all alone in the world,
Feel the threads of your sanity being unfurled.
Think of the lowest that you have been,
Times that by ten then your close to what i've seen,
People will think here he goes again he's blue,
But if you dealt with this shit everyday would it change you.
It takes over your mind and turns it on itself,
Destroying your personality,ruining your health,
You find yourself on a ward with more of your kind,
While the rest of society pretends to be blind.
You are a shell of yourself chock full of meds,
Staring blankly forward with the others out of our heads,
So think to yourself what a lucky person you be,
Not having to wrestle each day with your in/sanity.
By Matthew Harmston.
Well done on your on your race today freckle;)
Test your soul, run, how far is up to you,
It's not about time or anyone else,
It's about you and your goals and dreams
aye we all have days like that do we not..tho not all facing the same ardous task ahead!....
merrylegs
heart and soul of gold
plans a BGR triumph
a sight to behold
i may not be your pacer
i'll probably not be at the moot hall
but i respect and admire
the way you give it your all
so dear merrylegs
fear not that today was only three
as pretty soon the mutiplication
of your dedication will see....
your ambition rewarded
and your soul set free.
:)
Top of the morning to ya!
slightly regretting leaving the car last night when i went for thhat curry necessitating a 4 mile run to pick it up this morn :eek: with curry belly :eek: :eek:.......never mind sure i will enjoy it ultimately!....have a lovely day all....
John Cooper Clarke
I Wanna Be Yours
I wanna be your vacuum cleaner
breathing in your dust
I wanna be your Ford Cortina
I will never rust
If you like your coffee hot
let me be your coffee pot
You call the shots
I wanna be yours
I wanna be your raincoat
for those frequent rainy days
I wanna be your dreamboat
when you want to sail away
Let me be your teddy bear
take me with you anywhere
I don’t care
I wanna be yours
I wanna be your electric meter
I will not run out
I wanna be the electric heater
you’ll get cold without
I wanna be your setting lotion
hold your hair with deep devotion
Deep as the deep Atlantic ocean
that’s how deep is my emotion
Deep deep deep deep de deep deep
I don't wanna be hers
I wanna be yours
Cheers OW. I've been reading JCC all week and I guess something stuck. It was fun to write. I wasn't sure whether that bit from the Sopranos was real or not. A tad surreal.
I'll have to run next year now I pretend to know all about it. :D Sounds like a great race. I've never races in the North East before.
I've never races in the North East before
....i think we would like to change that if poss HHH! :)
I listened to Van Morrison's Summertime in England driving to work this morning. Not sure if its on youtube but all the lads get a mention, Wordsworth and Coleridge, TS Elliot, William Blake. A fifteen minute plus epic and what will be my soundtrack to spring and early summer 2010 I think ;)
Our boys.
Sleep a peaceful sleep my beautiful boys,
Dream all wondrous things and playing with your toys,
Thoughts of joy and love passing gently through your mind,
Your wonderful weekends with nana so gentle and kind.
We will watch over you keep both of you near,
There will always be somewhere safe for both of you here,
Your both bound to grow up that much is sadly true,
But your mummy and daddy will always love you.
It feels like a sleepy night tonight after a busy weekend. We've not had a Carol Ann Duffy for a little while...
A Child's Sleep
I stood at the edge of my child's sleep
hearing her breathe;
although I could not enter there,
I could not leave.
Her sleep was a small wood,
perfumed with flowers;
dark, peaceful, sacred,
acred in hours.
And she was the spirit that lives
in the heart of such woods;
without time, without history,
wordlessly good.
I spoke her name, a pebble dropped
in the still night,
and saw her stir, both open palms
cupping their soft light;
then went to the window. The greater dark
outside the room
gazed back, maternal, wise,
with its face of moon.
In my dreams
by Stevie Smith
In my dreams I am always saying goodbye and riding away,
Whither and why I know not nor do I care.
And the parting is sweet and the parting over is sweeter,
And sweetest of all is the night and the rushing air.
In my dreams they are always waving their hands and saying goodbye,
And they give me the stirrup cup and I smile as I drink,
I am glad the journey is set, I am glad I am going,
I am glad, I am glad, that my friends don't know what I think.
ah that's a nice image...unfortunately for you i think they are too little for the santa card which i am about to use forewith...once more unto the breech and all that! :) wish me luck!
"Urgent message from santa...he can hear that two small children in the area are still awake...oh dear...i wonder who that might be?".....(climbs up stairs as children quieten...oh well that's the theory anyway....everyone knows I have no control over the situation don't they?)
W. H. Davies
Leisure
WHAT is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare?—
No time to stand beneath the boughs,
And stare as long as sheep and cows:
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass:
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night:
No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance:
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began? A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
Awwwwwww....this is my mother's favourite poem which she used to recite to me frequently as a child.....santa card has worked on eldest but not little un...she is currently asking if she can type on here..." but i've been waiting two years mam to type". (?)...right round two.....laters :)
That's a damn good idea! me too!
Rudolph is wearing walshes
Picture this, its Xmas eve,
and HHH is dressed as auld santa
rudolph curses
"I didn't bring my headtorch"
"never mind" says Harry
"there is always the banter"
with Hes, DT, OW,
Mossy, Tri-mind X runner et al
and the little un at the back
if we are quick we'll make it up skiddaw
and return in time to fill ol' santa's sack
with plath, hughes, pablo
and a hefty dose of good ol cummings
we'll just have time
to catch merry still training
and squeeze an extra run in
b4 collapsing in a heap,
just in time to hear
Mr Wootton recite our favourite
W.H. Auden's "Lullaby" *
softly in our ears....
as basil brush would say Boom Boom....
(feel free to amend its a work in progress like!!!!)
damn i just checked the choco situaton out..they have all been snaffled!
*http://www.thebeckoning.com/poetry/auden/auden3.html
Well HHH - there's 3 or 4 cheviot races definitely worth the journey, and NFR host a good race. I think you're one for the short and sharp up & down job? Cheviot Summit might suit you well in late spring.
As for JCC - might best mate in the 6th form got me '10 years in an open neck shirt' book for my 18th - I have long since lost it, and Amazon are asking about 60 quid when I last looked.
Saw him for old time's sake about 3 years ago. I always liked how he cited the racing commentator Peter? O'Sullivan as a major influence - it's apparent in his delivery.
my favourite (at least today)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wFb41TraZjA
Gabardine Angus....who else would write a poem about a flasher?
Good morning all!
Misletoe
Walter de la mare
Sitting under the mistletoe
(Pale green, fairy mistletoe),
One last candle burning low,
All the sleepy dancers gone,
Just one candle burning on,
Shadows lurking everywhere:
Someone came, and kissed me there.
Tired I was; my head would go
Nodding under the mistletoe
(Pale green, fairy mistletoe)
No footsteps came, no voice, but only,
Just as I sat there, sleepy, lonely,
Stooped in the still and shadowy air
Lips unseen - and kissed me there.
Helloooo! Have just managed to read a couple recent posts. It is all so Christmassy and making me miss the fells, running and you lot. It is too hot and far too busy to even attempt a jog here. It is very exciting though and I am keeping a haiku diary. I will type a few out. Freckle, loved the Walter de la Mare.