Today's poet

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Originally Posted by southernsoftie

Not dipped in here for ages.
Blimey it's got some legs
Innit

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the legs of Joss Naylor
except for the knees
which lack cartlidge

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

Have a listen to "Why should I tidy my room" on here. It is so sweet. :)

http://www.myspace.com/107907074

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Aw Harry this is so sweet, thats the kind of thing i would have said as a child....i have managed to persuade sophe to tidy her room on a regular basis by appealing to her "I am Alan Sugar's new apprentice" mindset (ie £2.50 pocket money per week) and i do not want you undoing all thi sgood work!.....of course we could follow up on your suggestion of a scientific enquiry into the effects of tickling on the over four fell running types, i think the after armitage gig would be the perfect experimental conditions

a stratified sample
of fell running poets
puts tickle hypothesis to the test

Oh...there's the little un up,she must have heard all the tickle patter...laters :)

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Originally Posted by Alf

Did anyone catch "A good read" on Radio 4 this afternoon ? They were discussing Simon Armitage's recent translation of 'Sir Gawain and the Green Knight' . They seemed very impressed with it :D

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Oooo wish i had heard that one mighht catch it on replay thanks Alf......

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Originally Posted by Mossdog

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate, my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

ee cummings

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This is one of my favourite e e cummings poem....so utterly romantic thank you mossy

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Originally Posted by Old Whippet

oh dear...the devil makes work for idle hounds....

Funny old place
this poetry thread
where poems are crafted
presented and read

Tentative offerings
modestly proffered
generous responses
enocouragement offered

Days in the mountains
imagined or real
depicted in colour
with poetic zeal

Flora and fauna
moorland and hill
blood sweat and tears
all grist to the mill.

Yet scratching the surface
is there a subtext?
beneath the veneer
an emotional vortex

Of turmoil, longing,
frustration and yearning?
Sometimes this thread
is so hot it's burning

Closer inspection
suggests a dual purpose
for the purveyors
of fell running verses

It's clearly both playground
for rhymers and punners
but also a knocking shop
for frustrated fell runners

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Hello OW long time no see ! Well this is very well constructed you are quite the dark horse of this thread me thinks...but those last two lines :eek: as someone funny once said "How very dare you!"........:D

ps southern softie....yes this thread does have legs, i wish mine were as fast but sadly i am still pretty slow!

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Originally Posted by Alf

Did anyone catch "A good read" on Radio 4 this afternoon ? They were discussing Simon Armitage's recent translation of 'Sir Gawain and the Green Knight' . They seemed very impressed with it :D

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Hi Alf, I caught it whilst I was framing some work up and they did seem to ike it except a few of his uses of slang! I think I'll have to pick up a copy and have a look myself.

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Originally Posted by Old Whippet

oh dear...the devil makes work for idle hounds....

Funny old place
this poetry thread
where poems are crafted
presented and read

Tentative offerings
modestly proffered
generous responses
enocouragement offered

Days in the mountains
imagined or real
depicted in colour
with poetic zeal

Flora and fauna
moorland and hill
blood sweat and tears
all grist to the mill.

Yet scratching the surface
is there a subtext?
beneath the veneer
an emotional vortex

Of turmoil, longing,
frustration and yearning?
Sometimes this thread
is so hot it's burning

Closer inspection
suggests a dual purpose
for the purveyors
of fell running verses

It's clearly both playground
for rhymers and punners
but also a knocking shop
for frustrated fell runners

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Ha ha ha! That made me laugh a lot, cheers OW! :D

A little bit of Rilke before bed:

Progress

And once again the depths of my life rush onward,
as if they were moving in wider channels now.
Things are becoming more close to me
and all images more thoroughly looked upon.
I feel more comfortable with that which is nameless,:
With my senses, as with birds, I reach up
into the windy heavens out of the oak,
and in those pools broken off from the day,
my feeling, as if standing on fishes, descends.

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Originally Posted by Hes

A little bit of Rilke before bed:

Progress

And once again the depths of my life rush onward,
as if they were moving in wider channels now.
Things are becoming more close to me
and all images more thoroughly looked upon.
I feel more comfortable with that which is nameless,:
With my senses, as with birds, I reach up
into the windy heavens out of the oak,
and in those pools broken off from the day,
my feeling, as if standing on fishes, descends.

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Cheers for this Hes. I've enjoyed the Rilke postings (having never heard of her before). This is intriguing. Like so many poems that I like but dont really understand. On my 'to do' list is to find out about Rilke and hopefully better appreciate the context of her work.

One of the problems with this thread... 7000+ postings on, is that it generates a lot of homework!

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Originally Posted by Old Whippet

oh dear...the devil makes work for idle hounds....

Funny old place
this poetry thread
where poems are crafted
presented and read

Tentative offerings
modestly proffered
generous responses
enocouragement offered

Days in the mountains
imagined or real
depicted in colour
with poetic zeal

Flora and fauna
moorland and hill
blood sweat and tears
all grist to the mill.

Yet scratching the surface
is there a subtext?
beneath the veneer
an emotional vortex

Of turmoil, longing,
frustration and yearning?
Sometimes this thread
is so hot it's burning

Closer inspection
suggests a dual purpose
for the purveyors
of fell running verses

It's clearly both playground
for rhymers and punners
but also a knocking shop
for frustrated fell runners

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Fantastic OW, truly fantastic. You've got this place sussed too :D