"Water, water...

"Water, water...


"Water, water, every where,
And all the boards did shrink;
Water, water, every where,
Nor any drop to drink.

"The very deep did rot: O Christ!
That ever this should be!
Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs
Upon the slimy sea."

-Coleridge


.............


'Lightweights, lightweights, everywhere,
and all the bulletin boards did stink;
Lightweights, lightweights, everywhere,
drowning in emotions, unable to think.

'Most every thread did rot: Oy. Oy vey!
Was is it always thus? Pray thee, tell me.
Yes, vertical creatures did crawl on scutes
upon this blessed, habit forming sea.'

-bobby anon


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Poet Lariat Rookie's turn...



😀

at last a chance,
to poke fun at folks...
tha sheeple who write,
an make me choke...

tha laughter and tears,
are quite cathartic...
but my face does scrunch,
like i tongued a saltlick...

so bob morphs a poem,
a salty sea tale...
of a delirious sailor,
adrift inna gale...

you redhotpawners,
have done been pwned...
tho itz rather obscure,
it gits a lil groan...

nice, grampy...
do ya think that that sandbox will improve with tha light you have shown upon itz flaws???
or,
more likely,
will it revel in itz imperfection and delight in itz rudeness???

HA!!!

rookie

Originally posted by Grampy Bobby
"Water, water...


"Water, water, every where,
And all the boards did shrink;
Water, water, every where,
Nor any drop to drink.

"The very deep did rot: O Christ!
That ever this should be!
Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs
Upon the slimy sea."

-Coleridge


.............


'Lightweights, lightweights, everywhere,
and all the bul ...[text shortened]... sea.'

-bobby anon


.................


Poet Lariat Rookie's turn...



😀

Originally posted by rookie54
at last a chance,
to poke fun at folks...
tha sheeple who write,
an make me choke...

tha laughter and tears,
are quite cathartic...
but my face does scrunch,
like i tongued a saltlick...

so bob morphs a poem,
a salty sea tale...
of a delirious sailor,
adrift inna gale...

you redhotpawners,
have done been pwned...
tho itz rather obscure, ...[text shortened]... ore likely,
will it revel in itz imperfection and delight in itz rudeness???

HA!!!

rookie

Originally posted by pawnhandler
Ah, so you took a decent (or at least somewhat famous) poem and turned it into a way to slam people. Interesting game. I'll see if I can find a poem and try that.

"Candy is dandy
but liquor is quicker."

-Ogden Nash


...........


'Gotta respect HandyAndy
and let TSM and PFC bicker.'

-bobby anon


.............


Poet Lariat, where art thou?



😀

Originally posted by Grampy Bobby
"Candy is dandy
but liquor is quicker."

-Ogden Nash


...........


'Gotta respect HandyAndy
and let TSM and PFC bicker.'

-bobby anon


.............


Poet Lariat, where art thou?



😀

Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861)
from Sonnets from the Portuguese

XLIII

"How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men might strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,–I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!–and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death."


............................


'RHP General Forum, how do I love thee?
Let me try to count the many, many ways
on most days: won, too, tree, fo, sicks...
except when grampy's gluts get modded.'

-bobby anon


.....................


Tennis ball's back in your court, Lariat.


😀

Richard Brautigan
The Pill versus The Springhill Mine Disaster


All Watched Over by Machines of Loving Grace

I like to think (and
the sooner the better!)
of a cybernetic meadow
where mammals and computers
live together in mutually
programming harmony
like pure water
touching clear sky.

I like to think
(right now, please!)
of a cybernetic forest
filled with pines and electronics
where deer stroll peacefully
past computers as if they were flowers
with spinning blossoms.

I like to think
(it has to be!)
of a cybernetic ecology
where we are free of our labors
and joined back to nature,
returned to our mammal
brothers and sister,
and all watched over
by machines of loving grace.

***********
once upon a time...

there wuz a happy machine that like to cook...
it stewed all tha nuts, bolts and cotter pins inna sauce of grease and dust...

the end...

rookie

All day I've faced the barren waste,
Without the taste of water:
Cool water. (Water.)
Old Dan and I, with throats burned dry,
An' souls that cry for water: (Water.)
Cool, (Water.)
Clear, (Water.)
Water. (Water.)

Keep a-movin, Dan,
Don't you listen to him, Dan,
He's the devil, not a man:
Spreads the burning sand with water. (Water.)
Dan, can you see that big, green tree, (Water.)
Where the water's runnin' free? (Water.)
It's waitin' there for me and you? (Water.)

The nights are cool, I'm a fool.
Each star's a pool of water.
Cool water. (Water.)
But with the dawn I'll wake and yawn,
And carry on to water. (Water.)
Water, (Water.)
Water, (Water.)
Water, (Water.)

Keep a-movin, Dan,
Don't you listen to him, Dan,
He's the devil, not a man:
Spreads the burning sand with water. (Water.)
Dan, can you see that big, green tree, (Water.)
Where the water's runnin' free? (Water.)
Waitin' there for me and you?

Cool, (Water.)
Clear, (Water.)
Water. (Water.)

Cool, (Water.)
Clear, (Water.)
Water. (Cool, clear, water.)

Water, water dilutes good hooch,
Better used on ones poor pooch,
If no pooch is to be found,
Take the water to your local pound.

Portia:

"The quality of mercy is not strain'd,
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath. It is twice blest:
It blesseth him that gives and him that takes."

Will S., The Merchant Of Venice Act 4, scene 1


....................


'The quality of sound tos administration isn't strained.
It droppeth as a nimble and necessary lightning rod
from heaven upon forums below (placing the onus on
the proper anus) blessing both mod and moderatee.'


-bobby anon



😀

sweet water bubbles
beginning to tickle my toes
before the fish bites


rookie

Water freezes,
Mercury not,
Wind breezes,
So what.

simple poet...
simple poetry...
but to print shakespeare,
cut down a tree...


water, water, everywhere...
dip yer toe in, onna dare...
water snakes abound ya see...
and they swim right in yer underwear...


rookie