Walkaboutsverse

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Ruth Archer
Date: 24 Jun 08 - 03:59 AM

Hurrah - it's Poetry Corner! AND we've got to Edward Gorey:

The first child of Mrs Keats-Shelley
Was born with its face in its belly;
The second was born
With a hump and a horn
And the third was nothing but jelly.

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Def Shepard
Date: 24 Jun 08 - 11:59 AM

I think I'll join Ruth in the Edward Gorey Corner :-D

From Number Nine, Penwiper Mews
There is really abominable news:
They've discovered a head
In the box for the bread
And nobody seems to know whose.


and...

From the bathing-machine came a din
As of jollification within;
It was heard far and wide
And the incomming tide
Had a definite flavor of gin.


Oh and memo to GUEST,Spinu,Spinu,Spinu:

respect is to be earned not demanded

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: s&r
Date: 24 Jun 08 - 12:14 PM

Isn't spinu offering respect? That's how I read it

Stu

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Amos
Date: 24 Jun 08 - 12:58 PM

No, he's offering spam or a probing effort to see if he can capture the serverm, I expect. The content of the message is of no bearing in this case.

A

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Def Shepard
Date: 24 Jun 08 - 01:05 PM

And you would know this how, exactly.....? hmmmmmmm

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Little Hawk
Date: 24 Jun 08 - 01:08 PM

Sounds to me like just a general wish for respect and an offering of same. Ever seen the Ali G show? He always does this little hand gesture at the end of the show, touching his fist to the guest's fist, and says "Respec'". ;-) I think it's kind of like that. A wish for mutual respec'. Well, I'm all for that.

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Def Shepard
Date: 24 Jun 08 - 01:15 PM

All I've ever seen from GUEST,Spinu,Spinu,Spinu is that one word and nothing more..and Ali G...wasn't that creation of one Sacha Baron Cohen, an English comedian, taking the piss out of American culture, and very nicely too :-D

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: GUEST,Guest from Sanity
Date: 24 Jun 08 - 01:26 PM

If you want 'respect'..turn on some Aretha!.Actually I never knew what he meant, either....Hi all.....!

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Little Hawk
Date: 24 Jun 08 - 01:26 PM

Oh, yes, absolutely! There are some hilarious Ali G episodes on Youtube. I like the one where he interviews Noam Chomsky.

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: GUEST,Guest from Sanity
Date: 24 Jun 08 - 02:18 PM

So.....should I quit?
Is this it??
Poetry no longer fit?
Passion no longer lit?
Finish this one, as you sit
Disappointed, Ahhh Sh_t!!

Subject: Lyr Add: SEVEN YEARS OLD
From: GUEST,Sedayne (Astray)
Date: 24 Jun 08 - 02:37 PM

Poetry corner eh? Well, as a lifelong fan of Edward Gorey, here's my personal tribute:

Seven Years Old

The scariest story that's ever been told,
is about the young boy, only seven years old old;
for he never got hungry or even grew old;
he never got tired, nor ever grew cold;
but stayed all forever only seven years old.

He was seven years old when their house was a new-un;
he was seven years old when it fell into ruin.
He was seven years old was Robert was ten;
he was seven years old when Bob was an old man.

He was seven years old when Sonia was born,
and seven years old when her vows they were sworn;
he was seven years old when Ruth came along;
he was seven years old when poor Ruth was undone.

He was seven years old when Ruth had Melissa;
and seven years old when Melissa had Tricia.
He was seven years old when Trish killed the old clown;
and he was seven years old when they sent Tricia down.

He was seven years old when his parents were hale,
he was seven years old when they grew old and frail.
He was seven years old when at last they turned grey;
he was seven years old when they lay in the clay.

He was seven years old when he saw the seed fall;
he was seven years old when the tree grew up tall;
he was seven years old when the tree touched the sky;
he was seven years old when it rotted and died.

He was seven years old when there were plenty about;
he was seven years old when there was no-one in sight.
He was seven years old when the earth it was young;
he was seven years old when it crashed into the sun.

He was seven years old when it came to and end;
he was seven years old when it started again.

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Ruth Archer
Date: 24 Jun 08 - 02:54 PM

An incautious woman called Venn
Was seen with the wrong sort of men;
She vanished one day
But the following May
Her legs were retrieved from a fen.

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Ruth Archer
Date: 24 Jun 08 - 02:58 PM

And not forgetting, of course, that A is for Amy who fell down the stairs...

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Amos
Date: 24 Jun 08 - 03:50 PM

You guys are being Maroons!! The Mudcat Poetry is a separate thread, long establsihed for this exact kind of rompery. But, you know what they say--when herding wet cats, relax and enjoy it or go mad int he process.


A

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Def Shepard
Date: 24 Jun 08 - 04:20 PM

B is for Basil assaulted by bears

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: GUEST,Guest from Sanity
Date: 24 Jun 08 - 04:55 PM

Well...EXCU-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-SE ME!!!

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Def Shepard
Date: 24 Jun 08 - 04:58 PM

Guest from Sanity, is it me or is Amos the party guest who stands in the corner with the lamp shade on his/her head? :-D

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Little Hawk
Date: 24 Jun 08 - 05:20 PM

He's a poltroon. He should be escorted to the door and ejected by means of a swift boot to the posterior, methinks. ;-)

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Don Firth
Date: 24 Jun 08 - 07:28 PM

Which one?

####

Algie saw the bear.
The bear saw Algie.
The bear was bulgy
The bulge was Algie.
       —Red Skelton

Don Firth

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Don Firth
Date: 24 Jun 08 - 07:33 PM

By the way,

C is for Clara who wasted away. . . .

Don Firth

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Ruth Archer
Date: 24 Jun 08 - 07:41 PM

D is for Desmond thrown out of a sleigh.

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Amos
Date: 24 Jun 08 - 07:59 PM

Sigh.

I was paying you a compliment, sweetie; but I guess it got missed in the confusion.

A

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: GUEST,Guest from Sanity
Date: 24 Jun 08 - 09:31 PM

I think its me with the lampshade over his head. You got something against lampshades?...We.who are brighter, need them to keep the 'vision impaired', from hurting their little peepers! Oh well, poetry was more fun......(besides, I think this lampshade is downright becoming on me....

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: GUEST
Date: 24 Jun 08 - 10:40 PM

When I am dead
And over me bright April
Shakes out her rain-drenched hair
Though you should lean
Above me broken-hearted
I shall not care

Words that were not said
Songs that were not sung
Tears that were not shed
Deeds that were not done

I was not
I was
I am not
I do not care

Words that were not said
Songs that were not sung
Tears that were not shed
Deeds that were not done

I shall have peace
As leafy trees are peaceful
When rain bends down the bow
And I shall be
More silent and cold-hearted
Than you are now

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: GUEST,Guest from Sanity
Date: 24 Jun 08 - 10:43 PM

....oooops, hit the 'enter' key, AGAIN, instead of the 'shift' key(When I going to put my name) . The last poem, I submitted.

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Amos
Date: 24 Jun 08 - 10:45 PM

ANother solid hit, kid. Never mind which thread.

A

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: GUEST,Guest from Sanity
Date: 24 Jun 08 - 11:06 PM

knew a man, he always dressed in rags
I travelled with him when I was still a child
His constant companion, I always did ride

The good book went with him, thru devil wind and sage
The pages were yellowed and tumbled-down with age
The mark of his fingers was on every page

In desert dry country towns, the people would come
From sin and confusion, to him they would run
And wait by the river for the spirit of God

He would lead them into the river while old hymns were sung
And heaving and lashing and speaking in tongues
He'd drown that old devil before he was done

He would listen to the river and talk with the crowd
And grace rose above them like a shining white cloud
He'd say catch you some magic and you got hold of God

I was much older when the desert set in
He couldn't hear the river and it couldn't hear him
His faith and his money and he, they grew thin

He traded the good book for some road maps and then
All of those highways they just spread up around him like nets
And I guess that he got lost and he got tangled up in them

He lost hold of magic, people laugh, the say he lost the call
But every day I see old men like mountains and they just crumble and they fall
And I don't know what these days are doing to us all

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: WalkaboutsVerse
Date: 25 Jun 08 - 03:42 AM

Poem-come-song, or lay, 2 of 230: WALKABOUT WITH MY PEN

Once drove an old sedan, up north,
From a place in Sydney to Cairns;
Then to Kuranda I went forth,
By train, to look without set plans.

I dined in a scenic cafe;
Then, outside, as I wrote for yen,
Some passing Kooris called-out: "Hey,
You go walkabout with your pen."

Request or question, I don't know -
Assured voices, elderly men.
That's now several years ago,
And I've seen the world - with my pen.

From walkaboutsverse.741.com
Or hear it chanted at myspace

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Ruth Archer
Date: 25 Jun 08 - 04:48 AM

E is for Ernest who choked on a peach.

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: WalkaboutsVerse
Date: 25 Jun 08 - 04:58 AM

F is for Folkie - the timbre he'd reach.

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Ruth Archer
Date: 25 Jun 08 - 05:29 AM

F is for Fanny sucked dry by a leech.

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: WalkaboutsVerse
Date: 25 Jun 08 - 06:26 AM

...or F is for Far - the note Fanny did reach.

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Ruth Archer
Date: 25 Jun 08 - 06:29 AM

G is for George smothered under a rug.

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Ruth Archer
Date: 25 Jun 08 - 06:32 AM

H is for Hector done in by a thug.

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Amos
Date: 25 Jun 08 - 10:17 AM

I is for imbecile, babbling daily.

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Ruth Archer
Date: 25 Jun 08 - 10:22 AM

no, Amos: I is for Ida who drowned in a lake.

J,of course, is for James who took lye by mistake.

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Little Hawk
Date: 25 Jun 08 - 10:52 AM

Are you guys making all those lines up as you go along or is it from some existing poem or song?

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Def Shepard
Date: 25 Jun 08 - 11:12 AM

LH, do ay you didn't ask :-D This is the source of the rather ummmm..... tasteful limericks

The Gashlycrumb Tinies authored by Mr. Edward Gorey Esq.

N is for Neville who died of ennui

O is for Olve run through with an awl

P is for Prue trampled flt in a brawl

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: The Sandman
Date: 25 Jun 08 - 11:13 AM

once I drove a rolls royce down south
from john o groats to lands end
then to the sciilys I went forth and mulitplied.
and met Harold wilson as he strolled round a bend
he treated me to a glass of Wincarnis
as I wrote him some verse untarnished
oh what a jolly good egg
what shame hes now dead.
some youngsters they mock my rhymes
it must be a sign of the times
for an england long gone I yearn
AND the school matron,with a visage so stern.

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: GUEST,Guest from Sanity
Date: 25 Jun 08 - 11:13 AM

I want to meet somebody,
That I can talk to.
I want to meet somebody,
I can make love with, not to.
Bodies on bodies
Like sacks upon shelves.
People are using each other,
To make love to themselves.

And we all use our bodies
As a place to hide
And meet all the other bodies
With people hiding inside.
If all that is touching,
Is just what you wear,
I guess that not sharing,
Is the only thing we share,
Somewhere.

Somewhere we lost real love,
Somewhere along the line.
They say get it while you can,
Get it while you can,
But don't get left behind.
And if you don't love
The one that you're with
Why don't you just
Wait for the one that you love?
And she'll love you, too.

Today I met somebody
That I can talk to.
Today I met somebody
I can make love with, not to.
She says love will get you
Through times of no sex
Better than sex will get you
Through times of no love.
We wrote that on the wall,
We wrote that on the wall,
We wrote that on the wall,
And why don't you
Write that on your wall, too.

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Little Hawk
Date: 25 Jun 08 - 11:23 AM

Amen to that.


DS - I missed that one somehow. I guess maybe it's an English thing, is it?

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Def Shepard
Date: 25 Jun 08 - 11:28 AM

LH, Edward Gorey is in fact an American :-D

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Def Shepard
Date: 25 Jun 08 - 11:32 AM

or was infact an American (shock, horror, scandal, he WASN'T English :-D) :-D

Edward Gorey Too 1925 - 2000

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Little Hawk
Date: 25 Jun 08 - 11:34 AM

Gad! Next you'll be telling me you can't even get Red Rose tea in Great Britain! (GASP!)

It's "only available in Canada", you know... ;-)

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Def Shepard
Date: 25 Jun 08 - 11:49 AM

Red Rose Shock Horror Scandal
It's British owned!!!!!!!!!!!!! :-D

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Little Hawk
Date: 25 Jun 08 - 11:54 AM

I'm not sure I can live with that information, DS. ;-) I am shaken to the very core of my being. I am now considering various ways of ending my futile existence in a suitably dramatic fashion. Perhaps death by consuming vast numbers of anchovies? Or...hmmm...perhaps I can talk Winona Ryder into helping me out on this through another method that comes to mind...

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: GUEST,Guest from Sanity
Date: 25 Jun 08 - 12:29 PM

The jeweler has a shop on the corner of the boulevard
In the night, in small spectacles, he polishes old coins
He uses spit and cloth and ashes
He makes them shine with ashes
He knows the use of ashes
He worships God with ashes

The coins are often very old by the time they reach the jeweler
With his hands and ashes he will try the best he can
He knows that he can only shine them
Cannot repair the scratches
He knows that even new coins have scars so he just smiles
He knows the use of ashes
He worships God with ashes

In the darkest of the night both his hands will blister badly
They will often open painfully and the blood flows from his hands
He works to take from black coin faces the thumbprints from so many ages
He wishes he could cure the scars
When he forgets he sometimes cries
He knows the use of ashes
He worships God with ashes

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Ruth Archer
Date: 25 Jun 08 - 01:10 PM

Z is for Zillah who drank too much gin.

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Def Shepard
Date: 25 Jun 08 - 01:14 PM

It was the gin wot dun 'er in :-D

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Ruth Archer
Date: 25 Jun 08 - 01:26 PM

Once upon a time there were three little sisters called Elsie, Lacy and Tilly and they lived at the bottom of a well...