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
From my free site - http://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
McGonnagle! Thou shouldst be living in this hour...
Twas on the 19th day of Febru-a-ry
That walkaboutverse posted more poetry ex-cruci-a-teee
My killfile copes with all his drivel
It's really enough to make you snivel
And risking cries of 'A horse! Lo!'
I'd venture 'Folk?
Walkaboutverse?
I don't think so' ....
--
Steve Mansfield
Manchester, England
http://www.lesession.co.uk
The Vogons are coming. Run!
--
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On Feb 20, 10:22 am, 1davidfra...@googlemail.com wrote:
> Dear Mark, Steve, Pete: I am aware of Mr McGonagall but, unlike his
> followers who post daily to my and many email addresses, shall not
> place more verse here until the weekend...so please stay tuned for a
> piece related to Castro...
> On Feb 19, 4:10 pm, Pete <p...@antipope.dot.org> wrote:
>
>
>
> > On 2008-02-19, 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...
>
> > The Vogons are coming. Run!
>
> > --
> > ------------------------------------------------------------------------
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> > "Just another crouton, floating on the bouillabaisse of life"
>
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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
CD-ROMs and free stuff: Scottish music, food intolerance, and Mac logic fonts
> (Speaking of emails - that was me just above, with the wrong email
> openned! sorry.)
Fuck off and die, cunt.
--
Peter
I suspect that even with the significant clarity Jack is able to
muster on occasion, the message may not be understood sufficiently.
The "weekly walkabout"'s postings of drivel in a newsgroup dedicated
to a completely unrelated subject are rude in the extreme.
To bring up the usual analogy, it's as though you sit in the same pub
each week with a bunch of mates discussing folk music, and every week
the village misfit decides to stand beside your table declaiming his
worthless ramblings. The only thing to be hoped for is that someone at
an adjoining table gets irritated enough to smack the offender in the
gob. Failing that, if you can't think of any suitably forceful
language, "Fuck off and die, cunt" is a pretty good start.
--
Dominic Cronin
Amsterdam
Difficult in Usenet. Not necessarily impossible.
>Failing that, if you can't think of any suitably forceful
>language, "Fuck off and die, cunt" is a pretty good start.
>
So this would be the guy who weasled his way out of a crack in my
killfile? Enough said.
--
Peter
It's the word "weekly" that I find worrying. Does this mean we're to be
subjected to a weekly outpouring of this drivel?
I don't do much killfiling but I'm going to have to hone my skills if
this keeps happening.
--
Marjorie
On Feb 20, 9:41 pm, Marjorie <dontusethisaddr...@springequinox.co.uk>
wrote:
> Dominic Cronin wrote:
> > On Wed, 20 Feb 2008 15:55:50 +0000, Peter
> > <pe...@double.demon.co.uk.invalid> wrote:
>
> >> In article <bogus-014E24.13505120022...@news.news.demon.net>, Jack
> >> Campin - bogus address <bo...@purr.demon.co.uk> writes
> >>> 1davidfra...@googlemail.com wrote:
> >>>> Dear Mark, Steve, Pete: I am aware of Mr McGonagall but, unlike his
> >>>> followers who post daily to my and many email addresses, shall not
> >>>> place more verse here until the weekend...so please stay tuned for a
> >>>> piece related to Castro...
> >>> Fuck off and die, cunt.
>
> >> Jack, perhaps you could clarify that a little for him.
>
> > I suspect that even with the significant clarity Jack is able to
> > muster on occasion, the message may not be understood sufficiently.
> > The "weekly walkabout"'s postings of drivel in a newsgroup dedicated
> > to a completely unrelated subject are rude in the extreme.
>
> > To bring up the usual analogy, it's as though you sit in the same pub
> > each week with a bunch of mates discussing folk music, and every week
> > the village misfit decides to stand beside your table declaiming his
> > worthless ramblings. The only thing to be hoped for is that someone at
> > an adjoining table gets irritated enough to smack the offender in the
> > gob. Failing that, if you can't think of any suitably forceful
> > language, "Fuck off and die, cunt" is a pretty good start.
>
> It's the word "weekly" that I find worrying. Does this mean we're to be
> subjected to a weekly outpouring of this drivel?
> I don't do much killfiling but I'm going to have to hone my skills if
> this keeps happening.
>
> --
> Marjorie- Hide quoted text -
>It's the word "weekly" that I find worrying. Does this mean we're to be
>subjected to a weekly outpouring of this drivel?
His spelling is particularly poor - think of it as "weakly".
>I don't do much killfiling but I'm going to have to hone my skills if
>this keeps happening.
This is strongly recommended. All that I ever see of his drivel is what
other people inadvisably quote in their responses.
--
Molly Mockford
They that can give up essential liberty to obtain a little temporary safety
deserve neither liberty nor safety - Benjamin Franklin
(My Reply-To address *is* valid, though may not remain so for ever.)
I haven't actually gone to the bother of kf'ing it, but I second the
opinion; posting them here is a waste of electrons. The only basis for
comparison that I can see is McGonagall (anyone ?), and they don't do well
by it.
Stick 'em on a website, and don't tell us where it is.
--
Richard Robinson
"The whole plan hinged upon the natural curiosity of potatoes" - S. Lem
My email address is at http://www.qualmograph.org.uk/contact.html
> 1david...@googlemail.com wrote:
>> Dear Mark, Steve, Pete: I am aware of Mr McGonagall but, unlike his
>> followers who post daily to my and many email addresses, shall not
>> place more verse here until the weekend...so please stay tuned for a
>> piece related to Castro...
>
> Fuck off and die, cunt.
Hmmm... FOAD ? Calm down, calm down Jack, (read in best scouse dialect)
Subtle hints haven't worked before; are not working now; so no change there.
Why not just ignore the unread posts from this pea-brained troll.
CR
On Feb 21, 2:30 pm, Chris Rockcliffe
<chrisrockcli...@scripto99.demon.co.uk> wrote:
> Jack Campin - bogus address20/02/2008 1:50 pm
>
> On Feb 21, 2:30 pm, Chris Rockcliffe
> <chrisrockcli...@scripto99.demon.co.uk> wrote:
>> Jack Campin - bogus address20/02/2008 1:50 pm
>>
>>> 1davidfra...@googlemail.com wrote:
>>>> Dear Mark, Steve, Pete: I am aware of Mr McGonagall but, unlike his
>>>> followers who post daily to my and many email addresses, shall not
>>>> place more verse here until the weekend...so please stay tuned for a
>>>> piece related to Castro...
>>
>>> Fuck off and die, cunt.
>>
>> Hmmm... FOAD ? Calm down, calm down Jack, (read in best scouse dialect)
>> Subtle hints haven't worked before; are not working now; so no change there.
>> Why not just ignore the unread posts from this pea-brained troll.
> Hmmm...PBT, Chris - 4 technical certificates, Degree in Humanities,
> about 40 countries, A-grade junior sports, places in folk-festival
> competitions..?
WTF are you on about ?
Read this carefully... You post your spam - un-related to this NG's remit
or subject or any thread therein - week, after month, after year. No-one
here - I've read - wants to read your crap, or likes it, or considers it of
any relevance or value whatsoever.
I'll continue to ignore your posts as others do. But is it not rude though
to just go on posting your inane childish rubbish here ad infinitum !?
I'm pissing into the wind I know - because despite however many bogus
degrees you say you have, you simply lack any basic intelligence and good
manners.
Is that clear enough ?
CR
On Feb 21, 9:26 pm, Chris Rockcliffe
> CR- Hide quoted text -
Your imperviousness to criticism and inability to see anybody else's
point of view explains why your "poetry" is so devoid of interest. You
have to listen to be a poet.
You just don't get it, do you? This is not a poetry newsgroup. It's a
music newsgroup, OK?
The fact that your poetry is so bad is a side-issue. Even good poetry,
were it ever to be seen here, would not be appropriate. Poetry is not
music - and your "verse" would be impossible to set to music as it
doesn't rhyme or scan properly.
We're not interested in your CV, either (are you interested in mine? No,
I thought not).
--
Marjorie
On Feb 22, 12:48 pm, Marjorie <dontusethisaddr...@springequinox.co.uk>
wrote:
>> We're not interested in your CV, either (are you interested in
mine? No,
>> I thought not).
Marjorie,
It's an egoboo troll. It finds life-meaning in the number of hits it
finds for WAKKABITVASE, and if you must reply then corrupting its
pleasure trigger will make it go all huffy and run off in a
VAULTUPONWASTE sulk. Never let a single mention of WATTABIGWOOSS get
through.
Why it finds pleasure in looking for something so mundane is beyond me
-- it could be shouting 'Kazoo solo' in pubs while strumming skiffle on
a mando. Excuse me, I'm off to search on my name, lots of hits, tens of
thousands, I must be real after all...
JF
Great stuff!
I'm interested in learning about Vogon poetry for purely sadistic
reasons. Could you point me in the wrong direction?
I had some time to spare
And wondered if I'd dare
To write some verse
That's worse
Than Jenny Agguter's worst nightmare
You're ... the Great Flood ?
Wankabitworse has some tough competition from Colin Leslie Dean...
http://gamahucherpress.yellowgum.com/gamahucher_press_catalogue.htm
(the poetry is at the bottom of the list, I came across the idiot
on sci.logic where he has been pioneering Vogon proof theory).
For example
http://gamahucherpress.yellowgum.com/books/poetry/BELLA2.pdf
which I think is even less likely to get set to music and catch
on in folk clubs than the outpourings of Whackoffinbursts. (You
may have to wait for it - his server seems to have a peak speed
of 12 Kb/sec).
<bows>
Hang on, I also seem to be an Australian soap star...
There must be a song in it. The only one I can think of is 'when
reloading Windows' with ukelele accompaniment*.
JF
If anyone does get carried away, it's a wig, I'm the one in the blond wig.
'T bloody thing's crashed again, mother!
Didn't Les Barker write that one... ('Reinstalling Windows' to be
precise)
:-)
Jacey
--
Jacey Bedford
jacey at artisan hyphen harmony dot com
posting via usenet and not googlegroups, ourdebate
or any other forum that reprints usenet posts as
though they were the forum's own
On Feb 22, 3:38 pm, Julian Flood <jul...@ooopsfloodsclimbers.co.uk>
wrote:
--
Arthur Marshall
Caller for Traditional Dances
nb Lord Byron's Maggot
I'd agree with the recently-retired Fidel Castro on many - not all -
things, including I'm sure this...
Poem # 41 of 230: EVEN AFTER LINCOLN, STEINBECK, AND KING
Written at a public toilet by the
Statue of Liberty:
"What of Equality, Fraternity;
And Democracy!?"
The U.S.A. has aided dictators -
Right-Wing leaders, of course;
So some's bestowal of democracy
Is hypocrisy.
(C) David Franks 2003
From http://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
> > nb Lord Byron's Maggot- Hide quoted text -
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
From http://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
On Feb 23, 11:26 am, walkaboutsverse <david1fra...@yahoo.com> wrote:
> THE WEEKLY WALKABOUT, E.G.
>
> I'd agree with the recently-retired Fidel Castro on many - not all -
> things, including I'm sure this...
>
> Poem # 41 of 230: EVEN AFTER LINCOLN, STEINBECK, AND KING
>
> Written at a public toilet by the
> Statue of Liberty:
> "What of Equality, Fraternity;
> And Democracy!?"
>
> The U.S.A. has aided dictators -
> Right-Wing leaders, of course;
> So some's bestowal of democracy
> Is hypocrisy.
>
> (C) David Franks 2003
> Fromhttp://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
>
> On Feb 22, 10:47 pm, walkaboutsverse <david1fra...@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
>
>
> > To Johnb - I'm no vogon, but am mostly vegan - which you can, if you
> > wish, read a poem about (#206) via the above link.
> > To Arthur, I love English traditional dances: rapper, Morris, clog...
> > (for a longer list, again, the above site, and follow the links.)
> > I'm off to bed now, but tomorrow shall be posting the next weekly
> > walkabout...
>
> > On Feb 22, 10:31 pm, Arthur Marshall <arth...@zetnet.co.uk> wrote:
>
> > > e,
>
> > > > > It's an egoboo troll. It finds life-meaning in the number of hits it
> > > > > finds for WAKKABITVASE, and if you must reply then corrupting its
> > > > > pleasure trigger will make it go all huffy and run off in a
> > > > > VAULTUPONWASTE sulk. Never let a single mention of WATTABIGWOOSS get
> > > > > through.
>
> > > > > Why it finds pleasure in looking for something so mundane is beyond me
> > > > > -- it could be shouting 'Kazoo solo' in pubs while strumming skiffle on
> > > > > a mando. Excuse me, I'm off to search on my name, lots of hits, tens of
> > > > > thousands, I must be real after all...
>
> > > > > JF
>
> > > Nice to note no-one even MENTIONED top-posting yet....
>
> > > --
>
> > > Arthur Marshall
> > > Caller for Traditional Dances
> > > nb Lord Byron's Maggot- Hide quoted text -
>
> > - Show quoted text -- Hide quoted text -
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
On Mar 1, 12:18 pm, walkaboutsverse <david1fra...@yahoo.com> wrote:
> THE WEEKLY WALKABOUT, E.G.
>
> Fromhttp://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
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.
From http://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
On Mar 8, 10:42 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
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.
From http://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
On Mar 15, 12:32 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
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.
http://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
On Mar 22, 11:02 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
I'm a poet and just lurk around this NG usually. But really! I think
you need to post in a critical poets newsgroup, where you might get
some of your rough edges knocked off.
> Toward Morpeth's Gathering,
> Either side of Great North Road,
You can't just dispense with the definite article because it suits
you, you know, it doesn't make sense.
> Daffodils gleefully showed
> Their stalk-dressing flowering.
What does stalk-dressing actually mean? It's not any known synonym for
"flower" is it?
>
> And then, at the Gathering,
> Another great flowering
> Of English heritage, showed
> Through competitions that glowed
Competitions glowed? I think not.
> With competent folk-singing,
Competent? What sort of accolade is that. Did you choose a three
syllable word because you were aiming for correct scansion? If so, you
failed.
> Storytelling, bag-piping -
> The small-pipes rapidly rode
> By hands, in staccato mode -
Good grief. Sounds like the small-pipes rode something, but I see you
are attempting an inversion of some sort.
> Clogdancing and stick-dressing:
> Things that are worth addressing.
dressing and addressing are a very poor rhyme - worse when you twist
the sense of the poem (or should it be nonsense) to use it.
Abby (without malice)
I think there are people here who wouldn't mind knocking his edges off, if
he ever put his head up. But he doesn't. Been posting this miserable drivel
for years, with no indication that he regards us as anything except a
write-only medium. What killfiles were invented for.
> Abby (without malice)
Amusing though it may be, I think this is called 'pissing into the wind'.
CR
Easier for you boys eh?
Abby
> On 28 Mar, 14:25, Chris Rockcliffe
> <chrisrockcli...@scripto99.demon.co.uk> wrote:
>> abby28/03/2008 1:18 pm
>>
>> Amusing though it may be, I think this is called 'pissing into the wind'.
>>
> Easier for you boys eh?
Well as you mention it, I used to know a girl who...
No, never mind.
CR
>THE WEEKLY WALKABOUT, E.G.
>
>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.
>
On topic for a change.
Still shite.
--
Dominic Cronin
Amsterdam
Dominic, For the love of all that's approved by Richard Dawkins, please
don't quote the bloody 'poetry' in your response - I accidentally read a
couple of lines and am still recovering ...
--
Steve Mansfield
Manchester, England
http://www.lesession.co.uk
>"Dominic Cronin" <dom...@ReplaceThisBitWithMySurname.co.uk.invalid> wrote
>in message news:01equ314oah44jfrh...@4ax.com...
>> On Thu, 27 Mar 2008 13:28:13 -0700 (PDT), walkaboutsverse
>> <david1...@yahoo.com> wrote:
>>
>> Still shite.
>
>Dominic, For the love of all that's approved by Richard Dawkins, please
>don't quote the bloody 'poetry' in your response - I accidentally read a
>couple of lines and am still recovering ...
"The pure Vogonity of the underlying metaphor ... " or something like
that ...
--
Jim
The Yorkshire Polymoth
I never see walkabout's posts until someone responds to him since I have
him quietly killfiled. Unfortunately my killfile doesn't catch the
responses which quote him either in part or in full, so I truly
appreciate all those people who just ignore him without responding.
>"Dominic Cronin" <dom...@ReplaceThisBitWithMySurname.co.uk.invalid> wrote
>in message news:01equ314oah44jfrh...@4ax.com...
>> On Thu, 27 Mar 2008 13:28:13 -0700 (PDT), walkaboutsverse
>> <david1...@yahoo.com> wrote:
>>
>> Still shite.
>
>Dominic, For the love of all that's approved by Richard Dawkins, please
>don't quote the bloody 'poetry' in your response - I accidentally read a
>couple of lines and am still recovering ...
Sorry Steve,
How's this?
STILL SHITE!
--
Dominic Cronin
Amsterdam
Ee, by 'eck you got as far as metaphor ? When I were a lad, we used to hide
behind the sofa just on sight of t'title.
And I have to say, practise doesn't appear to have made any more perfect
since then.
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..?
From http://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
On Mar 29, 11:11 pm, walkaboutsverse <david1fra...@yahoo.com> wrote:
> Enjoyed my Saturday at the Gathering, friends, but, for better or
> worse, I shall not be writing you any more verses on it - I retired
> from versification upon completion of my life's work
> http:www.walkaboutsverse.741.comin 2003. But, I shall, of course,
> continue to gently promote it in comp's, singarounds, forums, etc...
>
> On Mar 29, 8:39 pm, Richard Robinson <richa...@privacy.net> wrote:
>
>
>
> > Jim Lawton said:
>
> > > On Sat, 29 Mar 2008 14:40:53 GMT, "Steve Mansfield" <sfm...@yahoo.com>
>
> > >>Dominic, For the love of all that's approved by Richard Dawkins, please
> > >>don't quote the bloody 'poetry' in your response - I accidentally read a
> > >>couple of lines and am still recovering ...
>
> > > "The pure Vogonity of the underlying metaphor ... " or something like
> > > that ...
>
> > Ee, by 'eck you got as far as metaphor ? When I were a lad, we used to hide
> > behind the sofa just on sight of t'title.
>
> > And I have to say, practise doesn't appear to have made any more perfect
> > since then.
>
> > --
> > Richard Robinson
> > "The whole plan hinged upon the natural curiosity of potatoes" - S. Lem
>
> > My email address is athttp://www.qualmograph.org.uk/contact.html- Hide quoted text -
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!
From http://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
> Fromhttp://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
>
> On Mar 29, 11:11 pm, walkaboutsverse <david1fra...@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
>
>
> > Enjoyed my Saturday at the Gathering, friends, but, for better or
> > worse, I shall not be writing you any more verses on it - I retired
> > from versification upon completion of my life's work
> > http:www.walkaboutsverse.741.comin2003. But, I shall, of course,
> > continue to gently promote it in comp's, singarounds, forums, etc...
>
> > On Mar 29, 8:39 pm, Richard Robinson <richa...@privacy.net> wrote:
>
> > > Jim Lawton said:
>
> > > > On Sat, 29 Mar 2008 14:40:53 GMT, "Steve Mansfield" <sfm...@yahoo.com>
>
> > > >>Dominic, For the love of all that's approved by Richard Dawkins, please
> > > >>don't quote the bloody 'poetry' in your response - I accidentally read a
> > > >>couple of lines and am still recovering ...
>
> > > > "The pure Vogonity of the underlying metaphor ... " or something like
> > > > that ...
>
> > > Ee, by 'eck you got as far as metaphor ? When I were a lad, we used to hide
> > > behind the sofa just on sight of t'title.
>
> > > And I have to say, practise doesn't appear to have made any more perfect
> > > since then.
>
> > > --
> > > Richard Robinson
> > > "The whole plan hinged upon the natural curiosity of potatoes" - S. Lem
>
> > > My email address is athttp://www.qualmograph.org.uk/contact.html-Hide quoted text -
>
> > - Show quoted text -- Hide quoted text -
(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.
From http://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
On Apr 12, 11:04 am, walkaboutsverse <david1fra...@yahoo.com> wrote:
> THE WEEKLY WALKABOUTS, 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
> > > > My email address is athttp://www.qualmograph.org.uk/contact.html-Hidequoted text -
(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
From http://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
On Apr 19, 11:07 am, walkaboutsverse <david1fra...@yahoo.com> wrote:
> THE WEEKLY WALKABOUT, E.G.
>
> Fromhttp://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
> > > > > My email address is athttp://www.qualmograph.org.uk/contact.html-Hidequotedtext -
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.
From http://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
On Apr 26, 4:13 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
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..?
From http://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
On May 3, 9:25 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
(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.
From http://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
On May 10, 10:14 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
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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> Fromhttp://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
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.
From http://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
On May 31, 11:09 am, walkaboutsverse <david1fra...@yahoo.com> wrote:
> THE WEEKLY WALKABOUT, E.G.
>
> Fromhttp://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
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.
From http://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
On Jun 7, 10:12 am, walkaboutsverse <david1fra...@yahoo.com> wrote:
> THE WEEKLY WALKABOUT, E.G.
>
> Fromhttp://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
> ...
>
> read more »- Hide quoted text -
Poem 195 of 230: MUSING ON WIMBLEDON - SUMMER 2002
2001 got somewhat cheeky,
So, on my T.V., I was pleased to see
Old-fashioned etiquette about the net...
But oh! to get among the coaching set.
Thus, here is a feature that I'd teach:
Two-hands each side – either off when can't reach.
And, as for thoughts on pay, I do not say
"Amateur play" but "spread-out the outlay."
From http://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
On Jun 14, 9:10 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
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.
From http://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
On Jun 21, 8:55 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
On Jun 27, 6:37 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
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.
From http://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
On Jul 2, 9:30 am, walkaboutsverse <david1fra...@yahoo.com> wrote:
> Footnote - I've just posted a recording of "Lancashire Sung Simply" onhttp://www.myspace.com/walkaboutsverse
In message
<7ac35a89-7a72-46eb...@y38g2000hsy.googlegroups.com>,
walkaboutsverse <david1...@yahoo.com> writes
>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.
>
<Loads more doggerel snipped>
--
Jason Hill
I didn't realise he/she was still posting that stuff - killfiles work
really well....
Because nobody's gone round to that dumb fuck's house and kicked
his head in yet.
==== 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
CD-ROMs and free stuff: Scottish music, food intolerance, and Mac logic fonts
Jack Campin - bogus address wrote:
>
> Because nobody's gone round to that dumb fuck's house and kicked
> his head in yet.
>
Do we have his address?
We only *do* have to go to the trouble of ignoring it if people repost it -
thanks to the killfile I've been blissfully unaware of said waste of
bandwidth for some time ...
--
Marjorie
Agreed just killfile or ignore. For gawd's sake don't repost it while
asking if we have to put up with it or all those of us who _don't_ have
to put up with it have to put up with it... if you see what I mean.
An item for the FAQ, perhaps ?
Q. Why do we have to put up with this doggerel week after week?
A. Because this is a person who treats u.m.f as a write-only medium. He has
been posting this stuff for years and does not respond to any requests to
stop, so there is nothing to do except killfile it. Please note that any
followups merely serve to draw it to the attention of those who have already
done so, which they tend to find irritating.
Jack could probably do a more entertaining job.
Don't you mean
This is the sort of thing up with which we will not put?
--
Steve Mansfield
Manchester, England
http://www.lesession.co.uk
Errr.... Probably
:-)
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?
From http://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
On Jul 14, 1:29 pm, Jacey Bedford <lookin...@nospam.invalid> wrote:
> In message <0ylek.148183$Kb.10...@newsfe29.ams2>, Steve Mansfield
<snip>
Honestly, this stuff is DIRE.
You don't have even the remotest idea of what poetry is all about.
Ever done English? having graduated in the hard (in every sense)
sciences, I did it English literature at night school and it was truly
a revelation.
Yes, the doggerel is awful.
No, it's not funny. If I want to read doggerel that's funny, I'll read
McGonagall.
Yes, the thick-skinned wanker of an author is impervious to criticism.
Why is that win-win?
--
Jason Hill
Gill, he doesn't respond to criticism. He persists in his delusion that
he's a misunderstood genius, and there's no point in trying to reason
with him. Best ignore him.
--
Marjorie
Perhaps Douglas Adams was prescient, and he's actually a Vogon.
Out of sheer boredom, i was looking for more about this loser - there's
an horrendous MySpace site and after listening and looking at it, I felt
like bleaching my ears and eyes to remove the contamination
--
Don’t like the physical laws of this universe? Insist on being judged by the
laws of a parallel one you thought up specially!
Choose Homeopathy now!
Well, his 'verse' keeps him and others amused.
Well, I've worked in a nuthouse. A defining characteristic of the
mentally ill/deluded I noticed was their utter self-absorption/
selfishness/lack of awareness, which this guy has in spades.
Talking of which, I saw several sets of train-spotters the other day.
I just wonder if they're in a position to help themselves.
Ah well, back to my 99th. symphony, for cannon and garden hose, this
one..
His myspace page alludes to his religious inclinations, which
undoubtedly add so what you have said.
--
If one person has delusions, we call them psychotic. If, however, 1.5 billion
people have delusions we must apparently call them a religious group, and
respect their delusionary state.
Don?t like the physical laws of this universe? Insist on being judged by
the laws of a parallel one you thought up specially!
Choose Homeopathy now!
Well it's OT, but what interests me about Homeopathy is that they dilute
the original remedy until there won't be a molecule of the stuff in a
swimming pool full of water, but they use machines made of stuff to do
it, like plastic, and rubber, and steel, so that the remedy will have
more of those molecules than it does of the cure.
It seems likely to me then, that if Homeopathy were to work (fat chance)
it would be due to the therapeutic effect of rubber or somesuch.
--
Jim
The Yorkshire Polymoth
....
>ere won't be a molecule of the stuff in a
>swimming pool full of water, but they use machines made of stuff to do
>it, like plastic, and rubber, and steel, so that the remedy will have
>more of those molecules than it does of the cure.
>
>It seems likely to me then, that if Homeopathy were to work (fat chance)
>it would be due to the therapeutic effect of rubber or somesuch.
The need is for good, reliable placebos.
Golden chains may or may not count, on way or another.
Was Barbara Allen about psycho-somatic illness?
--
Peter Thomas
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 20, 1:18 am, Peter Thomas
<peterdoub...@doubledemon.co.uk.invalid> wrote:
> In message <oe6484pav9snr0l5o9tgo46ghu99q8g...@4ax.com>, Jim Lawton
> <usen...@jimlawton.TAKEOUTinfo> writes
Poem 48 of 230: THE POMS
We sauntered through Kensington Gardens,
Intending to go to the Proms.
But couldn't get into the venue,
Old Albert was chock full of Poms.
We listened outside the bog window.
But all we could hear was a fart
And some geezer flushing the dunny
Instead of the sounds of Mozart.
James Hogg
with apologies for the poor scansion in the last line
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.
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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.
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> On Jul 27, 2:40 pm, walkaboutsverse <david1fra...@yahoo.com> wrote:
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> > On Jul 25, 7:32 pm, James Hogg <Jas.Hogg...@SPAM.gmail.com> wrote:> On Fri, 25 Jul 2008 11:01:49 -0700 (PDT), walkaboutsverse
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> > > <david1fra...@yahoo.com> wrote:
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> > To James...Kensington Gardens was actually full of flowers and cards
> > at that time, as Diana had just died.
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> > > Poem 48 of 230: THE POMS
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> > > We sauntered through Kensington Gardens,
> > > Intending to go to the Proms.
> > > But couldn't get into the venue,
> > > Old Albert was chock full of Poms.
> > > We listened outside the bog window.
> > > But all we could hear was a fart
> > > And some geezer flushing the dunny
> > > Instead of the sounds of Mozart.
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> > > James Hogg
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>(How did James Hogg change the title? Does he/did he work for Google
>Groups?)
No, I just know how to use a computer keyboard.
And here's some verse in gratitude for your own efforts. This is
loosely based on a famous border ballad and is dedicated to my
old friend Spencer Hines:
_Johnie Armstrong_
Sum speiks of lords, sum speiks of lairds,
Ach, let them speik and speik awa;
Of a navie man I sing a sang,
Sumtyme calld Laird of Kailua.
The king he wrytes a fleeching letter,
Wi' his ain hand in mockrife glee:
And he hath sent it to Johnie Armstrang,
To cum and speik with him speidily.
The reivin Armstrangs did convene,
They were a laithsome company:
"We’ll ryde and meit our lawful king,
And slaik his arse at Gilnockie."
They ran their mules on the Langum howm,
And brake their speirs, them fouterin men;
The ladys lukit frae their loft-windows,
"Wi’ luck they’ll nae come back again!"
When Johnie came before the king,
With a’ his men sae daft to see,
The king he pisht his breeks at aince,
He fillt the jing-bang can-o-pee.
"May I find grace, my sovereign liege,
Grace for my loyal men and me?
For my name it is Johnie Armstrang,
And subject of yours, my liege," said he.
"Away, away, thou traytor strang!
Out o’ my sicht thou mayst sune be!
I grantit never a traytor’s lyfe,
And nou I’ll not begin wi’ thee."
"Grant me my lyfe, my liege, my king,
And a bonny gift I will give to thee;
Full four-and-twenty fluid drams,
O’ Lagavulin, duty-free."
"Away, away, thou traytor strang!
Out o’ my sicht thou mayst sune be!
I grantit never a traytor’s lyfe,
And nou I’ll not begin wi’ thee."
John murdred was at Carlinrigg,
And a’ his thowless companie;
And Scotland’s heart was ne’er sae blythe,
To see sae mony dobbies die.
And still the Armstrang stock leeves on
Throu sindry haufwit bastard lines.
The etion gaed frae ill tae waur.
They mareit intae Hines.
James Hogg
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.
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On Aug 9, 11:16 am, James Hogg <Jas.Hogg...@SPAM.gmail.com> wrote:
> On Sat, 9 Aug 2008 01:40:41 -0700 (PDT), walkaboutsverse
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<Doggerel snipped>
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Jason Hill
What does Goggle-Gropes have to do with it? This is Usenet. Goggle-
Gropes is just a (broken) window.
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WH
Mr Hogg was able to do it because he has a clue. As you've repeatedly
demonstrated, you do not. You are therefore are not licenced to make such
changes.
HTH. HAND.
--
Andy Breen ~ Speaking for myself, not the University of Wales
"your suggestion rates at four monkeys for six weeks"
(Peter D. Rieden)
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