Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse From: GUEST,Walkaboutsverse Date: 18 Apr 07 - 04:11 AM Then (holding chips from the parade's cafe And, thus, a flock of gulls squawking above) Onto the South Pier I made my way: Seeing seaweed over rocks, like a glove... |
Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse From: GUEST,Walkaboutsverse Date: 16 Apr 07 - 04:13 AM Before, on either side, Marine Parks - The southern-one a most beautiful place, Teeming with moorhen, swans, grebes and mallards In a large pond at a scenic-hill's base... |
Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse From: John MacKenzie Date: 13 Apr 07 - 04:24 AM I'm sorry to seem like a party pooper, but just when did Mudcat get into the vanity publishing business? Methinks this belongs in BS too. G. |
Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse From: GUEST,Walkaboutsverse Date: 13 Apr 07 - 04:22 AM (And here is A South Shields Walkabout, which you can hear, along with three other tracks at myspace.com/walkaboutsverse) Out of the museaum-and-gallery - Wiser on Cookson and the local way - Down Ocean Road with, to the right of me, Its eateries and, left, neat places to stay... |
Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse From: GUEST,Walkaboutsverse Date: 12 Apr 07 - 05:28 AM (Did you notice the rhyme repeats each stanza?) Trimmed with scissors, This foliage-hat Thrives in the sun Of my sill-plot. THE END |
Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse From: GUEST,Walkaboutsverse Date: 07 Apr 07 - 06:09 AM (Recorded Good Friday, on my PC, you can hear "When I Survey the Wondrous Cross" now at myspace.com/walkaboutsverse) And, like Acers, Branches have sat - Wirework done - Toward the pot... |
Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse From: GUEST,Walkaboutsverse Date: 05 Apr 07 - 10:25 AM (Can hear me play and sing THE WATER IS WIDE now, if you wish - myspace.com/walkaboutsverse) Without traces - Not got down pat - A moss-lawn spun And short-ferns shot... |
Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse From: GUEST,Walkaboutsverse Date: 03 Apr 07 - 06:45 AM (Hear me read A SOUTH SHIELDS WALKABOUT on myspace.com/walkaboutsverse if you like.) To this basis (All round the mat, In a trunk-bun) Dirt - soaked a lot. |
Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse From: Amos Date: 02 Apr 07 - 09:24 AM Socks, and pebbles of obsidian Thoughts and objects all quotidian; Nothing true, or bright, or formal Dull routine dressed up as normal. Evil verses, such as these, Kill the soul by cold degrees. I-Phuket Thai Book of the Walking Dead Bangkok, 1287 |
Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse From: GUEST,Walkaboutsverse Date: 02 Apr 07 - 05:43 AM As for starters, I made a plat Of ivy run Out from one spot... |
Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse From: GUEST,Walkaboutsverse Date: 31 Mar 07 - 06:46 AM Along with SOME verse, I've also a mild interest in gardening, hence - again from walkaboutsverse.741.com - 141: IN A SMALL POT I like Acers But rent a flat, So mimic one In a small pot:... |
Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse From: GUEST Date: 30 Mar 07 - 09:02 AM Sorry Byronic, but you are simply playing into W's hands by involving yourself |
Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse From: GUEST,Isn't it Byronic? Date: 30 Mar 07 - 08:43 AM Hey, I'm inspired by walkaboutsverse's wonderful poems. It has made me realise that anyone can right poetry - even me!! So, I thought I'd have a go. I'm going to use this thread to publish a 19,876,8076 line effort of mine entitled PLEASE GO AWAY THIS THREAD IS RIDICULOUS - SOME THOUGHTS. Its fairly freeform, and I'm going to add a few lines every few days for the infinite future. Maybe check out my free website or some such jazz. 1. PLEASE GO AWAY THIS THREAD IS RIDICULOUS - SOME THOUGHTS Like a pool of vomit Only made out of words And yet I impose it on others Because I am antisocial cretin... |
Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse From: GUEST,Walkaboutsverse Date: 30 Mar 07 - 06:03 AM (What the Dickens?!) Then up the other side to more parkland, More clusters of trees and residencies, Streets that yield at night sparkles of light, Plus the Angel of the North, topping these. THE END |
Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse From: Amos Date: 29 Mar 07 - 03:10 PM Dear God! The spouters of inanity have doubled! Their souls, I'd think, must be most sorely troubled, Lost and bedeviled, broken-spirited bipeds! Else ne'er would this thread be so betripéd Let both these raucous rhymers find his brother; For Heaven knows, they well deserve each other. |
Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse From: GUEST Date: 29 Mar 07 - 12:42 PM |
Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse From: GUEST,SINKY Date: 29 Mar 07 - 12:36 PM I spied a maiden through the trees i whispered softly on the breeze fair maiden would you come with me and pleasure me with muddy knees my tent a haven to the rain that pounds upon my buttocks bare as i fall down upon the ground and rip off muddy underware |
Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse From: GUEST,Walkaboutsverse Date: 29 Mar 07 - 06:07 AM (Sinking a bit, Sinky) Over a canopy of estate trees - Tall birch, locust, rowan and sycamore - To the housing, parks, stores and works below, Which fringe the river of the valley floor... |
Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse From: GUEST,sinky Date: 28 Mar 07 - 10:56 AM a rain proof tent is all i need a fiver for my mouth to feed a pretty girl who likes to please with muddy arse and grass stained knees |
Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse From: GUEST,Walkaboutsverse Date: 28 Mar 07 - 04:11 AM (As another brief interlude, I think I'll post a reading of this poem for a second myspace.com/walkaboutsverse piece - and hopefully borrow a digital camera for an accompanying photo...) 173: VALLEY VIEWS - AUTUMN 2001 The winds can whistle and the walls can creak, But from my beloved old rocking-chair, Through a rhombus-patterned lounge-room window, The Tyne-valley views induce one to stare:... |
Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse From: GUEST,Walkaboutsverse Date: 27 Mar 07 - 09:00 AM Children at park lakes feed the ducks, Or watch squirrels take some nuts. Into ponds, weeping willows sag. Sharp attacks on those who lag. THE END |
Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse From: GUEST,Walkaboutsverse Date: 26 Mar 07 - 06:41 AM (One can now hear me warble at - myspace.com/walkaboutsverse) Floating pubs on the River Thames, And its bridges - real gems; Both ways, here, the water goes - Still in range of tidal-flows... |
Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse From: GUEST,Walkaboutsverse Date: 24 Mar 07 - 07:57 AM Green groomed parklands: the best I've seen - Their gardens kept neat and clean; Geraniums in flowerpots On facades make pleasing spots... |
Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse From: GUEST,Walkaboutsverse Date: 23 Mar 07 - 05:18 AM (And pay a Swede a fortune to tell us how to play our favourite sport: in the 50s, English, on average, were probably the most competent decent people in the world - we are NOT now.) See movies and shows from way back; Of good music there's no lack; All-day breakfasts at the good pubs; An abundance of nightclubs... |
Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse From: Amos Date: 22 Mar 07 - 12:39 PM Lame in verse and crippled timing, Hard to read, and barely rhyming, Glued to intellectual fashion, Keep your calm, and give me passion. You may choose a world of ice; I think fire's much more nice. Limping structures void of feeling Leave the mind asleep and keeling. Take, oh, take Alf Ramsey's part, Brains and toenails, dry and stark, Leave me just the beating heart. Ralph Ralphing Back Up to Daylight Pewkin, Mahgotzut, ed. Trembling-on-Brinke, 1936 |
Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse From: GUEST,Walkaboutsverse Date: 22 Mar 07 - 11:31 AM (Alf Ramsey encouraged calm and discipline NOT "passion", Amos.) Veiled women in platform shoes. High-street beggars in the blues. Privacy here costs so much - Partnerships suffer, as such... |
Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse From: Amos Date: 22 Mar 07 - 10:49 AM Alas -- the signs are not auspicious. Shallow, hackneyed, meretricious, Butchered rhythms, forms and cases Feeble hearts with ugly faces Cheap affairs in tawdry places! Made in couplets, rhymed for fashion, Without hint of grace or passion. Fitful notions, wizened shoots, Tinny horns with brassy toots, Heros, dressed in monkey suits. Protests made by fools as I, Under God's condemning sky, Shame the heart left out to dry, Without caring, without sigh. I would you sang in poems delicious, But the signs are not auspicious. Llewellyn Murfree Gizmoid Rhymes From the Bog In Back Manchester, 1999 |
Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse From: GUEST,Walkaboutsverse Date: 22 Mar 07 - 05:28 AM Beaut. looking girls from many lands - Grace gone for capital plans; Polite folks from many cultures Do become money vultures... |
Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse From: GUEST,Walkaboutsverse Date: 21 Mar 07 - 04:05 AM Cheek to jowl: council flats needed - Stock by demand exceeded; Building higher seems only way - Unless less arrive to stay... |
Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse From: GUEST,Walkaboutsverse Date: 19 Mar 07 - 04:32 AM Real estate is worth so much - Tenants' rent sky-high, as such; Nice stocky buildings all around - Will some have to hit the ground?.. |
Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse From: GUEST,Walkaboutsverse Date: 16 Mar 07 - 04:58 AM (Copy/pasted the wrong one, sorry) About the weather lots of moans. Solicits stuck on pay-phones. Summer weather - not bad, I've felt. Lads giving a ball a belt... |
Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse From: GUEST,Walkaboutsverse Date: 16 Mar 07 - 04:20 AM I took a train out of London, Found a highway and thumbed a ride; I headed down toward Brighton, Then hitch-hiked roads the coast beside... |
Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse From: GUEST,Walkaboutsverse Date: 15 Mar 07 - 04:23 AM Another Chant from walkaboutsverse.741.com 42: IMPRESSIONS OF LONDON Cabs all uniform in their shape. Good galleries make one gape. Hard-going people on the move - Things matter much in this groove... |
Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse From: GUEST,Walkaboutsverse Date: 14 Mar 07 - 04:35 AM Dear Ruth: I don't follow our club football these days, as I like it the way it was - mostly locals in meaningful competition; however, I think you are referring to the manager of a club that has taken to the field without an Englishman - let alone a Cockney. Here, as a brief interlude from Chants, is my brief poetic response to the present farce: Poem 98 REREGULATE One Premier world-eleven v. Another such company, Or wage-caps and say half each-club's squad From the local-junior pod? |
Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse From: Amos Date: 13 Mar 07 - 11:45 AM LOL, Ruth. T.S. goes global! A |
Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse From: Ruth Archer Date: 13 Mar 07 - 11:40 AM In the room the women come and go Talking of Jose Murinho |
Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse From: GUEST,Walkaboutsverse Date: 13 Mar 07 - 10:17 AM (And "let us go" (Amos), for now, from this Chant, but soon "vamos" to another...) Lancashire: Red Rose County, God's blessed thee. THE END |
Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse From: Amos Date: 12 Mar 07 - 01:54 PM Vamonos, compadre, ye and I When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a pre-operative tomcat stapled to a table. Oh, do not ask, "What is it?". Let us go and make our visit. A |
Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse From: GUEST Date: 12 Mar 07 - 01:52 PM One day you may vamos, with any luck |
Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse From: GUEST,Walkaboutsverse Date: 12 Mar 07 - 08:38 AM (No - that's just Manitas at work, and Amos with his "vamos" again.) Wooded parklands, Flowered gardens - kept neatly... |
Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse From: Amos Date: 12 Mar 07 - 08:31 AM And where no-one Has to pee... Where beer and nuts Are given free. Oh, in Lancashire to be! That's the place for bloody me... A |
Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse From: manitas_at_work Date: 12 Mar 07 - 08:04 AM Shouldn't that be: Lancashire: Where, through Gracie Fields be... |
Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse From: GUEST,Walkaboutsverse Date: 12 Mar 07 - 05:27 AM Lancashire: Where, through Graces, moorlands be... |
Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse From: GUEST,Walkaboutsverse Date: 10 Mar 07 - 06:48 AM Steeped in history, Through your buildings there to see... |
Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse From: GUEST,Walkaboutsverse Date: 09 Mar 07 - 04:33 AM Lancashire: With your Pennine boundary... |
Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse From: GUEST,Walkaboutsverse Date: 08 Mar 07 - 06:11 AM (Sadly, one in three of our children now grow-up in broken families, Guest) The latter is a poem, of course, and on this forum I'd like to go back to my CHANTS FROM WALKABOUTS: 136 LANCASHIRE SUNG SIMPLY Lancashire: Cut by rivers, met by sea; Patched by farmland, Mills and other industry... |
Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse From: GUEST Date: 07 Mar 07 - 04:33 PM Wow, this is one of my favourites of yours, Walkaboutsverse! So true. I sympathise *completely*. *Completely*, I say: From One Lover to Free Lover to Fee Lover, For children's sakes, let's fashion back to One Lover: In public-life there are - guess what - women and men; Thus, upbringing's best by a woman and a man - Not by one or two men, or one or two women, And not in a tug-of-war of women and men. |
Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse From: GUEST,guest Date: 07 Mar 07 - 04:30 PM six years 2 long |
Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse From: GUEST,Walkaboutsverse Date: 07 Mar 07 - 06:05 AM And, with moulding-works out that way, It's somewhere for a longer stay...? THE END (P.S: sixth year in Newcastle, as I post.) |
Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse From: GUEST,Walkaboutsverse Date: 06 Mar 07 - 04:03 AM Kept castles - one for study; Masonry behind masonry... |
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