Today's poet

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Originally Posted by Mossdog

So HHH could you pen a poem with so many 'unauthorized' expletives that it's censored effectively into a line of 'stars'? Now there's a challenge! I wonder what's on the banned list?

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You are just trying to get me into trouble Mossy! :D

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

Still hanging on thanks. I poked it with a screwdriver and a couple of cotton buds and now it has stopped sounding like a hovercraft.

I think that is good. No?

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No need for the ice-packs tonight Harry? :cool:

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Originally Posted by freckle

Is it ust my mind or could that read as an extremely rude metaphor?.......:eek:....perhaps its becuase I have been reading bukowski tonight :D

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YES IT IS YOU! :eek:

But now you mention it! :D

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

YES IT IS YOU! :eek:

But now you mention it! :D

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Tee hee!......:D...apologies to the faint hearted who might be reading this thread!...:eek:

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Originally Posted by Derby Tup

No need for the ice-packs tonight Harry? :cool:

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Not yet thanks. My laptop has stopped melting tonight. But they are on standby.

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Originally Posted by freckle

Tee hee!......:D...apologies to the faint hearted who might be reading this thread!...:eek:

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We've had much much worse I'm sure! ;):D

Drumroll for X-Runner.............

I really like Carol Ann Duffy but its difficult to get a hold of her poems on the web, she must have done a good job withthe copy right...this means I have had to type out the following...so i hope you enjoy it as much as i did!....

The Light Gatherer

When you were small, your cupped palms
each held a candlesworth under the skin,
enough light to begin,

and as you grew
light gathered in you, two clear raindrops in your eyes,

warm pearls, shy,
in the lobes of your ears, even always
the light of a smile after your tears.

Your kissed feet glowed in my one hand,
or I'd enter a room to see the corner you played in
lit like a set,

the crown of your bowed head spotlit.
When language came, it glittered like a river,
silver, clever with fish,

and you slept
withthe whole moon held in your arms for a night light
where I knelt watching.

Light gatherer. You fell from a star
into my lap, the soft lamp at the bedside
mirrored in you,

and now you shine like a snow girl,
a buttercup under a chin, the wide blue yonder
you squeal at and fly in,

like a jewelled cave,
turquoise and diamond and gold, opening out
at the end of a tunnel of years.


I think her evocation of unconditional love in this poem (for her daughter) is breathtakingly moving....one can see why she is the poet laurete

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

It has just been fun I think, somewhere to hang out and be positive together. It is good chosing other's well chosen words to express yourself, and great to have a go ourselves without fear. There is a poem for every occasion.

The FRA even gets a mention in this one.

Mark Alexander Boyd.
1563–1601
Sonnet

FRA bank to bank, fra wood to wood I rin,
Ourhailit with my feeble fantasie;
Like til a leaf that fallis from a tree,
Or til a reed ourblawin with the wind.
Twa gods guides me: the ane of tham is blind,
Yea and a bairn brocht up in vanitie;
The next a wife ingenrit of the sea,
And lichter nor a dauphin with her fin.
Unhappy is the man for evermair
That tills the sand and sawis in the air;
But twice unhappier is he, I lairn,
That feidis in his hairt a mad desire,
And follows on a woman throw the fire,
Led by a blind and teachit by a bairn.

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Thas FRAkin' Goad Thas tis:D

That is brilliant. I've had the same problem before, so I'm glad you went to the effort.

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Originally Posted by freckle

I really like Carol Ann Duffy but its difficult to get a hold of her poems on the web, she must have done a good job withthe copy right...this means I have had to type out the following...so i hope you enjoy it as much as i did!....

The Light Gatherer

When you were small, your cupped palms
each held a candlesworth under the skin,
enough light to begin,

and as you grew
light gathered in you, two clear raindrops in your eyes,

warm pearls, shy,
in the lobes of your ears, even always
the light of a smile after your tears.

Your kissed feet glowed in my one hand,
or I'd enter a room to see the corner you played in
lit like a set,

the crown of your bowed head spotlit.
When language came, it glittered like a river,
silver, clever with fish,

and you slept
withthe whole moon held in your arms for a night light
where I knelt watching.

Light gatherer. You fell from a star
into my lap, the soft lamp at the bedside
mirrored in you,

and now you shine like a snow girl,
a buttercup under a chin, the wide blue yonder
you squeal at and fly in,

like a jewelled cave,
turquoise and diamond and gold, opening out
at the end of a tunnel of years.


I think her evocation of unconditional love in this poem (for her daughter) is breathtakingly moving....one can see why she is the poet laurete

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This is rather sweet and, yes, uplifting


GLYN MAXWELL


Stargazing

The night is fine and dry. It falls and spreads
the cold sky with a million opposites
that, for a moment, seem like a million souls
and soon, none, and then, for what seems a long time,
one. Then of course it spins. What is better to do
than string out over the infinite dead spaces
the ancient beasts and spearmen of the human
mind, and, if not the real ones, new ones?

But, try making them clear to one you love —
whoever is standing by you is one you love
when pinioned by the stars — you will find it quite
impossible, but like her more for thinking
she sees that constellation.

After the wave of pain, you will turn to her
and, in an instant, change the universe
to a sky you were glad you came outside to see.

This is the act of all the descended gods
of every age and creed: to weary of all
that never ends, to take a human hand,
and go back into the house.

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Originally Posted by freckle

Thanks Mr Brightside....i don't really thnk there is any such thing as flute poetry really, i was just trying to justify the you tube link i put up earlier with t he guy playing a flute in an unusual manner!...it would be nice if you keep popping up on here, the more the merrier! :):D

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Thanks Freckle, thing is i don't really get poetry, i don't feel it i just live my life aware of it as something that people like to read and write.

It's like drum and bass, i love house especially classic and old school house, a tune with a snappy vocal and an uplifting piano riff will make the hairs on the back of my neck stand up but i just can't feel drum and bass like that it's not my vibe a bit like poetry. :rolleyes:

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Originally Posted by Mossdog

This is rather sweet and, yes, uplifting


GLYN MAXWELL


Stargazing

The night is fine and dry. It falls and spreads
the cold sky with a million opposites
that, for a moment, seem like a million souls
and soon, none, and then, for what seems a long time,
one. Then of course it spins. What is better to do
than string out over the infinite dead spaces
the ancient beasts and spearmen of the human
mind, and, if not the real ones, new ones?

But, try making them clear to one you love —
whoever is standing by you is one you love
when pinioned by the stars — you will find it quite
impossible, but like her more for thinking
she sees that constellation.

After the wave of pain, you will turn to her
and, in an instant, change the universe
to a sky you were glad you came outside to see.

This is the act of all the descended gods
of every age and creed: to weary of all
that never ends, to take a human hand,
and go back into the house.

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Mossy what is your interpretation of this poem...i loved your poems becuase they are challenging..i need help!:)

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Originally Posted by mr brightside

Thanks Freckle, thing is i don't really get poetry, i don't feel it i just live my life aware of it as something that people like to read and write.

It's like drum and bass, i love house especially classic and old school house, a tune with a snappy vocal and an uplifting piano riff will make the hairs on the back of my neck stand up but i just can't feel drum and bass like that it's not my vibe a bit like poetry. :rolleyes:

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That's a really eloquent way of explaining your feelings Mr Brightside...an interesting insight...thank you :)...i know what you mean, some things either grab you or they don't, well anhyway its been nice to chat, when i become an accomplished fell runner i hope to be on the same thread as you more often!....i am hoping that 2010 will the year when i get going, my target being 10 races...

Another poem for this forum: and the consequences of fell running!

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Originally Posted by freckle

Mossy what is your interpretation of this poem...i loved your poems becuase they are challenging..i need help!:)

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To me it reads accepting human and life's imperfections, tolerance and forbearance, the inevitability that companionship and even intimacy are always temporary, but that we should value and seek it just the same, and that we need fortitude to understand that while we are many we're also always one. Not sure that makes much sense, but that's the best I've got to offer:)

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Originally Posted by Mossdog

To me it reads accepting human and life's imperfections, tolerance and forbearance, the inevitability that companionship and even intimacy are always temporary, but that we should value and seek it just the same, and that we need fortitude to understand that while we are many we're also always one. Not sure that makes much sense, but that's the best I've got to offer:)

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That is a lovely and helpful synopsis...you are right...it is uplifting...thank you x

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Originally Posted by XRunner

Another poem for this forum: and the consequences of fell running!

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How on earth did you stumble across that again?!

A nice one though.

And this isn't so off target of those same sentiments really (I think)...

ROGER McGOUGH


The Way Things Are

No, the candle is not crying, it can not feel pain.
Even telescopes, like the rest of us, grow bored.
Bubblegum will not make the hair soft and shiny.
The duller the imagination, the faster the car,
I am your father and that is the way things are.

When the sky is looking the other way,
do not enter the forest. No, the wind
is not caused by the rushing of clouds.
An excuse is as good a reason as any.
A lighthouse, launched, will not go far,
I am your father and that is the way things are.

No, old people do not walk slowly
because they have plenty of time.
Gardening books when buried will not flower.
Though lightly worn, a crown may leave a scar,
I am your father and that is the way things are.

No, the red woolly hat has not been
put on the railing to keep it warm.
When one glove is missing, both are lost.
Today's craft fair is tomorrows boot sale.
The guitarist weeps gently, not the guitar
I am your father and that is the way things are.

Pebbles work best without batteries.
The deckchair will fail as a unit of currency.
Even though your shadow is shortening
it does not mean you are growing smaller.
Moonbeams sadly, will not survive in a jar,
I am your father and that is the way things are.

For centuries the bullet remained quietly confident
that the gun would be invented.
A drowning surrealist will not appreciate
the concrete lifebelt.
No guarantee my last goodbye is an au revoir,
I am your father and that is the way things are.

Do not become a prison officer unless you know
what your letting someone else in for.
The thrill of being a shower curtain will soon pall.
No trusting hand awaits a falling star
I am your father, and I am sorry
but this is the way things are.

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Originally Posted by XRunner

Another poem for this forum: and the consequences of fell running!

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X Runner I absolutely adore this poem....it is so unbelievably romantic ( you know I am a sop)...but I do think that fell running itself is a very romantic activity in the broadest sense of the word.....I could go on....;)

thanks you for posting :)

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

How on earth did you stumble across that again?!

A nice one though.

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Wow! Yes, and I wonder if Reet and Helen....

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Originally Posted by Mossdog

Wow! Yes, and I wonder if Reet and Helen....

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I hope it lasted...

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

I hope it lasted...

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please respond reet and helen...i love a good love story :)

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

I hope it lasted...

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You cynic !!! :D:D:D

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Originally Posted by Mossdog

You cynic !!! :D:D:D

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I was trying to sound genuine!

I obviously failed! :D

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

I was trying to sound genuine!

I obviously failed! :D

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Well they haven't been on for ages...that could mean so many different things both good and bad!...anyway a fell running wedding, doesn't get more romantic than that does it?...its a good job we weren't around then (ie the thread that is) as i could imagine us all crashing it and sitting at the back annoying everyone with our recitals of various poems!.....i hope they are happy :)

Together.

We glide through the moonlit sky,
Joyous playful love we fly,
Entwined our union perfect flight,
As one across the velvet night.

Our souls together eternal bliss,
At one with the universe we kiss,
Eons will pass our love's still strong,
One soul, One heart, One love, One song.

By Matt Harmston.

this is a link to atwood's siren song...please please please...if you do nothing else tonight listen to her reading of the poem, her voice is like chocolate...just gorgeous...

http://www.poetryarchive.org/poetrya...m.do?poemId=98

tri...another good un....your a workaholic!

The Meaning of life.

Nothing,Birth,School,
Job,Sex,Children,
Decrepitude,Death,Nothing.

We start as nothing we end as nothing,
Get over it !.

By Matt Harmston.

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Originally Posted by freckle

Well they haven't been on for ages...that could mean so many different things both good and bad!...anyway a fell running wedding, doesn't get more romantic than that does it?...its a good job we weren't around then (ie the thread that is) as i could imagine us all crashing it and sitting at the back annoying everyone with our recitals of various poems!.....i hope they are happy :)

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Ha ha. I love that image of being gate crashed by poets.

Sir Edward Dyer

A Silent Love

THE lowest trees have tops, the ant her gall,
The fly her spleen, the little spark his heat;
The slender hairs cast shadows, though but small,
And bees have stings, although they be not great;
Seas have their source, and so have shallow springs;
And love is love, in beggars and in kings.

Where waters smoothest run, there deepest are the fords,
The dial stirs, yet none perceives it move;
The firmest faith is found in fewest words,
The turtles do not sing, and yet they love;
True hearts have ears and eyes, no tongues to speak;
They hear and see, and sigh, and then they break.

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

Ha ha. I love that image of being gate crashed by poets.

Sir Edward Dyer

A Silent Love

THE lowest trees have tops, the ant her gall,
The fly her spleen, the little spark his heat;
The slender hairs cast shadows, though but small,
And bees have stings, although they be not great;
Seas have their source, and so have shallow springs;
And love is love, in beggars and in kings.

Where waters smoothest run, there deepest are the fords,
The dial stirs, yet none perceives it move;
The firmest faith is found in fewest words,
The turtles do not sing, and yet they love;
True hearts have ears and eyes, no tongues to speak;
They hear and see, and sigh, and then they break.

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Sigh.............................................. ...............................:):):)

What is thy bidding my master ?.

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Originally Posted by tri-mind

What is thy bidding my master ?.

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A cup of tea and three chocolate digestives

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

A cup of tea and three chocolate digestives

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what you mean you don't want a foot massage or something?.......;), sorry in mischevious mood tonight!

Are the roads clear if so should take about 2 1/2 to 3 hrs. I think you know full well i was referring to Lady Freckle the new Master.

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Originally Posted by freckle

what you mean you don't want a foot massage or something?.......;), sorry in mischevious mood tonight!

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Always digestives first. Then we'll see...........:D

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Originally Posted by tri-mind

Are the roads clear if so should take about 2 1/2 to 3 hrs. I think you know full well i was referring to Lady Freckle the new Master.

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Oh well spotted. I missed that landmark

Freckle,Has someone been slipping something into your Cocoa. I promise it wasn't me.

EMOTIVE WARNING - A change of tone ahead - extremely SAD, but so very moving and written straight from the heart like (I believe) all good poetry.

Aftermath

by: Amy Lowell (1874-1925)


I learnt to write to you in happier days,
And every letter was a piece I chipped
From off my heart, a fragment newly clipped
From the mosaic of life; its blues and grays,
Its throbbing reds, I gave to earn your praise.
To make a pavement for your feet I stripped
My soul for you to walk upon, and slipped
Beneath your steps to soften all your ways.
But now my letters are like blossoms pale
We strew upon a grave with hopeless tears.
I ask no recompense, I shall not fail
Although you do not heed; the long, sad years
Still pass, and still I scatter flowers frail,
And whisper words of love which no one hears.

Really rather wonderful and very sad. Great stuff Mossdog.

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

Oh well spotted. I missed that landmark

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Me too!!!!! how funny!....surely that can't be right can it?...oh well....:) think i'll check out the lounge!