sending a big hug to you all....it can be a tough time of year emotionally for many, thank goodness we can all take solace in running and companionship....lovely poem deejayQuote:
Originally Posted by merrylegs
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sending a big hug to you all....it can be a tough time of year emotionally for many, thank goodness we can all take solace in running and companionship....lovely poem deejayQuote:
Originally Posted by merrylegs
Awww that's so nice of you DJ ;)
Chin Up Steve And Keep On Smiling! :)Quote:
Originally Posted by merrylegs
Stay strong guys ;)
The strength to resist the night
The strength to endure the day
The strength to keep righteous paths in sight
The strength to take them without delay
The strength to find a purpose in life
The strength to find the truths it brings
The strength to kick away from strife
The strength to stabalize the rock it clings
The strength to light a friend’s day up
The strength to resist wrathful foes
The strength to fill a stranger’s dry cup
The strength to shun sin when it opposed
The strength to feel a injured man’s pain
The strength to hold a reject’s hand
The strength to act against any gain
The strength to love without demand
The strength to understand that our King
Has blessed us with more than we can contain
Therefore regardless what time may bring
The strength will continue to reign
What hope means
Hope is bright shining light which keeps darkness at bay
Hope is gentle cold breeze on a hot summer day
Hope is to remain positive when the going gets tough
Hope is seeking more when others think you've had enough
What hope means
Hope is dreaming of tommorow
Hope is simmering under sorrow
Hope is sparkles when tears in our eyes
Hope is a beautiful thing and a beautiful thing never dies
What hope means
Hope is as light as a feather
Hope keeps all of us together
Hope is ubiquitous and free of cost
Hope is the last thing ever lost.....
Lovely poems MG thank you for posting...just tried sending you a message but your all full up!...hope to see you at Clayton Banks on 10th Jan? all the best freckleQuote:
Originally Posted by Mountain Goatess
Oops...better delete some old messages....I've been so popular lately.....must have been those XOTF shorts! :DQuote:
Originally Posted by freckle
Yes I am going to try and get to Clay Bank West xQuote:
Originally Posted by freckle
Related to the theme of hope, survival and resilience, written from a very particular perspective but with aspects which I think we can all relate to....
Still I rise
Mary Angelou
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
I like it Freckle.....in a word...sassy! :cool:
this poem is even more brilliant when you hear the author read it, an absolute must for those going to bed tonight feeling fed up with life...she is a very inspiring lady!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JqOqo50LSZ0
aye...that angelou she's a confident lassie!.....
could listen to that voice all night tho....
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7GsESHfb3mw
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing of my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them,
They say they still can't see.
I say
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
The palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Here is an appropiate poem for this month:
December
While snow the window-panes bedim,
The fire curls up a sunny charm,
Where, creaming o'er the pitcher's rim,
The flowering ale is set to warm;
Mirth, full of joy as summer bees,
Sits there, its pleasures to impart,
And children, 'tween their parent's knees,
Sing scraps of carols o'er by heart.
And some, to view the winter weathers,
Climb up the window-seat with glee,
Likening the snow to falling feathers,
In fancy infant ecstasy;
Laughing, with superstitious love,
O'er visions wild that youth supplies,
Of people pulling geese above,
And keeping Christmas in the skies.
As tho' the homestead trees were drest,
In lieu of snow, with dancing leaves,
As tho' the sun-dried martin's nest,
Instead of ickles, hung the eaves,
The children hail the happy day -
As if the snow were April's grass,
And pleas'd, as 'neath the warmth of May,
Sport o'er the water froze as glass.
John Clare
Lovely X runner in particular .....
And children, 'tween their parent's knees,
Sing scraps of carols o'er by heart.
and ...
keeping Christmas in the skies.
Rise.
Night arrives full of dread,
Relentless death through my head,
Smacks me down,
Down to the ground.
On the floor bleeding,
Life force leaving,
Everything is silent,
Lord should i repent.
Something moves within me,
Crawl on my knees to be free,
Memories of love flood in,
Overcome, rise begin.
Like a fallen warrior i rise,
Fierce,passion in my eyes,
I can beat it i will be me,
Risen,bloodied,battered and free.
By Matt Harmston
That's great.
That's one to add to my list of projects. Do a bloke's version of that. :) Should be a giggle.
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Originally Posted by freckle
Wow Tri thats brilliant!...good to have you back! how funny that you posted this and i just posted the angelou poem! now thats telepathy! :)Quote:
Originally Posted by tri-mind
aye..we will look forward to that one Harry!Quote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
THE CAT AND THE MOON
by: W. B. Yeats (1865-1939)
- http://www.poetry-archive.com/t_pic.gifHE cat went here and there
- And the moon spun round like a top,
- And the nearest kin of the moon,
- The creeping cat, looked up.
- Black Minnaloushe stared at the moon,
- For, wander and wail as he would,
- The pure cold light in the sky
- Troubled his animal blood.
- Minnaloushe runs in the grass
- Lifting his delicate feet.
- Do you dance, Minnaloushe, do you dance?
- When two close kindred meet,
- What better than call a dance?
- Maybe the moon may learn,
- Tired of that courtly fashion,
- A new dance turn.
- Minnaloushe creeps through the grass
- From moonlit place to place,
- The sacred moon overhead
- Has taken a new phase.
- Does Minnaloushe know that his pupils
- Will pass from change to change,
- And that from round to crescent,
- From crescent to round they range?
- Minnaloushe creeps through the grass
- Alone, important and wise,
- And lifts to the changing moon
- His changing eyes.
Great I love Yeats and I love all moon poems!........... :)Quote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
Seeing it freckle inspired me. As you say she certainly is confident.
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Originally Posted by Mountain Goatess
Aye, he's a grand bloke is old 'Head in the clouds' Deejay, thanks you two:)Quote:
Originally Posted by Mountain Goatess
I loved her little introduction on the you tube clip...very uplifting:)Quote:
Originally Posted by tri-mind
so does that mean you just wrote that now...boy thats impressive!
When Life Feels Like A Mountain
When life feels like a mountain
Standing high in front of me
I pretend I am a bird
Flying fast and free
Winging up the mountainside
The peak now sharp defined
Draws me ever upwards
Fear and doubt are left behind
Soaring above the summit
The world lies at my feet
A carpet rich in possibility
Unfolds beneath
So when life feels like a mountain
Spread your wings and fly
Concentrate your mind
And aim for the sky
On the wings of confidence
You'll find everything you need
The birds-eye view clearly shows
The best way to succeed
Lovely MG, aye we are a caring bunch on here :)Quote:
Originally Posted by Mountain Goatess
Yes about 10 minutes ago. I don't pre plan any of my poetry. I sit down think of a title or line then just write none of them take more than about 30 minutes and thats if they are long like "life" most between 5 to 15 minutes. I find if i try to plan it seems fake and doesn't work for me. It has to be what i feel right now to come off as true to me can't do it any other way and be happy with it.
I must admit thats how i tend to write but i aint as productive as you!.....its amazing!...keep it up mate :)Quote:
Originally Posted by tri-mind
Tri-mind's a prolific poet.Quote:
Originally Posted by tri-mind
He churns them out all night.
If I tried to write as quick,
I'm sure they'd turn out sh***
Today's been a long day, full of fear and doubt,
I've let the demons have their way, they laugh tonight,
Tomorrow will be different, i'll run and leave them behind
Like your poem MG:cool:
Caring bunch indeed freckle;)
Love Tri-Minds poems too and agree, can't plan em, just let em out.
Run like the wind Merry............................................: ):):)Quote:
Originally Posted by merrylegs
Harry's a slow burnerQuote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
but with his art
he is a real head turner :)
freckle is no good at rhyming
and she better curb her line in.....
erotica and misery ;)
Boom Boom! Tush.....!
I'll be ploughing through the snow judging by the view from my window, but by eck i'm off out, never got round to it today and it's made t'job worse, plod tomorrow, race on New Year's Eve, Mrs. first fell race on New Years Day and a 30 mile trog at weekend whatever the weather should sort me daft ead out:)Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
Sounds like a recipe for a soothed soul if ever I heard one! Enjoy it.....whens the BGR ?Quote:
Originally Posted by merrylegs
Here is a poem for Merrylegs.
When things go wrong as they sometimes will,
When the race you're started seems all uphill.
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh.
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest if you must, but don't you quit.
Races are hard with their twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns.
And many a fell runner turns about,
When he might have won had he stuck it out.
Don't give up though the pace seems slow,
You may succeed with another go.
Often the finish is nearer than
It seems to a faint and faltering man.
Often the struggler has given up,
When he might have captured the victor's cup.
And he learned too late when the night came down,
How close he was to the golden crown.
Success is failure turned inside out,
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt.
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems afar.
So stick to the race when you're hardest hit,
It's when things seem worst that you mustn't quit.
(Anon - as modified by me)
Cheers, just click on my sig, date's there;)Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
HHH - just catching up with the thread tonight.Quote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
If i had a top 5 - this little gem would be very comfortably in it!
Timely and brilliant.
Ooooooo not that long, the excitement! :):)Quote:
Originally Posted by merrylegs
Evening OW, cheers for that.Quote:
Originally Posted by Old Whippet
So much is in the timing. Sieze that day when it arrives.
It's not:eek:Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
Need to get me head right:o The rest will follow.
Merry - 3 lines saying a lot there. And a fair bit of empathy from the house of Whippet.Quote:
Originally Posted by merrylegs