THE WEEKLY WALKABOUT, E.G.
walkaboutsverse
to Aborigines, hence I post this poem...
Poem 76 of 230: LAND RIGHTS
If there is a good thing
From the Second World War
It's that most peoples learnt
To conquer lands no more.
In Africa, Asia,
And the Pacific, too:
Post-war independence -
Steps only bigots rue.
But for some indigenes,
Outnumbered much-too-much,
It has all come too late
For liberty, as such.
So 'tis in Australia,
And America's sites,
Where the best now, I think,
Is to respect land rights.
(C) David Franks 2003
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Jack Campin - bogus address
> Last week, the new PM of Australia, Kevin Rudd, made a formal apolgy
> to Aborigines, hence I post this poem...
Fuck off and die, cunt.
==== j a c k at c a m p i n . m e . u k === <http://www.campin.me.uk> ====
Jack Campin, 11 Third St, Newtongrange EH22 4PU, Scotland == mob 07800 739 557
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walkaboutsverse
I made this journey 20 years ago...
Poem 10 of 230, walkaboutsverse.741.com: LAND'S END TO JOHN O' GROATS
At the bold age of twenty-one
(Via Hong Kong, China, Macau)
I flew from Sydney to London -
Land's End to John o' Groats my vow.
I took a train out of London,
Found a highway and thumbed a ride;
I headed down toward Brighton,
Then hitch-hiked roads the coast beside.
On the face of my shoulder bag,
A sketched map of Aus. was my tag;
For said a Scot who'd hitched Europe:
"Some emblem may well boost your hope."
And drivers throughout the island,
Over a two month riding span,
Were the kindest folks I have met -
I swear not once did I get wet!
I stopped overnight in Portsmouth,
And one or two nights in Torquay;
Then headed along to Plymouth -
Still travelling beside the sea.
After viewing rugged Land's End,
I began the long journey north -
North-east, rather, before a bend,
Somewhere in a bit from Bournemouth.
On the way, I saw relatives,
Whom after leaving I did miss -
Their homes' cosy atmosphere,
And their local pubs' good cheer.
And the hitched-lifts came from many:
An off-work Bobbie, a truckie,
As well as on-duty soldiers -
Thanks, and I've not said where each was!
I headed west through South Wales,
And viewed Cardiff Arms from afar -
I was hitching with local males,
And they showed me from in the car.
I stayed a while at Swansea -
Saw the local footballers play;
Then hitched north through Llandovery -
Beautiful farmland, I must say.
I slept mostly in B. & B's,
Where the full breakfasts sure did please;
But also stopped in Youth Hostels,
Where it's the comradeship that tells.
My favourite sites were Torquay,
Old St. Andrews (noted shortly)
The road Glasgow-to-Inverness,
The Lakes, plus London's spots, no less.
From Colwyn Bay, I headed east
To Manchester, my place of birth;
Then on the Lakes my eyes did feast,
Before I passed by Solway Firth.
Onto Edinburgh, Glasgow,
St. Andrews, before Inverness;
Then waves from locals were the go -
Warm folks round John o' Groats, I'd guess.
(c) David Franks 2003
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On Feb 19, 10:20 am, Jack Campin - bogus address
<bo...@purr.demon.co.uk> wrote:
walkaboutsverse
At last, the BBC have produced a series, called "White", allowing
English people to openly lament the loss of traditional English
culture and values, due to the mass immigration (and emigration) of
the last 50 years, hence I post this poem...
Poem 213 of 230: MORE AMOR PATRIAE
There is Tai Chi and there is tennis,
Line is fine but so is Morris,
There is curry and there is the roast,
And, when England is playing host,
It is the rest-of-the-world's good wish
To sense culture that is English.
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> Fromhttp://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
>
> On Feb 19, 10:20 am, Jack Campin - bogus address
>
>
>
> <bo...@purr.demon.co.uk> wrote:
> > walkaboutsverse <david1fra...@yahoo.com> wrote:
> > > Last week, the new PM of Australia, Kevin Rudd, made a formal apolgy
> > > to Aborigines, hence I post this poem...
>
> > Fuck off and die, cunt.
>
> > ==== j a c k at c a m p i n . m e . u k === <http://www.campin.me.uk> ====
> > Jack Campin, 11 Third St, Newtongrange EH22 4PU, Scotland == mob 07800 739 557
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A response to the Cheltenham Festival...
Poem 146 of 230: HORSES FOR COURSES?
To some, in income-anticipation,
Horse-balking at gates is a small debase;
To me, it seems a memory/fear case
Over the coming whip-castigation.
To some, the winning jockey's elation
Is the highlight of an ended horserace;
To me, the horse's bulged veins and scared face
Undermine the winners' celebration.
I can't condone a punter's desire
To gamble rather than earn a living,
But can acknowledge a jockey's courage;
I can't see and think as a raced sire,
Nor feel the scrapes hedges are giving,
But find horses choiceless in their bondage.
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On Mar 8, 10:46 am, walkaboutsverse <david1fra...@yahoo.com> wrote:
> THE WEEKLY WALKABOUT, E.G.
>
> At last, the BBC have produced a series, called "White", allowing
> English people to openly lament the loss of traditional English
> culture and values, due to the mass immigration (and emigration) of
> the last 50 years, hence I post this poem...
>
> Poem 213 of 230: MORE AMOR PATRIAE
>
> There is Tai Chi and there is tennis,
> Line is fine but so is Morris,
> There is curry and there is the roast,
> And, when England is playing host,
> It is the rest-of-the-world's good wish
> To sense culture that is English.
>
> From -http://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
> > - Show quoted text -- Hide quoted text -
walkaboutsverse
It's good that possible solutions for global-warming are often
discussed now, but birth-control remains largely taboo; 50 million
people IS too many for the area of land called England, and 6.6
billion IS too many for the area of land called earth...
Poem 102 of 230: CONGESTION
The waxing view;
And the taboo:
Again-and-again for congestion,
Leaders make this sort of suggestion -
Nationalisation,
Remuneration,
Standardisation,
Cooperation,
Integration;
Fine...but (through dread of accusation -
"They don't care about our children" -
And of losing the next election)
Most politicians never mention -
Promote a lower population.
I do care for the lives of children,
And think birth-control mends congestion -
Curb the birth queue
And influx, too.
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On Mar 15, 12:34 pm, walkaboutsverse <david1fra...@yahoo.com> wrote:
> THE WEEKLY WALKABOUT, E.G.
> A response to the Cheltenham Festival...
>
> Poem 146 of 230: HORSES FOR COURSES?
>
> To some, in income-anticipation,
> Horse-balking at gates is a small debase;
> To me, it seems a memory/fear case
> Over the coming whip-castigation.
> To some, the winning jockey's elation
> Is the highlight of an ended horserace;
> To me, the horse's bulged veins and scared face
> Undermine the winners' celebration.
> I can't condone a punter's desire
> To gamble rather than earn a living,
> But can acknowledge a jockey's courage;
> I can't see and think as a raced sire,
> Nor feel the scrapes hedges are giving,
> But find horses choiceless in their bondage.
>
> Fromhttp://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
walkaboutsverse
A tad early this time as it's the 41st gathering this coming
weekend...
Poem 193 of 230, walkaboutsverse.741.com: THE 35TH MORPETH
NORTHUMBRIAN GATHERING - SPRING 2002
Toward Morpeth's Gathering,
Either side of Great North Road,
Daffodils gleefully showed
Their stalk-dressing flowering.
And then, at the Gathering,
Another great flowering
Of English heritage, showed
Through competitions that glowed
With competent folk-singing,
Storytelling, bag-piping -
The small-pipes rapidly rode
By hands, in staccato mode -
Clogdancing and stick-dressing:
Things that are worth addressing.
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On Mar 22, 11:04 am, walkaboutsverse <david1fra...@yahoo.com> wrote:
> THE WEEKLY WALKABOUT, E.G.
>
> It's good that possible solutions for global-warming are often
> discussed now, but birth-control remains largely taboo; 50 million
> people IS too many for the area of land called England, and 6.6
> billion IS too many for the area of land called earth...
>
> Poem 102 of 230: CONGESTION
>
> The waxing view;
> And the taboo:
>
> Again-and-again for congestion,
> Leaders make this sort of suggestion -
>
> Nationalisation,
> Remuneration,
> Standardisation,
> Cooperation,
> Integration;
>
> Fine...but (through dread of accusation -
> "They don't care about our children" -
> And of losing the next election)
> Most politicians never mention -
> Promote a lower population.
>
> I do care for the lives of children,
> And think birth-control mends congestion -
>
> Curb the birth queue
> And influx, too.
>
> Fromhttp://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
walkaboutsverse
walkaboutsverse
After you've finished here, you may like to hear this poem sung on
myspace.
Poem 162 of 230: TEES TO TYNE: FIRST IMPRESSIONS - SUMMER 2001
Where traditions are not so rare;
Sea, country and works scent the air;
A multitude of monuments,
Planted tubs and patterned pavements.
The longish pedestrian malls;
The remnants of defensive walls;
"Broken-roofed buildings" are a gauge
Of the respect for heritage.
Wheat, rape and pines in the fields;
Estuaries guarded by shields;
Long sandy beaches and wide scenes;
Romantic-ruin go-betweens.
Rivers in parts licked by trees,
Or fringed by boat clubs, wharfs, gantries,
And crossed by practical delights -
Varied spans, forming pleasing sights.
Fine churches headed at Durham;
Football kits ad infinitum;
Kept castles - one for study;
Masonry behind masonry.
And, with moulding-works out that way,
It's somewhere for a longer stay..?
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walkaboutsverse
Poem 23 of 230: ABOVE EVEREST
When flying from Nepal to Thailand,
I was given a "good-side" seat;
And, as I looked out the plane window,
The view I saw was really neat.
For breaking through a thick sheet of cloud
Were the high Himalayan peaks;
And, rising the highest of them all,
Mount Everest - heaven bespeaks!
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On Apr 5, 11:08 am, walkaboutsverse <david1fra...@yahoo.com> wrote:
> THE WEEKLY WALKABOUT, E.G.
>
> Fromhttp://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
walkaboutsverse
(They say most attempts at commedy are aimed at someone - here I aim
squarely at myself.)
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.
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.
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.
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On Apr 12, 11:06 am, walkaboutsverse <david1fra...@yahoo.com> wrote:
> THE WEEKLY WALKABOUT, E.G.
>
> Poem 23 of 230: ABOVE EVEREST
>
> When flying from Nepal to Thailand,
> I was given a "good-side" seat;
> And, as I looked out the plane window,
> The view I saw was really neat.
>
> For breaking through a thick sheet of cloud
> Were the high Himalayan peaks;
> And, rising the highest of them all,
> Mount Everest - heaven bespeaks!
>
> Fromhttp://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
walkaboutsverse
(About 20 years ago, I was passing through Checkpoint Charlie.)
Poem 17 of 230: THROUGH WHAT WAS
During Europe’s summer, ‘88,
At a wall my bag was checked:
A brief smile at what gave it weight;
Sun-cream lid back - mood unwrecked.
I walked past plain buildings and cars,
And entered a small food-store.
Its goods were plain, also: no sweet bars;
The essentials - not much more.
As I bought crispbread, with money changed,
A row began, at counter,
Between two, it seemed, Germans estranged -
Clothes, to me, the sole pointer.
I headed back through the wall that was,
Then signed a reunion book.
Reflecting, I’m happy/sad because
The Left-cause, too, has been shook.
(C) David Franks 2003
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On Apr 19, 11:09 am, walkaboutsverse <david1fra...@yahoo.com> wrote:
> THE WEEKLY WALKABOUT, E.G.
>
> Fromhttp://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
> ...
>
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walkaboutsverse
With local elections just held here in England, my outlook remains
much the same...
Poem 135 of 230: ON THE 2001 ELECTION
Morally Tory;
Economically
Old Labour:
Cold waiver.
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On Apr 26, 4:15 pm, walkaboutsverse <david1fra...@yahoo.com> wrote:
> THE WEEKLY WALKABOUT, E.G.
>
> (About 20 years ago, I was passing through Checkpoint Charlie.)
>
> Poem 17 of 230: THROUGH WHAT WAS
>
> During Europe’s summer, ‘88,
> At a wall my bag was checked:
> A brief smile at what gave it weight;
> Sun-cream lid back - mood unwrecked.
> I walked past plain buildings and cars,
> And entered a small food-store.
> Its goods were plain, also: no sweet bars;
> The essentials - not much more.
> As I bought crispbread, with money changed,
> A row began, at counter,
> Between two, it seemed, Germans estranged -
> Clothes, to me, the sole pointer.
> I headed back through the wall that was,
> Then signed a reunion book.
> Reflecting, I’m happy/sad because
> The Left-cause, too, has been shook.
>
> (C) David Franks 2003
>
> Fromhttp://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
walkaboutsverse
With talk about the unbeatable "big four" in our news, it's worth
remembering that, not so long ago, club football in England was mostly-
locals in MEANIGFUL competition...
Poem 98 of 230: REREGULATE
One Premier world-eleven v.
Another such company,
Or wage-caps and say half each-club’s squad
From the local-junior pod?
And, perhaps, heed the cricket-fan's call
To convert to county-football..?
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On May 3, 9:26 am, walkaboutsverse <david1fra...@yahoo.com> wrote:
> THE WEEKLY WALKABOUT, E.G.
>
> With local elections just held here in England, my outlook remains
> much the same...
>
> Poem 135 of 230: ON THE 2001 ELECTION
>
> Morally Tory;
> Economically
> Old Labour:
> Cold waiver.
>
> Fromhttp://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
walkaboutsverse
(A tad early this time, as I'm off to the Hexham Gathering tomorrow.)
Poem-come-song 111 of 230: 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.
At Didsbury Village,
The Old Parsonage
Looked neat, and gave sound,
As I walked the way,
At about midday,
To a Mersey mound.
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.
I then headed back,
On Stenner Woods’ track
(Hearing more birdsong,
And seeing mossed stumps
Plus well-layered clumps),
To a human throng.
This throng was viewing -
Justly pursuing -
The smart Rock Gardens,
Sloped on Fletcher Moss,
Which I, too, did cross,
Before homeward wends.
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On May 10, 10:15 am, walkaboutsverse <david1fra...@yahoo.com> wrote:
> THE WEEKLY WALKABOUT, E.G.
>
> With talk about the unbeatable "big four" in our news, it's worth
> remembering that, not so long ago, club football in England was mostly-
> locals in MEANIGFUL competition...
>
> Poem 98 of 230: REREGULATE
>
> One Premier world-eleven v.
> Another such company,
> Or wage-caps and say half each-club’s squad
> From the local-junior pod?
> And, perhaps, heed the cricket-fan's call
> To convert to county-football..?
>
> Fromhttp://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
walkaboutsverse
Poem 112 of 230: FROM AN ECCLES FLAT - SPRING 2000
The bedroom window’s southerly views
Contained allotters paying their dues -
All kinds of veg. brought to fruition,
And youngsters receiving tuition;
Starlings and sparrows I’d often see -
On a roof or a nearby tree;
And, in a distant poplar perched high,
The large twiggy nest of a magpie;
In spring, daisies would yellow the floor -
Matched by Forsythias, grown next door;
Behind terraces, a moony crest -
The Dome of the new Trafford complex;
And the moon itself, in the right spot,
Would light the night’s clouds up quite a lot.
The kitchen window’s northerly views
Included an agent selling news;
A butcher struggling with position -
Much sunlight aimed at his nutrition;
And a popular English chippie -
Mashed peas and red sauce on top, for me;
White gulls dotting a sombre grey sky,
Plus light- and large-aircraft flying by;
Walkers and traffic would make a roar -
At peak travel hours all the more;
Handsomely-set skies toward the west
As the day’s sun took its nightly rest;
And a bucket-pond and ivy plot,
That, on a shoestring, I loved a lot.
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walkaboutsverse
Poem 229 of 230: JOYS OF LIFE
Leightons, and other great art;
Plumes of fireworks at night;
The vivid reds of sunrise -
Repeated at day’s last light.
The beats through us of a drum;
Winter’s sun felt through closed glass;
Handing in the last exam;
Awakenings – alarmless!
The ball off thee whacks their net;
When to palms leather has stuck;
Orange juice during half-time;
A warm bath to wash the muck.
Viewing set-over cricket;
A golf ball, for once, well struck;
Viewing velodrome cycling;
From net-chord, levelling luck!
Sticks, chants, didgeridoo,
Haunting harps, and all bagpipes;
Clog, flamenco, tamure,
Hula, and other dance types.
Out, by a cast, being told;
In - taking tea and T.V.;
Highland views that command rest;
The buildings of Italy.
Thrifty plant-propagation;
By a wave one’s body hit;
Upstream of camp - with paddle;
By a fire - strongly lit.
Forest spent-leaves under foot;
Tasting a host-nation’s fare;
Alcedo atthis at work;
Just bills being brought to bear.
Allegros when feeling low;
An andante to wind down;
Spoken French and chorused song;
The quiet when out of town.
A stroll through a kept garden,
Before Sunday’s roast dinner;
A pub game, drink and meal;
One’s team a comeback winner.
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n May 31, 11:02 am, walkaboutsverse <david1fra...@yahoo.com> wrote:
> THE WEEKLY WALKABOUT, E.G.
>
> Fromhttp://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
walkaboutsverse
Poem 204 of 230: ON FISHING REGULATION
It’s not just what’s taken
That needs regulation:
Alive, caught fish suffer -
Sometimes, right till supper;
And, when some fish are farmed,
Homing instincts are harmed.
But to most it’s insane
To fret over such pain -
Though as much to a dog
Would leave many agog.
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On Jun 7, 10:13 am, walkaboutsverse <david1fra...@yahoo.com> wrote:
> THE WEEKLY WALKABOUT, E.G.
>
> Fromhttp://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
walkaboutsverse
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."
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On Jun 14, 9:16 am, walkaboutsverse <david1fra...@yahoo.com> wrote:
> THE WEEKLY WALKABOUT, E.G.
>
> Poem 204 of 230: ON FISHING REGULATION
>
> It’s not just what’s taken
> That needs regulation:
> Alive, caught fish suffer -
> Sometimes, right till supper;
> And, when some fish are farmed,
> Homing instincts are harmed.
> But to most it’s insane
> To fret over such pain -
> Though as much to a dog
> Would leave many agog.
>
> Fromhttp://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
walkaboutsverse
(A tad early this week, as I'm off to the Durham Traditional Music
Festival tomorrow)
Poem 136 of 230: LANCASHIRE SUNG SIMPLY
Lancashire:
Cut by rivers, met by sea;
Patched by farmland,
Mills and other industry.
Lancashire:
With your Pennine boundary;
Steeped in hist'ry,
Through your buildings, there to see.
Lancashire:
Where, through Graces, moorlands be;
Wooded parklands,
Flowered gardens - kept neatly.
Lancashire:
Red Rose County, God's blessed thee.
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On Jun 21, 9:03 am, walkaboutsverse <david1fra...@yahoo.com> wrote:
> 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."
>
> Fromhttp://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
walkaboutsverse
http://www.myspace.com/walkaboutsverse
On Jun 27, 6:32 pm, walkaboutsverse <david1fra...@yahoo.com> wrote:
> THE WEEKLY WALKABOUT, E.G.
> (A tad early this week, as I'm off to the Durham Traditional Music
> Festival tomorrow)
>
> Poem 136 of 230: LANCASHIRE SUNG SIMPLY
>
> Lancashire:
> Cut by rivers, met by sea;
> Patched by farmland,
> Mills and other industry.
>
> Lancashire:
> With your Pennine boundary;
> Steeped in hist'ry,
> Through your buildings, there to see.
>
> Lancashire:
> Where, through Graces, moorlands be;
> Wooded parklands,
> Flowered gardens - kept neatly.
>
> Lancashire:
> Red Rose County, God's blessed thee.
>
> Fromhttp://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
walkaboutsverse
Poem 118 of 230: WHALLEY ABBEY...WHAT TALES? - AUTUMN 2000
Cistercian monks have clearly been -
Their Abbey’s ruins can still be seen;
And, sounding for centuries before,
Calder flows have passed - seeking the shore.
Lords of the grounds have, more lately, stayed -
Their manor houses reused and unscathed.
Through beautiful gardens insects fly -
The ruins of folk just a pass-by;
And, by viaduct, trains pass above -
Folk thereby viewing a town I love.
Anglers and C. of E. delegates,
Hikers and tourists, have crossed the gates...
Opportunistic masons, kings-men,
Model makers, Turner, and men who pen...
Perhaps the witches came down from the hill,
And do ghosts haunt - still questing their fill..?
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On Jul 2, 9:24 am, walkaboutsverse <david1fra...@yahoo.com> wrote:
> Footnote - I've just posted a recording of "Lancashire Sung Simply" onhttp://www.myspace.com/walkaboutsverse
walkaboutsverse
(Tad early this week, as I'll be at the Rothbury Traditional Music
Festival tomorrow.)
Poem 16 of 230: A BEAUTIFUL STAGE
If a couple, with plans to wed,
Asked me, off the top of my head,
For somewhere I thought well in tune
As a place for a honeymoon,
It would have - flashing back - to be
Beautifully-honed Italy.
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On Jul 5, 10:53 am, walkaboutsverse <david1fra...@yahoo.com> wrote:
> THE WEEKLY WALKABOUT, E.G.
>
> Poem 118 of 230: WHALLEY ABBEY...WHAT TALES? - AUTUMN 2000
>
> Cistercian monks have clearly been -
> Their Abbey’s ruins can still be seen;
> And, sounding for centuries before,
> Calder flows have passed - seeking the shore.
> Lords of the grounds have, more lately, stayed -
> Their manor houses reused and unscathed.
> Through beautiful gardens insects fly -
> The ruins of folk just a pass-by;
> And, by viaduct, trains pass above -
> Folk thereby viewing a town I love.
> Anglers and C. of E. delegates,
> Hikers and tourists, have crossed the gates...
> Opportunistic masons, kings-men,
> Model makers, Turner, and men who pen...
> Perhaps the witches came down from the hill,
> And do ghosts haunt - still questing their fill..?
>
> Fromhttp://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
walkaboutsverse
The Open is on at Birkdale, hence...
Poem 221 of 230: MAJORS
If golf taps the world for its players
(And few would deny that so),
Why, then, are three of four majors
A United States Tour show?
From http://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
On Jul 11, 3:34 pm, walkaboutsverse <david1fra...@yahoo.com> wrote:
> THE WEEKLY WALKABOUT, E.G.
> (Tad early this week, as I'll be at the Rothbury Traditional Music
> Festival tomorrow.)
>
> Poem 16 of 230: A BEAUTIFUL STAGE
>
> If a couple, with plans to wed,
> Asked me, off the top of my head,
> For somewhere I thought well in tune
> As a place for a honeymoon,
> It would have - flashing back - to be
> Beautifully-honed Italy.
>
> Fromhttp://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
walkaboutsverse
THE WEEKLY WALKABOUT, E.G...
Poem 48 of 230: THE PROMS
We walked through Kensington Gardens,
Then made a left for Albert Hall.
Promenaders were in their tens,
While others had found their stall,
As we took our pre-booked seats.
The seats were of restricted view -
Three-quarters of the orchestra.
But the music sure bettered par:
The beautiful sounds of Mozart;
The daring drama of Ravel.
And we liked it - me and a belle.
From http://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
On Jul 19, 11:20 am, walkaboutsverse <david1fra...@yahoo.com> wrote:
> THE WEEKLY WALKABOUT, E.G.
> The Open is on at Birkdale, hence...
>
> Poem 221 of 230: MAJORS
>
> If golf taps the world for its players
> (And few would deny that so),
> Why, then, are three of four majors
> A United States Tour show?
>
> Fromhttp://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
walkaboutsverse
(I wrote this just after repatriating 11 years ago.)
Poem 43 of 230: A BAYSWATER BED-SIT
Arrived in London,
At Heathrow Airport -
With sixty kilos
Of luggage I'd brought.
Found a paper, Loot,
And called an agent;
Stored two heavy bags,
Then to him I went.
For one week of rent,
He'd ensure a bed
Within Bayswater -
A bed-sit, he said.
It was eighty pounds
Per week, nothing more,
With a lift arranged
To the building's door.
Knackered and sleepless,
I took the deal;
Checked-in quickly,
Had a rushed meal.
Collected my bags
(Tube there, shared-van back),
Then carried them up
To my top-floor shack.
A penthouse - no need,
It did me just fine;
A cook-top and fridge,
A table to dine.
Seated, I could watch
The clouds roll by -
Often from the west -
Or jets cut the sky.
There were large plane-trees,
A squirrel or two;
And pigeons dropped by -
Foregrounding the view.
Plus, at dawn, the sun
Shined in from the east -
Filling the small room
As on egg I’d feast.
And contemplating,
It occurs to me -
If all lived that well,
How great it would be.
But a lot do sleep
Outdoors many nights -
On sheets of cardboard,
Without basic rights.
From http://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
On Jul 25, 7:07 pm, walkaboutsverse <david1fra...@yahoo.com> wrote:
> A tad early this week as I'm out tomorrow at the Durham Folk Party -
> THE WEEKLY WALKABOUT, E.G...
>
> Poem 48 of 230: THE PROMS
>
> We walked through Kensington Gardens,
> Then made a left for Albert Hall.
> Promenaders were in their tens,
> While others had found their stall,
> As we took our pre-booked seats.
> The seats were of restricted view -
> Three-quarters of the orchestra.
> But the music sure bettered par:
> The beautiful sounds of Mozart;
> The daring drama of Ravel.
> And we liked it - me and a belle.
>
> Fromhttp://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
walkaboutsverse
Poem 105 of 230: GLOBAL REGULATIONISM
No income-scale would be unjust -
It’s a matter of degree;
And, to have less inequality,
Regulations are a must.
For, in Millennium’s status quo,
The pay-gaps for human work,
And what’s gotten simply as a perk,
ARE wrong - inhumanely so.
From http://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
On Jul 25, 7:07 pm, walkaboutsverse <david1fra...@yahoo.com> wrote:
> A tad early this week as I'm out tomorrow at the Durham Folk Party -
> THE WEEKLY WALKABOUT, E.G...
>
> Poem 48 of 230: THE PROMS
>
> We walked through Kensington Gardens,
> Then made a left for Albert Hall.
> Promenaders were in their tens,
> While others had found their stall,
> As we took our pre-booked seats.
> The seats were of restricted view -
> Three-quarters of the orchestra.
> But the music sure bettered par:
> The beautiful sounds of Mozart;
> The daring drama of Ravel.
> And we liked it - me and a belle.
>
> Fromhttp://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
walkaboutsverse
THE WEEKLY WALKABOUT, E.G.
Poem 143 of 230: OLYMPICS OR GLOBALISATION?
Largely, I'd say, an Olympic Games is
One nation's way v. other nations
During fairly-fought sport competitions -
"Citius, altius, fortius."
So if all states become multicultural
Or humans become culturally one -
Through settlement and globalisation -
Holding Olympics would then be null.
From http://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
On Aug 9, 9:43 am, walkaboutsverse <david1fra...@yahoo.com> wrote:
> THE WEEKLY WALKABOUT, E.G.
>
> Poem 105 of 230: GLOBAL REGULATIONISM
>
> No income-scale would be unjust -
> It’s a matter of degree;
> And, to have less inequality,
> Regulations are a must.
>
> For, in Millennium’s status quo,
> The pay-gaps for human work,
> And what’s gotten simply as a perk,
> ARE wrong - inhumanely so.
>
> Fromhttp://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
walkaboutsverse
Poem 36 of 230: WALKABOUT MEXICO
In late December,
1996,
I can remember
Being in a fix -
For time and pesos -
And, thus, unable
To see Mexico’s
Sights commendable.
So, in Tijuana,
I enjoyed the show
At a miniature
Rep. of Mexico.
From http://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
On Aug 15, 9:35 pm, walkaboutsverse <david1fra...@yahoo.com> wrote:
> A tad early, as I'm at the Durham Gathering tomorrow...
>
> THE WEEKLY WALKABOUT, E.G.
>
> Poem 143 of 230: OLYMPICS OR GLOBALISATION?
>
> Largely, I'd say, an Olympic Games is
> One nation's way v. other nations
> During fairly-fought sport competitions -
> "Citius, altius, fortius."
>
> So if all states become multicultural
> Or humans become culturally one -
> Through settlement and globalisation -
> Holding Olympics would then be null.
>
> Fromhttp://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
walkaboutsverse
Poem 33 of 230: TO CARE AND SHARE
(This is also 1 of my 17 "Chants from Walkabouts" CD.)
Within sunny California
(Just a wisp of smog arriba),
Not far from L.A’s Chinatown,
A rich driver looks, with a frown,
At a beggar sat on a crate:
Gaunt, it seems long since she last ate.
As the driver stops at the light,
The beggar moves her hand upright.
But, though the cap clasped holds small cash,
The rich man shares not his large stash.
Yet, to all it is plain to see,
This beggar lives in poverty.
But, like a fifth of humankind,
Little help this woman will find.
For too selfish the wealthy fare
To help the poor - to care and share.
And, in Tijuana, Mexico,
Another has no place to go -
It’s an hour before midnight,
And he’s curled outside a shopping site:
“He is sick,” I’m told, passing by;
“Him and the system,” I reply.
Then my hand to my pocket goes
For all my coins - sixteen pesos.
Enough for three meals - beans, rice;
But, for a home, it won’t suffice.
Yet, to all it is plain to see,
This pauper dwells in poverty.
But, like one fifth of humankind,
Small help this sick hombre will find.
‘Cause too competitive most fare
To change the scheme - to care and share.
In Bangkok and Barcelona,
Bombay, Melbourne and Manila -
Such woes exist all round the globe:
Poor food, poor clothes and no abode.
These are Maslov’s essential needs,
And they can be met - with good deeds.
The beggars all could leave the street -
With some kit for body and feet.
But voted leaders cut the aid
From which much housing could be made.
Yet, to all it is plain to see,
Too many live in poverty.
But, from the rest of humankind,
A lack of help they tend to find.
For too greedy most snug-ones fare
To fix the need - to care and share.
From http://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
On Aug 23, 10:49 am, walkaboutsverse <david1fra...@yahoo.com> wrote:
> THE WEEKLY WALKABOUT, E.G.
>
> Poem 36 of 230: WALKABOUT MEXICO
>
> In late December,
> 1996,
> I can remember
> Being in a fix -
> For time and pesos -
> And, thus, unable
> To see Mexico’s
> Sights commendable.
>
> So, in Tijuana,
> I enjoyed the show
> At a miniature
> Rep. of Mexico.
>
> Fromhttp://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
walkaboutsverse
Poem 54 of 230: HOBSON’S CHOICE
During a day trip to Cambridge,
My uncle showed the confined space
That left punters no choice to face -
Using Hobson’s trade of carriage.
From http://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
On Aug 30, 9:14 am, walkaboutsverse <david1fra...@yahoo.com> wrote:
> THE WEEKLY WALKABOUT, E.G.
>
> Fromhttp://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
walkaboutsverse
Poem 149 of 230: FOR BETTER OR WORSE
Largely due to America,
English - to use Italian -
Is now the world’s lingua franca,
Where, it seems, it once was Latin;
But, while brogues are a good thing,
I doubt American spelling.
From http://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
On Sep 6, 11:22 am, walkaboutsverse <david1fra...@yahoo.com> wrote:
> THE WEEKLY WALKABOUT, E.G.
>
> Poem 54 of 230: HOBSON’S CHOICE
>
> During a day trip to Cambridge,
> My uncle showed the confined space
> That left punters no choice to face -
> Using Hobson’s trade of carriage.
>
> Fromhttp://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
walkaboutsverse
WEEKLY WALKABOUT, E.G. is...
Poem 105 of 230: GLOBAL REGULATIONISM
No income-scale would be unjust -
It’s a matter of degree;
And, to have less inequality,
Regulations are a must.
For, in Millennium’s status quo,
The pay-gaps for human work,
And what’s gotten simply as a perk,
Are wrong - inhumanely so.
From http://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
On Sep 13, 12:09 pm, walkaboutsverse <david1fra...@yahoo.com> wrote:
> THE WEEKLY WALKAOUT, E.G.
>
> Poem 149 of 230: FOR BETTER OR WORSE
>
> Largely due to America,
> English - to use Italian -
> Is now the world’s lingua franca,
> Where, it seems, it once was Latin;
> But, while brogues are a good thing,
> I doubt American spelling.
>
> Fromhttp://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
walkaboutsverse
Poem 82 of 230: ON ACTS 4:32-35
Believers were all one in heart and mind -
They shared their excesses, giving in kind.
No-one claimed any possessions one’s own -
Yes, it was socialism on the throne.
So not long were there desperate folk -
Fair distribution was the tongue they spoke.
And wealthy owners would sell part their deed -
Funds, via apostles, to those in need.
Yet today, all round our troubled earth,
Some Christians, safe at their own snug hearth,
Vote for their electorate’s Right-Wing party -
That’s hypocritical, it seems to me.
From http//:www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
On Sep 20, 2:06 pm, walkaboutsverse <david1fra...@yahoo.com> wrote:
> Following the free-market farce of the last week, this week's
> WEEKLY WALKABOUT, E.G. is...
>
> Poem 105 of 230: GLOBAL REGULATIONISM
>
> No income-scale would be unjust -
> It’s a matter of degree;
> And, to have less inequality,
> Regulations are a must.
>
> For, in Millennium’s status quo,
> The pay-gaps for human work,
> And what’s gotten simply as a perk,
> Are wrong - inhumanely so.
>
> Fromhttp://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
walkaboutsverse
Poem 2 of 230: WALKABOUT WITH MY PEN
Once drove an old sedan, up north,
From a place in Sydney to Cairns;
Then to Kuranda I went forth,
By train, to look without set plans.
I browsed through the trendy market,
With fresh fruits of tropical kind;
Walked to the creek through lush thicket -
Nature’s hand giving peace of mind.
I dined in a scenic cafe;
Then, outside, as I wrote for yen,
Some passing Kooris called-out: “Hey,
You go walkabout with your pen.”
Request or question, I don’t know -
Assured voices, elderly men.
That’s now several years ago,
And I’ve seen the world - with my pen.
From http://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
Or have a listen to it sung at http://www.myspace.com/walkaboutsverse
walkaboutsverse
Poem 61 of 230: WORSLEY VILLAGE
Where earliest of coal-canals meet,
And have their waters ochred
By the seepage of old-deep-mine earth;
Where mock-Tudor is a treat,
And classic boats are newly coated
At dry-docks before rebirth;
Where miners made tough risky efforts,
Working seams for hours non-stop -
Cramped, often without the room to stand;
Where security experts
Now fill the Nailmakers Workshop -
On a canal-made island;
Where offices come from granaries,
And granaries from a forge -
Wheel-powered through a brook’s tillage;
Where coal moved down arteries,
And sandstone was quarried to a gorge:
Lies antique Worsley Village.
From http://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
On Oct 4, 8:23 am, walkaboutsverse <david1fra...@yahoo.com> wrote:
> THE WEEKLY WALKABOUT, E.G.
>
> Poem 2 of 230: WALKABOUT WITH MY PEN
>
> Once drove an old sedan, up north,
> From a place in Sydney to Cairns;
> Then to Kuranda I went forth,
> By train, to look without set plans.
>
> I browsed through the trendy market,
> With fresh fruits of tropical kind;
> Walked to the creek through lush thicket -
> Nature’s hand giving peace of mind.
>
> I dined in a scenic cafe;
> Then, outside, as I wrote for yen,
> Some passing Kooris called-out: “Hey,
> You go walkabout with your pen.”
>
> Request or question, I don’t know -
> Assured voices, elderly men.
> That’s now several years ago,
> And I’ve seen the world - with my pen.
>
> Fromhttp://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
> Or have a listen to it sung athttp://www.myspace.com/walkaboutsverse
walkaboutsverse
Poem 138 of 230: AN OPIUM
National Lottery passes -
Slight chances to be richer,
With lots more than thy neighbour,
Gained without any labour -
Keep the system in favour:
An opium of the masses.
From http://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
On Oct 11, 9:57 am, walkaboutsverse <david1fra...@yahoo.com> wrote:
> THE WEEKLY WALKABOUT, E.G.
>
> Poem 61 of 230: WORSLEY VILLAGE
>
> Where earliest of coal-canals meet,
> And have their waters ochred
> By the seepage of old-deep-mine earth;
> Where mock-Tudor is a treat,
> And classic boats are newly coated
> At dry-docks before rebirth;
>
> Where miners made tough risky efforts,
> Working seams for hours non-stop -
> Cramped, often without the room to stand;
> Where security experts
> Now fill the Nailmakers Workshop -
> On a canal-made island;
>
> Where offices come from granaries,
> And granaries from a forge -
> Wheel-powered through a brook’s tillage;
> Where coal moved down arteries,
> And sandstone was quarried to a gorge:
> Lies antique Worsley Village.
>
> Fromhttp://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
walkaboutsverse
Poem 163 of 230: ON A CLEAR DAY - SUMMER 2001
Far - the Lakelands behind Blackpool Tower;
Well-ebbed - the ocean and estuary;
Odd - a sand-digger and wagons that cross;
Tonal - the flats left by tidal power;
Patched - the grasses surviving the big tides;
Plonked - the driftwood sprouted in other lands;
Clinging - the coastal flora to the dunes;
Busy - the bees and folks on Southport rides.
From http://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
On Oct 18, 10:54 am, walkaboutsverse <david1fra...@yahoo.com> wrote:
> THE WEEKLY WALKABOUT, E.G.
>
> Poem 138 of 230: AN OPIUM
>
> National Lottery passes -
> Slight chances to be richer,
> With lots more than thy neighbour,
> Gained without any labour -
> Keep the system in favour:
> An opium of the masses.
>
> Fromhttp://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
walkaboutsverse
Poem 116 of 230: MOSES GATE - SUMMER 2000
Bordering Bolton
Lies land with lodges -
Grassed and paved around,
With decking built on.
As well as these lakes
Of human-made kind,
Croal, Irwell, canal
Meet there like three snakes.
There’s ‘paths for horses,
A birdwatching hut,
An info. centre,
Plus walkers’ courses.
And, surrounding these,
The woods have grown thick,
So, viewed from afar,
Form a sight to please.
http://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
On Oct 25, 10:11 am, walkaboutsverse <david1fra...@yahoo.com> wrote:
> THE WEEKLY WALKABOUT, E.G.
>
> Poem 163 of 230: ON A CLEAR DAY - SUMMER 2001
>
> Far - the Lakelands behind Blackpool Tower;
> Well-ebbed - the ocean and estuary;
> Odd - a sand-digger and wagons that cross;
> Tonal - the flats left by tidal power;
> Patched - the grasses surviving the big tides;
> Plonked - the driftwood sprouted in other lands;
> Clinging - the coastal flora to the dunes;
> Busy - the bees and folks on Southport rides.
>
> Fromhttp://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
walkaboutsverse
in time for Armistice Day.)
Poem 212 of 230: REMEMBER THEM?
Back when we became defenders
(We have plainly been attackers),
Defenders’ blood, sweat and years
Were paid to keep a good home-way -
A way yet to be part stealth-blown,
As mass immigration gained-sway
And as we slipped as maintainers.
From http://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
walkaboutsverse
> (A tad early this week as I'm at the Alnwick Gathering tomorrow, and
> in time for Armistice Day.)
>
> Poem 212 of 230: REMEMBER THEM?
>
> Back when we became defenders
> (We have plainly been attackers),
> Defenders’ blood, sweat and years
> Were paid to keep a good home-way -
> A way yet to be part stealth-blown,
> As mass immigration gained-sway
> And as we slipped as maintainers.
>
THE WEEKLY WALKABOUT, E.G.
Poem 187 of 230: A SOUTH SHIELDS WALKABOUT - AUTUMN 2001
Out of the museum-and-gallery
(Wiser on Cookson and the local way),
Down Ocean Road with, to the right of me,
Its eateries and, left, neat places to stay;
Before, on either side, Marine Parks -
The southern-one a most beautiful place,
Teeming with moorhens, swans, grebes and mallards
In a small lake at a scenic-hill’s base.
Then (holding chips from the parade’s cafe
And, thus, a flock of gulls squawking above)
Onto the South Pier I made my way:
Seeing seaweed over rocks - like a glove -
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.
walkaboutsverse
THE WEEKLY WALKABOUT, E.G.
Poem 187 of 230: A SOUTH SHIELDS WALKABOUT - AUTUMN 2001
Out of the museum-and-gallery
(Wiser on Cookson and the local way),
Down Ocean Road with, to the right of me,
Its eateries and, left, neat places to stay;
Before, on either side, Marine Parks -
The southern-one a most beautiful place,
Teeming with moorhens, swans, grebes and mallards
In a small lake at a scenic-hill’s base.
Then (holding chips from the parade’s cafe
And, thus, a flock of gulls squawking above)
Onto the South Pier I made my way:
Seeing seaweed over rocks - like a glove -
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.
From http://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
walkaboutsverse
Poem 95 of 230: A GOOD LIFE
To fauna,
Home-flora.
Sheep for wool -
Fed till full.
Chooks for eggs -
Free-range legs.
Milk from cows -
Should well house:
Better grade
Can be made.
Fish for game -
Cut the pain.
Dogs for pets -
No regrets.
And question
Castration.
This does say
Buddha’s way,
And Blake’s way:
A good life -
For all life.
From http://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
On Nov 15, 9:24 am, walkaboutsverse <david1fra...@yahoo.com> wrote:
> (sorry for mis-posting)
>
> THE WEEKLY WALKABOUT, E.G.
>
> Poem 187 of 230: A SOUTH SHIELDS WALKABOUT - AUTUMN 2001
>
> Out of the museum-and-gallery
> (Wiser on Cookson and the local way),
> Down Ocean Road with, to the right of me,
> Its eateries and, left, neat places to stay;
> Before, on either side, Marine Parks -
> The southern-one a most beautiful place,
> Teeming with moorhens, swans, grebes and mallards
> In a small lake at a scenic-hill’s base.
>
> Then (holding chips from the parade’s cafe
> And, thus, a flock of gulls squawking above)
> Onto the South Pier I made my way:
> Seeing seaweed over rocks - like a glove -
> 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.
>
> Fromhttp://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
walkaboutsverse
Poem 199 of 230: BEDE’S WORLD - WINTER 2002/3
During Advent, I returned to Bede’s World,
Where I, already read, was further schooled -
Via walks through the museum, the farm,
The ruins, and the church with its old arm.
With gifts, I left, after some four hours,
To round off, at home, my thoughts on ours.
From http://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
On Nov 22, 10:03 am, walkaboutsverse <david1fra...@yahoo.com> wrote:
> THE WEEKLY WALKABOUT, E.G.
>
> Poem 95 of 230: A GOOD LIFE
>
> To fauna,
> Home-flora.
> Sheep for wool -
> Fed till full.
> Chooks for eggs -
> Free-range legs.
> Milk from cows -
> Should well house:
> Better grade
> Can be made.
> Fish for game -
> Cut the pain.
> Dogs for pets -
> No regrets.
> And question
> Castration.
>
> This does say
> Buddha’s way,
> And Blake’s way:
> A good life -
> For all life.
>
walkaboutsverse
Poem 224 of 230: THE NATIVITY
Vis-à-vis S.C.,
I prefer to see
Christian children’s glee
When they play-out the
Coming of J.C. -
The Nativity.
From http://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
On Nov 29, 10:01 am, walkaboutsverse <david1fra...@yahoo.com> wrote:
> THE WEEKLY WALKABOUT, E.G.
>
> Poem 199 of 230: BEDE’S WORLD - WINTER 2002/3
>
> During Advent, I returned to Bede’s World,
> Where I, already read, was further schooled -
> Via walks through the museum, the farm,
> The ruins, and the church with its old arm.
> With gifts, I left, after some four hours,
> To round off, at home, my thoughts on ours.
>
> Fromhttp://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
Tom
walkaboutsverse <david1...@yahoo.com> wrote in
news:0c1b4439-975c-4f38...@v38g2000yqb.googlegroups.com:
walkaboutsverse
the folk scene.
THE WEEKLY WALKABOUT, E.G.
Poem 154 of 230: GETTING TO KNOW GOD
God lets us go
Our own way -
Until the Day;
Now and then, though,
He has a Say
In His own Way -
Prophets to Sow,
Deserts to Pay.
From http://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
On Dec 6, 2:37 pm, Tom <ruefulrab...@thehole.com> wrote:
> This has nothing to do about folk music.
>
> walkaboutsverse <david1fra...@yahoo.com> wrote innews:0c1b4439-975c-4f38...@v38g2000yqb.googlegroups.com:
walkaboutsverse
230 of 230: CHRISTMAS SUNG SIMPLY
As gospellers have said,
Beneath signalling skies,
On land dusty to tread,
A trough in a stable
Was the strawy first-bed
Of a divine baby -
The forgiving Godhead.
A season for new hope -
There then and here now;
The yuletide of goodwill -
There then and here now.
In respect of this chance,
Beneath bright or dark skies,
Faith's the star that we glance
Attending Christ's churches
And trying to enhance,
With singing and ritual,
Our God-loving stance.
A...
From http://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com or hear it at
http://www.myspace.com/walkaboutsverse
On Dec 13, 9:52 am, walkaboutsverse <david1fra...@yahoo.com> wrote:
> Tom - 17 of my 230 pieces are songs/chants, which I have perfromed on
> the folk scene.
>
> THE WEEKLY WALKABOUT, E.G.
>
> Poem 154 of 230: GETTING TO KNOW GOD
>
> God lets us go
> Our own way -
> Until the Day;
> Now and then, though,
> He has a Say
> In His own Way -
> Prophets to Sow,
> Deserts to Pay.
>
> Fromhttp://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
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> On Dec 6, 2:37 pm, Tom <ruefulrab...@thehole.com> wrote:
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> > This has nothing to do about folk music.
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> > walkaboutsverse <david1fra...@yahoo.com> wrote innews:0c1b4439-975c-4f38...@v38g2000yqb.googlegroups.com:- Hide quoted text -
walkaboutsverse
Poem 219 of 230: FURTHER ANTI-IMPERIALISM
Let each Christian nation have its own Church -
Equal, before God, with the others’ Search.
From http://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
On Dec 20, 10:36 am, walkaboutsverse <david1fra...@yahoo.com> wrote:
> THE WEEKLY WALKABOUT, E.G.
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> 230 of 230: CHRISTMAS SUNG SIMPLY
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> As gospellers have said,
> Beneath signalling skies,
> On land dusty to tread,
> A trough in a stable
> Was the strawy first-bed
> Of a divine baby -
> The forgiving Godhead.
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> A season for new hope -
> There then and here now;
> The yuletide of goodwill -
> There then and here now.
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> In respect of this chance,
> Beneath bright or dark skies,
> Faith's the star that we glance
> Attending Christ's churches
> And trying to enhance,
> With singing and ritual,
> Our God-loving stance.
>
> A...
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> Fromhttp://www.walkaboutsverse.741.comor hear it athttp://www.myspace.com/walkaboutsverse
>
> On Dec 13, 9:52 am, walkaboutsverse <david1fra...@yahoo.com> wrote:
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> > Tom - 17 of my 230 pieces are songs/chants, which I have perfromed on
> > the folk scene.
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> > THE WEEKLY WALKABOUT, E.G.
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> > Poem 154 of 230: GETTING TO KNOW GOD
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> > God lets us go
> > Our own way -
> > Until the Day;
> > Now and then, though,
> > He has a Say
> > In His own Way -
> > Prophets to Sow,
> > Deserts to Pay.
>
> > Fromhttp://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
>
> > On Dec 6, 2:37 pm, Tom <ruefulrab...@thehole.com> wrote:
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> > > This has nothing to do about folk music.
>
> > > walkaboutsverse <david1fra...@yahoo.com> wrote innews:0c1b4439-975c-4f38...@v38g2000yqb.googlegroups.com:-Hide quoted text -
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