Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: WalkaboutsVerse Date: 05 May 09 - 05:53 AM Poem 163 of 230: ON A CLEAR DAY - SUMMER 2001 Far - the Lakelands behind Blackpool Tower; Well-ebbed - the ocean and estuary; Odd - a sand-digger and wagons that cross; Tonal - the flats left by tidal power; Patched - the grasses surviving the big tides; Plonked - the driftwood sprouted in other lands; Clinging - the coastal flora to the dunes; Busy - the bees and folks on Southport rides. From http://walkaboutsverse.sitegoz.com (e-scroll) Or http://blogs.myspace.com/walkaboutsverse (e-book) |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: WalkaboutsVerse Date: 06 May 09 - 04:37 AM Poem of 160 of 230: MACCLESFIELD - SUMMER 2001 After hearing the ways Of the old silk-weaving trade, While being served some tea, Within the Mulberry Tree, Memories came back to me Of - during my infant days - Feeding 'worms till sheaths were made. From http://walkaboutsverse.sitegoz.com (e-scroll) Or http://blogs.myspace.com/walkaboutsverse (e-book) |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: WalkaboutsVerse Date: 07 May 09 - 04:32 AM Poem 16 of 230: A BEAUTIFUL STAGE If a couple, with plans to wed, Asked me, off the top of my head, For somewhere I thought well in-tune As a place for a honeymoon, It would have - flashing back - to be Beautifully-honed Italy. From http://walkaboutsverse.sitegoz.com (e-scroll) Or http://blogs.myspace.com/walkaboutsverse (e-book) |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: WalkaboutsVerse Date: 07 May 09 - 09:25 AM Nothing at all against the starter of the, atop, "Really Really Important Poem" thread - just baffled as to why this poetry thread was booted down? |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: WalkaboutsVerse Date: 08 May 09 - 05:22 AM Poem 41 of 230: EVEN AFTER LINCOLN, STEINBECK, AND KING Written at a public toilet by the Statue of Liberty: "What of Equality, Fraternity; And Democracy!?" The U.S.A. has aided dictators - Right-Wing leaders, of course; So some's bestowal of democracy Is hypocrisy. http://walkaboutsverse.sitegoz.com/walkaboutsverse (e-scroll) http://blogs.myspace.com/walkaboutsverse (e-book) |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: WalkaboutsVerse Date: 09 May 09 - 04:44 AM ...maybe this post will move the thread back up, again..? Poem/Song 111 of 230: THE MERSEY AT DIDSBURY (TUNE: Eb F G Ab G D F G Ab G D F G Ab G D G Ab Bb Ab D G Ab Bb Ab D F G Ab G) Took bus one-four-three, From Piccadilly, Along Oxford Road; Passed the old uni's, Those shops with saris, And my first abode. At Didsbury Village, The Old Parsonage Looked neat, and gave sound, As I walked the way, At about midday, To a Mersey mound. From atop this bank, No longer a blank Was the strong river, Nor the wide fairways - Where I'd filled two days, Twelve years earlier. I then headed back, On Stenner Woods' track (Hearing more birdsong, And seeing mossed stumps Plus well-layered clumps), To a human throng. This throng was viewing - Justly pursuing - The smart Rock Gardens, Sloped on Fletcher Moss, Which I, too, did cross, Before homeward wends. From http://walkaboutsverse.sitegoz.com (e-scroll) Or http://blogs.myspace.com/walkaboutsverse (e-book) |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: WalkaboutsVerse Date: 10 May 09 - 06:08 AM Poem 227 of 230: ROTATING SHIFTS There will always be places That need to be staffed Twenty-four hours a day, But I think it's daft To rotate bodies and minds Around any craft... The better way seems to be Penalty-rates paid For three fixed eight-hour shifts - With adjustments laid, By those choosing to work nights, For sleep to be made. From http://walkaboutsverse.sitegoz.com (e-scroll) Or http://blogs.myspace.com/walkaboutsverse (e-book) |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: Spleen Cringe Date: 10 May 09 - 11:16 AM "a Mersey mound" Eek! What's one of those? Is it something I should avoiding stepping in next time I'm in Didsbury? |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: Spleen Cringe Date: 10 May 09 - 11:19 AM A mersey mound Weighs but a pound Stepped on, it makes a squelching sound It's small and round And on the ground Where it was squeezed out by a hound |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: WalkaboutsVerse Date: 10 May 09 - 12:30 PM No - it's grassed over, SC, and, as I say, allows a nice view of the, also verdant, golf course there. Now all you need is either some kind of navigation system or, better still, you could hold with you, as you walkabout, the very poem "The Mersey at Didsbury" in your heart. |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: GUEST,Smokey Date: 10 May 09 - 10:11 PM 'Tis foolish whim, Nay - almost folly To watch folk drive, From a grassy knolly. |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: WalkaboutsVerse Date: 11 May 09 - 04:41 AM Poem 144 of 230: LINGOLF (TUNE: Eb G G G A A A Bb C' C' C' Bb Eb F G A A A F A Bb G G G) Your honour, Your Honour. Watch out - he's a burglar. I'm to school on your put. That's one heck of a cut! It's my bread and butter - A left-to-right cutter. That's where elephants die. That's a grave - not a lie. I'm in the old plumb-duff; Tough - I'm on the cut-stuff. The hooks with my driver, And fades with my putter. There's a goalie in there. Trees are some nine-tenths air. I have a soldier's plight - Always left, right, left, right. Everything was fine - Apart from weight and line. It took a member's bounce. A rare bird to announce. An unlucky horseshoe. Had a look - liked the view. Poetry in motion. Read with blind devotion. He's just hit a cracker. I'm only a hacker. I wish I'd missed the well. A fried-egg where it fell. A crop of a divot. It was speed that killed it. Your wedges land so neat - Butterflies with sore feet. Like pitching in pudding. Never up, never in. Drive for show, put for dough. Can't beat bad luck, you know. He's just missed a gimme. That, then, would be dormy. It went in the side-door. A Bradman of a score. Just spoiled a good walk. Can't play, but can he talk! 'Twas daylight robbery. Not "how" but "how many." The nineteenth's not too far - Have a jar at the bar..? From http://walkaboutsverse.sitegoz.com (e-scroll) Or http://blogs.myspace.com/walkaboutsverse (e-book) |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: mandotim Date: 11 May 09 - 04:51 AM Fried-egg????? Since when did this need a hyphen? |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: WalkaboutsVerse Date: 11 May 09 - 05:24 AM True - there's no possible confusion in that line MT, but fried and egg do appear together a lot..? |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: s&r Date: 11 May 09 - 05:27 AM and plum duff doesn't have a 'b' Stu |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: WalkaboutsVerse Date: 11 May 09 - 09:15 AM Again, true Stu - but, whilst my dictionary gives "choicest part" for "plum", it also gives "exactly" for "plumb"..? |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: mandotim Date: 11 May 09 - 09:25 AM And in this sense, 'Putt' has two t's. Otherwise, the line makes no sense. The poem is not bad, for a hammered together collection of ancient golfing cliches. |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: WalkaboutsVerse Date: 11 May 09 - 09:59 AM Thanks MT - that definitely is a mistake (of six years standing, frankly), which I shall fix shortly...owe you a "jar at the bar"! |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: s&r Date: 11 May 09 - 10:39 AM ...and you do know that plum duff is slang for homosexual? Stu |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: WalkaboutsVerse Date: 11 May 09 - 10:56 AM For golfers in the rough, then, Stu, we better leave it as "plumb duff". |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: WalkaboutsVerse Date: 12 May 09 - 04:51 AM Haven't played golf for about a decade, but before that... Poem 97 of 230: COLLECTING THE CARDS Some folks are plant diehards, Others keep foreign coins; Twitchers collect sightings, And golfers their scorecards. My hobby's the latter, And, in many places, I've managed just one round - Scores? Another matter! From http://walkaboutsverse.sitegoz.com (e-scroll) Or http://blogs.myspace.com/walkaboutsverse (e-book) |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: Bill D Date: 12 May 09 - 02:15 PM Been trying to decide what I am reminded of. Couldn't place it, so I let my imagination wander. If Emily Dickenson and Ogden Nash had an affair and produced an offspring, and taught it poetry, and it took LSD and drank Budweiser while it strived to emulate Mom & Dad.. |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: Amos Date: 12 May 09 - 02:32 PM Not Nash, surely McGonagle and an autistic teenage druggie, or some such marriage from hell... A |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: WalkaboutsVerse Date: 13 May 09 - 04:39 AM ...Poem 207 of 230: REGARDING DRUG ABUSE Whenever I'm feeling bad, I try to change my thinking - Another poem, a fad... Or let time do its passing. For it's weak to abuse drugs, And drug abuse weakens mugs... From http://walkaboutsverse.sitegoz.com (e-scroll) Or http://blogs.myspace.com/walkaboutsverse (e-book) |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: GUEST,Smokey Date: 13 May 09 - 06:19 PM Through diligent research it has been found out, That mugs break just as easily with or without. |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: WalkaboutsVerse Date: 14 May 09 - 04:42 AM ...Poem 94 of 230: MOROCCAN TEA Here's a hint Concerning mint. It's very brief: Just pick a leaf From the backyard, And wash if marred; Leaf, bag, in mug, Boil the jug, Pour in and stir, Oust the former. It's easy, see - Moroccan tea... Well, 'tis roughly. From http://walkaboutsverse.sitegoz.com (e-scroll) Or http://blogs.myspace.com/walkaboutsverse (e-book) |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: GUEST,Smokey Date: 14 May 09 - 02:59 PM Blended Indian's my tipple, but just to be droll, Its finest companion - Moroccan roll. The kettle is sacred; forget it you not, But the secret of good tea is always the pot. To brew in the mug is ne'er quite satisfact'ry, It offendeth the delicate senses olfact'ry. |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: WalkaboutsVerse Date: 14 May 09 - 04:01 PM "Blended Indian's my tipple" (Smokey)...I knew very little of Darjeeling and it's nice walks, plus some agitation in 1988 - I went the long way from Calcutta to Nepal, including a ride on top of a bus, simply to try the tea there. |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: GUEST,Smokey Date: 14 May 09 - 06:14 PM Although you're retired from versification, No longer do travel or multiplication, I'm forced to admire such courageous devotion As ventures, I'll wager, 'cross mountain and ocean To sample the simple delights of a potion I whinge about fetching from Morrison's. |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: WalkaboutsVerse Date: 15 May 09 - 06:29 AM ...Poem 101 of 230: JUST SUBSIST (TUNE: D F# G G A A G G D A B B A A G G D B B B A A G G D A A A B A G G, D A A A B A G G) At times when I've had time to take, I've thought of a plot by a lake: The plot would be of fertile ground; The lake would have some trout around. The plot's house would be made of brick - Well insulated, in good nick. And, round this abode, there'd be built - Solar panels, kept at best tilt. Inside large coops would run the legs Of chooks and quails - for fresh eggs. A vine for grapes plus summer shade; And, in thin beds, vegetables laid. Up at dawn, to use all sunlight - Fish and farm by day, read at night. A spouse with me I'd not resist - In retirement, we'd just subsist. From http://walkaboutsverse.sitegoz.com (e-scroll) Or http://blogs.myspace.com/walkaboutsverse (e-book) |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: WalkaboutsVerse Date: 16 May 09 - 04:46 AM Poem 32 of 230: THE POLYNESIAN CULTURAL CENTRE North, on the warm island of Oahu There's a really good place to see: The Polynesian Cultural Centre - A centre linked by Christianity; It's run by a broad-minded Christian group, Championing cultures while they preach. I talked to a few of the kind members, And here's an abstract of their speech: The employees are all uni. students, Labouring for their study and board; They come from many Pacific islands, And are all believers in their Lord; They are studying for varied degrees, And working at a number of jobs; Some work as cultural entertainers, While others serve the tourist mobs. I walked around for more than half a day, Then went to a skilled stage-show at night. By day, the different island nations Do shows at their own cultural site; There's good Tahitian cooking to be tried, Tamure dancing and hula, too. Plus, at night, dramatic fire-walking, Drums and song, to name you but a few. From http://walkaboutsverse.sitegoz.com (e-scroll) Or http://blogs.myspace.com/walkaboutsverse (e-book) |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: WalkaboutsVerse Date: 17 May 09 - 05:23 AM Poem 95 of 230 A GOOD LIFE To fauna, Home-flora. Sheep for wool - Fed till full. Chooks for eggs - Free-range legs. Milk from cows - Should well house: Better grade Can be made. Fish for game - Cut the pain. Dogs for pets - No regrets. And question Castration. This does say Buddha's way, And Blake's way: A good life - For all life. From http://walkaboutsverse.sitegoz.com (e-scroll) Or http://blogs.myspace.com/walkaboutsverse (e-book) And further on "To fauna, home-flora", I shall try and post the following piece of prose here, as yesterday I was prevented from re/staring a thread on native gardening - which the BBC, on Gardeners' World e.g., seem to be moving more-and-more away from, sadly... Green gardening is native gardening, and vegetables, plus other consumables, should be the only exotic-flora we plant - as doing so can help limit food-miles, etc. By filling our other garden spaces with natives, we use less water and other resources, whilst aiding the native-fauna that, over the centuries, have evolved with them. (Even high-nectar exotics, such as Buddleia, that are very attractive to SOME native-fauna, should be avoided, because they upset nature's/God's balance – God created evolution, too, that is.) Our green gardens, with their vegies and natives, can be made still greener by the addition of compost heaps/bins; a wildlife pond – for native frogs, newts, etc, rather than exotic goldfish; bee- and bird-boxes, plus carefully selected feeders; rain- and grey-water vats; by growing everything organically, including thrifty home-propagation/species-swapping; and by leaving some lush untidy patches, decaying branches, etc. |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: WalkaboutsVerse Date: 18 May 09 - 04:23 AM Poem 141 of 230: IN A SMALL POT (TUNE: D F# F# F# G F# E E D E E E F# E D D) I like Acers But rent a flat, So mimic one In a small pot: As for starters, I made a plat Of ivy run Out from one spot; To this basis, All round the mat, In a trunk-bun, Dirt - soaked a lot; Without traces (Not got down pat), A moss-lawn spun And short-ferns shot; And, like Acers, Branches have sat - Wirework done - Toward the pot; Trimmed with scissors, This foliage-hat Thrives in the sun Of my sill-plot. From http://walkaboutsverse.sitegoz.com (e-scroll) Or http://blogs.myspace.com/walkaboutsverse (e-book) |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: WalkaboutsVerse Date: 19 May 09 - 04:46 AM (As no-one else is posting nowadays, I've noticed it takes about 24 hours to go from top to bottom here, as a matter of interest.) Poem 24 of 230: THROUGH SOUTH-EAST ASIA A highlight of South-East Asia - As with other tropical lands - Is the abundance of fresh fruits: At cutting which some have deft hands. And, from these fruits, I'd often choose - To cool down from tropical heat - A freshly prepared coconut: Chopped to drink; lining scooped to eat. From http://walkaboutsverse.sitegoz.com (e-scroll) Or http://blogs.myspace.com/walkaboutsverse (e-book) |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: WalkaboutsVerse Date: 20 May 09 - 04:34 AM Poem 130 of 230: ENTRÉE/AT BOLTON'S ALBERT HALL: OPERA SONG - WINTER 2000/1 (TUNE: G A B C' B C' D' C' B B C' B D' D' G E D C C' E' F' E' E' E' E' D' C' C' E' F' G' G' G E D C) From novel, and play, To opera, La Traviata Was my entrée To a media I find is a Fine way to relay Human drama. From http://walkaboutsverse.sitegoz.com (e-scroll) Or http://blogs.myspace.com/walkaboutsverse (e-book) |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: GUEST,Smokey Date: 20 May 09 - 08:10 PM Medium.. |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: mandotim Date: 21 May 09 - 03:12 AM Doris Stokes! (Sorry, thought it was a crossword clue...) |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: WalkaboutsVerse Date: 21 May 09 - 04:50 AM Poem 161 of 230: AT THE CAPTAIN COOK BIRTHPLACE MUSEUM - SUMMER 2001 I listened and looked and read, then wrote, Within the remarks book, this brief note: "Aborigines - first there/worst off"... And received a Rule Britannia cough. From http://walkaboutsverse.sitegoz.com (e-scroll) Or http://blogs.myspace.com/walkaboutsverse (e-book) |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: Stu Date: 21 May 09 - 05:54 AM "God created evolution" LOL! |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: GUEST,Smokey Date: 21 May 09 - 01:05 PM If you had a room full of clairvoyants, would they be called media? Would they need to be told in advance? |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: WalkaboutsVerse Date: 21 May 09 - 01:25 PM What I do know, Smokey, is that the rhyme scheme of "ENTRÉE" (above) is abbaabba. |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: GUEST,Smokey Date: 21 May 09 - 01:30 PM So good they named them twice :-) I see what you mean about the rhyming, I'm just pedantic about misused plurae. |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: WalkaboutsVerse Date: 21 May 09 - 04:37 PM I'd rather listen to Swedish folk, Smokey - whatever the rhyme structure! ;-)> |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: GUEST,Smokey Date: 21 May 09 - 05:20 PM Ah, but folk music is only yesterday's pop.. |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: WalkaboutsVerse Date: 22 May 09 - 05:17 AM Poem 162 of 230: TEES TO TYNE: FIRST IMPRESSIONS - SUMMER 2001 (TUNE: E F# F# E D E F# F# F# G G A B A G G D G A A B B A A F# G A B B A A-G G D D F# F# F#-G F# E E E E E E F# E D D) Where traditions are not so rare; Sea, country and works scent the air; A multitude of monuments, Planted tubs and patterned pavements. The longish pedestrian malls; The remnants of defensive walls; "Broken-roofed buildings" are a gauge Of the respect for heritage. Wheat, rape and pines in the fields; Estuaries guarded by shields; Long sandy beaches and wide scenes; Romantic-ruin go-betweens. Rivers in parts licked by trees, Or fringed by boat clubs, wharfs, gantries, And crossed by practical delights - Varied spans, forming pleasing sights. Fine churches headed at Durham; Football kits ad infinitum; Kept castles - one for study; Masonry behind masonry. And, with moulding-works out that way, It's somewhere for a longer stay..? From http://walkaboutsverse.sitegoz.com (e-scroll) Or http://blogs.myspace.com/walkaboutsverse (e-book) |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: WalkaboutsVerse Date: 23 May 09 - 04:00 AM Poem 21 of 230: BOMBAY PORTER Awaiting a train in Bombay, I was shocked into dismay; For a well-dressed man, built strongly, Was walking, his hands set free, Ahead of a bony porter - Heavy case on head, no quarter. Shortly later, I watched again As out from the rich-man's train Came the scrawny struggling porter - His thin back now much tauter; For he writhed as he stretched his loins - After a quick count of few coins. From http://walkaboutsverse.sitegoz.com (e-scroll) Or http://blogs.myspace.com/walkaboutsverse (e-book) |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: WalkaboutsVerse Date: 24 May 09 - 06:05 AM Poem 65 of 230: NORTH WALES "Hills meeting sea" Proclaims to me "Good scenery." And it's views of North Wales, Both sides of the train-rails, Whereupon this thought hails. From http://walkaboutsverse.sitegoz.com (e-scroll) Or http://blogs.myspace.com/walkaboutsverse (e-book) |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: WalkaboutsVerse Date: 25 May 09 - 05:24 AM Poem 98 of 230: REREGULATE One Premier world-eleven v. Another such company, Or wage-caps and say half each-club's squad From the local-junior pod? And, perhaps, heed the cricket-fan's call To convert to county-football..? From http://walkaboutsverse.sitegoz.com (e-scroll) Or http://blogs.myspace.com/walkaboutsverse (e-book) |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: mandotim Date: 25 May 09 - 07:19 AM A few points here, Wav. Once again, your Australian knowledge of England is a little hazy. Wage caps have been tried several times in the football leagues; they were always, without exception, a complete disaster. A question; what's a 'local-junior pod' (apart from a clumsy and tortuous attempt at rhyme?) Why the hyphen? County cricket has been dying on its feet for years, but your analogy is false in any case; all counties except Yorkshire have had overseas and out of county born players since the end of the 19th century. Have you ever been to a County Championship game WAV? Ever seen a full ground? I don't expect you as an Australian to understand an English institution like the Lancashire Leagues (or the Yorkshire equivalent for that matter), but they are contested by town and village sides, which I am sure you would approve of. Where do you think most of the retained professionals in these sides come from? Not England, WAV, not England. Ever heard of Basil D'Oliveira WAV? Played for Middleton in the 1960s. Viv Richards? Played for Rishton in the 1970s. People in Lancashire still talk fondly of Sir Learie Constantine playing for Nelson in the leagues. That was in 1928. I've asked you before; how far back does a cultural artefact have to go before it becomes part of the culture? Once again your concepts of 'English' are shown to be utterly bogus, and based almost entirely on your mistaken ideology. Prove me wrong, WAV; do some proper research, absorb some actual learning instead of parroting your excruciating verse, and come back with a logical and thought-through argument about why we should ban players from other nations competing in sports in this country. Who knows, you might even convince me! |
Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew From: WalkaboutsVerse Date: 26 May 09 - 05:03 AM Poem 215 of 230: MOODS MORE NICE As barter Tends to cause Some anger, Seeing price Tends to cause Moods more nice. From http://walkaboutsverse.sitegoz.com (e-scroll) Or http://blogs.myspace.com/walkaboutsverse (e-book) |