One of Mudcat's Best Discussions

Subject: RE: One of Mudcat's Best Discussions
From: Rowan
Date: 15 Feb 10 - 09:15 PM

The various threads on Liz's tits (Coal, Blue, and another I can't recall) had excellent entertainment value.

Cheers, Rowan

Subject: RE: One of Mudcat's Best Discussions
From: olddude
Date: 15 Feb 10 - 08:06 PM

LOL, only on the Cat Amos!!

Subject: RE: One of Mudcat's Best Discussions
From: Amos
Date: 15 Feb 10 - 07:53 PM

It is perversity itself to turn a "Mudcat's BEst" thread into a "World's Worst Poetry" thread. For fie!



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Subject: RE: One of Mudcat's Best Discussions
From: The Sandman
Date: 15 Feb 10 - 07:30 PM

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Subject: RE: BS: More Bad Poetry
From: Rapaire - PM
Date: 07 Aug 03 - 10:32 PM

McGonagall, I will concede, was pretty good as a bad poet, but he was from the UK. But can he touch America's own Julia Moore?

    THE GREAT CHICAGO FIRE

    The great Chicago Fire, friends,
         Will never be forgot;
    In the history of Chicago
         It will remain a darken spot.
    It was a dreadful horrid sight
         To see that City in flames;
    But no human aid could save it,
         For all skill was tried in vain.

    In the year of 1871,
         In October on the 8th,
    The people in that City, then
         Was full of life, and great.
    Less than four days it lay in ruins,
         That garden City, so great
    Lay smouldering in ashes,
         In a sad and pitiful state.

    It was a sad, sad scene indeed,
         To see the fire arise,
    And hear the crackling of the flames
         As it almost reached the skies,
    And sadder still, to hear the moans,
         Of people in the flames
    Cry for help, and none could get,
         Ah, die where they remained.

    To see the people run for life;
         Up and down the blazing streets,
    To find then, their escape cut off
         By the fiery flaming sheets,
    And others hunting for some friend
         That perhaps they never found,
    Such weeping, wailing, never was known,
         For a thousands miles around.

    Some people were very wealthy
         On the morning of the 10th.
    But at the close of the evening,
         Was poor, but felt content,
    Glad to escape from harm with life
         With friends they loved so well,
    Some will try to gain more wisdom,
         By the sad sight they beheld.

    Five thousand people were homeless,
         Sad wanderers in the streets,
    With no shelter to cover them,
         And no food had they to eat.
    They wandered down by the lake side,
         Lay down on the cold damp ground,
    So tired and weary and homeless,
         So the rich, the poor, was found.

    Mothers with dear little infants,
         Some clinging to the breast.
    People of every description
         All laid down there to rest,
    With the sky as their covering,
         Ah, pillows they had none.
    Sad, oh sad, it must have been,
         For those poor homeless ones.

    Neighboring Cities sent comfort,
         To the poor lone helpless ones,
    And God will not forget them
         In all the years to come.
    Now the City of Chicago
         Is built up anew once more,
    And may it never be visited
         With such a great fire no more.

I'd mention Nancy Luce, also, but I can't find a complete poem by her. Which is probably just as well.

Subject: RE: One of Mudcat's Best Discussions
From: Peter T.
Date: 15 Feb 10 - 02:41 PM

Possibly the greatest thread (and the greatest single submission) we ever got here was "Why we sing" (thanks to Big Mick).

yours,

Peter T.

Subject: RE: One of Mudcat's Best Discussions
From: open mike
Date: 15 Feb 10 - 01:35 PM

i woneder what ever happened to Joely...
did we scare him off or is he a living example of
"what doesn't kill you makes you stronger"

I had heard the "horse alert" quote attributed
to Louis Armstrong...too.

hey, we probably all have said it at one time
or another---there is a column in sing out magazine
called folk process about how lyrics (and quotes?) change.

Subject: RE: One of Mudcat's Best Discussions
From: The Sandman
Date: 15 Feb 10 - 11:02 AM

and,why well run folk clubs are important.

Subject: RE: One of Mudcat's Best Discussions
From: The Sandman
Date: 15 Feb 10 - 10:54 AM

BS: More Bad Poetry                     

Little Hawk         07 Aug 03 - 07:40 PM
Amos         07 Aug 03 - 08:17 PM
Rapaire         07 Aug 03 - 09:40 PM
mack/misophist         07 Aug 03 - 09:57 PM
Padre         07 Aug 03 - 10:31 PM
Rapaire         07 Aug 03 - 10:32 PM
JennyO         07 Aug 03 - 11:12 PM
Amos         08 Aug 03 - 02:22 AM
Micca         08 Aug 03 - 04:15 AM
greg stephens         08 Aug 03 - 07:24 AM
Micca         08 Aug 03 - 09:09 AM
TheBigPinkLad         08 Aug 03 - 05:08 PM
Rapaire         08 Aug 03 - 05:59 PM
Amos         08 Aug 03 - 08:14 PM
Rapaire         08 Aug 03 - 08:27 PM
Amos         08 Aug 03 - 08:50 PM
Alba         08 Aug 03 - 09:17 PM
Rapaire         08 Aug 03 - 09:56 PM
Little Hawk         09 Aug 03 - 01:32 AM
Amos         09 Aug 03 - 02:21 AM
greg stephens         09 Aug 03 - 03:39 AM
alanabit         09 Aug 03 - 07:17 AM
Rapaire         09 Aug 03 - 10:26 AM
Little Hawk         09 Aug 03 - 12:14 PM
Amos         09 Aug 03 - 12:34 PM
alanabit         09 Aug 03 - 12:35 PM
Sandra in Sydney         10 Aug 03 - 10:00 AM
Willie-O         10 Aug 03 - 11:13 AM
Amos         10 Aug 03 - 11:29 AM
Rapaire         10 Aug 03 - 11:50 AM
GUEST,Ms Penelope Rutledge         10 Aug 03 - 12:52 PM
Amos         10 Aug 03 - 01:50 PM
Amos         10 Aug 03 - 01:58 PM
Little Hawk         10 Aug 03 - 03:49 PM
Alba         08 Jul 06 - 03:19 PM
GUEST,Poet extrordinaire         08 Jul 06 - 05:34 PM
Amos         08 Jul 06 - 06:55 PM
Alba         08 Jul 06 - 08:14 PM
Amos         08 Jul 06 - 10:22 PM
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Subject: BS: More Bad Poetry
From: Little Hawk - PM
Date: 07 Aug 03 - 07:40 PM

Here's another marvelous bad poem from William McGonagall which I feel you people should not have to live without any longer...read it and weep!

THE LITTLE MATCH GIRL
by William McGonagall

It was biting cold, and the falling snow,
Which filled a poor little match girl's heart with woe,
Who was bareheaded and barefooted, as she went along the street,
Crying, "Who'll buy my matches? for I want pennies to buy some meat!"

When she left home she had slippers on;
But, alas! poor child, now they were gone.
For she lost both of them while hurrying across the street,
Out of the way of two carriages which were near by her feet.

So the little girl went on, while the snow fell thick and fast;
And the child's heart felt cold and downcast,
For nobody had bought any matchea that day,
Which filled her little mind with grief and dismay.

Alas! she was hungry and shivering with cold;
So in a corner between two houses she made bold
To take shelter from the violent storm.
Poor little waif! wishing to herself she'd never been born.

And she grew colder and colder, and feared to go home
For fear of her father beating her; and she felt woe-begone
Because she could carry home no pennies to buy bread,
And to go home without pennies she was in dread.

The large flakes of snow covered her ringlets of fair hair;
While the passers-by for her had no care,
As they hurried along to their homes at a quick pace,
While the cold wind blew in the match girl's face.

As night wore on her hands were numb with cold,
And no longer her strength could her uphold,
When an idea into her little head came:
She'd strike a match and warm her hands at the flame.

And she lighted the match, and it burned brightly,
And it helped to fill her heart with glee;
And she thought she was sitting at a stove very grand;
But, alas! she was found dead, with a match in her hand!

Her body was found half-covered with snow,
And as the people gazed thereon their hearts were full of woe;
And many present let fall a burning tear
Because she was found dead on the last night of the year,

In that mighty city of London, wherein is plenty of gold -
But, alas! their charity towards street waifs is rather cold.
But I hope the match girl's in Heaven, beside her Saviour dear,
A bright reward for all the hardships she suffered here.


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You can read this "Poetic Gem" online at

http://www.mcgonagall-online.org.uk/poems/mpgmatch.htm

Subject: RE: One of Mudcat's Best Discussions
From: wysiwyg
Date: 14 Feb 10 - 07:43 PM

I nominate Dan to define what is folk.

~S~

Subject: RE: One of Mudcat's Best Discussions
From: Lizzie Cornish 1
Date: 14 Feb 10 - 06:38 PM

That made me laugh, Dan! :0)

Subject: RE: One of Mudcat's Best Discussions
From: olddude
Date: 14 Feb 10 - 05:06 PM

A few years ago I gave away a couple of dozen computers to people who could use them.   In that thread there had to be a dozen ways of "how to give them away in a proper manner or so along those lines" Debating how to give away PC's LOL

Only on mudcat ... only on mudcat .. yup ... still laughing If a tree falls on a performer in the woods and he has an unplugged electric guitar ... Is the scream regarded as folk?? LOL

Subject: One of Mudcat's Best Discussions
From: Allan C.
Date: 14 Feb 10 - 04:30 PM

Below I will link three connected discussions. I believe they show the Mudcat in its best light even though it doesn't look that way at the start. Within you'll find a surprise visit from a familiar voice as well as some wisdom from old, (and some departed,) friends. There's even a hint or two about how some certain songs came to be recorded. Read on.

If you have other similar Mudcat moments you would like to add to this thread, please do. Yes, we've had Best of Mudcat threads before, (feel free to link to them as well,) but why not another?


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