To convey one's mood
In seventeen syllables
Is very diffic
To convey one's mood
In seventeen syllables
Is very diffic
Saw this recently, can't remember where apologies if it was on here, can't be bothered to go back and check.
(John Cooper Clarke)
Hey Grouse, JCC is one of my faves.
Not quite Haiku, but:
I married a monster from our space
It wouldn't be so bad but shes got no face.
Genius!
Charley's Great Race
One day, six starters lined up for a race,
And poor old Charley came in seventh place.
No kidding--Chuck came seventh out of six,
And, honest, there were no late-entry tricks.
What happened was, the day was damp and chilly,
And who showed up, but Charley's old friend Billy,
Encumbered in a heavy winter coat,
With linings, straps, and fur all round the throat.
(The athletes had to wear the altogether,
Which must have turned bits blue in that cold weather.)
Well, there was Billy cheering with the crowd,
And when he gets excited, Bill gets loud.
The race came by, the crowd jumped up, and ran
Alongside, each one cheering for his man.
So Bill yells, "Charley! Good job! You can do it!
Get going, man! You're coming last! Oh, screw it!"
At Charley's side he ran, that old coat flapping,
Cheering, exhorting, pleading, whooping, clapping.
Away up front, the five guys crossed the line,
And got their wreathes of olive, oak and pine,
While Bill urged Charley on with pleas and nudges,
Until he found himself among the judges.
Sixth placer! Those officials, unimpressed,
Just DQ'd Bill for being overdressed.
But when you think, there is a happy end
--Old Charley's glad he's only got one friend!
Nicarchus, Satire, AD 1
Originally Posted by Stolly
Hehe, DT's winter poems are really bleak and grim aren't they. I can't really find a poem that expresses how I feel but, simply put, I love all of the seasons and the weather that's thrown at you in this country. And I love all of the hills and wilderness too whether its in Snowdonia, the New Forest, the Peak, the Dales, the Lakes, the North York Moors, Kilder, the Scottish Borders or the Scottish Highlands or where ever. I even love midges
Running in the hills just puts you out in it all, whatever's going and as a sport/hobby/obsession you just appreciate all the nuances, beauty and scaryness included, that each place, season and type of weather brings.
Here at work I'm generally surrounded by mamby pamby types and all they frigging talk about is how bad the weather is and how they were unable to do anything at the weekend, other than drink a lot and/or watch X Factor. They yearn for foreign holidays of not doing much other than drinking a lot and lying by the pool and then, when the weather is hot in this country, they complain about that too.
Autumns fantastic and winter, bring it on!
Right you are Stolly - and to be honest when I'm fell running it's the only time I really feel alive, and that's the poetry in my life.
been trying to compose a haiku but it is really difficult...
in the space between our minds
I hope we can find
a salve
to ease your ache
told you it was crap!
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Your too harsh on yourself Freckle - I like it, brave attempt and I enjoyed the metaphor.
Let's have a go. Not sure I've counted my syllables correctly (5,7,5?)
Autumn's light fading,
Fell gathered; safely folded.
Reach for my head-torch.
Need some more work (and talent)
Let's have a go. Not sure I've counted my syllables correctly (5,7,5?)
Autumn's light fading,
Fell gathered; safely folded.
Reach for my head-torch.
Moss Dog.....I loved itcan just imagine you
, thanx for your kind comments
Haikus are great. Everyone can have a go.
Map, Compass, Whistle,
Emergency rations. Hat
and gloves optional
HHH
Does this mean we make our own poems up?
I wandered lonely as a cloud,
It was low cloud,
I got lost on the hills,
And found myself.
Ok so i nicked the first bit
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