Today's poet

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Originally Posted by freckle

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“Yep”
Fleet of foot.
Calmness in turbulent times.
Hopping down stairs and/or hill.
A disinclination for certainty.
Cleft of the chin.
Your construction of sentences.
Smoothest of all pebbles.

“Oi!!!!!”
Mischeviouness.
Reparative not paralysing guilt.
Damn good verse.
Testosterone bathed ears!
The narrative of your kith and kin.
Simultaneous mouth, eyes and forehead grin.
Down on the arms.
Capacity for forgiveness.

“Presently”.
You big, me tiny.
Finger tips.
Looking good in skinny jeans.
Catalyst to creativity.
Wisecracks.
Nervousness when cooking for a special guest.
Big, gentle hands.
The headlines!

“Magnificent".

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Hey frecks really glad to see you are on a roll in all sense of the term, poetic and er...well.... :rolleyes:

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Originally Posted by Tooshy

It’s that time of year again
My brother said she’s drunk is your mum
Then I knew your ghost had taken the train
To Ravenglass from Eskdale

Thirteen years to the night
- How can it be possible -
After the hospital call that taught me
Life unravels as fast as travels the tide

On the Mite sands where you swam
Before your war arrived

Thirty-three years after I’d watched
You strain like Sisyphus with a pipe
At a stranger’s car tide-bound
In the shifting sands of the Mite

And afterwards we took the train
From Ravenglass to Eskdale

Forty years on from the night
The hospital called you to a new son
With roses from the garage for mum
But I became your world

Away from the shore that moves
With the tides of the Esk and the Mite

It was April seventeen and I thought
In the breeze I felt the ghost
Of your hand encompassing both mine
Like it did that distant afternoon

We sat happy on the line
To Ravenglass from Eskdale

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Welcome to the thread Tooshy, and what a welcomed gift to our collection too - really reads as heartfelt, carefully, thoughtfully, considered verse - very moving, thank you.

Aww, what a lovely poem, I'm touched.

Thank you <3

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Originally Posted by XRunner

Here is a poem for Stef F:

There's a Long, Long Trail A-Winding

Nights are growing very lonely,
Days are very long;
I'm a-growing weary only
List'ning for your song.
Old remembrances are thronging
Thro' my memory.
Till it seems the world is full of dreams
Just to call you back to me.

There's a long, long trail a-winding
Into the land of my dreams,
Where the nightingales are singing
And a white moon beams:
There's a long, long night of waiting
Until my dreams all come true;
Till the day when I'll be going down
That long, long trail with you.

All night long I hear you calling,
Calling sweet and low;
Seem to hear your footsteps falling,
Ev'ry where I go.
Tho' the road between us stretches
Many a weary mile.
I forget that you're not with me yet,
When I think I see you smile.

by Stoddard King

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This is lovely.....sigh x 3

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Originally Posted by Mossdog

Sir Edwin Arnold

Destiny

Somewhere there waiteth in this world of ours
For one lone soul another lonely soul,
Each choosing each through all the weary hours
And meeting strangely at one sudden goal.
Then blend they, like green leaves with golden flowers,
Into one beautiful and perfect whole;
And life's long night is ended, and the way
Lies open onward to eternal day.

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If I was dead

If I was dead,
and my bones adrift
like dropped oars
in the deep, turning earth;

or drowned,
and my skull
a listening shell
on the dark ocean bed;

if i was dead,
and my heart
soft mulch
for a red, red rose;

or burned
and my body
a fistful of grit, thrown
in the face of the wind;

if i was dead,
and my eyes,
blind at the roots of flowers,
wept into nothing,

I swear your love
would raise me
out of my grave,
in my flesh and blood,

like Lazarus;
hungry for this,
and this, and this,
your living kiss.

Carol Ann Duffy

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Originally Posted by Stef F

This is lovely.....sigh x 3

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yes, I like that one too :)

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Originally Posted by freckle

Hi Hes
Sorry to hear about the knee, funnily enough mine hasn't been great since gisborough!...hope it feels OK soon, be great to meet up again :)

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Hey, I hope you two will be ok for Saturday. The weather is looking good now so it should be a good day for hanging about.

Am I correct in thinking that Anni Waltz is pre-entry only so you can't just turn up, reg and run on the day?

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Originally Posted by Mossdog

Am I correct in thinking that Anni Waltz is pre-entry only so you can't just turn up, reg and run on the day?

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I think Wynn will let you in MD - she said on the thread there is no limit to runners if you can get parked you'll get a run, don't quote me but I think the closing date was just for the online thing only?? Maybe PM her if you want a run, she was saying they are down on entries from previous years anyway so it's not that it's over subscribed although 6 of her Marshalls are presently stranded abroad!

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Originally Posted by Mossdog

Am I correct in thinking that Anni Waltz is pre-entry only so you can't just turn up, reg and run on the day?

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Mossy,I reckon you should PM Winn. The website has a 16th April close but no mention of EOD. Would be great if you swelled the numbers of running poets.