Walkaboutsverse

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Amos
Date: 19 Jun 08 - 07:27 PM

Actually, Hawk, I was merely pointing out that you are not young, you are not untried (my god--the number of times you've tried!), and you are certainly are not fresh; more like a mackerel, twinkling in the moonlight, on the back lawn of civilization.

There was a course once in diagramming sentences and working out which part modified what, which you must have missed. Perhaps you were absent that particular day after day after day. Otherwise, my meaning woudl have been clear.


A

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Stilly River Sage
Date: 19 Jun 08 - 07:39 PM

The beats through us of a drum;
    Winter's sun felt through closed glass;
Handing in the last exam;
    Awakenings – alarmless!


Glass and alarmless. Who knew?

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Little Hawk
Date: 19 Jun 08 - 09:20 PM

Yes, Amos, but it's so much more fun misinterpreting what you say and pretending to get upset about it.

Ah, well.

I suspect I would not be able to keep up with Winona for long. Matter of fact, I'm sure of it. Thus I am envisioning a strictly part time and friendly relationship based on mutual freedom that would not tie down or restrict either participant or demand any type of exclusive committments, if you follow me.

Anyway, she smokes, and I can't take a whole lot of that. I don't care how attractive the other person is.

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Peace
Date: 19 Jun 08 - 09:33 PM

It's the friction that causes that, LH.

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Little Hawk
Date: 19 Jun 08 - 09:52 PM

Oh, I see.

Well, some lubricants could help, then.

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Amos
Date: 19 Jun 08 - 10:47 PM

Unless she still smokes afterwards...



A

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: GUEST,Guest from Sanity
Date: 20 Jun 08 - 12:49 AM

Y-a-a-a-a-a-a-wwwnnnnn

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: WalkaboutsVerse
Date: 20 Jun 08 - 04:38 AM

Poem 88 of 230: FROM 20TH-CENTURY SEXUALITY

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.

From walkaboutsverse.741.com

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Don Firth
Date: 20 Jun 08 - 03:31 PM

When something is
Its own parody,
It's difficult to tell
Whether or not
It's intentional.

Don Firth

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Def Shepard
Date: 20 Jun 08 - 05:34 PM

From Number Nine, Penwiper Mews
There is really abominable news:
They've discovered a head
In the box for the bread
And nobody seems to know whose.

-Edward Gorey

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Little Hawk
Date: 20 Jun 08 - 06:19 PM

LOL! I love it. Keep 'em coming.

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: WalkaboutsVerse
Date: 21 Jun 08 - 03:44 AM

THE WEEKLY WALKABOUT, E.G.

Poem 195 of 230: MUSING ON WIMBLEDON - SUMMER 2002

2001 got somewhat cheeky,
    So, on my T.V., I was pleased to see
Old-fashioned etiquette about the net...
    But oh! to get among the coaching set.

Thus, here is a feature that I'd teach:
    Two-hands each side – either off when can't reach.
And, as for thoughts on pay, I do not say
    "Amateur play" but "spread-out the outlay."

From walkaboutsverse.741.com

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: GUEST,Guest from Sanity
Date: 21 Jun 08 - 05:15 AM

The man in the tree is staring at me
All of the blood dripping down
He says: where are you bound?
Said: I'm going to town to pawn my crown
And never come back here again

My lady in waiting is weaving a robe
Of silk and moonlight and now
And she never asks how
So pleasant a task she never asks
And she only listens to friends

The man at the store he looks at my crown
Listens to my sad tale
He says it never fails
If the crown is for sale, I'll give you some nails
But you can only use them on friends

The man in the tree was staring at me
As I passed by again on that day
He said I'd got in his way
Said: nails aren't the way to be free to stay
So I traded them all for the end
Went back to my lady in waiting and all of her friends

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: GUEST,Jesus on a ]Rubber Cross
Date: 21 Jun 08 - 02:09 PM

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: Def Shepard
Date: 21 Jun 08 - 02:28 PM

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe

Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"

and you can't say fairer than that :-D

huge thanks to Lewis Carroll (very English 'e was)

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Amos
Date: 21 Jun 08 - 03:33 PM

Is madness contagious when communicated typographically?

A

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Def Shepard
Date: 21 Jun 08 - 03:37 PM

I was hoping fun might be, but I hope in vain :-D

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: GUEST,Guest from Sanity
Date: 21 Jun 08 - 03:38 PM

Is that a rhetorical question??

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Def Shepard
Date: 21 Jun 08 - 03:42 PM

Is the question, Is that a rhetorical question?? a rhetorical question? :-D

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Don Firth
Date: 21 Jun 08 - 03:48 PM

Is the question, "Is the question, 'Is that a rhetorical question??' a rhetorical question?" a rhetorical question?

(Well, someone had to do it. . . .)

Don Firth

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Amos
Date: 21 Jun 08 - 03:59 PM

Yes, it was. But now it isn't, as it is no longer in question.


A

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Def Shepard
Date: 21 Jun 08 - 04:05 PM

Is the question, "Is the question, 'Is that a rhetorical question??' a rhetorical question?" a rhetorical question?

I will not, repat I will not........ :-D

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: GUEST,Guest from Sanity
Date: 21 Jun 08 - 04:14 PM

Hey!..It was my question...Do I get a say in it???

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Amos
Date: 21 Jun 08 - 04:25 PM

Your question was answered when I said "Yes it was". My question was rhetorical, until the later posts removed all doubt.




A

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Def Shepard
Date: 21 Jun 08 - 04:32 PM

And here's me thinking this was an attempt at humour...silly me :-D

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Amos
Date: 21 Jun 08 - 04:36 PM

Was that a rhettorical remark ,Scarlett?



A

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Def Shepard
Date: 21 Jun 08 - 04:40 PM

Like I said.....

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: WalkaboutsVerse
Date: 21 Jun 08 - 04:48 PM

What about Wimbledon, Wanderers?!

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Don Firth
Date: 21 Jun 08 - 05:49 PM

Speaking of things rhetorical, I am reminded of

THIS.

(This isn't as long, but I believe it ranks right up there with Abbott and Costello's "Who's on first?")

Don Firth

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: GUEST,Guest from Sanity
Date: 21 Jun 08 - 07:02 PM

Thank you, Don!!!...After the one you posted, I went to some others, of that series...Laughed my ass off!..Till my lungs hurt!!..Thank you!

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Amos
Date: 22 Jun 08 - 02:11 AM

That is a genuine crackup, Don. Thanks.


A

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Little Hawk
Date: 22 Jun 08 - 08:29 PM

LOL! I can't bloody well believe it either! Really...I can't.

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: GUEST,Guest from Sanity
Date: 23 Jun 08 - 11:12 AM

There was a Persian king
Who wanted to know
What he could say on
Every occasion
That always would be so

      Illusions, circles and changes
      Illusions, always changing
      Like the wind and the rain

He summoned three wise men
From his eternal throne
One from each border
Gave them his order
To write words always true

The wise men thought so hard
For a night and day
Found these words to say on
Every occasion
These things too shall pass away

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: WalkaboutsVerse
Date: 23 Jun 08 - 11:52 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.

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 walkaboutsverse.741.com

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Def Shepard
Date: 23 Jun 08 - 01:20 PM

errrr...yeah. alright, whateveryousay :-D

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: WalkaboutsVerse
Date: 23 Jun 08 - 05:44 PM

...I thought it was quite closely tied to the "night and day" of the previous post by Sanity, Def Shepard.

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: GUEST,Guest from Sanity
Date: 23 Jun 08 - 05:55 PM

HUH??? What did you mean by that??

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: GUEST,Guest from Sanity
Date: 23 Jun 08 - 06:08 PM

In her eyes, centuries are
Hair as black and straight as lonely streets are
Look into her eyes
Look into her eyes
Have you ever been there

You wander lost along the sea shore
Ask the reason why
All the villains always live
And all the heroes always die

She dissolves your words in acid
Nothing is the same
First she throws away the rules
Then she throws away the game

She says she's not immune to knowledge
She's not afraid of clouds
Then you wander hand in hand
Among imaginary crowds

There's nothing you can do about it
Nothing you can change
Seems like only yesterday
Lost inside a picture frame

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Def Shepard
Date: 23 Jun 08 - 06:20 PM

My reaction was simply an externalisation of what I generally feel about your so called verse WAV, that's all, no more, no less.

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Amos
Date: 23 Jun 08 - 07:30 PM

GFS:

Yours?

Excellent!


A

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: GUEST,Guest from Sanity
Date: 23 Jun 08 - 08:19 PM

I have just come back from the land beyond the mountain
This is not a story I was told
When all the people are made out of wood
They build their houses of bones

      Sail away, Oh sail away
      The edge of the world is near
      Sail away, Oh sail away from here

I have just come back from the land beyond the mountain
All the cigarettes are hand rolled
Nothing is bought and nobody is sold
And everything's made of gold

I have just come back from the land beyond the mountain
There a man with wounds I did see
Said: I do not want to escape from reality
I want reality to escape from me

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Amos
Date: 23 Jun 08 - 08:30 PM

GfS:

Would you mind adding those two to the Mudcat Poetry Corner? Thanks.


A

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: GUEST
Date: 23 Jun 08 - 09:30 PM

There was a man came to our town
He wore a suit of red
He memorized with secret eyes
That he hid away in his head

      He had a scar upon his head
      Where there used to be a crown
      But he sold his robes at the five and ten
      And lived on the edge of town

That fall he showed us a magic leaf
That he could change to snow
He bought it partly with his grief
And partly with his soul

      He scattered seeds in the alley way
      He never seemed to rest
      And when you went to ask him why
      All he ever said was yes

He made a swan from waving grass
Beside a crystal shore
And a sunrise spun from broken glass
And many things wondrous more

      But then his hands began to burn
      When he heard the news from the war
      When we cannot find each other he said
      Then we can't run away any more

Next day with tears along his face
He passed us on the hill
No one thought to ask him to stay
And he knows that we never will

There was a man came to our town
He wore a suit of red
He memorized with secret eyes
That he hid away in his head

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: GUEST,Guest from Sanity
Date: 23 Jun 08 - 09:32 PM

ooops the last one was me...but I hit 'enter' instead of 'shift'..so it came out as 'guest'...sorry...

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: GUEST,Guest from Sanity
Date: 23 Jun 08 - 09:35 PM

Everything you see all around you
Will roll away on wheels of tomorrow
Down misty willow rivers of because
Into the land of was

You know you only have to be my friend

The world outside can teach and astound you
Build a wall it will only surround you
Walls were only built to fall, my friend
They'll never shelter anyone you've been

Just enjoy the spell that you're under
Look around, sunshine's around you
It has always had to hide
But it's just been waiting there inside you

Be strong as love, soft as flowers
Walk like the wind walks when it walks through flowers
My friend, you don't have to hold back the sea
You only have to be

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: GUEST,Guest from Sanity
Date: 23 Jun 08 - 09:38 PM

Ok..sorry for the 'self-indulgence' during my break....back down to the studio................( hey, this things is taking on monster dimensions of 'hot')!!!

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Amos
Date: 23 Jun 08 - 11:16 PM

Good stuff, GfS.


A

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Little Hawk
Date: 23 Jun 08 - 11:27 PM

That is really wonderful poetry, GFS. It makes me all the more eager to hear some of your music too.

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: GUEST,Guest from Sanity
Date: 24 Jun 08 - 12:08 AM

The wind winds the platform
Blows through your suit creases
You want us
To crucify the enemy for Jesus
With your chamber-of-commerce soul
You talk of war so bold
God is on our side, but
He's lost in your wallet-fold

And the widows a-sighing
The children a-crying
The screams of the dying
Say you are lying, Uncle John

You pull out your Sunday God
And hold him up so proud
And say he is with us
To the Applauding crowd
But the burn-blackened place
The shredded disfigured face
Don't say that God is Love
They say that you are Hate

And the widows a-sighing
The children a-crying
The screams of the dying
Say you are lying, tell me true

You stand up on the platform
With the flag wrapped all around you
And tell us that the Bible says
To fight for it we're bound to
But the Red's for the blood we lose
The White's for the gauze they use
To cover burned-out blackened men
The rest is for the bodies numb and Blue

And the widows a-sighing
The children a-crying
The screams of the dying
Say you are lying,listen to you.

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: GUEST,Guest from Sanity
Date: 24 Jun 08 - 12:50 AM

What is the poetry corner..?
I thought it was this
Walkaboutsverse is a person? I did not know
Its a good name for a thread
What else did I miss??

When I first came to the forum
Voiced opinion, and posted no song
Spoke distrust about stereo politicians
Speaking out both sides of their mouth
Tis simple, I'm right,you're wrong!

As to posting in a corner
Where poets congregate
I thought I'd limit it here
Take it but no where else
Making it all fodder, food for hate

So now I understand
And now you must realize
Lift it from here,
To place anywhere, save your heart
Copyrighted stuff would be plagerized!

If all the world is a stage...where does the audience sit?