BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew

Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: Donuel
Date: 22 Jun 09 - 06:07 PM

Slow down you eat too fast
gotta make the lunch hour last
just kickin down
restaurant row

lookin for lunch
and feelin Queezy.

Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: WalkaboutsVerse
Date: 23 Jun 09 - 09:52 AM

...and, however we are feelin', Donuel, it's probably better to eat at least an hour before we sing.

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..?

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Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: WalkaboutsVerse
Date: 24 Jun 09 - 04:16 AM

Poem 114 of 230: CLITHEROE CASTLE'S VIEWS - SUMMER 2000

From outside metres-thick wall
    (Down on leafy grounds grown tall,
Then across stony households
    To lush-green sheep-grazing folds,
And up further to the moor),
    Clitheroe Castle's views soar.

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Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: Nick
Date: 24 Jun 09 - 07:40 PM

Poem 114 of 230: INSIDE CLITHEROE - SUMMER OF 69

From inside WalkaboutsVerse-proof wall-oo
    (Opposite the entrance to the Portaloo
Leftwise across from the tearooms charms
    Where, from the Chapel, you can hear the psalms,
I hit the four pronged signpost and watch it swivel
    And wonder why I write this drivel.

Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: Jack Blandiver
Date: 25 Jun 09 - 05:26 AM

Wheat, rape and pines in the fields;

Actually, WAV - I think you'll find that most of the casual al-fresco coitus in the North Country is quite mutual - traditionally, historically or otherwise. Wheat helps of course, but pines in the fields? Generally when you're looking at pines, you're looking at a non-native plantation, and not the ideal place for al-fresco coitus on account of the needles. The other sort of rape, of course, is oil-seed rape - another odious and malodorous non-native cash-crop unknown in the UK before the 1970s, though common, I believe, in Europe from the 13th century.

Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: WalkaboutsVerse
Date: 25 Jun 09 - 05:30 AM

(Ah yes, Nick, English "tearooms" - scarcer than hens teeth these days, but enough to make anyone dribble, or "drivel".)

Poem 9 of 230: THE CAMELLIA GARDENS

In Sydney's Sutherland Shire,
    There's a relaxing place to see:
It's called the Camellia Gardens,
    And one can wander round for free.

Down and along an escarpment
    Meanders a thin stony path;
Beside which grow the camellias -
    Beaut. autumn-blooms the aftermath.

With the evergreen-camellias
    Are a range of native species;
And, atop the leafy hillside,
    A shop sells snacks, coffees and teas.

Plus, down below, there is parkland,
    Where couples rest as children play;
And they walkabout the fish ponds,
    Or the shoreline of Yowie Bay.

(But, regarding plant selection,
    With more knowledge, over the years,
On flora, fauna and their links,
    I'd say - natives not camellias.)

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Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: Stilly River Sage
Date: 25 Jun 09 - 11:21 AM

Please keep your garden poetry over here, WV. I don't come in here complaining about bad poetry, so please keep your wacko gardening ideas and slight poetry contributions off of the gardening thread. It's there to talk about gardening.

Thanks.

SRS

Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: Jack Blandiver
Date: 25 Jun 09 - 12:12 PM

SRS - on Mudcat people are free to post what they want, where they want, and on whatever pretext they so choose. Such censuring is not only potentially hurtful, but runs contrary to the spirit of the threads themselves. In any case, WAV's THE CAMELLIA GARDENS is very pertinent to the thread in question, garnering at least one response, no matter how good, bad or otherwise it might be as a poem, and whatever motives he might otherwise have for posting it.

Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: Rifleman (inactive)
Date: 25 Jun 09 - 12:14 PM

I agree with SRS, I REALLY wish WAV would keep his 'poetry' where it belongs, in this case on this particular thread.

Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: WalkaboutsVerse
Date: 25 Jun 09 - 12:26 PM

I'm WALKABOUTSverse! SRS and Rifleman (and, as S.O. says, it's not done willie nillie; and, if we care about native flora and fauna, wherever we live in the world, we should help compensate for loss of native habitat, due to changed farming demands and techniques etc, by choosing to plant natives in our gardens. (With the exception of veggies and other consumables, which can help reduce food miles, etc.) More here.

Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: GUEST,Chongo Chimp
Date: 25 Jun 09 - 12:31 PM

I like yer poetry, WAV. It has the common touch. When I read it I can picture all them quaint English scenes in my head clear as day and it takes me back to the times I have spent in the UK assertin' the freedoms and rights of primates to drink in English pubs right alongside Englishmen if they damn well want to! Had to bust a few heads to get that point across...

What I am wonderin' is...have you done any poems about the Royals yet? I would like to get yer take on the lives of the Queen and the rest of 'em there in Buckingham Palace.

- Chongo

Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: WalkaboutsVerse
Date: 25 Jun 09 - 12:42 PM

If I may break my "daily ditty" rule, I hope this peels your banana, Chongo...

Poem 225 of 230: AFTER PSALM 118:9 AND MATTHEW 4:8-10

The monarchies
    Now are blasphemies -
The only born-ruler
    Is a God-chosen Schooler.

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Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: Jack Blandiver
Date: 25 Jun 09 - 01:30 PM

The only born-ruler
    Is a God-chosen Schooler.

That would be The Pope then, right?

Seriously, WAV - you really have to work harder on your assimilation / repatriation. Ditch the homespun idealism and embrace the multi-ethnic multi-cultural monarchist reality that is our beloved United Kingdom.

Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: GUEST,Chongo Chimp
Date: 25 Jun 09 - 02:23 PM

That's an unusual viewpoint, WAV. I gotta think about it some. But thanks. ;-)

- Chongo

Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: WalkaboutsVerse
Date: 25 Jun 09 - 03:14 PM

The Pope, S.O., who, in my opinion, should be leader of the Church of Italy only, is elected in a democracy of sorts by his fellows - remember, waiting and looking up for the colour of the smoke and all that?

Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: Nick
Date: 25 Jun 09 - 03:27 PM

FREEVERSE 27 - on Elysian Fields

I pine in the fields
Not because of cones
But because of a deep sense of sadness
And a problem sometimes of scansion and rhyme not quite working
It's the pain of creation
and lack of puncteation
(And spelling)
Where is Harmony?
Where is Destiny?
Where are the other Angels?

Suggested chords - but only play the roots
(D F#m Bm Bm/A# Bm/A Em Gm)

Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: Rifleman (inactive)
Date: 25 Jun 09 - 03:56 PM

"by choosing to plant natives in our gardens"
WAV I'll plant what I wish to plant, in my garden, regardless of the origin of plant, so PLEASE spare me you nationalistic ravings

Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: Nick
Date: 25 Jun 09 - 05:33 PM

PLANTING NATIVES IN MY GARDEN

I planted natives in my garden
But unfortunately none of them grew.
Perhaps I shouldn't have planted them in boxes
Perhaps they should have been alive too.
White fingers rather than green.


Good fun this poetry lark isn't it?

Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: GUEST,Chongo Chimp
Date: 25 Jun 09 - 10:37 PM

Poetry is okay, specially on a slow day, but it will never equal the effectiveness of carryin' a loaded gat in yer vest and a tommy gun with a full ammo drum mounted below the dashboard of yer car...always take care that the barrel is pointin' away from the driver's side. You don't wanta hit a bad bump if it's pointin' the wrong way.

- Chongo

Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: WalkaboutsVerse
Date: 26 Jun 09 - 04:19 AM

Nick and Rifleman: creating an attractive native garden in some parts of our world can be quite a challenge - but a challenge worth taking for the love of native fauna and, LINKED, flora.

Chongo...

Poem 100 of 230: MONOPOLY

It seems to me,
    Ideally and practically,
In an equitable society,
    A well-audited police-force and army
Should have a monopoly
    On weaponry.

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Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: WalkaboutsVerse
Date: 27 Jun 09 - 04:08 AM

Poem 10 of 230: LAND'S END TO JOHN O' GROATS

(TUNE:

D G A A B B A A
D A B B A A G G
D B B B A A G G
D A B A B A G G)

At the bold age of twenty-one
    (Via Hong Kong, China, Macau),
I flew from Sydney to London -
    Land's End to John o' Groats my vow.

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.

On the face of my shoulder bag,
A sketched map of Aus. was my tag;
For said a Scot who'd hitched Europe:
"Some emblem may well boost your hope."

And drivers throughout the island,
Over a two month riding span,
Were the kindest folks I have met -
I swear not once did I get wet!

I stopped overnight in Portsmouth,
    And one or two nights in Torquay;
Then headed along to Plymouth -
    Still travelling beside the sea.

After viewing rugged Land's End,
    I began the long journey north -
North-east, rather, before a bend,
    Somewhere in a bit from Bournemouth.

On the way, I saw relatives,
Whom after leaving I did miss -
Their homes' cosy atmosphere,
And their local pubs' good cheer.

And the hitched-lifts came from many:
An off-work Bobbie, a truckie,
As well as on-duty soldiers -
Thanks, and I've not said where each was!

I headed west through South Wales,
    And viewed Cardiff Arms from afar -
I was hitching with local males,
    And they showed me from in the car.

I stayed a while at Swansea -
    Saw the local footballers play;
Then hitched north through Llandovery -
    Beautiful farmland, I must say.

I slept mostly in B. & B's,
Where the full breakfasts sure did please;
But also stopped in Youth Hostels,
Where it's the comradeship that tells.

My favourite sites were Torquay,
Old St. Andrews (noted shortly),
The road Glasgow-to-Inverness,
The Lakes, plus London's spots, no less.

From Colwyn Bay, I headed east
    To Manchester, my place of birth;
Then on the Lakes my eyes did feast,
    Before I passed by Solway Firth.

Onto Edinburgh, Glasgow,
    St. Andrews, before Inverness;
Then waves from locals were the go -
    Warm folks round John o' Groats, I'd guess.

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Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: WalkaboutsVerse
Date: 28 Jun 09 - 04:53 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.

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PS: but is it cruel..?

Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: GUEST,Chongo Chimp
Date: 28 Jun 09 - 12:43 PM

Whoa! We are WAY apart on the gun issue, WAV. I prefer a society where just about EVERYBODY is packin' some heat and then people can defend 'emselves if they need to. THAT's what I call "equitable".   That way you can separate the men from the boys, to use a human expression...or the apes from the monkeys, as I would rather put it. Puttin' guns only in the hands of the police and army is like lockin' yerself inside a cage and givin' THEM the key! It's the slippery slope to a friggin' dictatorship.

- Chongo

Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: WalkaboutsVerse
Date: 28 Jun 09 - 01:09 PM

I stress "a WELL AUDITED police-force and army" (me, above), Chongo.
Say, e.g., you and someone you normally get on not too bad with have a very stong one-off disagreement - so much more damage can be done if guns &/or knives, e.g., are involved, yes?...

Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: GUEST,Chongo Chimp
Date: 29 Jun 09 - 12:31 AM

You ain't kiddin' about that! However, there are times when you really want to do that much damage...not to a friend, but to an enemy. I hafta say that despite packin' heavy firepower all these years on the streets of Chicago, I have never blown away a friend. Never. And I've had some severe disagreements with friends too...but we know where to draw the line when it comes to that...no gunplay among friends! And no knives either.

As to how many enemies I've blown away...well, considerably more than a few. Each and every one of 'em had it comin' too. Look, when ya got a snarlin' gorilla starin' at you down the barrel of a tommy gun, there is only one sensible thing to do: shoot him first.

I can't depend on the police or the army when it comes to this. They are usually not around when you need 'em is what I find.

I do admit you got a bit different situation in the UK. This is the USA, remember. This is the home of Wild Bill Hickock, Dillinger, Pretty Boy Floyd, Big Daddy Malone, and Baby Face Nelson. You gotta watch yer own back if you live in the USA, that's my take on it.

- Chongo

Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: WalkaboutsVerse
Date: 29 Jun 09 - 04:18 AM

Poem 152 of 230: HISTORY IS A FOREIGN COUNTRY?

History is a foreign country?
    Reading Chaucer's 'Tales one can see -
In brilliant witty prosody -
    A definite continuity
In the matters of humanity.
    So how, then, could one fail to be
Without respect for one's history?

As we can learn from other cultures,
So, too, from our own through its years.

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Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: WalkaboutsVerse
Date: 30 Jun 09 - 05:18 AM

Poem 133 of 230: OXFORD BLUE - SPRING 2001

A contract ended/a new one begun,
    And a move from Bolton back to Bury -
A top-floor council-flat, within Radcliffe,
    Where streets are named from names in poetry,
And homes are framed by scenes I'm happy with.

My thirteenth home needed some touching-up,
    And I chose, in the main, to D.I.Y.;
So a nailed off-cut-and-rug make-do
    Covers the small floor where shelved books now lie -
My first study, painted in Oxford Blue.

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Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: WalkaboutsVerse
Date: 01 Jul 09 - 05:13 AM

Poem 206 of 230: MY DIET

Chasing breads, nuts, bananas,
    Red sauce, apples, sultanas,
Crackers, conserves, cucumbers,
    Pickles, porridge, pottages -

Lemon barley,
    Cocoa, coffee,
Or cups of tea.

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Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: Jack Blandiver
Date: 01 Jul 09 - 07:43 AM

Basically Kellog's Fruit & Fibre then?

Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: Little Hawk
Date: 01 Jul 09 - 04:10 PM

I was offered a rotten banana
By a fellow who wore a bandana
He was selling them from a cabana
In the heat of the westering sun

"I prefer them," I said, "somewhat greener
Or perhaps even half in-betweener.
I have seldom seen something obscener!"
In the heat of the westering sun

Leaping up in a fury, he shouted
"My bananas have never been doubted!
I will not let my honor be flouted!"
In the heat of the westering sun

He attacked me without further warning
And all rules of fair combat was scorning
And I feared for my future that morning
In the heat of the westering sun

He was strangling me with the bandana
When our struggles brought down the cabana
And engulfed us in rotten bananas
In the heat of the westering sun

Thus my life might have miserably ended
But by fate I was kindly befriended
When he slipped on a peel and up-ended
In the heat of the westering sun

And today I still keep the bandana
But I never go near the cabana
Where he's still sellling rotten bananas
In the heat of the westerning sun

(sing to the tune of the Mexican Hat Dance)

Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: Amos
Date: 01 Jul 09 - 04:26 PM

Once I lived in a sorry slum,
Sitting on my useless bum
Life was hum and also drum
Back in my younger years.

But then I set out for to walk
And found that though I could not talk,
Because my voice would always squawk,
I could conquer all my fears.

I took to scribbling things in rhyme,
And pasting up such tedious lines
As helped me pass my tedious time,
Back in my younger years.

I walked from hither o'er to Yon,
ANd many a road I traveled on,
If anyone asked, I'd be long gone
With a knowing, rhymish leer.

I went by foot and train and tug,
Slept among strangers, fields and bugs,
And gradually, I grew most smug,
Rhyming away my years.

I kept them all, each couplet lame,
I knew no meter, felt no shame,
I knew someday they'd bring me fame,
Those rhymes from my younger years.

But now I sense the gathering ghost,
And online spend my days in boast,
Where I post and post and post and post
The rhymes from my younger years.

And so a poet's wreath I claim!
I put McGonagle to shame!
With scansion weak and image lame,
I fill my later years.

And if my lines offend your head,
And make you squirm and toss in bed,
Go off and read some other thread!
For mine will run for years.

Ratius Secundus Vorsiphae
A Panoply Of Uncharted Shallows
Meagre, Pickens, "Immodern Poetics"
Glasgow, 2002

Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: WalkaboutsVerse
Date: 01 Jul 09 - 04:38 PM

...and send to the EU, thanks LH! - re: bent bananas.

Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: Little Hawk
Date: 01 Jul 09 - 05:01 PM

Oh, Bravo, Amos! Cunningly writ, as always.

Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: catspaw49
Date: 01 Jul 09 - 05:30 PM

LMFAO AMOS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So WavyFWBR......Do you have enough bandages and antiseptic to stop the bleeding? I think though upon a reread you need stitches cause you're like bleeding to death here............

Amos, your manner of cruelty is impressive and boundless......I am humbled at your mastery!


Spaw

Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: WalkaboutsVerse
Date: 02 Jul 09 - 04:28 AM

(Well, Spaw, I certainly enjoyed Amos's pics of Belize more.)

Poem 93 of 230: ONE-POT COOKING

While living as a bachelor,
    I've cooked in just one pot -
Cast iron with a wooden handle,
    It can hold quite a lot:

Slices of potato and carrot
    Are boiled a while,
Before a thinly-chopped onion
    Is mixed with the pile;

Then I drain off most of the water,
    Add canned lentils and beans,
Stir with spice and tomato sauce -
    To an end, it's a means.

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Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: Amos
Date: 02 Jul 09 - 02:46 PM

Although I did not think you would enjoy my ditty, WAV, it was intended more as a didactic doggerel than any cruelty. I do apologize if I hurt your feelings, although I might add it is quite reciprocal.


A

Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: The Sandman
Date: 02 Jul 09 - 05:29 PM

when living in sin
I baked in a tin
a tart for my sweetheart.
slices of plum
soaked in sugar and rum
made my lover succumb
then we took of our clothes
and to nature exposed
the dong with the luminous nose

Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: WalkaboutsVerse
Date: 03 Jul 09 - 08:06 AM

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?

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Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: Amos
Date: 03 Jul 09 - 09:48 AM

You are 't keeping up, waver. Try looking up pictures of atoms taken with electron micrographs.

Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: catspaw49
Date: 03 Jul 09 - 10:00 AM

And you are obviously a few bricks shy on how evolution regarding the ascent of man works as well. Yes, ascent.......Matter of fact, go read a book or watch a series called just that, "Ascent of Man".............I doubt you learn anything but there is always hope I suppose............


Spaw

Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: WalkaboutsVerse
Date: 04 Jul 09 - 05:37 AM

Spaw and Amos: for what it's worth, I agree with much of the evolutionist argument presented by Darwin, Attenborough, etc., but it DOES have it's faults/there IS a God. And are such "micrographs" (Amos) seeing an "atom"..?

Poem 25 of 230: UBUD

At Bali's Ubud,
    I wound myself down:
Having done Asia,
    It was just the town -
Before Australia
    And work to be found.

Staying in a hut
    (Traditional 'twas),
Beside rice paddies,
    And just eight dollars,
My mind was at ease -
    Calm like a scholar's.

I read and I mused
    Over where I'd been;
Saw Monkey Jungle,
    Which is cool and green;
And, from a bundle,
    Chose an artist's seen.

At night, a gecko -
    Friendly, on the wall;
By day, a farmer -
    At his rice-toil;
And, always, culture -
    Ubud's worth a call.

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Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: s&r
Date: 04 Jul 09 - 05:53 AM

Well, I'm glad that's settled.

Where in England does he live?

Stu

Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: WalkaboutsVerse
Date: 05 Jul 09 - 04:14 AM

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.

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Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: Amos
Date: 05 Jul 09 - 09:00 PM

Your assertion, given your qualifications, is unpersuasive.

As for "seeing"--if you limit seeing to the capability of an eyeball of human specfication, you probably don't believe in germs, galaxies or dinosaurs, either--but somehow, your assertion about God still makes sense to you?

Gyamme wan break....



A

Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: WalkaboutsVerse
Date: 06 Jul 09 - 06:20 AM

Poem 7 of 230: RECENT HISTORY

There's a place called Sovereign Hill,
    Nigh the city of Ballarat,
With dated representations -
    And they're authentic ones at that.

You can pan for gold at the creek,
    Write some lines with inkwell and quill,
See bread baked the colonial way
    Or a blacksmith at his anvil.

There's a, pre-plastics, bowling lane -
    With everything made in wood;
A painted-photo studio,
    And a saloon built as they stood.

Ride in a draft-horse drawn carriage,
    See the front gardens of the day,
Read-up on mining history,
    Or watch costumed-revellers play.

And, just beside the "old" village,
    Should you decide to see some more,
There's homely accommodation;
    But heed - Kooris came long before.

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Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: WalkaboutsVerse
Date: 07 Jul 09 - 05:39 AM

Poem 6 of 230: THE PICKER

While picking onions at Echuca,
    Betimes I came across a
Man who was, he said, by trade a picker.

A compact and stocky physique had he;
    Kind he was to first-time me -
Advising, "You should pick 'em on your knee."

Then he told me of his long-kept plan
    Of travel, by caravan,
To pick seasoned crops, over a wide span.

But workers' rates, I knew, were non too fair -
    Twenty dollars a tonne, there,
Was all the onion-crop owner could spare.

Though (with tally taken by some louse,
    And told to see owner or spouse),                                 
Believe me, they lived in some kind of house.

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Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: WalkaboutsVerse
Date: 08 Jul 09 - 04:01 AM

Poem 146 of 230: HORSES FOR COURSES?

To some, in income-anticipation,
    Horse-baulking at gates is a small debase;
To me, it seems a memory/fear case
    Over the coming whip-castigation.
To some, the winning jockey's elation
    Is the highlight of an ended horserace;
To me, the horse's bulged veins and scared face
    Undermine the winners' celebration.
I can't condone a punter's desire
    To gamble rather than earn a living,
    But can acknowledge a jockey's courage;
I can't see and think as a raced sire,
    Nor feel the scrapes hedges are giving,
    But find horses choiceless in their bondage.

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Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: Jack Blandiver
Date: 08 Jul 09 - 07:27 AM

I agree with much of the evolutionist argument presented by Darwin, Attenborough, etc., but it DOES have it's faults/there IS a God.

The Theory of Evolution is one of the great breakthroughs of Secular Humanism; it stands as a cornerstone of the Scientific Enlightenment which flies in the face of religion & such-like mumbo-jumbo by opening up a whole new set of possibilities that lie beyond such anachronistic constructs as Spirituality and God. The Theory of Evolution evolves as our understanding of the mechanisms grow; the evidence is steadily mounting, and our whole picture of The Natural & Entirely God-less Universe becoming each day clearer as a result. To hike religion to to The Theory of Evolution, is, I fear to miss the point of both Religion and Science. Religion is our make-believe fantasy of the unknown; Science is our means of getting to know that unknown. As the unknown recedes, so does our need for religion.

God is a character in a story we used to tell in the dark days; to the Abrahamics he created the material universe; to the Gnostics, the creator God was, in effect, The Devil. That such essential dualism filters through as we emerge blinking into the clear light of The Enlightenment (Marxist Dialectic, Nature vs. Nurture etc.) is fascinating in itself, but, at the end of a very long night indeed, to say that God created evolution is rather like saying God created Secular Humanism; or that God created Atheism; or that God created the illusion that he does not exist to test our faith.

I wonder, WAV, are you suggesting that God created the process of the universe from The Big Bang onwards, or is this inbuilt into the universe he created in 6 days back in 4004 BC, along with the Illusion of the Theory of Evolution that stands in stark contradiction to the very notion of God? If God created evolution, who doesn't it say so in The Bible?

Perhaps we find the answers here:

The Creation Museum - Prepare to believe

Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: WalkaboutsVerse
Date: 08 Jul 09 - 08:32 AM

Parts of The Bible and parts of Darwin's On the Origin of Species are - perhaps deliberately sometimes - unclear, S., but I remain sure that there is a God.

Subject: RE: BS: WalkaboutsVerse Anew
From: Jack Blandiver
Date: 09 Jul 09 - 04:35 AM

Parts of The Bible and parts of Darwin's On the Origin of Species are - perhaps deliberately sometimes - unclear,

The Origin of Species is the beginning of a process which is getting steadily clearer as time marches on; unfortunately, the Bible still reads like the ravings of a mad horse, getting progressively less clear as we move away from that sort of thinking.

Ultimately I am an atheist because I can't conceive of a greater divinity than Duke Ellington, who was only too human.