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5480. PelleNilsson - 7/18/2005 3:36:33 PM That's very good, Macnas, very good indeed. 5481. Ulgine Barrows - 8/5/2005 9:43:33 PM That's murderous, not angst, IMO, Macnas.
I should like to be a bride
whose husband died
and left her money
to have the beautiful children
raised in honey
5482. alistairConnor - 8/5/2005 9:46:15 PM now THAT is murderous...
you killed the father of those beautiful children 5483. Ulgine Barrows - 8/5/2005 9:58:40 PM traffic incidents
have nothing to do with
spraying lotion
that glistens the body
5484. Ulgine Barrows - 8/6/2005 2:33:34 AM I hope to find a way with you
And sometimes spend a day with you
I'll catch you as you fly
Or if I'm worth a mother's salt
I'll wave as you go by
-Joan Baez
My son is getting so big, physically and mentally. Awesome! 5485. Macnas - 8/8/2005 11:45:04 AM Disconnect, part 1.
Dragging the brush
Through the tangle
I concentrate but you
Wince and roll your eyes
Looking into those skyward eyes
Green like mine
But big and wide
And young, but not a little child
I get self-conscious all of a sudden
You’re all but tapping your foot
So I hand you the brush
And I say to you:
You can do this yourself
You’re well able now
“I know”, you say
And that’s all.
5486. Magoseph - 8/8/2005 1:37:32 PM And that's great, Mac. 5487. Ulgine Barrows - 8/9/2005 2:13:30 AM Mocassins, part here
floating, flying above the pit
the swirling sewer currents
bother not the feathers
of the lucky birds
secure in their roosts 5488. Ulgine Barrows - 8/9/2005 2:23:32 AM that was to say, I liked it too! 5489. alistairconnor - 8/9/2005 9:44:21 AM and that's very powerful, Gine. 5490. Ulgine Barrows - 8/9/2005 9:52:18 AM So is this:
my hand fell of me knee
my jaw dropped
o honey, I shook my head
your ex-wife's dead
and now I can have thee 5491. NuPlanetOne - 8/11/2005 9:12:33 PM Very nice Macnas...please do some more. Ulgine...your wit is delicious. You need to write a whole poem, and not just to amuse us. You are a natural. 5492. NuPlanetOne - 8/11/2005 9:12:56 PM /
Back Then
I remember how far out the sky
Stretched, back then, at dusk
The marvelous colors and trailing
Plumes of the day
I would sit and rubber-neck twisting
Slowly to take it all in
I had the time then and could believe
Somewhat, in answers from above
Boy! I felt that sudden rising tingle
Thinking about the future
That the long wispy and pastel sunset
Promised an everlasting tomorrow
Not so much looking for help or answers
But a heart racing, pulsing with questions!
And I had the time then to trust it
To contemplate a risk or impulsive moment
I would sit and reach across the strands of plume
And watch it glow through my fingers
I saw that in the montage sunset
Back then, I held it tight in my hand.
5493. Ulgine Barrows - 8/13/2005 7:21:55 AM NuPlanetOne - heh. I'm glad you're amused.
I've just this week found out what Shakespeare's wonderful blank verse is: non-rhyming iambic pentameter
non-rhyming - ends of the bits don't rhyme
iamb - soft then loud, on the spoken word
pentameter - 5 iambs because penta means 5, like pentagon has 5 points
And the classic example is
A horse, a horse, my kingdom for a horse
I've read your 5472 Dread poem,
Rome is burning
50x
and can't
figure out why you
ended it with dead instead of dread.
Nothing rhymes with raillery 5494. Ulgine Barrows - 8/13/2005 7:22:18 AM No can do 5495. Ulgine Barrows - 8/13/2005 9:49:22 AM I wish I'd written this.
Sorry if it's a repeat.
I wish I'd written this. 5496. Ulgine Barrows - 8/13/2005 9:50:08 AM GARBAGE LYRICS
"The Trick Is To Keep Breathing"
She's not the kind of girl
Who likes to tell the world
About the way she feels about herself
She takes a little time in making up her mind
She doesn't want to fight against the tide
And lately I'm not the only one
I say never trust anyone
Always the one who has to drag her down
Maybe you'll get what you want this time around
Can't bear to face the truth
So sick he cannot move
And when it hurts he takes it out on you
And lately I'm not the only one
I say never trust anyone
Always the one who has to drag her down
Maybe you'll get what you want this time around
The trick is to keep breathing
The trick is to keep breathing
She knows the human heart
And how to read the stars
Now everything's about to fall apart
I won't be the one who's going to let you down
Maybe you'll get what you want this time around
I won't be the one who's going to let you down
Maybe you'll get what you want this time around
The trick is to keep breathing
The trick is to keep breathing
The trick is to keep breathing 5497. NuPlanetOne - 8/15/2005 10:27:05 PM Ulgine, I don’t think dread works in that last stanza. The fiddler is most concerned with his inner demons and voices. That is why I think he chooses to fiddle, as all about him his world crashes in. He knows he could run from it all, again. But he has decided it will only follow him no matter where he goes. His ultimate fear was always his dread of accepting that conclusion. It was not the physical sights and sounds he remembered at the last, just the dread he had of facing his sins and inner conclusions, which he could no longer deny. Anyway, I think that’s what it was about for the most part.
BTW….
Raillery Rhymes.
I fear you are mistaken Ulgine about raillery
Although even searching google and sailory
I could only find the Navy Ship Hailery
And an e-mail company they called Mailery
Or some guy named Mr. Ashton Brailery
And a mountain guy who used the term failery
In not helping his failing Mother from frailery
And it's bad form to use the obvious bailoree
With bailor or jailoree with jailer, you see
But I did find in law for trailer...a traileree
Yet most convincing was the term called tailory
A place where tailors stitch things every dailery
So throw it in the pot at the word pot pailery
Which means they must gut whales at a whalery
And bring all the hay in bales to the balery
And where else to bring snails but the snailery
And for your manicure please go to the nailery
One might go on with this word rhyme for raillery
Until his train of thought has a sudden de-railery
And feel stumped and go pale and look palery
And end up having a stroke or major heart-failery.
My turn to amuse you…….
(…tailory is a listed word in the Scripps National Spelling Bee…I can’t vouch for any of the others though here in N.England the term whalery was common some years ago.)
5498. Ulgine Barrows - 8/19/2005 6:41:06 AM O my, I am so impressed and laughing, NuPlanetOne.
big grin
Thanks.
O, my.
I die. 5499. Ulgine Barrows - 8/19/2005 6:43:02 AM My husband just reminded me that ogden nash wrote the shortest poem:
adam
had 'em
it's a tie!
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