BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew

Subject: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: WalkaboutsVerse
Date: 11 Apr 09 - 01:09 PM

Poem 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 browsed through the trendy market,
    With fresh fruits of tropical kind;
Walked to the creek through lush thicket -
    Nature's hand giving peace of mind.

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 http://blogs.myspace.com/walkaboutsverse (e-book - & follow links to hear it sung)
Or http://walkaboutsverse.sitegoz.com (e-scroll)

Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: Don Firth
Date: 11 Apr 09 - 03:15 PM

Algie saw the bear.
The bear saw Algie.
The bear was bulgie
The bulge was Algie.
         --Burmashave

Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: Bonnie Shaljean
Date: 11 Apr 09 - 04:10 PM

One-One was a racehorse
Two-Two was one too
One-One won one race
And Two-Two won one too

Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: Joe Offer
Date: 11 Apr 09 - 04:13 PM

You know, it has been made clear over and over again, that a number of Mudcatters do not like the rhymes posted by Walkaboutsverse. Frankly, these expressions of disaffection are far more tedious than the rhymes themselves could ever be.

How 'bout if you people don't like something and you've already said it, that you refrain from making yourself look stupid by not saying it again? I'm going to delete all the negative posts from this thread and give it a chance to start anew. We don't allow personal attacks at Mudcat. Somehow, people got the idea that it was OK to attack WAV. It started in fun, but it invariably got nasty - so I'm not going to allow it any more.

If you would like to discuss this, please contact me privately by e-mail or personal message - not in this thread. This thread is reserved for poetry, or doggerel, or whatever you want to call it.

Thank you.

-Joe-
[e-mail]

I'm a poet,
And nobody knows it;
That's my profession.
I know - I chose it.

Burma-Shave

Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: Don Firth
Date: 11 Apr 09 - 04:14 PM

Oh! What a world
Of woe and sin!
My head grows bald,
But not my chin!
      --Burmashave

Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: Don Firth
Date: 11 Apr 09 - 04:54 PM

I make no qualitative judgements, I am merely contributing to what appears to be a poetry thread.

"Once drove an old sedan, up north. . . ."

* * *

He lit a match
To check his tank,
And now they call him
"Skinless Frank."
            --Burmashave

Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: Amos
Date: 11 Apr 09 - 05:22 PM

Do your posters
Rant and rave
Grunt and grumble,
Misbehave?
Just shoot the brutes
With Burmashave!!

Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: olddude
Date: 11 Apr 09 - 05:29 PM

Well
I liked it walkabout ... just a nice little verse
dan

Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: The Sandman
Date: 11 Apr 09 - 05:39 PM

since,my giddy aunt has gone.
I am so lonesome on my own.
I shall write of trouble and strife.
Take my pen and start to scribe.
up the Khyber I went forth
with no Hampsteads in the North.
burma shave,burmashave,on special offer now,hurry while stocks last

on saturday 11th day of April 2009

Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: Don Firth
Date: 11 Apr 09 - 05:43 PM

She went to the office
Of a New York theatrical agent
She told him she wanted
To make a big splash
On Broadway.
He said, "I can guarantee it!"
And pushed her out
Of a nineteenth story window.

Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: Jack Campin
Date: 11 Apr 09 - 06:05 PM

see the happy moron
he doesn't give a damn
i wish i was a moron
my god perhaps i am

Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: Tootler
Date: 11 Apr 09 - 07:30 PM

The other day upon the stair
I met a man who wasn't there
He wasn't there again today
I wish that man would go away.

Learnt from my English Teacher at the age of 11

Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: Don Firth
Date: 11 Apr 09 - 09:01 PM

When you feel like a frog
In the middle
Of the highway of Life,
And everything that happens to you
Feels like a steel-belted radial,
It may be a comfort to remember
As you lay there,
Squashed
In a puddle
Of your own assorted bodily fluids,
That
At least
You made
Your mark!

Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: Bee-dubya-ell
Date: 11 Apr 09 - 09:35 PM

A tutor who tooted the flute
tried to tutor two tooters to toot.
Said the two to the tutor
"Is it easier to toot or
to tutor two tooters to toot?"

Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: Don Firth
Date: 11 Apr 09 - 09:56 PM

A young schizophrenic named Struther,
When he learned of the death of his brother,
   Said, "That's really too bad,
   But I don't feel too sad.
After all, I still have each other."

Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: Peace
Date: 12 Apr 09 - 12:18 AM

Good to see you back, WAV.

Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: Acorn4
Date: 12 Apr 09 - 04:36 AM

Why do moths come out at night
And always fly towards the light?

Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: Will Fly
Date: 12 Apr 09 - 05:10 AM

The Mudcat is a curious fish
Who slowly swims along.
He blows large bubbles filled with verse
And turns them into song.

The words and tunes flow through the years,
Meander down life's stream
And end by ringing in our hearts.
This is the Mudcat's dream.

W. Fly
12 Apr 2009

Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: WalkaboutsVerse
Date: 12 Apr 09 - 05:33 AM

Happy Easter, all, and...

Poem 96 of 230: PARADIGMS

"Thirty-all" is, in effect, "deuce";
    Nobody has seen an "atom":
An atom remains a model;
    "Thirty-all" an umpire's call.
"They we just simply had to bomb";
    And there are other given "truths"...

If we humans evolved from apes,
Why on earth are there living apes?

From http://walkaboutsverse.sitegoz.com (e-scroll)
Or http://blogs.myspace.com/walkaboutsverse (e-book)

Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: The Sandman
Date: 12 Apr 09 - 05:43 AM

thirty all is not deuce,
I find your meaning obtuse,
kind sir,take your pen,and with it,
write your poem again.

Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: Lizzie Cornish 1
Date: 12 Apr 09 - 06:14 AM

Happy Easter, David.

Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: Crow Sister (off with the fairies)
Date: 12 Apr 09 - 06:32 AM

Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear
Fuzzy Wuzzy had no hair
So he wazn't fuzzy waz 'e

Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: Snuffy
Date: 12 Apr 09 - 06:52 AM

There was an old man who said "Damn.
I have just realised that I am
A being that moves
In predestinate grooves.
I'm not even a bus: I'm a streetcar."

Perhaps the English version was better.

Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: Dave Hanson
Date: 12 Apr 09 - 07:12 AM

Poem Number 11 of 300.00000000 an a bit

Ooey Gooey was a worm,
A silly worm was he,
He went upon the railway line,
The train he went to see,
Ooey Gooey.

Dave H

Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: van lingle
Date: 12 Apr 09 - 07:41 AM

I eat my peas with honey,
I've done it all my life,
It makes the peas taste funny,
But it keeps them on my knife.

Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: Acorn4
Date: 12 Apr 09 - 09:58 AM

Minimalism ' NO!

Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: WalkaboutsVerse
Date: 12 Apr 09 - 12:26 PM

I'll keep in mind your plan, Van.
And CB: say, e.g., I'm serving at 30-all and you hit a backhand winner off my serve - thus, you have a break point; now say you do the same at deuce - thus, you again have a break-point; and, thus, "'Thirty-all' is, in effect, 'deuce'" (above).

Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: VirginiaTam
Date: 12 Apr 09 - 12:26 PM

from my Mom when I was a kid.

Of all the fishies in the seas
My favourite is the bass
He climbs upon the seaweed trees
and slides down on






















his hands and knees

Jeesh I didn't think I remembered that.

Welcome back WaV

Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: Don Firth
Date: 12 Apr 09 - 02:59 PM

A gay young fellow named Bloom
Took a lesbian up to his room.
   They argued all night
   Over who had the right
To do what, and with which, and to whom.

Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: oldhippie
Date: 12 Apr 09 - 08:16 PM

There was one that went something like this:

O sibili, si ergo
for tibusses in ero
Nobili, demis trux
Si watts enim, kowes en dux

Hint: read it out loud.

Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: Surreysinger
Date: 12 Apr 09 - 08:29 PM

I did - several times, but .....

Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: Bee-dubya-ell
Date: 12 Apr 09 - 09:54 PM

There is a young named Walkabouts Verse
His poems aren't great, but a Vogon's are worse

Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: Ross Campbell
Date: 12 Apr 09 - 10:53 PM

As I was walkin' doon the road
I met a coo -
















a bull, by Goad!

Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: Don Firth
Date: 13 Apr 09 - 01:15 AM

The following is a bit of blank verse:

There was an old lady from Clyde,
Ate a bushel of apples and died.
   The apples fermented
   Inside the lamented,
And made cider inside her inside!

Don Firth

Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: GUEST,Ralphie
Date: 13 Apr 09 - 02:05 AM

2 Ys U R
2 Ys U B
I C U R
2 Ys 4 ME

Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: GUEST,Guest from Sanity
Date: 13 Apr 09 - 02:39 AM

I RIDE MY HARLEY

                               by

                               ME


I ride my Harley Davidson, I ride it in the rain.
I ride it all day long, till I don't even know my name.

I rode it through the chicken's coop, up on Mabel's farm
then I chased some cows...I wasn't doin' no harm.

I rode it in formation, 'long with forty other dudes.
I ride it when I'm snortin' coke, or when I'm doin' 'ludes

I ride it to the corner store, and then I ride it back,
my kidneys died, and I can't feel my sacroiliac.

I ride it up two flights of stairs, when going to my house,
my main squeeze left me the other day, called me a dirty louse.

I ride my Harley every day, I ain't got off to shit,
and now, I can't get off at all, because I'm stuck to it.




Copyright 1985

Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: Dave Hanson
Date: 13 Apr 09 - 03:12 AM

Poem number 21.7 of 15

For the fourth time dull Daphnis said Chloe,
You've told me my bosom is snowy,
You've made such remark on,
Each part of my person,

NOW DO SOMETHING,
There's a good boyhi.

Dave H

Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: WalkaboutsVerse
Date: 13 Apr 09 - 05:21 AM

Here's another kind of "blank verse," Don...

Poem 14 of 230: NIGHT OR DAY?!

In the far north of Sweden,
    A "Land of the Midnight Sun,"
A strange thing chanced upon me -
    And I'll tell you, just for fun.

Got off a train late-morning
    (Had to catch same one next day)
And trudged far to the Youth Hostel -
    Paying for a one-night stay.

I spent the afternoon sightseeing,
    Then, after a latish dinner,
Returned to my own small bedroom -
    The comfy bed proving a winner.

For I soon dozed into dreamy sleep -
    Waking what was just two hours hence;
But my watch was an analogue,
    And night or day I couldn't sense!

I quickly packed all my things
    (My train an hour or thirteen on)
And hurried out the bedroom -
    The bright sky a sneaky con.

I wandered down the track a bit
    (The Hostel office empty),
Before a smiling helpful local
    Did kindly enlighten me.

From http://walkaboutsverse.sitegoz.com (e-scroll)
Or http://blogs.myspace.com/walkaboutsverse (e-book)

Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: GUEST,JJ
Date: 13 Apr 09 - 09:10 AM

Admins delete my posts if you must but this is still BS and surely it belongs in that section.

Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: caitlin rua
Date: 13 Apr 09 - 09:27 AM

__________
__________
__________
__________


Four lines from a lazy poet -

Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: Les from Hull
Date: 13 Apr 09 - 09:41 AM

See, see the loving sky
Marvel at its big beige depths.
Tell me, Maggie do you
Wonder why the warthog ignores you?
Why its foobly stare
makes you feel tired.
I can tell you, it is
Worried by your fribulance facial growth
That looks like
A cheese.
What's more, it knows
Your bledge potting shed
Smells of sprout.
Everything under the big loving sky
Asks why, why do you even bother?
You only charm vinegars.

from the Vogon Poetry Generator

Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: WalkaboutsVerse
Date: 13 Apr 09 - 12:32 PM

For what it's worth, I've retired from versification, but...

Caitlin Rua
Is no-but-a
Straight-line ruler!

Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: Surreysinger
Date: 13 Apr 09 - 12:37 PM

Les - that's a wondrous piece of confectionery! I didn't know that the Vogon Poetry generator existed... I can see oodles of fun filled moments looming on the horizon!

Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: Don Firth
Date: 13 Apr 09 - 01:00 PM

By the way, in my bit of "blank verse" above, there's more there than meets the eye—provided you know how to read it.

Eruptile Dysfunction:

The volcano was near unto tears,
And time only increased his fears.
   He felt very sad
   That he hadn't had
A decent eruption in years.

Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: Snuffy
Date: 13 Apr 09 - 03:30 PM

Only an in-sider would get it, Don.

Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: Amos
Date: 13 Apr 09 - 03:46 PM

In the march of human minds
Down the weaving span of time,
Men have found a higher voice:
Word and image, meter, rhyme,
Weaving with a subtle beauty
Deepest thought, and highest hope;
Does our poet meet this duty?
One and all have answered, "Nope".
Do not let this witless folly
Make a mediocre slave.
Put this silly rhymester's folly
Back to work for Burma Shave.

Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: Don Firth
Date: 13 Apr 09 - 03:59 PM

Very good, Snuffy!

(Does the CIA know about this?)

Don Firth

Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: Amos
Date: 13 Apr 09 - 04:11 PM

That's the kind of verse that pales in comparison, Don.

The room was humming harder
as the ceiling flew away
When we called out for another drink
the waiter brought a tray,

And so it was that later
as another sonnet failed,
that my post, at first just ghostly,
turned a whiter shade of pale

Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: The Sandman
Date: 13 Apr 09 - 04:24 PM

by John Cage:













by John Cage.

Subject: RE: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: Bonnie Shaljean
Date: 13 Apr 09 - 04:41 PM

An Easter greeting, courtesy of Ogden Nash:

I asked a rabbit that I knew
To lay an Easter egg for you
The air was filled with chilly frost
The rabbit said to me GET LOST!

That egg routine is for the funnies
Us rabbits just have little bunnies
This information spoiled my day -
But Happy Easter anyway