loving "charcoal smudged indigo sky" DT....excellent!.......:)Quote:
Originally Posted by Derby Tup
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loving "charcoal smudged indigo sky" DT....excellent!.......:)Quote:
Originally Posted by Derby Tup
I was given a collection of classic love poems for Christmas and have been continually drawn to this short verse since:
The Marriage Ring
The ring, so worn as you behold,
So thin, so pale, is yet of gold:
The passion such it was to prove -
Worn with life's care, love yet was love.
George Crabbe
I like it DT. Happy New Year by the way. :)Quote:
Originally Posted by Derby Tup
Sparkling glitter white
Startled deer avoids the path
Snowy tracks all mine
Happy New Year to you too HHH! :)
I think my mid-winter haiku block is lifting :cool:
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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
every girl likes a bit of sparkling glitter...lovely MG!..........:)Quote:
Originally Posted by Mountain Goatess
Readjustment
I thought there would be a grave beauty, a sunset splendour
In being the last of one's kind: a topmost moment as one watched
The huge wave curving over Atlantis, the shrouded barge
Turning away with wounded Arthur, or Ilium burning.
Now I see that, all along, I was assuming a posterity
Of gentle hearts: someone, however distant in the depths of time,
Who could pick up our signal, who could understand a story. There won't be.
Between the new Hembidae and us who are dying, already
There rises a barrier across which no voice can ever carry,
For devils are unmaking language. We must let that alone forever.
Uproot your loves, one by one, with care, from the future,
And trusting to no future, receive the massive thrust
And surge of the many-dimensional timeless rays converging
On this small, significant dew drop, the present that mirrors all.
CS Lewis
Nice :cool: Sounds like you had fun today in the snow MG :DQuote:
Originally Posted by Mountain Goatess
This time the cat
has gone too far; she sidles back
across the lazy river
with a kingfisher.
You pin her to the floor, unlock
the trap of her jaw,
release the teeth,
unpick the four barbed feet, each paw
a presentation pad of claws.
The bird can walk;
you let it go, but in the morning
find it cornered, killed and opened.
Something blue, something bone,
something gold, something broken.
Simon Armitage
wow! hhh i love this!...how funny that i penned a kitten one y day then you discover this armitage one...liking the theme of destruction :cool:Quote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
Is tonights theme cats?
Harry
Harry is so funny,
he's always having fun,
everything is a plaything,
whether snow or rain or sun,
he chases all the pigeons,
and next doors dove,
he doesn't want to eat them,
just to give them a love!
His affection is endless,
a constant noisy purr,
he always wants a cuddle
my little bundle of fur!
(Vanessa Sabin )
And another more interesting poem (have we has T.S.Elliot yet?)
The Naming Of Cats
The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter,
It isn't just one of your holiday games;
You may think at first I'm as mad as a hatter
When I tell you, a cat must have THREE DIFFERENT NAMES.
First of all, there's the name that the family use daily,
Such as Peter, Augustus, Alonzo or James,
Such as Victor or Jonathan, George or Bill Bailey--
All of them sensible everyday names.
There are fancier names if you think they sound sweeter,
Some for the gentlemen, some for the dames:
Such as Plato, Admetus, Freckle, Demeter--
But all of them sensible everyday names.
But I tell you, a cat needs a name that's particular,
A name that's peculiar, and more dignified,
Else how can he keep up his tail perpendicular,
Or spread out his whiskers, or cherish his pride?
Of names of this kind, I can give you a quorum,
Such as Munkustrap, Quaxo, or Coricopat,
Such as Bombalurina, or else Jellylorum-
Names that never belong to more than one cat.
But above and beyond there's still one name left over,
And that is the name that you never will guess;
The name that no human research can discover--
But THE CAT HIMSELF KNOWS, and will never confess.
When you notice a cat in profound meditation,
The reason, I tell you, is always the same:
His mind is engaged in a rapt contemplation
Of the thought, of the thought, of the thought of his name:
His ineffable effable
Effanineffable
Deep and inscrutable singular Name.
Are you sure that is about a cat? That is just too close to the truth! :DQuote:
Originally Posted by XRunner
On being greeted at the summit by
generous mountain bikers with a
mince pie and mulled wine
Thanks lads! I’d love some.
Down in one, heart warms, head spins.
Grin! Whoop! Scree descent.
evening x runner....what a find!!!!!! tee hee :)Quote:
Originally Posted by XRunner
Ah Harry i can just imagine yer! :)Quote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
Dreaming
Pain after pain
After readjustment
After deconstruction
and reformation
One day I dreamt
Of 42 in 24
A green dress
And fresh rings
And above all
BELIEF
I'd recomment complete exhaustion followed by necking warm mulled wine from a Mr Kipling's tin foil pie case as a quick way to get light headed. Bliss. I can taste it now. :)Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
A determined dreamer. Not a dreamy dreamer. I like it.
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Originally Posted by freckle
Thanks Harry...isn't there a song out there about dreaming the impossible dream? sure its the King....Quote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
There you go...Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mn6pyJynA78
And the advert......
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fB_1g...eature=related
Me too, for precisely that reason :)Quote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
aye.........good tune that....Quote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
To dream the impossible dream
To fight the unbeatable foe
To bear with unbearable sorrow
To run where the brave dare not go.
To right the unrightable wrong
To be better far than you are
To try when your arms are too weary
To reach the unreachable star
This is my quest, to follow that star,
No matter how hopeless, no matter how far
To be willing to give when there�s no more to give
To be willing to die so that honor and justice may live
And I know if I�ll only be true to this glorious quest
That my heart will lie peaceful and calm when I�m laid to my rest
And the world will be better for this
That one man scorned and covered with scars
Still strove with his last ounce of courage
To reach the unreachable star.
Here is a more poetic version.
Dream the Impossible Dream
I said to myself,
If I could go beyond,
All that I accomplished before,
Dream the impossible dream,
My command performance,
Would consist of climbing mountains,
Disguised as walks immortal,
Reunions with relatives and friends,
Enhanced and forever sacred,
Fashions layered and intricate,
Piano concerts played with God's Sovereign respect,
A house that God reveres,
Complex and diversified,
A book of poetry read continuously,
Because there is a respect,
For another's experiences,
A love for reading progresses,
The miracles of learning.
(Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz)
X runner this is so wonderful thank you for posting...i found it altogether movingQuote:
Originally Posted by XRunner
Dream that dream, Reach for,
that dream then hold that dream, but
Never stop dreaming.
Lovely............Quote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
All people dream, but not equally.
Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their mind,
Wake in the morning to find that it was vanity.
But the dreamers of the day are dangerous people,
For they dream their dreams with open eyes,
And make them come true.
D H Lawrence
Wise words:cool:Quote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=suAmkLn1VIQ
Facsimile.
I would give anything for a dream of my own making,
Instead i get twisted pharmaceutical second hand faking,
Dragged kicking and screaming from my violent psyche,
Laboratory creations injected into my brain through a thin metal spike.
Everyday i wander through the world like one big tear in reality,
Alive inside my own private acid trip that is my normality,
For twenty five years no dreams, nightmares or thoughts of my own,
I just wish the damned psychiatry service would leave me alone.
By Matt Harmston.
class especially the line about being one big tear in reality...right this freckle need some kip...night all xQuote:
Originally Posted by tri-mind
Just been having a trawl through some of the latest posts. There has been some lovely stuff and I like the ones about the Chinese Lanterns. I saw a flotilla of them on New Year's eve 2003 in Thailand...amazing. I sometimes find them up the lane from where I live as they get let off at weddings up at Swinton Castle. Anyway....welcome to to OneOff...brilliant poem! I'm in Shimla and it is freezing but the snowcapped Himalayas are looking amazing.
Last days in Varanasi were emotionally and physically exhausting but what an incredible place. Am already planning a trip back to do some meditation and drawing.
city of the dead
bodies burn on the pyres
dogs sleep in the ash
first day of the year
my melancholy creeps
like mist from the river
this river city
walking the chaotic streets
just one more lost soul
Another train journey from hell to get here but a family from Punjab really saved it from being purgatory.
small boy on the train
my bird for his lotus
origami swap
after the chaos
peacocks strut in lush green fields
women tending rice
off for brekkie now....hope you all have a good day!x
Morning Hes...brilliant brialliant brilliant...love the line "my melancholy creeps like mist from the river" ......yet more snow here, have a lovely day Hes and all :)Quote:
Originally Posted by Hes
THAT crazed girl improvising her music.
Her poetry, dancing upon the shore,
Her soul in division from itself
Climbing, falling She knew not where,
Hiding amid the cargo of a steamship,
Her knee-cap broken, that girl I declare
A beautiful lofty thing, or a thing
Heroically lost, heroically found.
No matter what disaster occurred
She stood in desperate music wound,
Wound, wound, and she made in her triumph
Where the bales and the baskets lay
No common intelligible sound
But sang, 'O sea-starved, hungry sea.'
William Butler Yeats
The National Library of Ireland have a very good virtual exhibition of W.B.YeatsQuote:
Originally Posted by freckle
I visited this library during my visit to Dublin for the European Cross-Country championships.
Morning X runner and thank you for this it looks really interesting, will check it out later...:)Quote:
Originally Posted by XRunner
Hello everyone have a good day and glad to see your having a great time Hes.
you too tri!:):D:)Quote:
Originally Posted by tri-mind
The sea a dim and distant memory
A wooden bird of the night
sits on your desk, a reminder
of a lighter time
Down a motorway or two,
a hedgehog’s iron spikes
permeate sad nets
imprinting a face on my mind.
Such woeful and wonderful times
for two betwixt
an anonymous sea
Time passes, and after much tears
and realignment,
sooner, than YOU-I think
These little pals will share a hearth,
each and every night,
retiring from their travails
and think back to what fortitude
brought them to the warm
and glowing embers,
the sea a dim and distant memory.