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    Re: Today's poet

    I am the colours of the setting sun
    I am tommorrow when today is done
    I am the big bang and its crunch
    and the reason you eat Sunday lunch
    I am a black hole that eats up stars
    and the fuel you put in cars
    I am the earth, grass and flowers
    I give life and take the hours
    I could be a rock or grain of sand
    I am everything you hold in your hand

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    Quote Originally Posted by N-dubya View Post
    I am the colours of the setting sun
    I am tommorrow when today is done
    I am the big bang and its crunch
    and the reason you eat Sunday lunch
    I am a black hole that eats up stars
    and the fuel you put in cars
    I am the earth, grass and flowers
    I give life and take the hours
    I could be a rock or grain of sand
    I am everything you hold in your hand
    I love this! I also liked 'Towards the End', it was poignant and moving without being overly sentimental. Extremely effective.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Alf View Post
    This might be a tad religious for some tastes.

    I am the Great Sun

    (From a Normandy crucifix of 1632)
    by Charles Causley

    I am the great sun, but you do not see me,
    I am your husband, but you turn away.
    I am the captive, but you do not free me,
    I am the captain but you will not obey.
    I am the truth, but you will not believe me,
    I am the city where you will not stay.
    I am your wife, your child, but you will leave me,
    I am that God to whom you will not pray.
    I am your counsel, but you will not hear me,
    I am your lover whom you will betray.
    I am the victor, but you do not cheer me,
    I am the holy dove whom you will slay.
    I am your life, but if you will not name me,
    Seal up your soul with tears, and never blame me.
    I like this too, I think you could use a lot of the lines and apply it to whatever is the most important thing to you...whether that is God, nature, love etc...and it becomes a poem about when we briefly lose faith in these things.

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    Quote Originally Posted by tinyman View Post
    Try this as a bit of light relief Emmilou

    Nigh on 40 years ago, shortly after I started my first job in a cartographers office in Sunderland, I was told by one of the old hands there that “Map-reading isn’t a skill, it’s an belief”. This past year of my fellrunning comeback has meant that I’ve repeatedly explored that belief - not least on the Hobble last weekend.

    Here’s a bit of Miroslav Holub that I use to reassure myself.

    Brief reflection on maps

    Albert Szent-Gyorgi, who knew a thing or two about maps,
    by which life moves somewhere or other,
    used to tell this story from the war,
    through which history moves somewhere or other:

    From a small Hungarian unit in the Alps a young lieutenant
    sent out a scouting party into the icy wastes.
    At once
    it began to snow, it snowed for two days and the party
    did not return. The lieutenant was in distress: he had sent
    his men to their deaths.

    On the third day, however, the scouting party was back.
    Where had they been? How had they managed to find their way?
    Yes, the men explained, we certainly thought we were
    lost and awaited our end. When suddenly one of our lot
    found a map in his pocket. We felt reassured.
    We made a bivouac, waited for the snow to stop, and then
    with the map
    found the right direction.
    And here we are.

    The lieutenant asked to see that remarkable map in order to
    study it. It wasn’t a map of the Alps
    but the Pyrenees.

    Goodbye
    Brilliant!!! I can so relate to that. I am thinking of getting a map of Aran for when I run Jura this year!

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    Quote Originally Posted by emmilou View Post
    Not visited in here for far too long but insprired after reading a poetry book last night, however Mossdog and Hes especially have made me cry! It's too dangerous in here!!
    Sorry for making you cry...if you can be bothered wading back a few thousand posts (!) you'll find a load of daft poems on biscuit porn, that should reassure you that it isn't all doom and gloom here.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Hes View Post
    Sorry for making you cry...if you can be bothered wading back a few thousand posts (!) you'll find a load of daft poems on biscuit porn, that should reassure you that it isn't all doom and gloom here.
    oh it wasn't doom and gloom!! I'm just soppy!!!

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    My Life.

    I am there at the beginning,
    I am there at the end,
    I am the pain that fight with everyday of your life,
    I am the part of you that cuts each day with a knife,
    I am the scars that run down your wrist,
    I am the siren call of death that you can't resist,
    I am the relief that you feel as you start to fade,
    I am the slow pooling blood in which you are laid,
    I am wonderment as you are passing on,
    I am the answer to the question now you are gone.

    By Herakles

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    Quote Originally Posted by tinyman View Post
    Try this as a bit of light relief Emmilou

    Nigh on 40 years ago, shortly after I started my first job in a cartographers office in Sunderland, I was told by one of the old hands there that “Map-reading isn’t a skill, it’s an belief”. This past year of my fellrunning comeback has meant that I’ve repeatedly explored that belief - not least on the Hobble last weekend.

    Here’s a bit of Miroslav Holub that I use to reassure myself.

    Brief reflection on maps

    Albert Szent-Gyorgi, who knew a thing or two about maps,
    by which life moves somewhere or other,
    used to tell this story from the war,
    through which history moves somewhere or other:

    From a small Hungarian unit in the Alps a young lieutenant
    sent out a scouting party into the icy wastes.
    At once
    it began to snow, it snowed for two days and the party
    did not return. The lieutenant was in distress: he had sent
    his men to their deaths.

    On the third day, however, the scouting party was back.
    Where had they been? How had they managed to find their way?
    Yes, the men explained, we certainly thought we were
    lost and awaited our end. When suddenly one of our lot
    found a map in his pocket. We felt reassured.
    We made a bivouac, waited for the snow to stop, and then
    with the map
    found the right direction.
    And here we are.

    The lieutenant asked to see that remarkable map in order to
    study it. It wasn’t a map of the Alps
    but the Pyrenees.

    Goodbye
    That's fabulous. And very relevent to fell running too. There is more than one person out there who carries exactly the same map whatever race they are running.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Derby Tup View Post
    Unending Love

    I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times…
    In life after life, in age after age, forever.
    My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
    That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,
    In life after life, in age after age, forever.

    Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, it's age-old pain,
    It's ancient tale of being apart or together.
    As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,
    Clad in the light of a pole-star piercing the darkness of time:
    You become an image of what is remembered forever.

    You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.
    At the heart of time, love of one for another.
    We have played along side millions of lovers, shared in the same
    Shy sweetness of meeting, the same distressful tears of farewell-
    Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.

    Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you
    The love of all man’s days both past and forever:
    Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life.
    The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours –
    And the songs of every poet past and forever

    Rabindranath Tagore

    According to 'Old Poetry' web-site this was Audrey Hepburn's favourite poem and Gregory Peck read it out at her funeral
    i love this in particular the line about old love in shapes that renew and renew...lovely

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    Quote Originally Posted by N-dubya View Post
    Towards the End

    She was like a dodgem car stuttering, low
    on sparks, all stops and starts a walk of a
    hundred yards or slightly less could test
    her heart and all its gubbins. Smoking started

    at the age of nine, she never
    stopped or tried to quit ever. Even
    when early on in her career, her dad,
    my great grandad locked her in the cellar
    or bogey hole, with a pack of fags and a
    box of matches. Everyone was lit and
    smoked in turn, till she was ill. After eightyone

    years a full patina of nicotine
    on the index and middle finger is no more
    than a give away of a dirty habit. The real
    trouble was the rattling in her shoes.
    The body decaying; her very toes
    had blackened and shook loose, like
    those of a mishapped mountaineer.

    Death itself is instantaneous, dying
    can take, minutes or years. It took
    six months of refusing food, developing
    bedsores and fits whilst possessed
    under the spell of morphine. The end
    was not sudden, unexpected or unseen
    and however much grief you bare it
    does not compare to the relief.
    this is really moving n dubya i am a bit speechless but i really like it

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