The Mad Woman hates them all
The Mad Man most of all
The Mad Man runs to the hills
But in the Mad House
He stays
The Mad Woman hates them all
The Mad Man most of all
The Mad Man runs to the hills
But in the Mad House
He stays
Yeap, like it Stolly. But personally, I find a run to the hills cures me of such 'ills', if only temporally. But on the same theme...Originally Posted by Stolly
Claybury Hospital Approach
by: Anne Rees (1952- )
The planetrees must know madmen, madwomen -
Planted a century ago. November's
Sun blazes embers
Redly through eye corners, "You too
Are human, even if you're mad.", sun says.
As do the planes. Perhaps psychosis
Makes one's fright of oneself worse?
But the planes line the avenue stiffly, obstinately:
"This is humanity." they say.
"And happiness in Claybury." their sockets sticking
With bare needles like knitting,
They've seen sufferers find peace
Since bindings in wet sheets,
Now it is tablets, ECT, injections.
There's no apology, there is routine.
Sunset's red, redder than nervous terror
Don't be afraid, alone:
Blow up the crisp-packet of dark id
Clap it smacked! Health is that bit further
Off. Planes root in the present and insist on happiness.
Like the crisp packet metaphor too
Am Yisrael Chai
Not really a poem this one but anyhow,
Every morning in Africa, a gazelle wakes up. It knows it must outrun the fastest lion or it will be killed. Every morning in Africa, a lion wakes up. It knows it must run faster than the slowest gazelle, or it will starve. It doesn't matter whether you're a lion or a gazelle,when the sun comes up, you'd better be running.
Nice one Scott. Good to see you today. That looks pretty poetic to me.Not really a poem this one but anyhow,
Every morning in Africa, a gazelle wakes up. It knows it must outrun the fastest lion or it will be killed. Every morning in Africa, a lion wakes up. It knows it must run faster than the slowest gazelle, or it will starve. It doesn't matter whether you're a lion or a gazelle,when the sun comes up, you'd better be running.
You could do this with it......
Every morning in Africa,
A gazelle wakes up.
It knows it must outrun
The fastest lion
Or it will be killed.
Every morning in Africa,
A lion wakes up.
It knows it must run
Faster than the slowest gazelle,
Or it will starve.
It doesn't matter whether
You're a lion or a gazelle,
When the sun comes up,
You'd better be running.
Ahh yeah nice one Al
Some William Wordsworth for a Sunday evening:
On Freckles First Ascent to Helvellyn
INMATE of a mountain-dwelling,
Thou hast run aloft, and gazed
From the watch-towers of Helvellyn;
Awed, delighted, and amazed!
Potent was the spell that bound thee
Not unwilling to obey;
For blue Ether's arms, flung round thee,
Stilled the pantings of dismay.
Lo! the dwindled woods and meadows;
What a vast abyss is there!
Lo! the clouds, the solemn shadows,
And the glistenings--heavenly fair!
And a record of commotion
Which a thousand ridges yield;
Ridge, and gulf, and distant ocean
Gleaming like a silver shield!
Maiden! now take flight;--inherit
Alps or Andes--they are thine!
With the morning's roseate Spirit,
Sweep their length of snowy line;
Or survey their bright dominions
In the gorgeous colours drest
Flung from off the purple pinions,
Evening spreads throughout the west!
Thine are all the coral fountains
Warbling in each sparry vault
Of the untrodden lunar mountains;
Listen to their songs!--or halt,
To Niphates' top invited,
Whither spiteful Satan steered;
Or descend where the ark alighted,
When the green earth re-appeared;
For the power of hills is on thee,
As was witnessed through thine eye
Then, when old Helvellyn won thee
To confess their majesty!
Hi there just taking a break from the ironing of uniforms....aye its an exciting life being mamma freckle....
X runner you are too kind in your adaptations...sometimes I wonder if you are checking whether I am still paying attention!
anyhoo, thank goodness for other more inspired fellpoets out there!!!!....
comon Harry you didn't think I would let it pass did ya?
Mr Howgill the most modest
A gentleman you would meet
Excels at Firbank Fell
Now I am sure DT or the others can come up something better but just wanted to say "well done Harry!!!!!!".....
Last edited by freckle; 17-01-2010 at 11:26 PM.
this is nothing to do with fells...just a little bit of my heritage
A northumbrian folk song
Come here, maw little Jacky,
Now aw've smoked mi backy,
Let's hev a bit o' cracky,
Till the boat comes in.
Chorus:
Dance ti' thy daddy, sing ti' thy mammy,
Dance ti' thy daddy, ti' thy mammy sing;
Thou shall hev a fishy on a little dishy,
Thou shall hev a fishy when the boat comes in.
Here's thy mother humming,
Like a canny woman;
Yonder comes thy father,
Drunk - he cannot stand.
Chorus:
Dance ti' thy daddy, sing ti' thy mammy,
Dance ti' thy daddy, ti' thy mammy sing;
Thou shall hev a fishy on a little dishy,
Thou shall hev a haddock when the boat comes in.
Our Tommy's always fuddling,
He's so fond of ale,
But he's kind to me,
I hope he'll never fail.
Chorus:
Dance ti' thy daddy, sing ti' thy mammy,
Dance ti' thy daddy, ti' thy mammy sing;
Thou shall hev a fishy on a little dishy,
Thou shall hev a bloater when the boat comes in.
I like a drop mysel',
When I can get it sly,
And thou, my bonny bairn,
Will lik't as well as I.
Chorus:
Dance ti' thy daddy, sing ti' thy mammy,
Dance ti' thy daddy, ti' thy mammy sing;
Thou shall hev a fishy on a little dishy,
Thou shall hev a mackerel when the boat comes in.
May we get a drop,
Oft as we stand in need;
And weel may the keel row
That brings the bairns their bread.
Chorus:
Dance ti' thy daddy, sing ti' thy mammy,
Dance ti' thy daddy, ti' thy mammy sing;
Thou shall hev a fishy on a little dishy,
Thou shall hev a salmon when the boat comes in.
Hes, here is some more information about your hares.
I suspect most of the words for the hare are hapax legomenon.
I've got loads of lego men here if you ever need one.
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