Today's poet

[freckle]

Funny how you see places differently when you're mid-way round the BGR?! Time to add Dunmail to Martcrag, Broad Stand and Yewbarrow to the list of BGR poems written in Costa watching the world go by... Hope it resonates with people because this is how I now see this pivotal spot.

Dunmail

A pass to most
A halt to us
A raise to most
A depth to us
North-south to most
East-west to us
Remote to most
Hubbub to us
Passed by to most
Absorbed by us
A verge to most
Parking to us
Unknown to most
Dear to us
A road to most
Dunmail to us

This is excellent One Off! I can't pretend to understand it like a BGR er but I like the way it is constructed and the sentiment!.......now I do hope that a poet of your calibre will be attending the armitage gig!

[IanDarkpeak]

This is excellent One Off! I can't pretend to understand it like a BGR er but I like the way it is constructed and the sentiment!.......now I do hope that a poet of your calibre will be attending the armitage gig!

Very Good One Off, I can agree with the flow and sentiment as one that it is written about.

[freckle]

Bottomless Pit

Here i cling for dear life,
The pit beckons, welcoming,
Hang on, things left to do.

for merry.......

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JqOqo50LSZ0

[OneOffPoet]

Thanks for the comments, and the invitation to the Armitage gig. Does it matter that a newbie to poetry like me doesn;t know who Armitage is? Sorry....

When and where is it again?

Of course, i'll have to 'out' myself from my OOP alter-ego if i do go. I genuinely never thought I'd write more than one poem and given that it was my first, i was reluctant to share it amongst people who are long time poetry fans for risk of embarassment. Hence the OOP guise.

Kind of like having a little secret hiding place but if I can make the gig I'll come as me, as it were!

THanks again for the support which is the reason there was a second poem. I'm really enjoying them now - a new hobby

OOP

[freckle]

...now i know that can't be true....

i think only a trip to the simonside fells heralds the answer!!!!!

[freckle]

Thanks for the comments, and the invitation to the Armitage gig. Does it matter that a newbie to poetry like me doesn;t know who Armitage is? Sorry....

When and where is it again?

Of course, i'll have to 'out' myself from my OOP alter-ego if i do go. I genuinely never thought I'd write more than one poem and given that it was my first, i was reluctant to share it amongst people who are long time poetry fans for risk of embarassment. Hence the OOP guise.

Kind of like having a little secret hiding place but if I can make the gig I'll come as me, as it were!

THanks again for the support which is the reason there was a second poem. I'm really enjoying them now - a new hobby

OOP

its the 15th July at Dufton a lovely little village in North Yorks we will post more details nearer the time be great to see you there...keep up the poetry!

[freckle]

Mmmmm i reckon its getting a bit too freckly around here....so here is my last post for the evening.....

dedicated to the pang of seperation......and the constancy of love

I carry your heart
E E Cummings

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)

[woodlander]

It strikes me that my humble blog at http://poet-in-residence.blogspot.com may be something for somebody?

Thanks forkind comments Stevie, Derby Tup, Harry Howgill and everyone on this forum. You are great!
By the way, my favourite poem about running is 'The Song of the Ungirt Runners'. I haven't checked but it MUST be on the blog and on this thread too!

[freckle]

Thanks forkind comments Stevie, Derby Tup, Harry Howgill and everyone on this forum. You are great!
By the way, my favourite poem about running is 'The Song of the Ungirt Runners'. I haven't checked but it MUST be on the blog and on this thread too!

Morning all...thanks woodlander for this great resource I just had a quick look and found this lovely poem....

Dream Variations by Langston Hughes

To fling my arms wide
In some place of the sun,
To whirl and to dance
Till the white day is done.
Then rest at cool evening
Beneath a tall tree
While night comes on gently,
Dark like me--
That is my dream!
To fling my arms wide
In the face of the sun,Dance!
Whirl! Whirl!
Till the quick day is done.
Rest at pale evening . . .A tall, slim tree . . .
Night coming tenderly
Black like me.

[Stevie]

Thanks forkind comments Stevie, Derby Tup, Harry Howgill and everyone on this forum. You are great!
By the way, my favourite poem about running is 'The Song of the Ungirt Runners'. I haven't checked but it MUST be on the blog and on this thread too!

It's good to have a "real" poet in our midst. I don't think the poem you mention has been posted on this forum so here it is:

The Song of Ungirt Runners

We swing ungirded hips,
And lightened are our eyes,
The rain is on our lips,
We do not run for prize.
We know not whom we trust
Nor whitherward we fare,
But we run because we must
Through the great wide air.

The waters of the seas
Are troubled as by storm.
The tempest strips the trees
And does not leave them warm.
Does the tearing tempest pause?
Do the tree-tops ask it why?
So we run without a cause
'Neath the big bare sky.

The rain is on our lips,
We do not run for prize.
But the storm the water whips
And the wave howls to the skies.
The winds arise and strike it
And scatter it like sand,
And we run because we like it
Through the broad bright land.

Charles Hamilton Sorley

I was interested to read on Wikipedia that cross country running in the rain was a favourite activity of Sorley.