Today's poet

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Originally Posted by Herakles

I might have said this before but Brian Patten is also the name of the Chuckle Brothers older brother.

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"To Me, To You!" :)

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Originally Posted by Herakles

A Poem Of Thanks For You All.

The Light of friendship warms me,
Helps me feel strong,
So i can face the day renewed,
I feel one day my dreams may come true,
Cared for by others,
Making sure my first steps are safe,
I know you'll be there in spirit,
Even when i'm alone,
On the fell taking it one step at time,
All together never apart,
I know now because of you,
My strength will grow,
Just as my love for you will too,
Just know that i am,
And always will be your friend.

Love Herakles.

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Good stuff Matt !

Hey ! Most of you guys have had poems printed in "Fell Runner".

Well done folks :)

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Originally Posted by nightingale

Hey ! Most of you guys have had poems printed in "Fell Runner".

Well done folks :)

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Thanks for letting us know! I wondered if we were in after seeing your post above about the mag :cool:

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Originally Posted by Derby Tup

Thanks for letting us know! I wondered if we were in after seeing your post above about the mag :cool:

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DT, you've got two in.
Now I really must drag myself away from the mag and go to work. Cheers and well done.

nightingale brings news
of newly published poems
in Fellrunner mag!

:cool::D

March Evening

Blue through the window burns the twilight;
Heavy, through trees, blows the warm south wind.
Glistening, against the chill, gray sky light,
Wet, black branches are barred and entwined.

Sodden and spongy, the scarce-green grass plot
Dents into pools where a foot has been.
Puddles lie spilt in the road a mass, not
Of water, but steel, with its cold, hard sheen.

Faint fades the fire on the hearth, its embers
Scattering wide at a stronger gust.
Above, the old weathercock groans, but remembers
Creaking, to turn, in its centuried rust.

Dying, forlorn, in dreary sorrow,
Wrapping the mists round her withering form,
Day sinks down; and in darkness to-morrow
Travails to birth in the womb of the storm.

Amy Lowell

If I posted on here, it would the 7,000th posting on this thread... but as I'm not one of the poetry crowd it would be inappropriate so I won't!

Well done to you all for your fantastic injection of culture!

Published Poet.

Now the Published poet I,
Wears Beret askew,
Rubbing my goatee beard.

Herakles.

Suggest we all have black berets and goatees even the girls.

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Originally Posted by Derby Tup

nightingale brings news
of newly published poems
in Fellrunner mag!

:cool::D

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That's excellent. I've not got mine yet but I bet it looks great.