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: 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: 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: 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: Amos Date: 25 Jun 08 - 10:17 AM I is for imbecile, babbling daily. |
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: Ruth Archer Date: 25 Jun 08 - 06:29 AM G is for George smothered under a rug. |
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 - 05:29 AM F is for Fanny sucked dry by a leech. |
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 - 04:48 AM E is for Ernest who choked on a peach. |
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: 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: 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 - 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: 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 - 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: 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: Ruth Archer Date: 24 Jun 08 - 07:41 PM D is for Desmond thrown out of a sleigh. |
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: 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: 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: 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: 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 - 04:20 PM B is for Basil assaulted by bears |
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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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 - 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: 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: 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 - 01:05 PM And you would know this how, exactly.....? hmmmmmmm |
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: 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: 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: 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: GUEST,Guest from Sanity Date: 24 Jun 08 - 12:50 AM What is the poetry corner..? I thought it was this Walkaboutsverse is a person? I did not know Its a good name for a thread What else did I miss?? When I first came to the forum Voiced opinion, and posted no song Spoke distrust about stereo politicians Speaking out both sides of their mouth Tis simple, I'm right,you're wrong! As to posting in a corner Where poets congregate I thought I'd limit it here Take it but no where else Making it all fodder, food for hate So now I understand And now you must realize Lift it from here, To place anywhere, save your heart Copyrighted stuff would be plagerized! If all the world is a stage...where does the audience sit? |
Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse From: GUEST,Guest from Sanity Date: 24 Jun 08 - 12:08 AM The wind winds the platform Blows through your suit creases You want us To crucify the enemy for Jesus With your chamber-of-commerce soul You talk of war so bold God is on our side, but He's lost in your wallet-fold And the widows a-sighing The children a-crying The screams of the dying Say you are lying, Uncle John You pull out your Sunday God And hold him up so proud And say he is with us To the Applauding crowd But the burn-blackened place The shredded disfigured face Don't say that God is Love They say that you are Hate And the widows a-sighing The children a-crying The screams of the dying Say you are lying, tell me true You stand up on the platform With the flag wrapped all around you And tell us that the Bible says To fight for it we're bound to But the Red's for the blood we lose The White's for the gauze they use To cover burned-out blackened men The rest is for the bodies numb and Blue And the widows a-sighing The children a-crying The screams of the dying Say you are lying,listen to you. |
Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse From: Little Hawk Date: 23 Jun 08 - 11:27 PM That is really wonderful poetry, GFS. It makes me all the more eager to hear some of your music too. |
Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse From: Amos Date: 23 Jun 08 - 11:16 PM Good stuff, GfS. A |
Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse From: GUEST,Guest from Sanity Date: 23 Jun 08 - 09:38 PM Ok..sorry for the 'self-indulgence' during my break....back down to the studio................( hey, this things is taking on monster dimensions of 'hot')!!! |
Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse From: GUEST,Guest from Sanity Date: 23 Jun 08 - 09:35 PM Everything you see all around you Will roll away on wheels of tomorrow Down misty willow rivers of because Into the land of was You know you only have to be my friend The world outside can teach and astound you Build a wall it will only surround you Walls were only built to fall, my friend They'll never shelter anyone you've been Just enjoy the spell that you're under Look around, sunshine's around you It has always had to hide But it's just been waiting there inside you Be strong as love, soft as flowers Walk like the wind walks when it walks through flowers My friend, you don't have to hold back the sea You only have to be |
Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse From: GUEST,Guest from Sanity Date: 23 Jun 08 - 09:32 PM ooops the last one was me...but I hit 'enter' instead of 'shift'..so it came out as 'guest'...sorry... |
Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse From: GUEST Date: 23 Jun 08 - 09:30 PM There was a man came to our town He wore a suit of red He memorized with secret eyes That he hid away in his head He had a scar upon his head Where there used to be a crown But he sold his robes at the five and ten And lived on the edge of town That fall he showed us a magic leaf That he could change to snow He bought it partly with his grief And partly with his soul He scattered seeds in the alley way He never seemed to rest And when you went to ask him why All he ever said was yes He made a swan from waving grass Beside a crystal shore And a sunrise spun from broken glass And many things wondrous more But then his hands began to burn When he heard the news from the war When we cannot find each other he said Then we can't run away any more Next day with tears along his face He passed us on the hill No one thought to ask him to stay And he knows that we never will There was a man came to our town He wore a suit of red He memorized with secret eyes That he hid away in his head |
Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse From: Amos Date: 23 Jun 08 - 08:30 PM GfS: Would you mind adding those two to the Mudcat Poetry Corner? Thanks. A |
Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse From: GUEST,Guest from Sanity Date: 23 Jun 08 - 08:19 PM I have just come back from the land beyond the mountain This is not a story I was told When all the people are made out of wood They build their houses of bones Sail away, Oh sail away The edge of the world is near Sail away, Oh sail away from here I have just come back from the land beyond the mountain All the cigarettes are hand rolled Nothing is bought and nobody is sold And everything's made of gold I have just come back from the land beyond the mountain There a man with wounds I did see Said: I do not want to escape from reality I want reality to escape from me |
Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse From: Amos Date: 23 Jun 08 - 07:30 PM GFS: Yours? Excellent! A |
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