Congrats Lady Master freckle;)Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
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Congrats Lady Master freckle;)Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
I did find a poem called "Please Master" by Alan Ginsberg but it cannot be published on this forum:eek:Quote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
It is much worse I'm sure.:D
Congratutions to Freckle on her Master status:) and her 810 postings on this thread!!!
very moving Mossy beautiful...i love the image of scattering flowers frail....and the last line is heartwrenching, very well writtenQuote:
Originally Posted by Mossdog
A fell running wedding....of course the Anniversary Waltz fell race is an anniversary celebration of 2 fell runners marrying at Newlands Church. So....surely any fell running poet worth his or her salt would not dream of missing it?????Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
http://www.anniversarywaltz.co.uk/
Mmmmm...we are very inclusive on this thread are we not?...Am I allowed to say I enjoyed that?...of course I am!!!!.......Quote:
Originally Posted by XRunner
now X runner can you find something with a slightly more delicate tone with the word master in it?....although there is nowt wrong with a bit of domination now and then...i'll stop there I think :eek:
As I read your poems O MasterQuote:
Originally Posted by freckle
My heart melts my soul rejoices
Energy pours out through my spine
A harvest of peace surrounds me
I contemplate deep on your words
Overwhelmed as I read out the verse
The novelty breeds divine presence
Silence reflects through the heavens
The eternal longing for the divine
Is heard deep within! Om!
(Anon)
Yes...a new celebratory theme... for Lady Master (cue trumpet fanfare)Quote:
Originally Posted by merrylegs
The Dream of a Kiss
by: Christine Siebeneck Swayne
I dreamed I lay within his master arm,
And that his eye, adventured into mine,
Had roused my pulses to a glad alarm
Of love, obeying his imperious sign;
His urgent will supreme, my will supine,
His mouth most eloquent in mute address,
Demanding that which I could not decline,
Because my heart said only "yes" and "yes":--
Oh! we forgot the world, and life, and death,
Because his heart was knocking on my breast,
When I, with faltering lips and flutt'ring breath,
Yielding, acceded to his keen request,--
At last, transcending words that speak of bliss,
Our two mouths moulded in one God-like Kiss!
:D:D
Om indeed!..................well done X runner....and thank you ;)Quote:
Originally Posted by XRunner
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Originally Posted by Mossdog
Ooooo I am all of a dither!......thannk you mossy...particularly like the line"his heart knocking on my breast"...Oooo la la !:eek:
Now call me old fashioned....... before I read this, I thought the 'master' status was about having 1000 posts to your name!Quote:
Originally Posted by XRunner
This suggestion keeps coming up...can we all try and do it pleeeeeeease? we could get the shirts done and everything and X runner could you come and cheer us on? that would be nice.....:) there would be a snecklifter in it for you!Quote:
Originally Posted by Old Whippet
the whippet will be let off his lead for this one. Unfinished business. Made a pig's ear of it this year.Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
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Originally Posted by Old Whippet
That's one in....who is next?:)
well, its nearly that time isn't it? not long before I hit the hay....
Good morning midnight
Good Morning—Midnight—
I'm coming home—
Day—got tired of Me—
How could I—of Him?
Sunshine was a sweet place—
I liked to stay—
But Morn—didn't want me—now—
So—Goodnight—Day!
I can look—can't I—
When the East is Red?
The Hills—have a way—then—
That puts the Heart—abroad—
You—are not so fair—Midnight—
I chose—Day—
But—please take a little Girl—
He turned away!
Emily Dickinson </B>
Would be interesting to meet these people who have made the 'Todays Poet' the monster it has become!
interesting is one word for it!Quote:
Originally Posted by Boy Wonder
How I'm going to run in my black polo neck, corduroys and homburg I dont know!
Yes...quite...i'll definately not be a master that day...very much back of the pack, with quill pen and notebook of course! :)Quote:
Originally Posted by Boy Wonder
Something like this?Quote:
Originally Posted by Old Whippet
http://www.bbc.co.uk/comedy/fastshow...s_balfour2.jpg
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TebUMhJAKSM
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Originally Posted by freckle
And so you don't feel left out:
http://www.otterbookbinding.com/stor...20bindings.jpg
Oh you are sweet boy wonder!...will you be wearing a cape then?....hope so.......:cool:Quote:
Originally Posted by Boy Wonder
ps whatever did happen to today's talking via images....?
spot on Boy wonder...or should I say "nice"Quote:
Originally Posted by Boy Wonder
The Anniversary Waltz is pencilled in. Loved it in 2007 but I think I peaked about then! :) Would still love to give it another go.
Here's one for the early risers.....
Sister, awake! close not your eyes,
The day her light discloses;
And the bright morning doth arise
Out of her bed of roses.
See the clear sun, the world's bright eye,
In at our window peeping;
Lo, how he blusheth to espy
Us idle wenches sleeping!
Therefore awake, make haste I say,
And let us without staying
All in our gowns of green so gay
Into the park a maying.
Thomas Bateson
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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
Awww HHH what a great poem to start the day! wouldn't it be nice to sleep in a bed of roses what a lovely image....thank you.....i have to confess these dark morning have turneth me into something of an idle wench! .....
and another for the anniversary waltz...cool, can't wait now!.....better start the training!...have a lovely day HHH!
Top of the morning to ya!....there is a smattering of snow round here, so I thought this was apt...
SNOW AND SNOW
by Ted Hughes
Snow is sometimes a she, a soft one.
Her kiss on your cheek, her finger on your sleeve
In early December, on a warm evening,
And you turn to meet her, saying "It''s snowing!"
But it is not. And nobody''s there.
Empty and calm is the air.
Sometimes the snow is a he, a sly one.
Weakly he signs the dry stone with a damp spot.
Waifish he floats and touches the pond and is not.
Treacherous-beggarly he falters, and taps at the window.
A little longer he clings to the grass-blade tip
Getting his grip.
Then how she leans, how furry foxwrap she nestles
The sky with her warm, and the earth with her softness.
How her lit crowding fairylands sink through the space-silence
To build her palace, till it twinkles in starlight
Too frail for a foot
Or a crumb of soot.
Then how his muffled armies move in all night
And we wake and every road is blockaded
Every hill taken and every farm occupied
And the white glare of his tents is on the ceiling.
And all that dull blue day and on into the gloaming
We have to watch more coming.
Then everything in the rubbish-heaped world
Is a bridesmaid at her miracle.
Dunghills and crumbly dark old barns are bowed in the chapel of her sparkle.
The gruesome boggy cellars of the wood
Are a wedding of lace
Now taking place.
PS last day at school for many today which means non uniform and choice of toy.....mine would be kerplunk...how about you?
PS last day at school for many today which means non uniform and choice of toy.....mine would be kerplunk...how about you?[/QUOTE]
Battling Tops!
Can barely keep up with posts but saw this...I'll be doing Guisborough Woods and hopefully Clay Bank East if my jetlag isn't too bad. I'll be totally unfit from not running but I like to step straight back into the fire.Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
I loved the Ben Okri, Freckle.
Hi HHH, this is lovely! Have enjoyed a lot of the recent posts. Anniversary Waltz is on my list too.Quote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
A couple more from hot and sticky Kerala:
the painting seller
longs for the charm of Krishna
and his many loves
backwater haven
a soothing breeze caresses
but still the crows caw
night-time raga
land of ninety tongues
a single voice dips and soars
sending me to sleep
ps...thanks for all your lovely comments and encouragement guys.x
Hes i think i will try and do both now i know you will be there! it will be lovely to meet up and hear all about India...i will defo be at the back, my fitness is suffering due to excess mince pie consumption!...loving your haiku, brilliant and so nice to hear from you xQuote:
Originally Posted by Hes
'ello gang. Just popped on at lunch and it is just like old times!Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
It must seem odd planning cold runs from the middle of India. Good yo hear from you.
Battling Tops![/quote]Quote:
Originally Posted by Old Whippet
Battling tops!....Oooo never heard of that one! you will have to elaborate...i was also a big fan of simon says, sadly they don't seem to make it anymore which is a shamr as i reckon its good exercise for the old short term memory like!
and now a little poem...
Love
It must have looked queer
to travelling onlookers
in haste for last minute xmas buys
Me, at the traffic lights
inhaling you,
from the crook of my arm
through a blue windcheater
Anon
Harry
i didn't realise you had a former career in commercials...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=65fhH...eature=related
Battling tops!....Oooo never heard of that one! you will have to elaborate...i was also a big fan of simon says, sadly they don't seem to make it anymore which is a shamr as i reckon its good exercise for the old short term memory like!Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
and now a little poem...
Love
It must have looked queer
to travelling onlookers
in haste for last minute xmas buys
Me, at the traffic lights
inhaling you,
in the crook of my arm
through a blue windcheater
Anon[/QUOTE]
This is great Freckle! Hi to you and HHH, it is like old times except I am sweating buckets (sorry but its true) and there are auto rickshaws zipping up and down and bells.
This is great Freckle! Hi to you and HHH, it is like old times except I am sweating buckets (sorry but its true) and there are auto rickshaws zipping up and down and bells.[/quote]Quote:
Originally Posted by Hes
what a great image!...and in such contrast to the snow that is here now....i can just imagine the great art work which will come out of this trip, all those images will be getting stored ready to be used at a later date I'm sure!......:)
Battling tops!....Oooo never heard of that one! you will have to elaborate...i was also a big fan of simon says, sadly they don't seem to make it anymore which is a shamr as i reckon its good exercise for the old short term memory like!Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
and now a little poem...
Love
It must have looked queer
to travelling onlookers
in haste for last minute xmas buys
Me, at the traffic lights
inhaling you,
from the crook of my arm
through a blue windcheater
Anon[/QUOTE]
What a lovely image! Canny poet that Anon!
Battling Tops. I'm afraid the 'Old' in Wippet is showing. a game from the 70's when spinning tops engaged in gladatorial combat. Surely I'm not the only old goat here who remembers such end-of-term classics (such as cross-fire, rebound and the Eivil Kneivil Stunt Bike!)
What a lovely image! Canny poet that Anon!Quote:
Originally Posted by Old Whippet
Battling Tops. I'm afraid the 'Old' in Wippet is showing. a game from the 70's when spinning tops engaged in gladatorial combat. Surely I'm not the only old goat here who remembers such end-of-term classics (such as cross-fire, rebound and the Eivil Kneivil Stunt Bike!)[/quote]
a bit like this?........
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fxgm5...eature=related
Not many good poems re toys out there so....
Shiny toys
joni mitchell
Shiny toys--right on time
Shiny toys--right on time
Shiny toys
I'm reading people rags in the checkout lane
Look, here's a hunk--here's a honey
Celebrated people and their claims to fame
Here's a boy and his money
And pictures of the winners in the latest
Ratepoll games
Whatever makes you "Yahoo"
Whatever makes your time feel satisfyin'
Whatever makes you
"Oh I'm so excited"
Whatever makes you feel like you're right on time
Party night
Good bands all over town
(good, good, good)
Mega lights and supersonic sounds
(good, good, good)
Flashy boys and girls that really play
(good, good, good)
Shiny toys, when it's over don't you
hate to have to put your toys away
Shiny toys--"I love my Porsche"
Shiny toys
Shiny toys--"I love my Porsche"
Shiny toys
Simple joys
Walking on the beach at the end of the day
Between the sand and the seagulls
Watching the glorious sun setting on the bay
Here comes a boy and his beagle
Walking with a man in a toupee
And a man with his head shaved
Whatever makes you "Mmmm, mmmm"
Whatever makes your time feel satisfyin'
Whatever makes you "Mmmmm, mmmm"
Whatever makes you feel like you're right on time
Party night
Super bands all over town
(good, good, good)
Super lights and supersonic sounds
(good, good, good)
Flashy boys and girls that really play
(good, good, good)
Shiny toys, when it's over
Don't you hate to have to put your toys away
Shiny toys--right on time
Shiny toys--right on time
Shiny toys--right on time
Just looked out of the window and immediately thought of this very familiar poem by T. S. Eliot
The winter evening settles down
With smell of steaks in passageways.
Six o'clock.
The burnt-out ends of smoky days.
And now a gusty shower wraps
The grimy scraps
Of withered leaves about your feet
And newspapers from vacant lots;
The showers beat
On broken blinds and chimney-pots,
And at the corner of the street
A lonely cab-horse steams and stamps.
And then the lighting of the lamps.
H aven't been on for a while, been reading a lot more and been trying to write poems all of which are unfinished.