Nice to hear you are safe and well and keeping the monkeys at bay!Quote:
Originally Posted by Hes
I like the haiku too. Here's our version
A watery sun
One hundred bobble hats all
Head off with a sledge
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Nice to hear you are safe and well and keeping the monkeys at bay!Quote:
Originally Posted by Hes
I like the haiku too. Here's our version
A watery sun
One hundred bobble hats all
Head off with a sledge
Around, but mainly just loitering. Busy with work, busy with Christmas.Quote:
Originally Posted by tri-mind
I got to reading some Wordsworth last night, and he's actually not bad!
I know you posted this a while ago Hes but the Haiku about the beloved small bird is one of the best i've read and had so much clarity and communicates so much instantlyQuote:
Originally Posted by Hes
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
by: Robert Frost (1874-1963)
WHOSE woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
A Winter Ride
by: Amy Lowell (1874-1925)
Who shall declare the joy of the running!
Who shall tell of the pleasures of flight!
Springing and spurning the tufts of wild heather,
Sweeping, wide-winged, through the blue dome of light.
Everything mortal has moments immortal,
Swift and God-gifted, immeasurably bright.
So with the stretch of the white road before me,
Shining snowcrystals rainbowed by the sun,
Fields that are white, stained with long, cool, blue shadows,
Strong with the strength of my horse as we run.
Joy in the touch of the wind and the sunlight!
Joy! With the vigorous earth I am one.
funnily enough, I was introduced to the pleasures of Mr Frost earlier today. King of the metaphor I'm told....which is a challenge for a shallow fellow like me! Didn't realise he wasn't contemporary. I enjoyed this HHHQuote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
again...a great find HHH. And the date places it pre Inov8....pre Walshes even! A lovely description of the joys of running. (unless it's metaphorical like all the rest and about sex.....) I'd be the last to know!Quote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
It is often interesting looking at the dates.Quote:
Originally Posted by Old Whippet
I like the line...
Everything mortal has moments immortal,
Robin Redbreast
by: Eliza Allen Starr (1824-1901)
An early bird is our Robin, bold Rob,
The first of the frosty spring,
A russet blush on his rounded breast,
And sunlight tipping his wing.
With a chirp how he hops from bough to bush,
And his song how blithe and clear!
Our youngest darling knows Robin Redbreast,
The merriest bird of the year.
On the sweetbrier bush, just under the eaves,
See, Robin has built his nest;
And where is the child with hand so rude
As Robin's home to molest?
But mamma will slide the shutter each morn
To give a glimpse, on the sly,
At the lovely blue eggs by Redbreast laid,
IN the nest so snug and shy.
From the topmost bough of that lofty elm
He sings to his mate so dear,
And four little robins will Redbreast raise
To sing us sweet songs next years.
And when the four little robins are fledged,
If our own Robins are good,
They shall hear a story of Robin Redbreasts
And two dear "Babes in the Wood."
Good stuff HHH really great to read.
I'm glad you enjoyed them. I'm off now. More tomorrow.Quote:
Originally Posted by tri-mind
Evening all! there have been some great choices tonight...I have been distracted too by all the christmas type shenanigans....i have never been so disorganised as this year!....anyhow Hes I loved the haiku, its always a treat to hear of your adventures, Tri I am in awe of how much you write! I am trying to write tonight but am struggling big time...i think I am getting that end of year exhausted feeling!....HHH I adore Robert Frost, I recently acquired "Words that Burn" an anthology which includes some of his work and a free CD with various famous actors reading poems by 8 great poets....one of the poems is one of my all time favourites, its been posted before but it is always worth a revisit....
here is the you tube link to listen to it which I think is very powerful....
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=goc3f77bcXk
and the text...
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I marked the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
not sure how much i'll be on tonight as a can feel a tidal wave of exhaustion lurking somewhere!:) i'll see what I can muster!
Sans beard
The velvet cloak
Makes a bid to ensnare me
Familiar strokes of guilt and anxiety
Attempt to suck greedily
The juice of “we”
Through the net of a permeable mind.
But wait, another image
Shambolic vagrants, that’s us
Hats all a kimber, cannot disguise,
the rise, the R-I-S-E
irrepressible tenderness not easy to define.
An unlikely oasis, snow distant and dim,
green irridiscent leaves in December!
You held me when I cried,
and I laughed, that laugh not long after.
Your handwriting, casting a spell
That tremble I know so well
Our cottage of poems, wine and brie
A familiar face in a snowstorm
Observes us feast!
And you, you, you
Watching me sleep.
YOU, my love,
watching me sleep.
Mary Patch
A couple of attempts to capture the last few days in the Chilterns, yesterday's run especially:
First a haiku
The forest road is closed
Becalmed by a clean white blanket
Paw prints replace tyre
Next a quick attempt at a poem.
I want to run and run
On the new laid snow,
Impossible perfection
creaking beneath my feet.
A snow-created new world,
Hides the old world for a while.
Gone the grass, mud and stones
and all worldly imperfections.
Even dull black trees are reborn,
Festooned with white bunting,
Drooping under the weight,
Dropping on me like a cold shower.
Evidence of travel accumulates
on the ground: paw, hoof, claw, bird,
Cycle, walking boot, fell shoe.
No creature can hide their passing.
The tracks of maverick sledgers
in the woods, their footprints
where they had to push.
Those were some tough kids.
Light fades and changes colour,
Faint orange sky-glow reflected.
Ground shape is hard to judge.
I run on regardless.
New snow falling covers tracks,
Bursts cold in my eyes.
It melts and refreezes on me.
This is a special day.
Over the last hill,
The town below decked out
with amber streetlights.
Soon enough I will be home.
Top of the morning....
I bring you with reverent hands
The books of my numberless dreams,
White woman that passion has worn
As the tide wears the dove-grey sands,
And with heart more old than the horn
That is brimmed from the pale fire of time:
White woman with numberless dreams,
I bring you my passionate rhyme.
Yeats
stevie this is awesome! there is a certain innocence to the snow yoou describe...almost virgin like.....i really like it! :)Quote:
Originally Posted by Stevie
I've been trying to write a poem for a couple of weeks that contains themes described in this poem in particularQuote:
Originally Posted by Stevie
Evidence of travel accumulates
on the ground: paw, hoof, claw, bird,
Cycle, walking boot, fell shoe.
No creature can hide their passing.
Really good poem with acute perceptions of what was going on around you
Another snow poem been looking for it an books for days.
Louis Macneice
Snow
The room was suddenly rich and the great bay-window was
Spawning snow and pink roses against it
Soundlessly collateral and incompatible:
World is suddener than we fancy it.
World is crazier and more of it than we think
Incorrigbly plural. I peel and portion
A tangerine and spit the pips and feel
The drunkenness of things being various.
And the fire flames with a bubbling sound for world
Is more spiteful and gay than one supposes-
On the tongue on the eyes on the ears in the palmsof one's hands-
There is more than glass between the snow and the huge roses.
It reminded of the few days just before Christmas when I try to let things slow down:)
it aint a poem, it's the lyrics to loudon wainwright's tribute to charlie poole - one of the great early bluegrass banjo players and an infamous hellraiser. You sort of need the banjo behind it, but here goes anyway ....
High wide and handsome - that's how I like livin'.
High wide and handsome - that's how life should be.
Low skinny and ugly - that's for other people.
High wide and handsome suits me to a tee.
Song, wine, and women - they're my 3 favorites.
Beer, gin, and whiskey - that's 5, 6, and 4.
Saturday night I like eatin' and dancin'
And I sleep all day Sunday so's I'm ready for more.
High wide and handsome - you can't take it with you.
High wide and handsome - that's one way to go.
Let's live it up - might as well, we're all dying.
High wide and handsome - let's put on a show.
Can't quit what will kill me, so why even bother?
I love this hard livin', so why even try?
I'll be high wide and handsome when I kick the bucket.
I'll be high wide and handsome on the day that I die.
High wide and handsome - you can call it my motto.
High wide and handsome - call it my creed.
Money's just paper, liquor's thicker than water --
High wide and handsome in thought, word, and deed.
Have high wide and handsome carved on my head stone,
With the date I was born plus the date that I died,
Then take one from the other - all that's left is a number.
Just remember I laughed twice as hard as I cried.
High wide and handsome - that's how I like livin'.
High wide and handsome - that's how life should be.
Low skinny and ugly - that's for other people --
High wide and handsome suits me to a tee.
Struggling to come to terms with me.
God i feel low people stare all i see are grey shadows,
Ghosts, facsimilies all racing around in the filth and decrepitude,
This world sickens me it has no place for my divided soul,
I walk by the river it's velvet blackness whispering jump in,
Resisting the urge i go home sit there look in the mirror,
What looks back is a monster, a lonely child , a freak but it's not me,
Dry dessicated parts of me used to exist now nothing not for over 20 years,
Would you want a life where the only person you can be is a chemical creation put together by psychiatrists ?. Or would you having lost yourself want to end it all.
By Matt Harmston.
giant golden disc
eases slowly into view
thoughts turn to springtime
Did anyone else see this mornings beautiful sunrise? :)
Nice DT. Good lyrics ZHR. Shall we see some more of you this evening ?.
I've got works Christmas do in a couple of hours and I suspect Zootie's still recovering from last night's overindulgence. His lyrics made me smile ;)Quote:
Originally Posted by tri-mind
Hope you're okay tri? :)
it's better with the music:Quote:
Originally Posted by Derby Tup
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=twV9CY8NCGs
and yes you're right DT, it's rehab for me tnoight ... :o
Yes, I'm fine one of the very,very few advantages of having my disorder for the last 25 years it does give me a lot of situations, feelings,actions,experiences and thoughts that i am able to write down.Although i wouldn't wish a lot of them on anyone. I view my poems as therapeutic and positive even when to others they may read grim.
Good, glad you hear you're fine t-m
I'd guessed your poetry was therapeutic. It's power stuff and often very moving
Thank you for your compliment. DT what part of derbyshire are you from originally ?.
I was born in Derby but lived in Amber Valley area around 10miles North of Derby until coming up to Yorkshire 5years ago :) I love it up here and doubt I'll ever move back to the East Mids
unfortunately not....beautiful haiku tho DT...loved the lyrics Zoot hope you can become a regular on here, more moving words Tri.....Quote:
Originally Posted by Derby Tup
I have been reading margaret atwood today, here's a nice one...
The moment when, after many years
of hard work and a long voyage
you stand in the centre of your room,
house, half-acre, square mile, island, country,
knowing at last how you got there,
and say, I own this,
is the same moment when the trees unloose
their soft arms from around you,
the birds take back their language,
the cliffs fissure and collapse,
the air moves back from you like a wave
and you can't breathe.
No, they whisper. You own nothing.
You were a visitor, time after time
climbing the hill, planting the flag, proclaiming.
We never belonged to you.
You never found us.
It was always the other way round.
here is a link to a webiste where you can hear atwood reading some of her own work, its well worth a visit, her accent is amazing....
http://www.poetryarchive.org/poetrya...t.do?poetId=96
Lovely Freckle. Are you dipping in tonight or spending a while on the thread ?.
I adore this ...in particular the following lines...Quote:
Originally Posted by neil wootton
A tangerine and spit the pips and feel
The drunkenness of things being various.
That to me is genius!...one of the reasons why I love poetry is that when it is good it can describe something which is on the edge of our understanding...something complex made more accessible and understandable....great stuff Neil :)
Hi Tri....good evening!...I will be dipping in and out tonight, its a very busy time at the minute, still doing last minute shopping and planning on doing some wrapping tonight....but hoping to pop back again at some point :)...hope your good our little laurete! :)Quote:
Originally Posted by tri-mind
Mania Undressed.
Adrenalin like fire courses through me,
I'm king of the world invincible anything i want to be,
You can't come on the ride with hell what do i care,
Only the chosen ones get to be god just for a while,
I see the world it bends to my will,
Come on girls you know sleeping with me going to be fun,
Bacchanalia triumphant lets drink more,take more,
What there's only 4 of you enjoying my delights,
Come on bring your friends there's still room for more,
What was that ? .,Why am i in hospital ?. What did i do ?.
Oh somebody please help me.
By Matt Harmston
GOOD EVENING ONE AND ALL
New poem by Simon Armitage in the G2 supplement of the Guardian yesterday
Called; Poodles
anyone else see it
No Neil any good. I thought i was going to be the only one on here tonight.
I haven't got the clipping from the paper at the mo, bas ically it was comparing Tony Blair to a poodle when he was in the presence of Dubya i'll put it up tomorrow but for now taraa a bit.:)Quote:
Originally Posted by tri-mind
Hello again.....
yes , tis a quiet night on the thread...but then i guess that's Xmas for you....shopping in tesco's at 10:30 at night is not a soul enhancing experience i tell thee!...but needs must....
here's another one from Mary Patch
The All
i want so much for you to see
ALL
of (y)m(o)e(u)
there is so much more
let us grow together in uncertainty
(WE)
don't need their rules
their idea of right and wrong
we embrace life its variations,
its
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v
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l
u
t
i
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n
the thing is
do you want tea and cakes? or
ball breaking
L-I-F-E!!!!!!!!
I know what my choice is
Y(m)O(e)U
transitory carnage
then
the still.
on reflection this morning....not sure i like this .......a bit basic
No but I look forward to you posting Neil! :)Quote:
Originally Posted by neil wootton
Its mighty quiet on here.....ah the loneliness of the long distance fell poet!.....HHH you are missed!
It is hereQuote:
Originally Posted by neil wootton
I cannot list it on the forum as the as the **** generator changes some words;)
I don't enjoy this type of poetry... it is rather bland.
Good morning all! not long now till the madness abates..../ xmas is upon us.....:):D:)
X Runner thank you for posting that link....i hold my hands up and say that i am not a poltical animal in any way shape or form, so will abstain from commenting on this poem!
here is a well written poem from "Being Alive" the anthology
Misgivings
William Matthews
"Perhaps you'll tire of me," muses
my love, although she's like a great city
to me, or a park that finds new
ways to wear each flounce of light
and investiture of weather.
Soil doesn't tire of rain, I think,
but I know what she fears: plans warp,
planes explode, topsoil gets peeled away
by floods. And worse than what we can't
control is what we could; those drab
scuttled marriages we shed so
gratefully may auger we're on our owns
for good reason. "Hi, honey," chirps Dread
when I come through the door; "you're home."
Experience is a great teacher
of the value of experience,
its claustrophobic prudence,
its gloomy name-the-disasters-
in-advance charisma. Listen,
my wary one, it's far too late
to unlove each other. Instead let's cook
something elaborate and not
invite anyone to share it but eat it
all up very very slowly.