Today's poet

[freckle]

Horbury Junction

“Tha c’n see ‘wind.”
“Tha can nivver!
...Wheer?”
“On ‘towpath for a start...
A lad, blackbright,
Wi air cat’s-fur-leet.
Bare legs, brambled-dragged,
Awthorn, blackthorn, dog-rose-ripped.
Gooin too fast i tummles ower ‘n trips
Clips,
Whips,
Strips ‘black ‘watter off ‘Broad Cut,
And,
Bi ‘viaduct
A lock gate shudders.”

Dear Guick Dotto, welcome to the thread!....Well, every now and then this thread suprises me in a very good way!....

What a fantastic poem! really refreshing to see dialect used and such a lovely little story... its got a real authenticity about it, please write and post more! :thumbup:

[Guick Dotto]

Thanks Freckle. Very gratifying! I will now.

[Mossdog]

Ode To The Joys of Fell Running

Running the fells can be great joy and delight
especially when horizonal rain blurs the sight
When there's nowt on the telly and t' pubs are closed
it's run headlong up that hill and follow ya nose

I adore that sense of sweat sticking to my face
the burning sinews as I hurriedly quicken the pace
the salt shadows left around forehead and my eyes
and multitude of chasing blue-bottled flies

Ignoring the dip that my weaker spirits betray
when a big bugger of a hill rears up in my way
when I'm well lost on route and a jolly walker appears
I smile and look cheery and bury my loathsome fears

Jumping through heather and skipping atop the bog
it rite brillaint when God turns on the peasouper flippin fog
And to return to the car all covered in lovely fell shite
to discover the keys are are nowhere in ruddy sight....

Tripping over tussocks and plodding through peat
Desperately trying to stay on two feet
Bowing my head to the local god on the climb
While trying to remember its all in the mind.

And the best bit of fell running
for me, has to be....
the pleasantly aching legs afterwards
Oh...and a nice cup of tea!

Twisting of the ankles and scarring of the calves
if ya wanna be a fell runner don't do stuff by halves
Scrambling up Hellvelyn and sliding down the Swirral
in winter it's a gas which do at you own peril....


All comers welcome.....more additions?

[Mossdog]

Horbury Junction

“Tha c’n see ‘wind.”
“Tha can nivver!
...Wheer?”
“On ‘towpath for a start...
A lad, blackbright,
Wi air cat’s-fur-leet.
Bare legs, brambled-dragged,
Awthorn, blackthorn, dog-rose-ripped.
Gooin too fast i tummles ower ‘n trips
Clips,
Whips,
Strips ‘black ‘watter off ‘Broad Cut,
And,
Bi ‘viaduct
A lock gate shudders.”

Nice one GD

[Mossdog]

If You Forget Me

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.

Pablo Neruda

[freckle]

Love that neruda mossy...no one wants to be forgotten in matters of the heart...........

on a different note, my six year old daughter has taken an interest in writing poetry and i promised her i would post this her latest bit of work tonight....she was quite excited by the prospect bless her...nowt like a bit of nepotism eh?

A star
by Sophie

My world is like an ant and a pig
Some things are small and some things are big
In night I shimmer, sparkle and gleam
meanwhile children snore and dream
I am surrounded by planets, stars and the gloomy moon
and down in the street there is a doom.


think i can see a bit of a plath influence there!

[Harry H Howgill]

You must tell her that her poem wins the best opening line prize ever on the forum. That is fabulous.

Love that neruda mossy...no one wants to be forgotten in matters of the heart...........

on a different note, my six year old daughter has taken an interest in writing poetry and i promised her i would post this her latest bit of work tonight....she was quite excited by the prospect bless her...nowt like a bit of nepotism eh?

A star
by Sophie

My world is like an ant and a pig
Some things are small and some things are big
In night I shimmer, sparkle and gleam
meanwhile children snore and dream
I am surrounded by planets, stars and the gloomy moon
and down in the street there is a doom.


think i can see a bit of a plath influence there!

[freckle]

You must tell her that her poem wins the best opening line prize ever on the forum. That is fabulous.

thanks Harry...hope your good mister ! :-)

[Derby Tup]

Warburtons crumpets
toasted, topped with Wensleydale
golden, bubbling



Hey and another well done to Sophie!

[Alf]

Warburtons crumpets
toasted, topped with Wensleydale
golden, bubbling



Hey and another well done to Sophie!

Just got back from a run and toasted four Warburton's crumpets and smothered them with butter