Today's poet

[southernsoftie]

no time for a rhyme
easy metre that's neater
lazy poetry?

(with a smile)

Quite possibly, I mean, if I can have a crack...

Harmless acronym
Or waster of weekends?
Do it yourself.

[sheep]

Harmless acronym
Or waster of weekends?
Do it yourself.

Ha, marvellous. Belated happy birthday to tiny HHH, by the way.

[southernsoftie]

Ha, marvellous. Belated happy birthday to tiny HHH, by the way.

You wouldn't be saying that if it was your Saturday we were talking about!

Likewise, well done HHH and family.

Right, where's me paintbrushes then...

[Harry H Howgill]

Dear SS and Sheep...and all

As well as developing haiku's there may be other forms of poetry that the forum may wish to dabble with, although they are perhaps more time consuming!....

in my favourite second hand bookshop today I came across a lovely little book of prose poetry by Patricia Debney entitled "How to be a dragonfly"...anyway, the rugby is on and the kids are creating various crafty inventions so I have time to type this one out (you will not find it on google so i wouldn't even bother looking!)...i really enjoyed it....

How to be a dragonfly

Never tuck in your wings. They grow out from your shoulders
like two fingers, like hands. Learn to use them.

Let them, for instance, direct you in love: in the garden, under
the apple tree in dappled shade; or above long brown grass,
fast up the side of a hill. Or once, over a rocky valley, higher
than you've ever been.

Or let them speak for you: a buzzing purr getting closer and
closer. They know what you want to say.

Let them plunge you into the water, let the egg slip out.

No one can see them moving. But they shine iridescent, keep
you hovering just above the ground.

see http://www.answers.com/topic/prose-poem if you want to know what the definition of prose poetry is! ( i know i am a complete nerd!)

I've not come across the term prose poetry before, and I'm only just getting my head round it. I looked at your link. It looks like one of those "shades of grey" areas in life that can be enthusiastically discussed (I don't like to say argued over) forever.

I thought that you were making a big leap between our haikus and the next step in our poetry adventure, but I kind of see that the alternative is to go the other way and get involved with even more rigid rules. So I like the idea of poetry without rules, but some might say that it just prose.

Sadly for me it seems to have been borrowed by a certain type of luxury advertising. Here's what I mean...

Unique and exclusive. Sophisticated and surprising. That’s Tiara. Its gems - sophisticated hotels and innovative resorts - offer truly unforgettable experiences. Ideal for those looking for something on a higher plane, with all the conventional luxury guaranteed. The distinctiveness of each place, the passion for detail, the superior levels of quality - these are some of the trademarks of a Tiara property.

Maybe that's an example of poetic prose though. Shades of grey!

I do like your example. It is a lovely poem. I'll have to have a go at some myself, and I'd love some more good examples.

[freckle]

[QUOTE=Harry H Howgill;270229]I've not come across the term prose poetry before, and I'm only just getting my head round it. I looked at your link. It looks like one of those "shades of grey" areas in life that can be enthusiastically discussed (I don't like to say argued over) forever.

I thought that you were making a big leap between our haikus and the next step in our poetry adventure, but I kind of see that the alternative is to go the other way and get involved with even more rigid rules. So I like the idea of poetry without rules, but some might say that it just prose.

I know what you mean HHH, I think I probably do prefer haiku and also more traditional forms of poetry and perhaps it is a big leap but i think it is interesting to think outside of rules sometimes.....anyway, I am sooooooo nervous about running tomorrow it got me thinking about anpother type of poet, Ian Brown and the following lyrics....

F.E.A.R

For each a road
For everyman a religion
Find everybody and rule
F*** everything and rumble
Forget everything and remember
For everything a reason
Forgive everybody and remember

For each a road
For everyman a religion
Face everybody and rule
F*** everything and rumble
Forget everything and remember
For everything a reason

You got the fear
You got the fear
You got the fear
You got the fear
You got the fear
F.E.A.R. (You got the fear)
F.E.A.R. (You got the fear)
F.E.A.R. (You got the fear)
F.E.A.R. (You got the fear)

Finding eternity arouses reactions
Freeing excellence affects reality
Fallen empires are ruling
Find earth and reap

Fantastic expectations
Amazing revelations
Final execution and resurrection
Free expression as revolution
Finding everything and realizing

You got the fear
You got the fear
You got the fear
You got the fear
You got the fear
F.E.A.R. (You got the fear)
F.E.A.R. (You got the fear)
F.E.A.R. (You got the fear)
F.E.A.R. (You got the fear)

(Fantastic expectations
Amazing revelations
Finding everyone and reuniting
For everything a reason)

F.E.A.R. (You got the fear)
F.E.A.R. (You got the fear)
etc .......

lush vid....
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HVJJ0UNhj5k

sorry to whine on.....

[Harry H Howgill]

Sorry Freckle, I didn't mean to sound so negative. It is nice to discover new stuff so thanks for introducing it.

I don't know much about poetry, but I'm not bad on my running psychology. The nervousness is something to be cherished, but not overwhelmed by. It is just your body getting ready to spring into action. Remember that everyone will be feeling the same: all should be nervous, all will be tired. So feel the fear and go for it.

There's probably a good poem on the subject. I'll have a hunt around.

Where are you running at tomorrow? Do you do road as well?

[Harry H Howgill]

"I had as many doubts as anyone else. Standing on the starting line, we're all cowards."

-Alberto Salazar, three-time winner of the New York Marathon

[freckle]

"I had as many doubts as anyone else. Standing on the starting line, we're all cowards."

-Alberto Salazar, three-time winner of the New York Marathon

Awwwww, thanks HHH for this and for your advice which has made me feel a lot better...no need to apologise I didn't think you were being negative just expressing your thoughts on the matter!.....

will let you know how i get on....

[freckle]

Morning all....

A solemn poem to remind us of the significance of today.....

I stood with the dead

I Stood with the Dead, so forsaken and still:
When dawn was grey I stood with the Dead.
And my slow heart said, 'You must kill, you must kill:
'Soldier, soldier, morning is red'.

On the shapes of the slain in their crumpled disgrace
I stared for a while through the thin cold rain...
'O lad that I loved, there is rain on your face,
'And your eyes are blurred and sick like the plain.'

I stood with the Dead ... They were dead; they were dead;
My heart and my head beat a march of dismay:
And gusts of the wind came dulled by the guns.
'Fall in!' I shouted; 'Fall in for your pay!'

Siegfried Sassoon

[freckle]

"The Quitter"

When you're lost on the trail with the speed of a snail
And defeat looks you straight in the eye
And you're needing to sit, your whole being says quit
You're certain it's your time to die.
But the code of the trail is "move forward don't fail"
Though your knees and ego are scarred.
All the swelling and pain is just part of the game
In the long run it's quitting that's hard!

"I'm sick of the pain!" Well, now, that's a shame
But you're strong, you're healthy, and bright.
So you've had a bad stretch and you're ready to retch,
Shoulders back, move forward, and fight.
It's the plugging away that will win you the day,
Now don't be a loser my friend!
So the goal isn't near, why advance to the rear.
All struggles eventually end.

It's simple to cry that your finished; and die.
It's easy to whimper and whine.
Move forward and fight, though there's no help in sight
You'll soon cross the lost finish line.
You'll come out of the black, with the wind at your back,
As the clouds start to part; there's the sun.
Then you'll know in your heart, as you did at the start.
You're not a quitter. You've Won!!

- by Gene Thibeault

and again!!!!!!.............................particular ly relevant in this weather! thanx x runner and enjoy running and racing today all...i is offski