Today's poet

[freckle]

Went to see Carol Ann Duffy the over night

She read three poems from, the worlds wife

about four poems from rapture including, text, syntax

and two new poems including the one abou t David Beckham I think that reading was the first public reading of the poem.

She is very entertaining, but the reading only lasted forty five minutes which is short considering a full price ticket was a tenner

Quite difficuilt to understand what she is saying at times as well

I would really like to go to something like this, thanks for the review, how did you find out about it? her website or something?

[Derby Tup]

Oystercatcher flock
forty-five strong by river
an amazing sight

[swift]

It’s the penultimate headtorch run of the year,
The usual format: dash up a hill, then drink beer,
We all start off in scenic Appletreewick,
The usual faces: Grifter, Millipede, Brett and Stick

Along the flowing Wharfe we all trot,
Then up to Simon’s Seat, that’s our spot,
Me and Millipede plod along at the back,
Enjoying post Hobble gossip, savouring the craic

To let everyone through, I open a gate,
And up in the trees there’s an owl calling its mate,
The fields are full of lambs and ewes,
As my mind turns to post-run booze

Ace descender Ted leads the pack home,
This is his country; the Dale’s where he roams,
While seeing him rapidly flying past,
It dawns quickly on us that we’ll be the last

After the run, it’s into the Craven to quench our thirst,
Where to start? Bronte Bitter for me first,
The Hetton Pale Ale is really great,
And Moorhouse’s of Burnley is supped by the crate

When we’ve finally finished our ale,
It’s time to wander home, back down the Dale,
With thoughts of summer evenings and our next run,
Being out in the dark is great but it’s hard to beat the sun!

That's lovely DT.

[Harry H Howgill]

Oooooo I like a challenge!


Definitions

Hoo man Mossy,
Wor frecks is belta,
Aye she’s right clivva,
divin’t dis the freckle,
she might get monged
and she is not minted,
but she knaas her Geordie slang,
and “lush” is geet lovely or nice,
but hey ney botha mossy,
I’ll no take offence,
a pint of snecklifter or two,
after the AW,
and all the radgieness will disappear,
all thoughts of you being a Heed the Baal,
gone forever!




voila.........

If Oven Gloves is reading this perhaps you would like to correct me if I have the wrong definition!/have anything to add? your first poem perhaps.....actually you probs running at the club which is where I should be, no wonder i am always right at the back!

http://bannedfromthebeagle.blogspot....die-slang.html

oh and this is really really important! apparently key geordie words like "hinny" are dying out, this CANNOT happen, so i beg you start using the word "hinny" today and tomorrow and everyday!

http://www.chroniclelive.co.uk/north...2703-14019611/

That's wonderful Freckle. My Granny still uses the word hinny. I must try and use it more.

[Roy Scott]

It’s the penultimate headtorch run of the year,
The usual format: dash up a hill, then drink beer,
We all start off in scenic Appletreewick,
The usual faces: Grifter, Millipede, Brett and Stick

Along the flowing Wharfe we all trot,
Then up to Simon’s Seat, that’s our spot,
Me and Millipede plod along at the back,
Enjoying post Hobble gossip, savouring the craic

To let everyone through, I open a gate,
And up in the trees there’s an owl calling its mate,
The fields are full of lambs and ewes,
As my mind turns to post-run booze

Ace descender Ted leads the pack home,
This is his country; the Dale’s where he roams,
While seeing him rapidly flying past,
It dawns quickly on us that we’ll be the last

After the run, it’s into the Craven to quench our thirst,
Where to start? Bronte Bitter for me first,
The Hetton Pale Ale is really great,
And Moorhouse’s of Burnley is supped by the crate

When we’ve finally finished our ale,
It’s time to wander home, back down the Dale,
With thoughts of summer evenings and our next run,
Being out in the dark is great but it’s hard to beat the sun!

Thats quality DT. Your not wrong about the welcome sun, it has been a long winter.

[freckle]

That's wonderful Freckle. My Granny still uses the word hinny. I must try and use it more.

Aye wor lad you do that! , I too is going to see Joss, he might not write poems but when I heard him speak the last time i thought he had bags of charisma and told the odd joke or two! be good to see you there harry!

[freckle]

Oystercatcher flock
forty-five strong by river
an amazing sight

This is really lovely, I have a real soft spot for oyster catchers....

[Harry H Howgill]

Aye wor lad you do that! , I too is going to see Joss, he might not write poems but when I heard him speak the last time i thought he had bags of charisma and told the odd joke or two! be good to see you there harry!

Why aye Hinny.

It should be a good night out. The theatre at the lake is a great spot.

[freckle]

Still


A long day,
a tiring day,
I lie,
we lie,
wordless,
in each others arms,
the balm of silence and warmth between us,
and watch without sight
as the days woes wash away
into the ink of the night.

[Derby Tup]

Love 'the balm of silence and warmth' freckle

Still


A long day,
a tiring day,
I lie,
we lie,
wordless,
in each others arms,
the balm of silence and warmth between us,
and watch without sight
as the days woes wash away
into the ink of the night.