Have a listen to "Why should I tidy my room" on here. It is so sweet.
http://www.myspace.com/107907074
Have a listen to "Why should I tidy my room" on here. It is so sweet.
http://www.myspace.com/107907074
Great stuff freckleOriginally Posted by freckle
Did anyone catch "A good read" on Radio 4 this afternoon ? They were discussing Simon Armitage's recent translation of 'Sir Gawain and the Green Knight' . They seemed very impressed with it
Here is an article about Allan "Boff" Whalley, the fell runner and the Chumbawamba guitarist.Have a listen to "Why should I tidy my room" on here. It is so sweet.
http://www.myspace.com/107907074
Last edited by XRunner; 16-03-2010 at 11:34 PM.
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate, my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
ee cummings
Am Yisrael Chai
You could've written this for my son Tom....
When he was little I used to call him pickle (because he was always in one) and we used to play a tickling game if he needed cheering up.
I'd tickle him and he's scream for me to stop, then when I did stop he'd giggle and say tickle me!
He's now taller than me and still needs cheering up quite often. An occasional tickle still raises a grin
oh dear...the devil makes work for idle hounds....
Funny old place
this poetry thread
where poems are crafted
presented and read
Tentative offerings
modestly proffered
generous responses
enocouragement offered
Days in the mountains
imagined or real
depicted in colour
with poetic zeal
Flora and fauna
moorland and hill
blood sweat and tears
all grist to the mill.
Yet scratching the surface
is there a subtext?
beneath the veneer
an emotional vortex
Of turmoil, longing,
frustration and yearning?
Sometimes this thread
is so hot it's burning
Closer inspection
suggests a dual purpose
for the purveyors
of fell running verses
It's clearly both playground
for rhymers and punners
but also a knocking shop
for frustrated fell runners
Last edited by Old Whippet; 17-03-2010 at 12:40 AM.
London. Has it's charms
but keeps them too well hidden
to inspire haiku
This is sublime!
Not dipped in here for ages.
Blimey it's got some legs
Innit
Posting Permissions
Reply With Quote