Walkaboutsverse

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: GUEST,Walkaboutsverse
Date: 29 May 07 - 05:54 AM

(Good thing for me, Amos, the soon-to-be-mentioned Swede wasn't like that.)
I spent the afternoon sightseeing,
    Then, after a latish dinner,
Returned to my own small bedroom -
    The comfy bed proving a winner...

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Amos
Date: 26 May 07 - 02:34 PM

WAV, sorry to disappoint, but I am not fond of talking to stones or kicking walls.

A

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: GUEST,Walkaboutsverse
Date: 26 May 07 - 02:18 PM

(Oh...I thought Amos et al would have been off again.)

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...

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: GUEST,Walkaboutsverse
Date: 24 May 07 - 09:04 AM

14: NIGHT OR DAY?

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

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: GUEST,Walkaboutsverse
Date: 23 May 07 - 06:41 AM

New farms harnessing the wind's blow,
    Old white-and-grey-cottage views;
Plus pines, espousing the hues -
    In distinct leaf-tones - of Glasgow.
THE END

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: GUEST,Walkaboutsverse
Date: 22 May 07 - 08:43 AM

The Lakes behind, a strong Scotch mist
    Changed the sun to a full-moon
And hid scenery, till soon -
    Light, and the wide scenes on Burns' list...

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: GUEST,Walkaboutsverse
Date: 21 May 07 - 11:42 AM

Further north, farms of slighter falls:
    One a black-sheep specialist,
With some Friesians on the list -
    All held between old dry-stone-walls...

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: GUEST,Walkaboutsverse
Date: 20 May 07 - 02:38 PM

Passed Edwin Waugh territory,
    Cumbria's sharp forms and tones
Compelled sense off seat-cramped bones
    To their well-honed long-read story...

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: GUEST,Walkaboutsverse
Date: 19 May 07 - 04:50 AM

Convex pastures with heath-moorland;
    And flatter grain-planes below -
Cropped, awaiting till-and-sow,
    Perhaps with grazing beforehand...

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: GUEST,Walkaboutsverse
Date: 18 May 07 - 06:01 AM

(My Friend Lizzie, Eric, has actually posted a comment on myspace.com/walkaboutsverse)

A farmer on a four-wheeler:
    His canine friend close beside.
A horse not on call to ride:
    On leave - a no-shoe non-heeler!...

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Dave Hanson
Date: 17 May 07 - 09:49 AM

Even Lizzie Cornish wasn't a bigger binge poster than Walkaboutsverse.

eric

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: GUEST,Walkaboutsverse
Date: 17 May 07 - 09:23 AM

Some sheep, blotched vividly with blue,
    Filing down a well-worn path,
Did form a long woolly lath,
    Aimed at a lusher greener hue...

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: GUEST,Walkaboutsverse
Date: 15 May 07 - 08:31 AM

(If Blair and Brown knew better, they would be members of the SNP.)
66   TO SCOTLAND, AGAIN

By coach from central Manchester -
    In-between stops at Bolton,
Carlisle and Hamilton -
    To Glasgow, these I did vista:..

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: GUEST,Walkaboutsverse
Date: 15 May 07 - 05:13 AM

Plus, as I meander home from a day's factory toil,
    The sun, when it sets in a clear sky,
Forms a large amber ball, behind a converted cotton-mill -
    Signalling another day almost by.
THE END

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: GUEST,Walkaboutsverse
Date: 11 May 07 - 06:47 AM

Magpies, near horses, bop around - perhaps for aroused worms;
    Laburnums sprung yellow, and hawthorns white,
Pleasingly, in nature, border the fields of farming-firms,
    And help enclose this Radcliffe rural site...

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: GUEST,Walkaboutsverse
Date: 10 May 07 - 12:35 PM

In sun, fishing-people and bathers dot the reservoir's shore,
    And, in shade, ferns the sides of path and stream;
Near gates, manure fills the air and makes stepping a chore,
    But elsewhere the views are a poet's dream...

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: GUEST,Walkaboutsverse
Date: 09 May 07 - 08:05 AM

Caravan-people leave their grouping to walk the well-worn track,
    And milk- and mail-vans squeeze tightly by;
Antique farm-machines rust away in a grassed ramshackle-stack,
    And pigeons startle from their grassy lie...

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: GUEST,Walkaboutsverse
Date: 08 May 07 - 01:20 PM

On cooler mornings, the dew on grasses soaks my joggers through,
    But beautifies clumps of whimsy grass-heads;
And, already proceeding on his routine of chores to do,
    A farmer strong-hoses out the cowsheds...

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: GUEST
Date: 08 May 07 - 06:51 AM

One time, three sheep-dogs determined me lost, and rounded me up;
    Oftentimes, the Metro. tram rattles by;
And, sometimes, a horse will urge me make handy a grassy cup,
    Or nudge for a scratch down its back and thigh...

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: GUEST,Walkaboutsverse
Date: 05 May 07 - 05:06 AM

As does Peel Monument, atop a distant Holecombe mount -
    By which an uncle and I once took lunch;
Disturbed nettles - brushed in such distraction - make their bulwarks count,
    And a shed-side arbour demands a hunch...

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: GUEST,Walkaboutsverse
Date: 04 May 07 - 10:29 AM

Slugs - some rusty, others pitch-black - slither on a clayey path,
    That slopes sharply beside the reservoir;
And a whitegood on green-grass (a horse trough, once a human bath)
    Amuses me as I view from afar...

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: GUEST,Walkaboutsverse
Date: 04 May 07 - 04:37 AM

Horses, goats, sheep and cattle laze and graze on fields of green -
    Fields they, in turn, feed, helping make hay;
And, above, swifts and herons sometimes grace the aerial scene -
    A scene framed by a moorland chain of grey...

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: GUEST,Walkaboutsverse
Date: 03 May 07 - 10:47 AM

Bumble bees, tree sparrows and robins bob along the hedgerows,
    Squirrels and hares hop ahead on my route;
And on a weather-wrapped reservoir - glassy, or dulled by blows -
    Glide mute- and whooper-swans, ducks, geese and coot...

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: GUEST,Walkaboutsverse
Date: 03 May 07 - 04:43 AM

(No, frineds, I've neither eaten nor drunk lead paint - just tried to "paint" such pictures of our "green and pleasant land" (Blake).)

Walking toward work and the rising sun, a morning chorus
    Rides the crisp breezy air of hill-farmland,
While gravel, of road and path, beneath my plonked feet crunches,
    And P.V.C. flaps loose of its hay-stand...

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: TheSnail
Date: 02 May 07 - 07:19 PM

Shouldn't this thread be transferred to here?

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Cruiser
Date: 02 May 07 - 05:38 PM

Well Walkaboutsverse, you are the clear winner
'Cause if you eat lead paint we must drink lead paint thinner
'Cause what else would cause us to respond with our own terrible prose
To your verse that even a skunk would have to turn up his nose

Yes, you are the final winner 'cause the thread stayed above the line
With Joe, the Clones, and elves ignoring your 'nonmusical' pantomime
So carry on with your manifestations of nonsensical drools
'Cause on Mudcat we will respond to you 'cause we are equally fools…

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Grab
Date: 02 May 07 - 12:47 PM

Walkaboutverse, you've studied humanities -
Why then all this verse of vanities?
Pride in achievements is valid, true,
But what has that to do with you?
If it were good - but it is not,
And pride in a brimming chamber pot
Full of turds and piss is fine for babies
Who have no more ambition, maybe.
But as an adult, and civilised,
Who's viewed the world through his own eyes -
Read your verse as if you'd never seen it
And think: Does it praise the thing described, or demean it?

Graham.

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Amos
Date: 02 May 07 - 12:18 PM

I'm sorry to say, although perfectly lawful,
The lines you post here are aesthetically awful.
Linguistically horrid, semantically null,
In scansion, pathetic; in poesy, dull.
As sorry a clutch of poor versification
As ever has plagued eith one of our nations.
Pray, why do you do it? Have you eaten lead paint?
That you pass off as poetry so much that just ain't?

Boris Silliye Whitmore O' Desain
Answers to Flibbertyjibbets
Paris, 1937

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: GUEST,Walkaboutsverse
Date: 02 May 07 - 12:02 PM

Here is one, folks, that - along with, e.g., A South Shields Walkabout (on Myspace.com/walkaboutsverse) I've used on the performance-poetry scene:

113   FOLLOWING THE SUN - SPRING 2000

Having moved, by buses, up the hill from Salford to Bury
    (To be within walk of new work, again)
These stimuli surround between my abode and the factory
    As I follow the sun - its wax its wane:..

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: GUEST
Date: 01 May 07 - 04:11 PM

Chance would be a fine thing Amos

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Amos
Date: 01 May 07 - 10:09 AM

Ah, good -- his "wend"
Has reached "the end"--
No minor trick.
Let's hope it sticks.


A

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: GUEST,Walkaboutsverse
Date: 01 May 07 - 09:42 AM

This throng was viewing -
    Justly pursuing -
The smart Rock Gardens,
    Sloped on Fletcher Moss,
Which I, too, did cross,
    Before homeward wends.
THE END

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: GUEST
Date: 30 Apr 07 - 04:24 AM

I then headed back
    On Stenner Woods' track -
Hearing more birdsong,
    And seeing mossed stumps
Plus well-layered clumps -
    To a human throng...

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: GUEST,Walkaboutsverse
Date: 27 Apr 07 - 05:31 AM

("Blinkered" (Guest)? I've travelled on a shoestring through about 40 countries and studied humanities - listening to, and learning from, others before putting pen to paper; and you, folks, may judge my tenor-recorder/English-flute playing for yourselves at myspace.com/walkaboutsverse)

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...

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: GUEST
Date: 26 Apr 07 - 02:10 PM

Amos, this man is so blinkered and self opinionated that he is oblivious to any comment. By making comment everybody is fuelling his ego. This man cannot sing, play the recorder or write good poetry. He has to ignored and then he might go away.

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: GUEST,Walkaboutsverse
Date: 26 Apr 07 - 10:51 AM

(Dear Amos - I've read widely from the anthology of English verse, thanks.)

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Amos
Date: 26 Apr 07 - 09:58 AM

Oh, huzzah, just what I wanted.

Walkaboutverse, I earnestly commend to you a month of doing nothing but reading Yeats, Shakespeare's sonnets, W.H. Auden, Gregory Corso, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Walt Whitman, Robert Penn Warren, his daughter Rosanna Warren, and other celebrated and honored poets, so that you can learn to do this doggerel thing better than you do it. THere is so much room for improvement here, you cannot go wrong!


A

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: GUEST,Walkaboutsverse
Date: 26 Apr 07 - 08:19 AM

At Didsbury Village,
    The Old Parsonage
Looked neat, and gave sound,
    As I walked the way,
At about midday,
    To a Mersey mound...

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: GUEST,Walkaboutsverse
Date: 25 Apr 07 - 01:12 PM

Did you see above, Amos - you've a huge fan.

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Leadfingers
Date: 25 Apr 07 - 11:41 AM

300 !!

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Amos
Date: 25 Apr 07 - 10:07 AM

How many times, old addled friend,
You've ended couplets with "The End".
A virtuous, kindly thing to do,
Would be to simply make it true.


A

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: GUEST,Walkaboutsverse
Date: 25 Apr 07 - 09:47 AM

111   THE MERSEY AT DIDSBURY - SPRING 2000

Took bus one-four-three,                        
    From Piccadilly,
Along Oxford Road;
    Passed the old uni's,
Those shops with saris,
    And my first abode...

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: GUEST,Walkaboutsverse
Date: 25 Apr 07 - 04:17 AM

Yes, foolishly,
I took the bait -
A choice that I
Would come to hate,
For I almost
Did drown that date,
Making the swim
From state to state.
THE END

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: GUEST
Date: 23 Apr 07 - 11:10 AM

When is Amos publishing his poetry? It's hilarious - esp the genre pastiches.

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: GUEST,Walkaboutsverse
Date: 23 Apr 07 - 05:14 AM

On one such day,
    I do declare,
Some three of us
    Had a big dare
To swim across,
    From state to state,
The wide Murray -
    I took the bait...

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: GUEST,Walkaboutsverse
Date: 21 Apr 07 - 06:13 AM

(Feedback varies)
After day's work,
From Y.H.A.,
A group of us
Would not delay
To walk on down
To the dirt rim
Of the Murray
For a cool swim...

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: GUEST,Raving Dave
Date: 20 Apr 07 - 03:45 PM

You have to feel sorry for this guy. He is so insecure and lonely that he has to communicate and socialise in this way. How sad he is to spend all his time encroaching upon the Mudcat forum to give vent to his pitiful ramblings. He is even 'singing' on Myspace. He even wants to make folk music his career

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: Amos
Date: 20 Apr 07 - 10:13 AM

What once was only Bad
Has now grown Worser!
And none to save us from
This madcap verser.
I wish he were
A great deal terser.


A

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: GUEST,Walkaboutsvers
Date: 20 Apr 07 - 07:40 AM

THE END
Now: "State to State"

From Sydney Town,
    In uni. break,
I drove out west
    To earnings make
Onion picking
    On the fields
Of Echuca
    That year's yields...

Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
From: GUEST,Walkaboutsverse
Date: 20 Apr 07 - 04:47 AM

And high-and-dry sands held from transgression
    By growth of grass and the weaving of wood;
Plus, in the dim light of a sleepy sun,
    Fishing boats returning to Tynemouth's hood...