I knew there was another one I'd been working on tonight up them hills: -
Black cows, moonless night.
Mind away with the haikus.
Runner gets big shock!
I knew there was another one I'd been working on tonight up them hills: -
Black cows, moonless night.
Mind away with the haikus.
Runner gets big shock!
Fitness can't be stored. It must be earned over and over, indefinitely.
Damn you forced me to Freckle. That's got to be poem pornographyOriginally Posted by freckle
Ah that's so beautiful..........yes whatever you do guys don't look up the auden poem, thats...don't look up the auden poem.....
phew will a capital P!!!!!
tee hee!!!!!
It was worth it if we got you on this thread...all that running and photograph you do, i reckon there are more haiku in there waiting to come out..........Damn you forced me to Freckle. That's got to be poem pornography
and we run because we like it through the broad bright land
just cos i like blake and the magical element to his work......
How sweet I roamed
How sweet I roam'd from field to field,
And tasted all the summer's pride
'Til the prince of love beheld
Who in the sunny beams did glide!
He shew'd me lilies for my hair
And blushing roses for my brow;
He led me through his garden fair,
Where all his golden pleasures grow.
With sweet May dews my wings were wet,
And Phoebus fir'd my vocal rage
He caught me in his silken net,
And shut me in his golden cage.
He loves to sit and hear me sing,
Then, laughing, sports and plays with me;
Then stretches out my golden wing,
And mocks my loss of liberty.
William Blake
and we run because we like it through the broad bright land
X runner....what a lovely poem and I loved the image of a young boy reciting it :-)
and we run because we like it through the broad bright land
barely two degrees
fallen leaves are decaying
dogwalkers don fleeces
Have you read THAT poem by Auden.
(Blame Freckle if you think its rude
Last edited by XRunner; 10-11-2009 at 08:28 PM.
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A few of Omar Khayyam's Quatrains. Found this book rummaging through a load of stuff my Nan was going to jumble sale for Cancer Research. Judged it by its cover - a lovely old (1898) guilded hardback - and wasn't disappointed.
Has a wonderful sense of embracing the present; with talk of wine, women and song. This is a whole book of the stuff! What a guy!
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Behold, the dawn arises.
Rejoice in the present moment with a cup of crimson wine in your hand.
As for honour and fame, let that brittle glass be dashed to pieces against the earth.
The march of springs and autumns sweep the leaves from our life's tree.
Drink wine, friend, for the wise have wisely said,
"Life is a poison, and wine its antidote."
Give me a jug of wine, a book of verses, a loaf of bread, and a little idleness.
If with such store I might sit by your dear side in some lonely place, I should count myself happier than a king in his kingdom.
"The best shield is to accept the pain, then what can really destroy me?"
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Hey Softie! you thought you couldn't hack it on this thread! That's great.
The last verse could be the template for the proposed gathering of the Fell Poets Society - which I think should be the night before a race, otherwise it'd be the Dead Poet's Society and that's already been done!
'Life is a poison, and wine its antidote' I'll drink to that! Count me in for inaugural Fell Poets Society meet please
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