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    He who thanks but with the lips
    Thanks but in part;
    The full, the true Thanksgiving
    Comes from the heart.
    ~J.A. Shedd
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    Ah! on Thanksgiving day....
    When the care-wearied man seeks his mother once more,
    And the worn matron smiles where the girl smiled before.
    What moistens the lips and what brightens the eye?
    What calls back the past, like the rich pumpkin pie?
    ~John Greenleaf Whittier
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    May your stuffing be tasty
    May your turkey plump,
    May your potatoes and gravy
    Have nary a lump.
    May your yams be delicious
    And your pies take the prize,
    And may your Thanksgiving dinner
    Stay off your thighs!
    ~Grandpa Jones
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    Hymn To Her lyrics

    Def FX Hymn To Her - YouTube
    Ishtar
    Hecate
    Isis
    Kali
    Persephone
    Venus
    Aradia
    Diana
    Astarte
    Athene
    Demeter
    Bast
    Medusa
    Morgana

    Mother, your earth is in my blood
    Soil and water, one
    I am born of the primordial soup
    Cooked in the crater of your great womb
    Energised in the presence of your opposite
    You fill his heart of emptiness
    And you are within me inside my reality
    I bathe in your dream waters

    Cerridwen
    Shakti
    Shekina
    Tara
    Tiamat
    Arachne
    Freya
    Gaia
    Lilith
    Artemis
    Ariadne
    Aphrodite
    Morrigan
    Durga

    Yoni, he stares there wondering about conquering
    Will I fuck it? Will I eat it? Will I kill it?
    If he bathes in your blood you will turn him to stone
    Like his lifeless cities and the memory of his-story
    The wars fought over that is 'twixt your legs
    Yet your blood is shed for life, not death
    Virgin, complete unto yourself - not celibate






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    YIKES!! that one is DEEP Robitty!!!!
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    THOSE WHO LOVE

    Those who love the most,
    Do not talk of their love,
    Francesca, Guinevere,
    Deirdre, Iseult, Heloise,
    In the fragrant gardens of heaven
    Are silent, or speak if at all
    Of fragile, inconsequent things.

    And a woman I used to know
    Who loved one man from her youth,
    Against the strength of the fates
    Fighting in somber pride,
    Never spoke of this thing,
    But hearing his name by chance,
    A light would pass over her face.
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    Quote Originally Posted by babe View Post
    YIKES!! that one is DEEP Robitty!!!!
    I had never heard that song before. Pyoko's choice.
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    Quote Originally Posted by Robittybob1 View Post
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    YIKES!! that one is DEEP Robitty!!!!
    I had never heard that song before. Pyoko's choice.
    Neither had I but this is Poetry...not musical lyrics site! *L*
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    Quote Originally Posted by babe View Post
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    YIKES!! that one is DEEP Robitty!!!!
    I had never heard that song before. Pyoko's choice.
    Neither had I but this is Poetry...not musical lyrics site! *L*
    Oops!

    Somewhat similar at times. I'll be forced to write a poem as punishment now.
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    Quote Originally Posted by babe View Post
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    Sultry siren of the Pacific
    Voluptuous vixen
    Tantalizing and seductive
    Ply your willful subterfuge

    Fiery scarlet tresses
    Betray the subtle furtive glance
    Tormenting and beguiling
    Ever yearning and desirous

    Take heed young varlet
    Lest you be so venturesome
    Beware the vulcan archipelago
    She awaits ever graceful and elegant
    You weren't supposed to tell them we had hot monkey sex!! Sheesh!!!!
    Babe, relax. In Canada we consider that foreplay.

    Sorry I didn't realize I'd interrupted a turkey segment.
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    For a somewhat silly poetic diversion, I tip my hat to Frank Jacobs who wrote poems for Mad Magazine, that are poems just the same.

    Bats

    Bats are creepy; bats are scary;
    Bats do not seem sanitary;

    Bats in dismal caves keep cozy;
    Bats remind us of Lugosi;

    Bats have webby wings that fold up;
    Bats from ceilings hang down rolled up;

    Bats when flying undismayed are;
    Bats are careful; bats use radar;

    Bats at nighttime at their best are;
    Bats by Batman unimpressed are!




    What me worry?
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    Quote Originally Posted by zinjanthropos View Post
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    Sultry siren of the Pacific
    Voluptuous vixen
    Tantalizing and seductive
    Ply your willful subterfuge

    Fiery scarlet tresses
    Betray the subtle furtive glance
    Tormenting and beguiling
    Ever yearning and desirous

    Take heed young varlet
    Lest you be so venturesome
    Beware the vulcan archipelago
    She awaits ever graceful and elegant
    You weren't supposed to tell them we had hot monkey sex!! Sheesh!!!!
    Babe, relax. In Canada we consider that foreplay.

    Sorry I didn't realize I'd interrupted a turkey segment.
    ahahahahhahah ya brat!!
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    She who could bind you
    Could bind fire to a wall;
    She who could hold you
    Could hold a waterfall;
    She who could keep you
    Could keep the wind from blowing
    On a warm spring night
    With a low moon glowing.

    Sara Teasdale
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    "She who could bind you
    Could bind fire to a wall;
    She who could hold you
    Could hold a waterfall;
    She who could keep you
    Could keep the wind from blowing
    On a warm spring night
    With a low moon glowing."



    There was my one and only,
    My number one.
    My whole world spun on her axis,
    My breath, my blood, my heart.

    Time has past, the fire has freed the wall,
    The waterfall has fallen,
    The wind has done it damage,
    Summer has arrived Babe.




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    So Says the Boss

    I'm the boss
    You do not cross
    The king of my domain
    For the day
    No work, all play
    Is found in my refrain

    Love to eat
    The prime of meat
    So sad 'til I get some
    'Tis so sweet
    And such a treat
    Boy, they can be so dumb

    Hate to dress
    Give me caress
    No bother with the slime
    Have to dig
    In it real big
    Archaeology time

    When I'm beat
    I have a seat
    Take my favorite spot
    No compete
    It's so complete
    Out of my royal cot!

    Here to stay
    I love to lay
    Napping is not a farse
    I'm a dog
    Who's a couch hog
    So move your big fat arse!
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    ODE TO A HAGGIS

    Fair fa’ your honest, sonsie face,
    Great Chieftan o’ the Puddin-race!
    Aboon them a’ ye tak your place,
    Painch, tripe, or thairm:
    Weel are ye wordy of a grace
    As lang’s my arm

    The groaning trencher there ye fill,
    Your hurdies like a distant hill,
    You pin wad help to mend a mill
    In time o’need
    While thro’ your pores the dews distil
    Like amber bead

    His knife see Rustic-labour dight,
    An’ cut you up wi’ ready slight,
    Trenching your gushing entrails bright
    Like onie ditch;
    And then, O what a glorious sight,
    Warm-reeking, rich!

    Then, horn for horn they stretch an’ strive,
    Deil tak the hindmost, on they drive,
    Till a’ their weel-swall’d kytes belyve
    Are bent like drums;
    Then auld Guidman, maist like to rive
    Bethankit hums

    Is there that owre his French ragout,
    Or olio that wad staw a sow,
    Or fricassee wad mak her spew
    Wi’ perfect sconner,
    Looks down wi’ sneering, scornfu’ view
    On sic a dinner?

    Poor devil! see him owre his trash,
    As feckless as a wither’d rash
    His spindle-shank a guid whip-lash,
    His nieve a nit;
    Thro’ bluidy flood or field to dash,
    O how unfit!

    But mark the Rustic, haggis-fed,
    The trembling earth resounds his tread,
    Clap in his walie nieve a blade,
    He’ll mak it whissle;
    An’ legs, an’ arms an’ heads will sned,
    Like taps o’ thrissle

    Ye pow’rs wha mak mankind your care,
    An’ dish them out their bill o’fare,
    Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware
    That jaups in luggies;
    But, if ye wish her gratefu’ pray’r,
    Gie her a Haggis!

    ....
    not mine, of course. just another gift from Robbie
    Anyone in here celebrate Burns night?
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    I would live in your love as the
    sea-grasses live in the sea,
    Borne up by each wave as it passes,
    drawn down by each wave the recedes:
    I would empty my soul of the dreams
    that have gathered in me.
    I would beat with your heart as it beats,
    I would follow your soul as it leads.

    Sara Teasdale
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    Spellbound (a winter poem)

    by Emily Brontë

    The night is darkening round me,
    The wild winds coldly blow;
    But a tyrant spell has bound me
    And I cannot, cannot go.

    The giant trees are bending
    Their bare boughs weighed with snow.
    And the storm is fast descending,
    And yet I cannot go.

    Clouds beyond clouds above me,
    Wastes beyond wastes below;
    But nothing drear can move me;
    I will not, cannot go.
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    The Wise Woman Sara Teasdale

    She must be rich who can forgo
    An hour so jeweled with delight,
    She must have treasuries of joy
    That she can draw on dan and night,
    She must be very sure of heaven----
    Or is it only that she feels
    How much more safe it is to lack
    A thing that time so often steals.
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    Quote Originally Posted by babe View Post
    The Wise Woman Sara Teasdale

    She must be rich who can forgo
    An hour so jeweled with delight,
    She must have treasuries of joy
    That she can draw on dan and night,
    She must be very sure of heaven----
    Or is it only that she feels
    How much more safe it is to lack
    A thing that time so often steals.
    I know what you mean.
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    I just remember one poet learned in my university.
    A Red Red Rose
    O my Luve's like a red, red rose
    That’s newly sprung in June;
    O my Luve's like the melodie
    That’s sweetly play'd in tune.

    As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
    So deep in luve am I:
    And I will luve thee still, my dear,
    Till a’ the seas gang dry:

    Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
    And the rocks melt wi’ the sun:
    I will luve thee still, my dear,
    While the sands o’ life shall run.

    And fare thee well, my only Luve
    And fare thee well, a while!
    And I will come again, my Luve,
    Tho’ it were ten thousand mile.

    It is very beautiful.
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    Quote Originally Posted by happymandy View Post
    I just remember one poet learned in my university.
    A Red Red Rose
    O my Luve's like a red, red rose
    That’s newly sprung in June;
    O my Luve's like the melodie
    That’s sweetly play'd in tune.

    As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
    So deep in luve am I:
    And I will luve thee still, my dear,
    Till a’ the seas gang dry:

    Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
    And the rocks melt wi’ the sun:
    I will luve thee still, my dear,
    While the sands o’ life shall run.

    And fare thee well, my only Luve
    And fare thee well, a while!
    And I will come again, my Luve,
    Tho’ it were ten thousand mile.

    It is very beautiful.
    It is also an old folksong.....from the UK.....I sing it.
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    DEW Sara Teasdale....

    I dream that he is mine,
    I dream that he is true,
    And all his words I keep
    As rose-leaves hold the dew.

    O little thirsty rose
    O little heart beware,
    Lest you should hope to hold
    A hundred roses' share.
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    Quote Originally Posted by wegs View Post
    This is nothing short of poetic genius!
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    Make sure you read the entire thing......any a musician will understand

    A Night With My Lady

    © Jared M. Stein

    Her body glistens in the light
    I urge to play with her all night
    I pick her up and hold her steady
    Take a deep breath, we both are ready.

    I run one hand up her long neck
    Just touching her makes me euphoric
    Across her body, my right hand goes
    I've been practicing, believe me, it shows.

    Her body glistens in the light
    I urge to play with her all night
    I pick her up and hold her steady
    Take a deep breath, we both are ready.

    Another deep breath, the tension mounts
    Have to stay focused, every moment counts
    I am ready lets get movin'
    Here it goes, we both start groovin'.

    Her body glistens in the light
    I urge to play with her all night
    I pick her up and hold her steady
    Take a deep breath, we both are ready.

    I start out slow to get in the swing
    As I do she starts to sing
    The sounds and feelings grow more immense
    The movements, become more intense.

    Her body glistens in the light
    I urge to play with her all night
    I pick her up and hold her steady
    Take a deep breath, we both are ready.

    She screams and screams, while I am gropin'
    My heart stops as I see the door open
    My mom walks in and with a frown
    Says, Your guitar is too loud, please turn it down.
    This is good.
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    Quote Originally Posted by Stargate View Post
    Quote Originally Posted by wegs View Post
    This is nothing short of poetic genius!
    Quote Originally Posted by babe View Post
    Make sure you read the entire thing......any a musician will understand

    A Night With My Lady

    © Jared M. Stein

    Her body glistens in the light
    I urge to play with her all night
    I pick her up and hold her steady
    Take a deep breath, we both are ready.

    I run one hand up her long neck
    Just touching her makes me euphoric
    Across her body, my right hand goes
    I've been practicing, believe me, it shows.

    Her body glistens in the light
    I urge to play with her all night
    I pick her up and hold her steady
    Take a deep breath, we both are ready.

    Another deep breath, the tension mounts
    Have to stay focused, every moment counts
    I am ready lets get movin'
    Here it goes, we both start groovin'.

    Her body glistens in the light
    I urge to play with her all night
    I pick her up and hold her steady
    Take a deep breath, we both are ready.

    I start out slow to get in the swing
    As I do she starts to sing
    The sounds and feelings grow more immense
    The movements, become more intense.

    Her body glistens in the light
    I urge to play with her all night
    I pick her up and hold her steady
    Take a deep breath, we both are ready.

    She screams and screams, while I am gropin'
    My heart stops as I see the door open
    My mom walks in and with a frown
    Says, Your guitar is too loud, please turn it down.
    This is good.
    Thanks....I liked it too!
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    AGE Sara Teasdale (I have the collection) chuckle

    Brooks sing in the spring,
    And in the summer case;
    I who sang in my youth
    Now hold my peace;
    Youth is a noisy stream
    Chattering over the ground,
    But he sad wisdom of age
    Wells up without a sound.
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    Quote Originally Posted by babe View Post
    AGE Sara Teasdale (I have the collection) chuckle

    Brooks sing in the spring,
    And in the summer case;
    I who sang in my youth
    Now hold my peace;
    Youth is a noisy stream
    Chattering over the ground,
    But the sad wisdom of age
    Wells up without a sound.

    I like her words too. Where I grew up there was a river not a brook, but it became ingrown into my psyche too. Even now I long for the river and choke-up when the "the sad wisdom of age Wells up without a sound".
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    The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

    Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
    And sorry I could not travel both
    And be one traveler, long I stood
    And looked down one as far as I could
    To where it bent in the undergrowth;

    Then took the other, as just as fair,
    And having perhaps the better claim
    Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
    Though as for that the passing there
    Had worn them really about the same,

    And both that morning equally lay
    In leaves no step had trodden black.
    Oh, I kept the first for another day!
    Yet knowing how way leads on to way
    I doubted if I should ever come back.

    I shall be telling this with a sigh
    Somewhere ages and ages hence:
    Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
    I took the one less traveled by,
    And that has made all the difference
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    How doth the little crocodile
    Improve his shining tail
    And Pour the waters of the Nile
    On every shining scale!

    How cheerfully he seems to grin,
    How neatly spreads his claws,
    And welcome little fishes in
    With gently smiling jaws.

    Lewis Carroll from "Alice in Wonderland"
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    Quote Originally Posted by babe View Post
    How doth the little crocodile
    Improve his shining tail
    And Pour the waters of the Nile
    On every shining scale!

    How cheerfully he seems to grin,
    How neatly spreads his claws,
    And welcome little fishes in
    With gently smiling jaws.

    Lewis Carroll from "Alice in Wonderland"
    That poem seems to paint a very glossy picture of the deadly killing machine.
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    Quote Originally Posted by Robittybob1 View Post
    Quote Originally Posted by babe View Post
    How doth the little crocodile
    Improve his shining tail
    And Pour the waters of the Nile
    On every shining scale!

    How cheerfully he seems to grin,
    How neatly spreads his claws,
    And welcome little fishes in
    With gently smiling jaws.

    Lewis Carroll from "Alice in Wonderland"
    That poem seems to paint a very glossy picture of the deadly killing machine.
    It always did.

    Very familiar poem via "Alice in Wonderland".
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    Dulce Et Decorum Est

    Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
    Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
    Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
    And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
    Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
    But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
    Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
    Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.
    Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling,
    Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
    But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,
    And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime . . .
    Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,
    As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
    In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
    He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
    If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
    Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
    And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
    His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
    If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
    Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
    Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
    Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,
    My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
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    How doth the little crocodile
    Improve his shining tail
    And Pour the waters of the Nile
    On every shining scale!

    How cheerfully he seems to grin,
    How neatly spreads his claws,
    And welcome little fishes in
    With gently smiling jaws.

    Lewis Carroll from "Alice in Wonderland"
    That poem seems to paint a very glossy picture of the deadly killing machine.
    It always did.

    Very familiar poem via "Alice in Wonderland".
    I've heard of it, but never read it.
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    Dulce Et Decorum Est

    Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
    Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
    Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
    And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
    Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
    But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
    Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
    Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.
    Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling,
    Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
    But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,
    And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime . . .
    Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,
    As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
    In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
    He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
    If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
    Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
    And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
    His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
    If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
    Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
    Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
    Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,
    My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
    To children ardent for some desperate glory,
    The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est
    Pro patria mori.

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    That poem seems to paint a very glossy picture of the deadly killing machine.
    It's probably allegorical - but I don't know what it would be referring to.

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    I like that poem, Red Panda.
    If you like Wilfred Owen, you might like Siegfried Sassoon as well.
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    I like that poem, Red Panda.
    If you like Wilfred Owen, you might like Siegfried Sassoon as well.
    Oh my...I just located a website showcasing his poetry. I'm grateful to you for telling me of this great poet...merry Christmas to me! What a treasure of gems!

    ''A Wanderer''

    When Watkin shifts the burden of his cares
    And all that irked him in his bound employ,
    Once more become a vagrom-hearted boy,
    He moves to roundelays and jocund airs;
    Loitering with dusty harvestmen, he shares
    Old ale and sunshine; or, with maids half-coy,
    Pays court to shadows; fools himself with joy,
    Shaking a leg at junketings and fairs.

    Sometimes, returning down his breezy miles,
    A snatch of wayward April he will bring,
    Piping the daffodilly that beguiles
    Foolhardy lovers in the surge of spring.
    And then once more by lanes and field-path stiles
    Up the green world he wanders like a king.


    Siegfried Sassoon
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    How doth the little crocodile
    Improve his shining tail
    And Pour the waters of the Nile
    On every shining scale!

    How cheerfully he seems to grin,
    How neatly spreads his claws,
    And welcome little fishes in
    With gently smiling jaws.

    Lewis Carroll from "Alice in Wonderland"
    That poem seems to paint a very glossy picture of the deadly killing machine.
    It always did.

    Very familiar poem via "Alice in Wonderland".
    I've heard of it, but never read it.
    Oh heavens!!! You need to read the book...it's delightful!
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    Emily Dickinson

    There is no frigate like a book
    To take us lands away,
    Nor any coursers like a page
    Of prancing poetry.


    This traverse my the poorest tak
    Without oppress of toil;
    How fugal is the chariot
    That beats a human soul!
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    Quote Originally Posted by babe View Post
    Emily Dickinson

    There is no frigate like a book
    To take us lands away,
    Nor any coursers like a page
    Of prancing poetry.


    This traverse my the poorest tak
    Without oppress of toil;
    How fugal is the chariot
    That beats a human soul!
    You're a bit pissed tonight babe!

    There is no frigate like a book
    To take us lands away,
    Nor any coursers like a page
    Of prancing poetry.
    This traverse may the poorest take
    Without oppress of toll;
    How frugal is the chariot
    That bears a human soul!
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    There was an old man Zinjanthropos
    Who's search for God seemed quite hopeless,
    Always on The Science Forum
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    He has now resigned to Zen hocus pocus.
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    Emily Dickinson

    There is no frigate like a book
    To take us lands away,
    Nor any coursers like a page
    Of prancing poetry.


    This traverse my the poorest tak
    Without oppress of toil;
    How fugal is the chariot
    That beats a human soul!
    You're a bit pissed tonight babe!

    There is no frigate like a book
    To take us lands away,
    Nor any coursers like a page
    Of prancing poetry.
    This traverse may the poorest take
    Without oppress of toll;
    How frugal is the chariot
    That bears a human soul!
    Nope...new keyboard....different computer...I shall be making many typo's!

    I rarely get "pissed"and if I do..,run for the hills....as in TEMPER!
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    Quote Originally Posted by Robittybob1 View Post
    There was an old man Zinjanthropos
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    He has now resigned to Zen hocus pocus.
    Hey I like Zinny but actually quite clever words
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    Quote Originally Posted by babe View Post
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    There was an old man Zinjanthropos
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    Always on The Science Forum
    Alone or with the entire quorum,
    He has now resigned to Zen hocus pocus.
    Hey I like Zinny but actually quite clever words
    He knows I like him too. His avatar cracks me up. He could be a young lad all I know, but the poem was to his avatar.
    And I don't know if he is into Zen Meditation but all said and done it's just a silly limerick.
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    Quote Originally Posted by babe View Post
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    Emily Dickinson

    There is no frigate like a book
    To take us lands away,
    Nor any coursers like a page
    Of prancing poetry.


    This traverse my the poorest tak
    Without oppress of toil;
    How fugal is the chariot
    That beats a human soul!
    You're a bit pissed tonight babe!

    There is no frigate like a book
    To take us lands away,
    Nor any coursers like a page
    Of prancing poetry.
    This traverse may the poorest take
    Without oppress of toll;
    How frugal is the chariot
    That bears a human soul!
    Nope...new keyboard....different computer...I shall be making many typo's!

    I rarely get "pissed"and if I do..,run for the hills....as in TEMPER!
    I thought it might have been put down to the rains in California, making the grapes grow ....
    Dean Martin - Little old wine drinker me - YouTube
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    There was an old man Zinjanthropos
    Who's search for God seemed quite hopeless,
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    Alone or with the entire quorum,
    He has now resigned to Zen hocus pocus.
    Robittybob, Robittybob
    Robitty Bobitty Bobitty Bob​
    Like poor Jean Valjean
    With his dignity gone
    A quintessential Les Miserables
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    Quote Originally Posted by zinjanthropos View Post
    There was an old man Zinjanthropos
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    Alone or with the entire quorum,
    He has now resigned to Zen hocus pocus.
    Robittybob, Robittybob
    Robitty Bobitty Bobitty Bob​
    Like poor Jean Valjean
    With his dignity gone
    A quintessential Les Miserables
    Thanks for such a wonderful appraisal "Upton Sinclair described the novel [Les Miserables] as "one of the half-dozen greatest novels of the world,"
    If only my poetry was as good!

    There was an old codger called Zinjanthropos
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    Quote Originally Posted by Robittybob1 View Post
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    Emily Dickinson

    There is no frigate like a book
    To take us lands away,
    Nor any coursers like a page
    Of prancing poetry.


    This traverse my the poorest tak
    Without oppress of toil;
    How fugal is the chariot
    That beats a human soul!
    You're a bit pissed tonight babe!

    There is no frigate like a book
    To take us lands away,
    Nor any coursers like a page
    Of prancing poetry.
    This traverse may the poorest take
    Without oppress of toll;
    How frugal is the chariot
    That bears a human soul!
    Nope...new keyboard....different computer...I shall be making many typo's!

    I rarely get "pissed"and if I do..,run for the hills....as in TEMPER!
    I thought it might have been put down to the rains in California, making the grapes grow ....
    Dean Martin - Little old wine drinker me - YouTube
    No rain here..clear, cold and gorgeous in the redwoods!
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    damn a limerick contest!
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    Quote Originally Posted by babe View Post
    damn a limerick contest!
    Where is the limerick about Babe in the Redwoods?
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    Swans sing before they die----'twere no bad thing
    Should certain persons die before they sing.

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    Swans sing before they die----'twere no bad thing
    Should certain persons die before they sing.

    Samuel Taylor Colerridge
    The song I've sung was just for you,
    Troubled by the phlegm on my larynx ...
    I need more lemons, cut and stew
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    I partook of the lemons
    Cut and stewed
    and the reason why
    I wanted to clear my vocal chords
    then throw the rinds to the sky
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    I partook of the lemons
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    and the reason why
    I wanted to clear my vocal chords
    then throw the rinds to the sky


    I hear your songs loud and clear,
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    N'even an annoying ice cream truck,
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    Quote Originally Posted by Robittybob1 View Post

    There was an old codger called Zinjanthropos
    Whose iambic pentameter was truly atrocious
    Always on The Science Forum
    Alone or with the quorum,
    Though once written his words were quite ferocious.
    Over 8 years I can happily say
    I've averaged less than one post a day
    But some think it a crime
    To be here all the time
    Yet their post count will blow mine away


    Merry Christmas Robittybob. My gift to you is in the form of advice..... Don't bother trying to %@#$%@#$ because if you do then @*&#%$^#%$ disappointed. I hope you get this because there's been some interference in cyberspace tonight.
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    Quote Originally Posted by zinjanthropos View Post
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    There was an old codger called Zinjanthropos
    Whose iambic pentameter was truly atrocious
    Always on The Science Forum
    Alone or with the quorum,
    Though once written his words were quite ferocious.
    Over 8 years I can happily say
    I've averaged less than one post a day
    But some think it a crime
    To be here all the time
    Yet their post count will blow mine away


    Merry Christmas Robittybob. My gift to you is in the form of advice..... Don't bother trying to %@#$%@#$ because if you do then @*&#%$^#%$ disappointed. I hope you get this because there's been some interference in cyberspace tonight.
    That was rather poetical!
    Have a good one, and yes I won't drink and drive. I'll take a taxi instead!

    Merry Christmas Zinjan...
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    There once was an old vet named Bob / A pseudoscientific nutjob / his latest new "theory" / invokes the query / "Why do the mods tolerate this knob?".
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    The word form known as limerick
    Borders upon scientific
    To match meter and rhyme
    With some meaning sublime
    Three in a row is a 'Hat Trick.'
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    Quote Originally Posted by PhDemon View Post
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    There was an old tech called PhDemon,
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    dratt there are just no suitable words rhyming with Demon!

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    Haven't you got better things to do?
    Not me!
    OK it is pretty good and it nearly rhymed. It would have been perfect if Dave's name was Treason. So on the whole it was a failure.

    There was a young girl from Australia
    Who painted her ass like a dahlia
    The picture was fine
    And the colour devine
    But the scent on the whole was a failure
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    One comment below the poem had this to say "I am sure the first version I read, sixty years ago, went ". . .kills by dozens And then eats his red-brown cousins." Anybody know about that? (It is better: squirrels do not kill trees)."
    We don't have squirrels here. So whether by eating nuts you are killing "Potential trees"? Is that the meaning?

    They sound like a pest so no wonder someone shoots squirrels. What is the real story?
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    Quote Originally Posted by Robittybob1 View Post
    One comment below the poem had this to say "I am sure the first version I read, sixty years ago, went ". . .kills by dozens And then eats his red-brown cousins." Anybody know about that? (It is better: squirrels do not kill trees)."
    We don't have squirrels here. So whether by eat nuts you are killing "Potential trees", is that the meaning?

    They sound like a pest so no wonder someone shoots squirrels. What is he real story?
    Perhaps the meaning is that the grey squirrel 'trees' (traps up a tree) his red-brown cousins and then eats them, rather than killing the trees. The meaning changes by the punctuation.
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    Quote Originally Posted by scheherazade View Post
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    One comment below the poem had this to say "I am sure the first version I read, sixty years ago, went ". . .kills by dozens And then eats his red-brown cousins." Anybody know about that? (It is better: squirrels do not kill trees)."
    We don't have squirrels here. So whether by eating nuts you are killing "Potential trees"? Is that the meaning?

    They sound like a pest so no wonder someone shoots squirrels. What is the real story?
    Perhaps the meaning is that the grey squirrel 'trees' (traps up a tree) his red-brown cousins and then eats them, rather than killing the trees. The meaning changes by the punctuation.
    OK thanks scheherazade. I hadn't known that hunting by trapping up a tree was called by the term "trees". The poem sounds more logical that way.
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    It's a poem (I believe) highlighting the hypocrisy of ''Christianity.'' ''Love your enemy,'' yet the 'Christian' shoots the squirrel. So, the squirrel must not have been an enemy, it infers. So...the squirrel was...a 'friend?' lol Love your enemy, when it's convenient, I guess is what the poem is revealing about his view on Christianity.
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    It's a poem (I believe) highlighting the hypocrisy of ''Christianity.'' ''Love your enemy,'' yet the 'Christian' shoots the squirrel. So, the squirrel must not have been an enemy, it infers. So...the squirrel was...a 'friend?' lol Love your enemy, when it's convenient, I guess is what the poem is revealing about his view on Christianity.
    I would agree that this poem points out that squirrels are of dubious nature, not at all adverse to killing and eating their own kind, and then leaves it for the reader to question how this differs from the espoused virtues of Christianity.
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    The totality of the poem, to me…is that the squirrel is just ‘being a squirrel,’ doing as squirrels do. But, the ‘Christian’…shoots the squirrel…because the squirrel is a pest in his eyes. So…the poet is sarcastically and subtly getting the point across that the ‘Christian’ will often say ‘love your enemy,’ but he doesn’t really mean it. I think it’s an extraordinarily clever poem.

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    It's a poem (I believe) highlighting the hypocrisy of ''Christianity.'' ''Love your enemy,'' yet the 'Christian' shoots the squirrel. So, the squirrel must not have been an enemy, it infers. So...the squirrel was...a 'friend?' lol Love your enemy, when it's convenient, I guess is what the poem is revealing about his view on Christianity.
    I thought that might have been the reason Beer chose the poem. I am a Christian and get involved with killing thousands of animals every day. Animal welfare and humane killing methods are an important parts to consider.
    None of those animals are our enemies either. The keeper has to do his job and so do we.
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    The totality of the poem, to me…is that the squirrel is just ‘being a squirrel,’ doing as squirrels do. But, the ‘Christian’…shoots the squirrel…because the squirrel is a pest in his eyes. So…the poet is sarcastically and subtly getting the point across that the ‘Christian’ will often say ‘love your enemy,’ but he doesn’t really mean it. I think it’s an extraordinarily clever poem.
    The story that has always remained with me was the legend that during the "Maori wars" when the Europeans came to colonize NZ and bring Christianity to the the Maori, during one of these battles a Maori (woman?) fetched water for the injured dying enemy soldiers and gave them water to drink.
    Battle of Gate P

    Was it Heni Te Kiri Karamu (Jane Foley)?

    Thirty-four years after the battle Heni Te Kiri Karamu (1840-1933) (also known as Heni Pore, Jane Russell and Jane Foley) claimed that it was she who gave Booth water. Heni Te Kiri Karamu declared that, being part-European, she was not under the tapu that forbade Māori women to fight in battle and therefore was allowed to stay and fight beside her foster brother Neri at the Battle of Gate Pā. In February 1898 a Bay of Plenty Times article included a personal letter to her (dated 3 December 1897) by New Zealand Wars veteran Captain Gilbert Mair (1843-1923) supporting her claim: ‘When I first visited the Bay of Plenty shortly after the engagement, I heard from all sides that it was you who had given poor Colonel Booth and other dying soldiers water. Both Colonel St. John and Dr. Manley mentioned your name, and later on while at Maketu; Dr. Nesbitt, who was then R.M., gave me fuller details... Colonel Booth told him just before his death how he had been succoured most tenderly by a woman during that dreadful night’ (Mair, as cited in Bay of Plenty Times, 1898, p.3). Curiously, nowhere in Mair’s definitive work on the Battle of Gate Pā (first published in 1926) does he mention Te Kiri Karamu’s story. In the Bay of Plenty Times on 22 April 1898 the following note from the editor appeared; ‘We have had conversation with two natives wounded at the Gate Pā fight, Renata and Hone Taharangi, of the Ngaeterangi tribe, and both distinctly and emphatically deny that even one woman was present’ (p. 2). There is a brass plaque to Heni Te Kiri Karamu and a stained glass window at the Memorial Church of St George in Gate Pā
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    It's a poem (I believe) highlighting the hypocrisy of ''Christianity.'' ''Love your enemy,'' yet the 'Christian' shoots the squirrel. So, the squirrel must not have been an enemy, it infers. So...the squirrel was...a 'friend?' lol Love your enemy, when it's convenient, I guess is what the poem is revealing about his view on Christianity.
    I thought that might have been the reason Beer chose the poem. I am a Christian and get involved with killing thousands of animals every day. Animal welfare and humane killing methods are an important parts to consider.
    None of those animals are our enemies either. The keeper has to do his job and so do we.
    haha, I hadn't thought of that....perhaps. But, the poem has greater significance than the Christian killing the squirrel. My opinion. I think it is more of what the squirrel represents. You kill thousands of animals, daily? Why?
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    It's a poem (I believe) highlighting the hypocrisy of ''Christianity.'' ''Love your enemy,'' yet the 'Christian' shoots the squirrel. So, the squirrel must not have been an enemy, it infers. So...the squirrel was...a 'friend?' lol Love your enemy, when it's convenient, I guess is what the poem is revealing about his view on Christianity.
    I thought that might have been the reason Beer chose the poem. I am a Christian and get involved with killing thousands of animals every day. Animal welfare and humane killing methods are an important parts to consider.
    None of those animals are our enemies either. The keeper has to do his job and so do we.
    haha, I hadn't thought of that....perhaps. But, the poem has greater significance than the Christian killing the squirrel. My opinion. I think it is more of what the squirrel represents. You kill thousands of animals, daily? Why?
    In my case "meat". Humans want to eat meat that has been healthy, hygienically and humanely slaughtered.
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    It's a poem (I believe) highlighting the hypocrisy of ''Christianity.'' ''Love your enemy,'' yet the 'Christian' shoots the squirrel. So, the squirrel must not have been an enemy, it infers. So...the squirrel was...a 'friend?' lol Love your enemy, when it's convenient, I guess is what the poem is revealing about his view on Christianity.
    I thought that might have been the reason Beer chose the poem. I am a Christian and get involved with killing thousands of animals every day. Animal welfare and humane killing methods are an important parts to consider.
    None of those animals are our enemies either. The keeper has to do his job and so do we.
    haha, I hadn't thought of that....perhaps. But, the poem has greater significance than the Christian killing the squirrel. My opinion. I think it is more of what the squirrel represents. You kill thousands of animals, daily? Why?
    In my case "meat". Humans want to eat meat that has been healthy, hygienically and humanely slaughtered.
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    Ah, I see. It has to be difficult at times, your role.
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    Poem about civil rights, I think Naomi’s work is exceptional. Enjoy.
    MIDWAY, by Naomi Long Madgett
    I've come this far to freedom and I won't turn back
    I'm climbing to the highway from my old dirt track
    I'm coming and I'm going
    And I'm stretching and I'm growing
    And I'll reap what I've been sowing or my skin's not black

    I've prayed and slaved and waited and I've sung my song
    You've bled me and you've starved me but I've still grown strong
    You've lashed me and you've treed me
    And you've everything but freed me
    But in time you'll know you need me and it won't be long.

    I've seen the daylight breaking high above the bough
    I've found my destination and I've made my vow;
    so whether you abhor me
    Or deride me or ignore me
    Mighty mountains loom before me and I won't stop now.


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    It's a poem (I believe) highlighting the hypocrisy of ''Christianity.'' ''Love your enemy,'' yet the 'Christian' shoots the squirrel. So, the squirrel must not have been an enemy, it infers. So...the squirrel was...a 'friend?' lol Love your enemy, when it's convenient, I guess is what the poem is revealing about his view on Christianity.
    I thought that might have been the reason Beer chose the poem. I am a Christian and get involved with killing thousands of animals every day. Animal welfare and humane killing methods are an important parts to consider.
    None of those animals are our enemies either. The keeper has to do his job and so do we.
    haha, I hadn't thought of that....perhaps. But, the poem has greater significance than the Christian killing the squirrel. My opinion. I think it is more of what the squirrel represents. You kill thousands of animals, daily? Why?
    In my case "meat". Humans want to eat meat that has been healthy, hygienically and humanely slaughtered.
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    Ah, I see. It has to be difficult at times, your role.
    I am very sentimental in nature, and I can't read that story about Gate Pa and not have a tear in my eye.
    And then I think of the animals - they have to have fresh drinking water available too.
    One of the first things I did was to study the animals for any signs to tell me if they knew what was about to happen to them. But there was nothing (sheep and cattle) but with pigs they tell me it's different.
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    Sorry for the format...It doesn't appear that way, until I post it. :/
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    If Colyer can do it than anybody can write a country song lyric. Takes only a few minutes.

    This morning I found my furniture
    Outside on the lawn
    I guess it means my baby
    More than likely wants me gone
    Should have stayed home last night
    Instead of getting stewed
    Seems no one wants a cowboy
    Who walks home in the nude

    I wish I could remember what I did
    The day was such a blur
    Beers and whiskies did the trick
    Plus seven hours with her
    I ask myself if it was worth
    My pants, my shirt , my shoes
    My money and the rent cheque
    It's enough to sing the blues

    Chorus:
    So I really must know
    Do I get another chance?
    I really get the feeling
    That we have a true romance
    Not that I deserve it
    Yet you know one thing is true
    There ain't no better lovin
    Than what I can give to you

    So now I come a knockin' on
    Your bedroom's pane of glass
    Despite the fact I'm holding a
    Pizza box against my ass
    I see your night light all aglow
    You're watching your TV
    You see my sheepish grin and laugh
    Because you threw away the key

    Please forgive me darling since
    You are my one and only
    So take me back before you get
    All sad, depressed and lonely
    The truth is that you want me still
    I am your lover boy
    No woman ever throws away
    Her very favorite toy

    Repeat:
    So I really must know
    Do I get another chance?
    I really get the feeling
    That we have a true romance
    Not that I deserve it
    Yet you know one thing is true
    There ain't no better lovin
    Than what I can give to you

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    After such years of dissention and strife,
    Some wonder that Peter should weep for his wife
    But his tears on her grave are nothing surprising
    He's laying her dust, for fear of it rising.

    Thomas Hood
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    I rarely get "pissed"and if I do..,run for the hills....as in TEMPER!
    I was ginger born
    'Cause I was ginger bred
    I'll always be ginger
    Because of my head.


    (not my poem)
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    Another quipy classic from my father, the grand patriarch ...

    My Job

    It's not my job to run the train
    The whistle I cannot blow;

    It's not for me to say how far
    The train's allowed to go.

    I'm not allowed to blow off steam
    Nor even clang the bell,

    But let the damn thing jump the track
    And see who catches hell!
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    Dulce Et Decorum Est

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    Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
    Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.
    Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling,
    ∙∙∙

    PS — Five-Nines were the German 5.9-inch shells used to shoot gas at the enemy in WWI.
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    PS — Five-Nines were the German 5.9-inch shells used to shoot gas at the enemy in WWI.
    Yes.
    In an earlier draft he even has the noise of them landing.
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    Here's to you wegs: To the tune of Love and Marriage

    wegs and fairies, wegs and fairies
    Go together like two caged canaries
    If this, is not obsession
    Then it's borderline depression

    wegs and fairies, wegs and fairies
    Winged pixies that the wind just carries
    With wands, dispensing magic
    Don't swat that itch, it could be tragic

    Fly, fly, fly away to Neverland
    It's your destination
    Say hi, hi, hi to little Tinkerbell
    It's sweet, imagination

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    All the way from the star Antares
    And if, they're wearing green skirts
    Then one might be,
    She might just be,
    She might just be
    Julia Roberts.
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    Another often- recited poem by my philosophical patriarch. I particularly enjoy the vivid imagery. There are a number of variations of this poem on the Internet. Although they have the same aabb rhyme pattern, the number of lines in each stanza varies, and some have couplets missing or added (who knows?). Wikipedia attributes it to the 19th Century American poet Retta Brown, apparently the niece of a reformed alcoholic named Tom Gray.

    Tom Gray's Dream
    (or The Hell-Bound Train)

    Tom Gray lay down on the barroom floor,
    Having drunk so much he could drink no more.
    So he fell asleep with a troubled brain,
    To dream that he rode on a hell-bound train.

    The engine with blood was red and damp,
    And brilliantly lit by a brimstone lamp;
    An imp, for fuel, was shoveling bones,
    While the furnace rang with a thousand groans.
    The boiler was filled with lager beer;
    And the Devil himself was the engineer.

    The passengers made such a motley crew —
    Church member, atheist, Gentile, and Jew.
    Rich men in broadcloth and beggars in rags,
    Handsome young ladies and withered old hags,
    Yellow and black men, red, brown, and white,
    All chained together — a horrible sight!

    The train rushed on at a fearful pace
    And sulfur fumes burned hands and face;
    Wilder and wilder the country grew
    Faster and faster the engine flew.
    Loud and terrible thunder crashed,
    Whiter, brighter lightning flashed;
    Hotter still the air became
    Till clothes were burned from each shrieking frame.

    Then in the distance there rose such a yell,
    "Ha! Ha!" croaked the Devil, "we're nearing hell."
    Then oh, how the passengers shrieked with pain,
    And begged of the Devil to stop the train!
    But he capered about and sang with glee,
    And laughed and joked at their agony.

    "Faithful friends, you have done my work,
    And the Devil can never a payday shirk.
    You have bullied the weak, you have robbed the poor,
    And a starving brother turned from your door;
    You have laid up gold where the canker rusts,
    And given free vent to your fleshly lusts;

    You have justice scorned and corruption sown,
    And trampled the laws of nature down;
    You have drunk and rioted, murdered and lied,
    And mocked at God in your hell-born pride.
    You have paid full fare, so I'll carry you through,
    For it's only right you should get your due.

    Why, the laborer always expects his hire;
    So I'll land you safe in the lake of fire.
    Where your flesh shall roast in the flames that roar,
    And my imps torment you more and more."

    Then Tom awoke with an agonized cry,
    His clothes soaked with sweat, his hair standing high;
    And he prayed as he never had prayed before
    To be saved from drink and the Devil's power;
    And his prayers and his cries were not in vain,
    For he never more rode on the hell-bound train
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    Aw! What a delightfully funny fairy poem! Merci!
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    Here's to you wegs: To the tune of Love and Marriagewegs and fairies, wegs and fairiesGo together like two caged canariesIf this, is not obsessionThen it's borderline depressionwegs and fairies, wegs and fairiesWinged pixies that the wind just carriesWith wands, dispensing magicDon't swat that itch, it could be tragicFly, fly, fly away to NeverlandIt's your destinationSay hi, hi, hi to little TinkerbellIt's sweet, imaginationwegs and fairies, wegs and fairiesAll the way from the star AntaresAnd if, they're wearing green skirtsThen one might be,She might just be, She might just be Julia Roberts.
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    ON A DOCTOR NAMED ISSAC LETSOME


    When people's ills, they come to I;
    I physics, bleeds and sweats 'em.
    Sometimes they live, sometimes they die;
    What's that to I? I. Letsome
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    Stranger, approach this place with gravity:
    John Brown is filling is last cavity.
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    A Fairy Song

    Over hill, over dale,
    Thorough bush, thorough brier,
    Over park, over pale,
    Thorough flood, thorough fire!
    I do wander everywhere,
    Swifter than the moon's sphere;
    And I serve the Fairy Queen,
    To dew her orbs upon the green;
    The cowslips tall her pensioners be;
    In their gold coats spots you see;
    Those be rubies, fairy favours;
    In those freckles live their savours;
    I must go seek some dewdrops here,
    And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.


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    A thieving locksmith died of late
    And soon arrived at heaven's gate.
    He stood outside and would not knock
    Because he meant to pick the lock.
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    The optimist fell ten stories;
    At each window bar
    He shouted to his friends:
    "All right so far."
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    I meant to do my work today--
    But a brown bird sang in the apple tree,
    Ad a butterfly flitted across the field,
    And all the leaves were calling me.

    And the wind went sighing over the land
    Tossing the grasses to and fro,
    And a rainbow held out its shining hand--
    So what could I do but laugh and go?

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    I meant to do my work today--
    But a brown bird sang in the apple tree,
    Ad a butterfly flitted across the field,
    And all the leaves were calling me.

    And the wind went sighing over the land
    Tossing the grasses to and fro,
    And a rainbow held out its shining hand--
    So what could I do but laugh and go?

    Richard LeGallienne
    I meant to do my work today--
    But babe babe sang in the apple tree,
    And a butterfly flitted across the field,
    And all the leaves were calling me.

    And the wind went sighing over the land
    Tossing the grasses to and fro,
    And a rainbow held out its shining hand--
    So what could I do but laugh and go?

    Only 30 minutes till 2014!
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    Quote Originally Posted by Robittybob1 View Post
    Quote Originally Posted by babe View Post
    I meant to do my work today--
    But a brown bird sang in the apple tree,
    Ad a butterfly flitted across the field,
    And all the leaves were calling me.

    And the wind went sighing over the land
    Tossing the grasses to and fro,
    And a rainbow held out its shining hand--
    So what could I do but laugh and go?

    Richard LeGallienne
    I meant to do my work today--
    But babe babe sang in the apple tree,
    And a butterfly flitted across the field,
    And all the leaves were calling me.

    And the wind went sighing over the land
    Tossing the grasses to and fro,
    And a rainbow held out its shining hand--
    So what could I do but laugh and go?

    Only 30 minutes till 2014!
    Only another 22 hours!! *S*
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