Walkaboutsverse

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Little Hawk
Date: 17 Jun 08 - 08:53 AM

You mean 0800, WAV?

Hey, Cecil, Amos is actually a good guy, but he decided to lock horns with you awhile back on the basis of some suspicion he had about you being "a troll"...and you know how the human mind works?

It decides "This guy (or gal) is no good!" and then it sets about fighting a war whenever it spots "that guy" from that point on. The usual thing that happens is that the other person reacts back in the same fashion. You now have 2 people who get more and more pissed off every time they read anything the other one says, and they react to it, and they post a sarcastic, contemptuous retort, and explain what a jerk they think the other person is. The reaction sets off a counter-reaction. This is exactly how feuds get started and how they grow worse over time. It's also how wars work. At the beginning of the war both sides are thinking in terms of holding to tradition, being honorable, only attacking the other side's combatants, not bombing any civilian targets...and so on...but by the end of the war they are both bombing the hell out of every civilian target they can find, massacring innocent people wholesale, executing and starving their prisoners, shooting up fishing boats because there are no big ships left to torpedo, and dropping A-bombs on helpless cities full of noncombatants.

And they both feel justified in committing every horrendous act, because they have lost all respect for the "rotten bastards" on the other side!!!

That's how it works. A nasty process.

Now, I know Amos personally, and he's actually a very nice guy, but very nice guys can get caught up in these feuds too.

I bet you are also a nice guy, Cecil. See what I mean?

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: GUEST,Cecil
Date: 17 Jun 08 - 10:20 AM

How FAR back??

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: WalkaboutsVerse
Date: 17 Jun 08 - 10:48 AM

Yes, LH, it was around 0800 hours I had my cereal with soya, and my toast with peanut butter and raspberry jam, washed down with coffee - also with soya.

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Peace
Date: 17 Jun 08 - 10:58 AM

Gentlemen: If you need seconds, Little Hawk and I will be happy to help in that regard. I dislike rising before the sun, and at my age staying awake after sundown is a chore. Perhaps we could agree to high noon as determined by the vernal equinox or Mr Timex, whatever is easier. I'd prefer the Timex because at noon I like to nap, and sometimes noon on the watch is not noon in the vernal equinox. Also, I have NO idea what the vernal equinox really is. Venereal equinox: that I would understand. Crabs, no problem. But Vernal? Nope. So, to clarify, what say we all meet at the corner of two agreed upon streets. Come bringing your preferred weapons--I have a distaste for LOUD NOISES, so anything over ten kilotons is a no-no, and we'll let nature take it from there. Lemme know.

(LH, we are gonna capture this on film. The flash from the weapon might over expose the final frame, so bring really dark filters.)

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Peace
Date: 17 Jun 08 - 11:04 AM

As a BTW, Amos is one of the best friends a guy ever had. I am fortunate to have him in my life. FYI.

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Polite Guest
Date: 17 Jun 08 - 12:15 PM

Little Hawk, you are one very wise man. x

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Amos
Date: 17 Jun 08 - 02:06 PM

Little Hawk is indeed terribly wise; he is also a wise guy.

But in one small detail, he hath erred. I try to be polite, and I try to also say what I mean, a neat balancing act.

I never decided that Cecil was no good.

I did feel that the quality of his cybercommunications looked decidedly similatr to certain other entities known and unknown who have been snufflopping around these parts over the last couple of years, even though his handle appears to be of quite recent date.

This may be a correct intuitive decision, or it may be wrong.

If wrong, he has my apologies.

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Little Hawk
Date: 17 Jun 08 - 05:06 PM

Well, you had your suspicions, right? Suspicion itself colors the way one sees and interprets things.

For example, my dog is suspicious of the dog across the way. The dog across the way feels the same about him. Their mutual suspicion grows day by day. Resentment builds and festers. Raucous insults and idle threats are daily exchanged across the property line.

You can see where this is going, right? ;-)

The problem is, those dogs just started off on the wrong foot way back at the beginning.

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: WalkaboutsVerse
Date: 17 Jun 08 - 05:21 PM

Hear, hear - enough DOGma, and barking up the wrong tree!

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Amos
Date: 17 Jun 08 - 06:30 PM

Little Hawk:

Ceci n'est pas un chien, mon vieux.


A

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Amos
Date: 17 Jun 08 - 08:18 PM

I am sorry to say my karma just flattened your dogma...


A

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: GUEST,Cecil
Date: 17 Jun 08 - 11:56 PM

To Amos, LH, and anyone concerned: GfS, is a mutual friend of another friend, who is on this blog. That friend, told me about this blog, and I believe I've only been on here about two weeks(perhaps less, but about that long). There is another 'cecil' Who spells his name in the lower case. That is not me. I only 'met' GfS, on here, and recently, via IM, and web cam, and that was by way of the other friend, aforementioned.
Sheesh, now I know how Iraq feels, in regards to WMDs, and Bush's 'intelligence'....even though our government was right, ..Saddam did have them..we know, because we have the sales receipts!
   In as so far, as all this ganging up, well(in reading some posts from GfS), he said, 'Just because we have freedom of speech, doesn't mean we have to shoot our mouths off'....!(Right he was) In any event, Have a really great night!!

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Amos
Date: 18 Jun 08 - 12:33 AM

OK, Cec. Got you wrong.

Sorry.


A

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: The Sandman
Date: 18 Jun 08 - 01:02 PM

Yes, LH, it was around 0800 hours I had my cereal with soya, and my toast with peanut butter and raspberry jam, washed down with coffee - also with soya
on the 17 day of june in the year of 08
I got up out of my bed rather late
I had my cereal with soya,Then pootered in my foyer
an epistle send to mudcat,about englishness and all that.
peanut butter and raspberry jam,much healthier than eggs and spam.
washed down with coffee,but alas no toffee,
but healthy soya,while i sing the song the lawyer
on the 17 day of june 2008.

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Def Shepard
Date: 18 Jun 08 - 01:11 PM

Thought for the day, from Dorothy Parker who was asked if she could come up with 'something clever' using the word horticulture

Mrs. Parker replied

"You can lead a whore to culture, but you can't necessarily make her think"

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Amos
Date: 18 Jun 08 - 01:35 PM

Between flights of ricocheting irrelevancy and intensely focused triviality, this thread should be awarded the Head Spin of the Year Award.


A

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: WalkaboutsVerse
Date: 18 Jun 08 - 03:11 PM

...Poem 191 of 230: WEATHERED PIPES...SOMEWHERE - WINTER 2001/2

As we spun slowly through a warmer winter-night
    Some birds sung sweetly - out of my sight;
And then, finally returned to the waiting sun,
    The turned bathtub-taps soon ceased to run.

From walkaboutsverse.741.com

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Def Shepard
Date: 18 Jun 08 - 03:40 PM

There was a young woman named Plunnery,
who was practiced in the art of gunnery,
one day, unobservant, she blew up a servant,
and had to retire to a nunnery.

makes about as much sense :-D

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Amos
Date: 18 Jun 08 - 04:12 PM

The very air is rich with words
Describing faeces from said birds;
And as the red sun slowly lowers,
I hear the song of two lawnmowers.


A

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Little Hawk
Date: 18 Jun 08 - 04:23 PM

A Chinese bricklayer named Fong
Had a "tool" so incredibly long
A professor named Blake
Mistook it for a snake.
Now it's in a glass case in Hong Kong.

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Def Shepard
Date: 18 Jun 08 - 04:34 PM

A lady, who signs herself "Vexed"
Writes to say she believes she's been hexed:
"I don't mind my shins
Being stuck full of pins,
But I feel I am coming unsexed."

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: The Sandman
Date: 18 Jun 08 - 05:46 PM

as we run fast through a cold summers night.
those prunes __+ caused me to shite.
and then, finally my diaorrhea ceased to come.
which turned my kilt to a colour of dun

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: The Sandman
Date: 18 Jun 08 - 06:03 PM

viewing sex over a thicket:
hole in one,for once well timed.
viewing a man having sex with a bike.
an english tradition enshrined

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: GUEST
Date: 18 Jun 08 - 06:14 PM

My breakfast, plated, fried and greasy
with beans and peanut butter toast
(borrowed from the colonies but none the worse for that)
I ate in a Bewleys in Dublin
Described as full Irish

Stu

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Little Hawk
Date: 18 Jun 08 - 06:29 PM

People who can't write good limericks
Should not turn to sad, feeble gimericks
With 4 lines that don't rhyme
And are lacking good time
With no meter and no sense of trimericks

And you call yourselves "poets"? Ha! I've seen better poetry in highway rest stop cubicles.

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Amos
Date: 18 Jun 08 - 06:53 PM

Little Hawk:

There are no such things as trimericks. Unless you are referring to trimeric molecules. which is built of three monomers.

Your scanning also sucks.

A

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Amos
Date: 18 Jun 08 - 08:12 PM

ANd the reason you claim to have seen better poetry in rest-rooms is because, sir, you spend much more time in them than any normal human would.

A

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Don Firth
Date: 18 Jun 08 - 08:40 PM

Oh, what a world
Of woe and sin!
My head grows bald,
But not my chin.
          —BurmaShave

Don Firth

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Little Hawk
Date: 18 Jun 08 - 08:50 PM

You do me a disservice, Amos, to criticize my obviously whimsical and satirical limerick, which quite deliberately employs the use of blatantly fictional words in order to strike a humorous note.

But then, what else would I expect from a man who stuffs anchovies in his underwear on public holidays and has been seen sprinting down Hollywood Boulevard late at night dressed only in a beanie cap and a set of dayglo green pasties? ;-)

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Don Firth
Date: 18 Jun 08 - 08:51 PM

This is not a clever verse;
I tried and tried, but it just got worse!

Don Firth

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: GUEST,Guest from Sanity
Date: 18 Jun 08 - 08:58 PM

Was told where everyone went to........................

Roses are red
Violets are blue
I'm a schizophrenic
And so am I

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Amos
Date: 18 Jun 08 - 11:23 PM

Oh, Hawk, you are a true friend, a good friend,a blue friend, a longlasting companion. As such, I am sure you are willing to overlook a little disservice. It's kind of a two-way street, I would suggest. It would not be up to your usual spiritual standards to condescend to shmorking the unflattable just to cater to some dishamulate array of conceits.


A

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Little Hawk
Date: 18 Jun 08 - 11:41 PM

You put that persuasively, Amos. Let us agree then to petriculate the incontrovertable, to masticate the undigestible, and to thereby establish a fitting and lasting concordance of mutually amicable dispensations.

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: GUEST,Guest from Sanity
Date: 19 Jun 08 - 12:24 AM

It sounds as if Hekyll and Jekyll are waxing poetic
Just came up for another break..stay a couple of minutes before I submerge into the land, beneath the foundation, to continue my journey into the central nervous system, directly to the heart, of spiritual conversations. The first time I heard an angel, her words fell like teardrops upon my scars.......
                               V

                              
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                        MIGHT NOT BE BACK SOON...........

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Def Shepard
Date: 19 Jun 08 - 12:11 PM

As tourists inspected the aspe,
An ominous series of raps
Came from under the alter
Which caused some to falter
And others to shriek and collapse.

---------------------------------

Each day WAV fills me with dread
As he sits on the end of a bed;
I don't mind that he speaks
In gibbers and squeaks
But for seventeen years he's been dead. :-D

with profound apologies to Edward Gorey

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: catspaw49
Date: 19 Jun 08 - 01:08 PM

That's sad DS........and even sadder that his wife never noticed. When asked if he was dead she replied she didn't know for sure as their sex life was about the same and maybe a trifle better but the lawn was completely overgrown.

Spaw

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Def Shepard
Date: 19 Jun 08 - 01:11 PM

Spaw, wasn't it Dorothy Parker who made the observation, on hearing of Calvin Coolidge's death. How could they tell? :-D

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Little Hawk
Date: 19 Jun 08 - 01:23 PM

That's how it was with Ed Sullivan too.

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: WalkaboutsVerse
Date: 19 Jun 08 - 01:57 PM

Poem 229 of 230: JOYS OF LIFE

Leightons, and other great art;
    Plumes of fireworks at night;
The vivid reds of sunrise -
    Repeated at day's last light.

The beats through us of a drum;
    Winter's sun felt through closed glass;
Handing in the last exam;
    Awakenings – alarmless!

The ball off thee whacks their net;
    When to palms leather has stuck;
Orange juice during half-time;
    A warm bath to wash the muck.

Viewing set-over cricket;
    A golf ball, for once, well struck;
Viewing velodrome cycling;
    From net-chord, levelling luck!

Sticks, chants, didgeridoo,
    Haunting harps, and all bagpipes;
Clog, flamenco, tamure,
    Hula, and other dance types.

Out, by a cast, being told;
    In - taking tea and T.V.;
Highland views that command rest;
    The buildings of Italy.

Thrifty plant-propagation;
    By a wave one's body hit;
Upstream of camp - with paddle;
    By a fire - strongly lit.

Forest spent-leaves under foot;
    Tasting a host-nation's fare;
Alcedo atthis at work;
    Just bills being brought to bear.

Allegros when feeling low;
    An andante to wind down;
Spoken French and chorused song;
    The quiet when out of town.

A stroll through a kept garden,
    Before Sunday's roast dinner;
A pub game, drink and meal;
    One's team a comeback winner.

From walkaboutsverse.741.com

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Little Hawk
Date: 19 Jun 08 - 02:02 PM

Yowsa! Now THAT is poetry. Ye Gods. How do you do it, man?

I can just see DS writhing in the grip of envy over that one. I bet she will pretend she thinks it's no good, that's my guess. Yup, and then there's Spaw. He could just die when he reads that stuff, knowing it has attained a height of perfection that he will never reach.

I mean, hell, the man owns Weimaraners. Weimaraners! That tells you a lot.

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Def Shepard
Date: 19 Jun 08 - 02:19 PM

Actually more like complete indifference. Like others who have found out before, WAV is beginning to bore the arse off me.

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Amos
Date: 19 Jun 08 - 02:25 PM

FIrst comes A.
Then, B.
Then again A,
Then B, you see.

New! A C.
Matched by a D.
If possible, again a C.
And another D, you see.

Now, start with an E!!
Followed by F!
Repeat wtih an E
Also followed by F.

Then march on the G
With H right after.
Another G
(ignoring the laughter).

And so in pairs,
And couplets marching,
Poetry, much like laundry
In need of starching.

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Little Hawk
Date: 19 Jun 08 - 03:04 PM

So you're saying that too much familiarity has bred contempt, DS?

(sigh) That so often happens. Specially in those intimate relationships we all place such high hopes upon when we are young and fresh and untried.

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Def Shepard
Date: 19 Jun 08 - 03:28 PM

You must philosophise,
But why must you bore us to tears?
You're wet bhind the ears,
You tell us things no one else hears.
You spend all your time quoting,
Versing the hours into years.

with profound apologies to Richard Thompson

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Amos
Date: 19 Jun 08 - 03:33 PM

Specially in those intimate relationships we all place such high hopes upon when we are young and fresh and untried.

None of which, I hasten to point out, are currently applicable to WAV or LH either.



A

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Little Hawk
Date: 19 Jun 08 - 03:36 PM

What would you know about my intimate relationships, sir? Are you suggesting that I have not scaled the dizzying heights of romance and faced the rigors of love lost and affection spurned in my time?

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Def Shepard
Date: 19 Jun 08 - 03:38 PM

Oh, Oh, looks like pistols at dawn, AGAIN! :-D

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: catspaw49
Date: 19 Jun 08 - 03:48 PM

Just admit it Hawk......the one time you had a chance with Winona Ryder she said your now advancing years made you a poor risk in bed....................Of course it could be worse. I doubt WalksAboutWithShriveledBalls hasn't had sex in this century and probably not the last either.

Spaw

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Def Shepard
Date: 19 Jun 08 - 03:51 PM

I'm sure Richard would have witty reply to that. I've seen and heard him shoot down hecklers in magnificant style

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Little Hawk
Date: 19 Jun 08 - 04:01 PM

You're a nasty bugger, Spaw. ;-) I plan to woo Winona using my deft conversational skills and my naturally gallant nature...but I have not yet had the chance to put my theories to the test.

That Johnny Depp. Man, he has lived. Lived, I tell you!