Today's poet

[Ambrosia Kid]

Youth.

So quickly it's gone the days when everything was yours,
When if you wanted something your confidence would open the doors,
Out all night loving hard, living fast squeezing the marrow out of everyday,
Not thinking about the future just where's the next lay.

Now when i'm older i look back sometimes bitter,sometimes fond,
I just lived for the day never thinking that there was anything beyond,
It would be great to be able to go back for the day and give some advice,
Just to warn myself that all of the loving and living fast comes at a price.

By Matt Harmston.

Like that a lot,,,,, they say, youth is wasted on the young

[Harry H Howgill]

A pair of red Chelsea boots was found at today’s Simonside race. Inside was a pair of sunglasses and a race number (0161) and scrawled on the back was this. If the owner wants them bloody back then they had bloody better drop me a bloody pm.

Simonside

The bloody frost the bloody ice
I thought it would be bloody nice
To go out to a bloody race
To bloody show my bloody face
The bloody course was bloody good
The bloody rocks the bloody mud
The marshals they were bloody great
They bloody were first bloody rate
I’m bloody glad I shared a ride
To go run bloody Simonside

I heard a bloody runner yell
Too bloody late I bloody fell
In a freezing bloody ditch
Then I got the bloody stitch
The bloody aches the bloody pain
At least it didn’t bloody rain
That bloody hill was bloody steep
It nearly made me bloody weep
“You’ll be fine” they bloody lied
All round bloody Simonside

Too bloody fast the bloody pace
Will be my last this bloody race
I set of too damn bloody fast
Everyone came bloody past
Bloody blisters bloody murder
Eleven miles? It’s bloody further!
Bloody loved it, bloody ace
My bloody favourite bloody race
I bloody laughed I bloody cried
Evidently Simonside

[Harry H Howgill]

awww thanks HHH it was such a lovely run, really enjoyed it, think you and some other fell poets shoud do it next year! imagine? wud be such a laff

I'm glad you had a fun day. I live for glorious days like that in the hills.

I saw a giraffe and met Santa today. Also good fun.

[Mountain Goatess]

A pair of red Chelsea boots was found at today’s Simonside race. Inside was a pair of sunglasses and a race number (0161) and scrawled on the back was this. If the owner wants them bloody back then they had bloody better drop me a bloody pm.

Simonside

The bloody frost the bloody ice
I thought it would be bloody nice
To go out to a bloody race
To bloody show my bloody face
The bloody course was bloody good
The bloody rocks the bloody mud
The marshals they were bloody great
They bloody were first bloody rate
I’m bloody glad I shared a ride
To go run bloody Simonside

I heard a bloody runner yell
Too bloody late I bloody fell
In a freezing bloody ditch
Then I got the bloody stitch
The bloody aches the bloody pain
At least it didn’t bloody rain
That bloody hill was bloody steep
It nearly made me bloody weep
“You’ll be fine” they bloody lied
All round bloody Simonside

Too bloody fast the bloody pace
Will be my last this bloody race
I set of too damn bloody fast
Everyone came bloody past
Bloody blisters bloody murder
Eleven miles? It’s bloody further!
Bloody loved it, bloody ace
My bloody favourite bloody race
I bloody laughed I bloody cried
Evidently Simonside

Thats bloody fabulous HHH!
I'm sorry I didn't get to meet you today!
Bloody Simonside? Bloody loved it!

[Old Whippet]

A pair of red Chelsea boots was found at today’s Simonside race. Inside was a pair of sunglasses and a race number (0161) and scrawled on the back was this. If the owner wants them bloody back then they had bloody better drop me a bloody pm.

Simonside

The bloody frost the bloody ice
I thought it would be bloody nice
To go out to a bloody race
To bloody show my bloody face
The bloody course was bloody good
The bloody rocks the bloody mud
The marshals they were bloody great
They bloody were first bloody rate
I’m bloody glad I shared a ride
To go run bloody Simonside

I heard a bloody runner yell
Too bloody late I bloody fell
In a freezing bloody ditch
Then I got the bloody stitch
The bloody aches the bloody pain
At least it didn’t bloody rain
That bloody hill was bloody steep
It nearly made me bloody weep
“You’ll be fine” they bloody lied
All round bloody Simonside

Too bloody fast the bloody pace
Will be my last this bloody race
I set of too damn bloody fast
Everyone came bloody past
Bloody blisters bloody murder
Eleven miles? It’s bloody further!
Bloody loved it, bloody ace
My bloody favourite bloody race
I bloody laughed I bloody cried
Evidently Simonside

brilliant HHH - The bard of Salford, HHH and Simonside fell race have evidently got caught up in that machine that was in the film The Fly and produced this verse.

I'm sick as a chip for not having thought of doing a fell race poem to the sound of Chicken Town - absolutely marvellous! (and by the way, you tube will have that amazing bit from The Sopranos where JCC incredibly crops up doing Chicken Town) - check it out poetry people!
Now... I thought you must have been there. but apparently not. It was a cracking day on the fells of Northumberland. A really good race and very christmassy if anyone fancies it next year.

HHH - as good as ever got posted here!

[Old Whippet]

just in case... if anyone wants to check out HHH's pastiche skills...here's the original;

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bEWT6pdjON8

[freckle]

I'm glad you had a fun day. I live for glorious days like that in the hills.

I saw a giraffe and met Santa today. Also good fun.

HHH that adaptation as very good....santa and giraffes...coolio

[Old Whippet]

but lets not pretend JCC prefers B words when F words work 100% better!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l098T...eature=related

better by far - but HHH, i think you might not get away with this on the thread!

[Nathaniel Lee]

Black night.

Black night crushes the life from me,
Visions of my death come easily,
Imagine yourself all alone in the world,
Feel the threads of your sanity being unfurled.

Think of the lowest that you have been,
Times that by ten then your close to what i've seen,
People will think here he goes again he's blue,
But if you dealt with this shit everyday would it change you.

It takes over your mind and turns it on itself,
Destroying your personality,ruining your health,
You find yourself on a ward with more of your kind,
While the rest of society pretends to be blind.

You are a shell of yourself chock full of meds,
Staring blankly forward with the others out of our heads,
So think to yourself what a lucky person you be,
Not having to wrestle each day with your in/sanity.

By Matthew Harmston.

[freckle]

Black night.

Black night crushes the life from me,
Visions of my death come easily,
Imagine yourself all alone in the world,
Feel the threads of your sanity being unfurled.

Think of the lowest that you have been,
Times that by ten then your close to what i've seen,
People will think here he goes again he's blue,
But if you dealt with this shit everyday would it change you.

It takes over your mind and turns it on itself,
Destroying your personality,ruining your health,
You find yourself on a ward with more of your kind,
While the rest of society pretends to be blind.

You are a shell of yourself chock full of meds,
Staring blankly forward with the others out of our heads,
So think to yourself what a lucky person you be,
Not having to wrestle each day with your in/sanity.

By Matthew Harmston.

another good one tri......eloquent and well observed as ever