That's really nice, thanks OW. If it is anywhere near ready by the first fell poets meet I may bring it along but I might have to have a whisky or two before I show it to anyone.Quote:
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That's really nice, thanks OW. If it is anywhere near ready by the first fell poets meet I may bring it along but I might have to have a whisky or two before I show it to anyone.Quote:
Originally Posted by Old Whippet
Honda in shedQuote:
Originally Posted by Hes
No need of hospital bed
Glad, not sad
A rhyming haiku, making my own rules, that's poetry;)
I think it's pretty apparent that whisky will be rearing it's beautiful head when ever the fell poets gather. In fact I think history demands it - unless anyone has got enough laudnum, absynth or opium to share. No substitute for authenticity!Quote:
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Like it!:)Quote:
Originally Posted by merrylegs
with wise words and cheer
a poetic maverick
mister merry legs
Merrylegs plays`fastQuote:
Originally Posted by merrylegs
and loose with Haiku format
a true radical
I got offered lots of opium recently but I declined, India was enough of a head trip without it but I think I know where I can get absinthe....Quote:
Originally Posted by Old Whippet
We can all share our opinions:DQuote:
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Oh, thou demon Drink, thou poetic fell runner*;
Thou curse of society, and its greatest annoyer.
What hast thou done to society, let me think?
I answer thou hast caused the most of ills, thou demon Drink.
(first verse by William Topaz McGonagall)
* he may not have used these words
well it's a start. I'll be Talisker monitor. And something tells me that Snecklifter will be making and appearance..... We'll be lucky if we can say Piambic BentametorQuote:
Originally Posted by Hes
clever x-runner! by the power of Google, I am getting to appreciate your adaptations! nice one.Quote:
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Hey hey....Talisker, a great choice. Looking forward to getting pisaphalical with you.Quote:
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Wold Ippet will Task the moliterQuote:
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We'll all sneck our lifts
And listen to Pat Benatar:confused:
I'll get me coat:D
and on that bombshell! night night all.Quote:
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night night OW, goodnight everybody.Quote:
Originally Posted by Old Whippet
too good! the realism is scaring me. Bed time now. Good Night.Quote:
Originally Posted by merrylegs
hic!:DQuote:
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Goodnight OW;)Quote:
Originally Posted by Old Whippet
No hic's for me, sober as a judge tonight:rolleyes:Quote:
Originally Posted by Hes
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cm09d4z65Bg
Goodnight all;)
Good morning all...there seems to be a sight recurring theme when we talk about a fell poets' meeting! We will have to do the running part before the pub bit I think...I do look forward to getting poetical and philosophical (or petotical and pisaphalical as the case may be) with you all though.
A quick poem for this morning:
A Riddle
Can you say in advance
Which petal
the butterfly
will choose to perch on
Which will be the first yellowing leaf
to sail its way
to the ground
Fom the gape vendor's
basket
which bunch awaits
your son's weekend snack
In which corner of your cheek will
the first grey grass sprout
to your utter dismay
Which little ripple
will kiss your mind's shore
and write
the anxious first line
in your next poem
kalyanji
that should have read 'grape' not 'gape'...'slight' not 'sight'. sorry.
I really like this Hes it has a whimsical feel to it...looks like I missed out some thread shananigans last night, sneck lifter? whats that again ?...........:DQuote:
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Hi everyone,
this is from the book of poems "Geography for the lost" by
Kapka Kassabova...her poems speak from different parts of the world but also of the many ways to be lost and disoriented....i quite liked the use of metaphor in this one....
I want to be a tourist
I imagine my life as a city
somewhere in the third world, or the second.
And I want to be a tourist
in the city of my life.
I want to stroll in shorts and baseball hat,
with laminated maps and dangling cameras.
I want to find things for the first time.
Look, they were put there just for me!
I want a room with musty curtains.
I want a view of rubbsih dumps and urchins.
I want food poisoning, the dust of traffic
in the mouth, the thrill of others' misery.
Let me be a tourist in the city of my life.
Give me over-priced coffee in the square,
let me visit briefly the mausoleum of the past
and photograph its mummy,
give me the open sewers, the stunted dreams,
the jubiliation of ruins, the lepers, the dogs,
give me signs in a funny language that I never
have to learn. Then take my money and let me go.
Two lovely poems there guys. :) Not quite sure how to take the last one, it needs reading again a few times I think.
No great chore though...;)
Good evening Dick, nice to see you again. Will be calling in and out this eve, here is another offering:Quote:
Originally Posted by Dick
The Slithery
Crawling over the lake
not sinking not dissolving;
Climbing the Palymyrah tree
and descending
without spilling, without scattering;
Traversing an expanse
of thorny bushes
without getting hurt;
Plunging on a sharp pole
without being pierced;
Diving into ditches
scaling mounds
without bursting -
Travels
that eagle's shadow.
by lakkumikumaran gnanadiraviam (blooming heck...how do you promounce that?)
Like the poem Hes and very impressed with poet's name. Indian? Sri Lankan? :)
Hi DT! He is from Tamil Nadu, India.Quote:
Originally Posted by Derby Tup
You made any progress on your India travelogues? :)Quote:
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Wow...I really like this Freckle. As Dick says, it will take a few rereads and pondering to allow the metaphorical nature to totally sink in but the best art, in my opinion, is that which you come back to again and again and each time you do, you understand something new from it. (The last verse could be about my India trip!).Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
I'm half-way through typing up the haikus and I've uploaded all my photos to my portable hard drive (laptop couldn't cope). I'll finish typing up tonight and then start working on them. I would like to distil the ideas and capture the true essence of haiku and maybe write a few longer things. Lots of thoughts...let's hope my procrastinating tendencies don't get in the way too much!;)Quote:
Originally Posted by Derby Tup
I'm impressed :cool: If it'd have been me I'd still be unpacking and trying to remember where I left my passport for next time away :oQuote:
Originally Posted by Hes
This sounds really exciting Hes...can't wait to see the results :)Quote:
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That's lovely. Especially the last verse. It captures that moment of inspiration that sets a poem running.
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It sounds like you are well on the way with it all. The procrastination will just add to the opportunities for that inspiration to ripple on your shore. :)Quote:
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Ha ha - just looked at the post numbers and yours was our 4000th! Procrastination? Us lot? Never! :)
Cheers HHH and good evening! I'm a bit chuffed to have posted the 4000th post although my logic tells me that it is just a number and no different in significance from 3999 or 4001. However, I'm not always logical (big surprise;)) and so I will remain pleased. I have just been looking up Rainer Maria Rilke...brilliant stuff. Here is one to whet your appetite:Quote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
Entrance
Whoever you are: step out in to the evening
out of your living room, where everything is so known;
your house stands as the last thing before great space:
Whoever you are.
With your eyes, which in their fatigue can just barely
free themselves from the worn-out thresholds,
very slowly, lift a single black tree
and place it against the sky, slender and alone.
With this you have made the world. And it is large
and like a word that is still ripening in silence.
And, just as your will grasps their meaning,
they in turn will let go, delicately, of your eyes . . .
they've been translated from German and the originals rhyme.
And another:
Evening
Slowly the evening changes into the clothes
held for it by a row of ancient trees;
you look: and two worlds grow separate from you,
one ascending to heaven, another, that falls;
and leave you, belonging not wholly to either one,
not quite as dark as the house that remains silent,
not quite as certainly sworn to eternity
as that which becomes star each night and rises—
and leave you (unsayably to disentangle) your life
with all its immensity and fear and great ripening,
so that, all but bounded, all but understood,
it is by turns stone in you and star.
better nip off and do some more work. See ya later.:)
Great choice :)
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Originally Posted by Hes
Evening Hes, hope you've had a productive day. Logic is great, but it isn't always the most fun. :) So let's celebrate the 4000th post! Hurrah!Quote:
Originally Posted by Hes
I love that. Another one that will benefit from reading again. Someone once said that you can read poetry too fast, but never too slow.
It has the feeling of heading out on a headtorch run on a cold night.
I'm shattered this week, but managed a good blast out in the snow tonight. It is amazing how many trees have had their bark stripped by deer and rabbit. They must have been getting desparate with all this snow.
Glad that you liked the poem HHH. Sounds like you've had a tiring week, I hope that you aren't overdoing it. Nothing like a snowy run to wake you up though, I'm off for one tomorrow morning. The poor animals must be having a hard time getting to food, they must wonder what's hit them!Quote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
There was a bit on SnowWatch last night where they said that something like 90% of some bird species die out each winter anyhow, and that is just a normal winter! The grass is starting to come through now so some will be alright. (Apart from the one that the Buzzard got. :eek: That was quite spectacular!)Quote:
Originally Posted by Hes
I found this just now.
http://books.google.co.uk/books?id=C...age&q=&f=false
A whole book by Margaret Atwood. I was looking to post part of one of her poems and found it. Worth a look.
I especially liked the line in "The last rational man"....
The effort of saying nothing is wearing him down
SnowWatch? I am so out of touch! I've been printing most of the day (when I haven't been procrastinating on here) and was quite surprised to see how much snow had thawed when I finally ventured out to the co-op.Quote:
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