Blimey Hes, I have to admit I was snoozing by that time. Hope you had a productive evening.Originally Posted by Hes
The physio recommended insoles too once I get back to running.
I like veggie sausages, but you got me thinking laterally...
Veggie Sausages:
Shock absorbing properties
Of red Sorbothane.
Aw pet..i'll send you some stotties doon too!...i knew there were some advantages to being slightly on the chubster side!!!!!I saw the physio again today and it turns out I've damaged a nerve in my foot which is causing the pins and needles in my heel. Apparently there isn't much fat on the bottom of my heel which normally acts as a shock absorber. So tonight it's chips, choccy and Chardonnay for genuine recouperation purposes!
Keats againyou spoil us ambassador(Hes)
After Noonstone today, a nice hot bath and a few bottles of good ale later its a poem I will embrace most dearly
Well there was not much sign of Spring at Noonstone today so while we are waiting for it
To Spring
O thou with dewy locks, who lookest down
Through the clear windows of the morning, turn
Thine angel eyes upon our western isle,
Which in full choir hails thy approach, O Spring!
The hills tell one another, and the listening
Valleys hear; all our longing eyes are turn’d
Up to thy bright pavilions: issue forth
And let thy holy feet visit our clime!
Come o’er the eastern hills, and let our winds
Kiss thy perfumèd garments; let us taste
Thy morn and evening breath; scatter thy pearls
Upon our lovesick land that mourns for thee.
O deck her forth with thy fair fingers; pour
Thy soft kisses on her bosom; and put
Thy golden crown upon her languish’d head,
Whose modest tresses are bound up for thee.
William Blake
Safe.
Her caress gentle as a breeze,
She opens me up easily,
I can share anything with her,
As i feel her warm breath against my neck,
I feel safe she will protect me,
From myself,
I curl myself around her,
And we sleep in peace.
By Herakles.
opening stride brings
broadening smile across the
north pennine snowfield
I like this a lot, in particular the reference to soft kissesWell there was not much sign of Spring at Noonstone today so while we are waiting for it
To Spring
O thou with dewy locks, who lookest down
Through the clear windows of the morning, turn
Thine angel eyes upon our western isle,
Which in full choir hails thy approach, O Spring!
The hills tell one another, and the listening
Valleys hear; all our longing eyes are turn’d
Up to thy bright pavilions: issue forth
And let thy holy feet visit our clime!
Come o’er the eastern hills, and let our winds
Kiss thy perfumèd garments; let us taste
Thy morn and evening breath; scatter thy pearls
Upon our lovesick land that mourns for thee.
O deck her forth with thy fair fingers; pour
Thy soft kisses on her bosom; and put
Thy golden crown upon her languish’d head,
Whose modest tresses are bound up for thee.
William Blake, sorry......but seriously a really nice poem, hope you are recovering well Alf, i am v tired after high cup nick...
Herakles i really liked your poem v soothing
If I could tell you
Time will say nothing but I told you so,
Time only knows the price we have to pay;
If I could tell you I would let you know.
If we should weep when clowns put on their show,
If we should stumble when musicians play,
Time will say nothing but I told you so.
There are no fortunes to be told, although,
Because I love you more than I can say,
If I could tell you I would let you know.
The winds must come from somewhere when they blow,
There must be reasons why the leaves decay;
Time will say nothing but I told you so.
Perhaps the roses really want to grow,
The vision seriously intends to stay;
If I could tell you I would let you know.
Suppose all the lions get up and go,
And all the brooks and soldiers run away;
Will Time say nothing but I told you so?
If I could tell you I would let you know.
W.H. Auden
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Stars by Emily Bronte
Ah! why, because the dazzling sun
Restored our earth to joy
Have you departed, every one,
And left a desert sky?
All through the night, your glorious eyes
Were gazing down in mine,
And with a full heart's thankful sighs
I blessed that watch divine!
I was at peace, and drank your beams
As they were life to me
And revelled in my changeful dreams
Like petrel on the sea.
Thought followed thought star followed star
Through boundless regions on,
While one sweet influence, near and far,
Thrilled through and proved us one.
Why did the morning dawn to break
So great, so pure a spell,
And scorch with fire the tranquil cheek
Where your cool radiance fell?
Blood-red he rose, and arrow-straight
His fierce beams struck my brow:
The soul of Nature sprang elate,
But mine sank sad and low!
My lids closed down, yet through their veil
I saw him blazing still;
And steep in gold the misty dale
And flash upon the hill.
I turned me to the pillow then
To call back Night, and see
Your worlds of solemn light, again
Throb with my heart and me!
It would not do the pillow glowed
And glowed both roof and floor,
And birds sang loudly in the wood,
And fresh winds shook the door.
The curtains waved, the wakened flies
Were murmuring round my room,
Imprisoned there, till I should rise
And give them leave to roam.
O Stars and Dreams and Gentle Night;
O Night and Stars return!
And hide me from the hostile light
That does not warm, but burn
That drains the blood of suffering men;
Drinks tears, instead of dew:
Let me sleep through his blinding reign,
And only wake with you!
The Greatest Gift
Wordly fools search for exotic masters.
not realizing that their own mind is the master.
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