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realmeanmotorscutor
* Dog in the Sand *
USA
1764 Posts |
 Posted - 10/14/2003 : 17:11:39
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I'm sure many of you fine people write some great poetry or prose pieces, don't you? Post them here. I'd love to see what some of you guys can do although I suppose posting some of yout favorite poems would be ok too. Hope some of you like sharing your stuff and this thread won't be a big failure.
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Thomas
* Dog in the Sand *
USA
1615 Posts |
Posted - 10/15/2003 : 05:08:04
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Fleas
Adam
Had 'em
Thomas
"Our love is rice and beans and horses lard" |
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realmeanmotorscutor
* Dog in the Sand *
USA
1764 Posts |
Posted - 10/15/2003 : 11:48:50
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Hey, where'd the other post go?? I saw a legit poem here this morning but had to run out for class and couldn't read it. Was it original? Did the author chicken out and delete it? C'mon, I knew there wouldn't be a hell of a lot of interest in this but surely there are some brave souls out there.
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Cult_Of_Frank
= Black Noise Maker =
Canada
11687 Posts |
Posted - 10/15/2003 : 12:16:35
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I saw it too, it was a song. Don't know if it was original or not, but was about the collapsing of the sun on the surface. I get the feeling that it's a metaphor for some catastrophic event in the guy's life ( or maybe I'm coloured because I have at least one song where the sun is the bad guy :) ), but it's hard to say with nothing to look at.
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apl4eris
~ Abstract Brain ~
USA
4800 Posts |
Posted - 10/15/2003 : 12:38:45
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Yep, I saw it too. Strange that they removed it - it was nice.
John Bigboote! Look! They have Sweet n Low! |
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Cult_Of_Frank
= Black Noise Maker =
Canada
11687 Posts |
Posted - 10/15/2003 : 16:02:19
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Heh, I was looking through an old thread relating to the art of FB.Net and I thought that I'd post this rather ridiculous 'poem' of mine that I put up there to get the ball rolling:
McBain: Let's Get Silly
My cat was neutered, some time ago
His face was white, white as snow
When the colour slowly came back
It was a rainbow instead of black.
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realmeanmotorscutor
* Dog in the Sand *
USA
1764 Posts |
Posted - 10/15/2003 : 17:11:17
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haha, thanks CoF.
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Safe In This Skylife
- FB Fan -
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Posted - 10/16/2003 : 08:20:21
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Oh alright...i might have chickened out...i posted the lyrics to a song of mine called "herzsprung-russell"...it's a song about the death of a star (both types of star) and the cult of b-list celebrity.
Thirty years in showbiz and i think i'm close to death
(i've got no regrets)
It went out on the tannoy as i took my final breath
(goodnight and god bless)
Goodbye
Say goodbye to the rays
Goodbye
All stars burn out some day
The canonballs exploded and the casket wore a flag
(funerals are such a drag)
The Last Will and the Testament made all the glossy mags
(this exposure can't be bad)
Goodbye
Say goodbye to the rays
Goodbye
All stars burn out some day
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apl4eris
~ Abstract Brain ~
USA
4800 Posts |
Posted - 10/16/2003 : 08:55:04
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I wrote this on July 26, 2001, the date and subject matter are the only redeeming qualities IMHO. It kinda freaked me out when I remembered it much later...I don't mind if anybody feels the need to tear it apart - I don't claim to be a poet! ;)
On the plane sitting in the bulkhead looking back at the ground
those others
facing forward to the future
but if we crash I look into the future
I can freeze and sink always
I can smoke and spin
things can shift, you tell yourself
I say I have to pretend but with good intentions
make it so
even if
even if
continental drift
all those planes casting their nets over the world
I'm sitting in the bulkhead
so many permutations, no metaphor in nature other than a cancer
sense is made
by the governance of predators
by predators
bright tunnels in water and dirt...whose time are we on?
did somebody float away
did I miss my flight
Whose cold laws
travel that cold light
Orange buoy, where I live
see the stars at night
the day is hot and fearful strange
sick, stars mean nothing
a glance
moment at dawn
soft air
pressure
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Cult_Of_Frank
= Black Noise Maker =
Canada
11687 Posts |
Posted - 10/16/2003 : 08:58:54
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Alright, so apparently all I remembered was the chorus. I don't much care for the first verse, or more particularly the first line, but other than that it's quite enjoyable even on its own (i.e. without music). I like "the casket wore a flag", very visual, very dark, probably my favourite part of the whole thing. But I'm a little strange. :)
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cindy lou
- FB Fan -
141 Posts |
Posted - 10/16/2003 : 09:59:36
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| nice one apl4eris! |
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Cult_Of_Frank
= Black Noise Maker =
Canada
11687 Posts |
Posted - 10/16/2003 : 10:07:59
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I likes it, I likes it. I've got no picking to be done.
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apl4eris
~ Abstract Brain ~
USA
4800 Posts |
Posted - 10/16/2003 : 10:17:16
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| Oh wow! Thank you so much! I didn't expect any positive responses at all. :) I am truly humbled... |
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realmeanmotorscutor
* Dog in the Sand *
USA
1764 Posts |
Posted - 10/16/2003 : 10:24:08
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good job all. Thanks for reposting Skylife. What happened the first time?
Apl, given the date that is a bit freaky.
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the swimmer
* Dog in the Sand *
USA
1602 Posts |
Posted - 10/16/2003 : 11:59:08
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The bread fell off the counter
and crumbled on the floor
the ants picked up the pieces
and marched on out the door
the bluejays ate the buffet
of black ants in a line
then flew into the window
that had fooled them with it's shine
which startled my dog, Ruby,
who then howled her beagle howl
and made me slip out of the shower
while reaching for a towel
and as I laid there for a moment
trying hard to catch my breath
I saw how far I was from living
and how close I was to death.
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realmeanmotorscutor
* Dog in the Sand *
USA
1764 Posts |
Posted - 10/20/2003 : 23:41:56
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Ok, I couldn't let this go to the 2nd page with so few contributions, sorry. If people really don't want to post original work hows about posting something from your favorite poet? I love being exposed to new poets and all you have to do is find it online, copy & paste. Hell, go to plagiarist.com, there's a ton of stuff there. I'll start tomorrow with an Alden Nowlan but for now I must get some sleep.
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rockathon
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241 Posts |
Posted - 10/21/2003 : 05:47:39
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the tuba busker
on the way to work this morning,
busking in a bustling train station,
a big fat tuba player
playing "Till There Was You" |
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rockathon
- FB Fan -
241 Posts |
Posted - 10/21/2003 : 05:51:23
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| so what do I win? |
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Bartholomew
= Cult of Ray =
USA
344 Posts |
Posted - 10/21/2003 : 06:10:43
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| Very weird I was thinking of posting this exact same thing yesterday, except I was going to go for a short story slant. That's what I write anyway. Was going to see if anyone else does the same. Let me find a short one and post it. Just a minute. |
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rockathon
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241 Posts |
Posted - 10/21/2003 : 06:12:29
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| about a tuba busker? |
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Scarla O
= Cult of Ray =
United Kingdom
947 Posts |
Posted - 10/21/2003 : 06:44:10
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I very much like this one by M Shanahan:
I came late
to the cinema
that is Love.
I missed the trailers,
had no time to get
refreshments,
had no choice
but to take a lousy
seat and
- crucially -
missed some early
essence
of plot.
As a result,
when the movie ends
I know I will not have understood
a damned thing.
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Safe In This Skylife
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Posted - 10/21/2003 : 06:48:07
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Nice one Scarla...that sounds slightly Bukowski-esque.
This is one is called 'Dial R For Revolution'
My best friend blamed old Saturn
for his journey down to earth
on a hundred-storey elevator
that should have stopped at the first
And you know that I don't like goodbyes
because they always turn out wrong
"You can call the operator
if you miss me when I'm gone"
When the lights went out police warned
that it wasn't just double-bluff
and if the people wanted revolution
things could could get pretty rough
So I called the operator
but the operator was in shock
"if you need someone to speak to
call the talking clock."
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apl4eris
~ Abstract Brain ~
USA
4800 Posts |
Posted - 10/21/2003 : 07:32:00
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an inverted haiku (by me):
japanese words translated
dog spring fascist sun
light wind over shining stone
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Here's one I found accidentally. I can't figure out why, but I like it:
Three Paintings
Samrat Upadhyay
I
A lighthouse by the highway
with the horizon red
is not my kind of painting.
The wood is too dark,
and the people inside
cannot be seen.
I would rather fix my eyes
at the yellow streak sitting
like a happy brush
at the right hand corner.
Not much to be seen here, really.
The wire pole at the center
slightly taller than the sky
has no birds,
the ground seems unclear--
a jumbling of dark mud.
That's why I keep staring.
II
In the room by the sea
no music can get through.
The sea has no music, only water,
and water knows no sound.
We cannot know what we already are.
III
In the city the lights are dim.
No, there is no mourning; someone
cut off the main wire,
now the old woman
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Cult_Of_Frank
= Black Noise Maker =
Canada
11687 Posts |
Posted - 10/21/2003 : 08:47:27
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Rockathon, this is a fantastic line: "busking in a bustling station". Seriously, it's awesome.
Bill, I enjoyed your story quite a bit. Have you ever read anything from Hawthorne? In particular, Young Goodman Brown. That's my favourite short story of all time, I love the complexity of his writing and all the subtext. Anyway, I was trying to decide if the narrator was a serial killer or whether there was some discontinuity since the body in this particular reserve had obviously been there a long time and then I went back and reread the "don't leave them alone" part and that was that. Gave me a chill. Kind of like when I got to the "magotty white" - I stopped and said, I'm not going to like what's coming next, that's some awful imagery, shivered and kept going. It's just a bit of a shock after all that pastoral stuff. Not that I'm a writer or trying to criticize or anything, you sort of hit us over the head with the meaning of the story. I might end it "cupped loosely around the stalk." And maybe the first line of the last paragraph too. Again, just an opinion of a reader, not meant to be anything more.
Anyway, I'm glad to see this thread flourishing, keep 'em coming. I like the apocalyptic feel of the poem you posted, apl. Plus the concept is pretty cool.
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rockathon
- FB Fan -
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Posted - 10/21/2003 : 09:05:29
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| why thank you very much, it's a true story too, happened this morning, too bad it wasn't a bus station |
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Bartholomew
= Cult of Ray =
USA
344 Posts |
Posted - 10/21/2003 : 09:25:50
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| Thanks Cult of Frank. No, I’ve never read anything by Hawthorne. But I’m always looking to discover new authors. I’ll have to check that story you mentioned out. |
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Cult_Of_Frank
= Black Noise Maker =
Canada
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realmeanmotorscutor
* Dog in the Sand *
USA
1764 Posts |
Posted - 10/21/2003 : 10:28:59
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Hey thanks everyone. Young Goodman Brown is indeed good. I really enjoyed your poem apl.
CoF, didn't you post one? Where'd it go? Posts seem to mysteriously disappear here.
Here's on by Alden Nowlan. I had wanted to post "He Sits Down on the Floor of a School for the retarded, but I couldn't find it - maybe later.
An Exchange of Gifts
As long as you read this poem
I will be writing it.
I am writing it here and now
before your eyes,
although you can’t see me.
Perhaps you’ll dismiss this
as a verbal trick,]
the joke is you’re wrong;
the real trick
is your pretending
this is something
fixed and solid,
external to us both.
I tell you better:
I will keep on
writing this poem for you
even after I’m dead.
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realmeanmotorscutor
* Dog in the Sand *
USA
1764 Posts |
Posted - 10/21/2003 : 10:31:14
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paint-map moon - no face
feeds my dissimilar taste
but this is nature
painted sky - no sun
clears up haze until you're done
but this is life
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rockathon
- FB Fan -
241 Posts |
Posted - 10/21/2003 : 10:35:58
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I;ve always liked this ee cummings poem, it gives me a boner
e. e. cummings - she being Brand (XIX)
she being Brand
-new;and you
know consequently a
little stiff i was
careful of her and(having
thoroughly oiled the universal
joint tested my gas felt of
her radiator made sure her springs were O.
K.)i went right to it flooded-the-carburetor cranked her
up,slipped the
clutch(and then somehow got into reverse she
kicked what
the hell)next
minute i was back in neutral tried and
again slo-wly;bare,ly nudg. ing(my
lev-er Right-
oh and her gears being in
A 1 shape passed
from low through
second-in-to-high like
greasedlightning)just as we turned the corner of Divinity
avenue i touched the accelerator and give
her the juice,good
(it
was the first ride and believe i we was
happy to see how nice she acted right up to
the last minute coming back down by the Public
Gardens i slammed on
the
internalexpanding
&
externalcontracting
brakes Bothatonce and
brought allofher tremB
-ling
to a:dead.
stand-
;Still)
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Cult_Of_Frank
= Black Noise Maker =
Canada
11687 Posts |
Posted - 10/21/2003 : 10:50:55
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quote:
Originally posted by realmeanmotorscutor
Hey thanks everyone. Young Goodman Brown is indeed good. I really enjoyed your poem apl.
CoF, didn't you post one? Where'd it go? Posts seem to mysteriously disappear here.
I did, but it was strictly to help get this thread rolling. That having been accomplished, I took it back down. It was actually a telling of Young Goodman Brown in prose instead of short story, trying to use a lot of the same techniques that Hawthorne used (except in poetry) as well as some subtle tricks I picked up from poets like Coleridge and others. Plus add my own interpretation of the story's meaning in there.
There's actually a song that this goes along with though, and it's not really published/finished yet, so that's why I took it down once things got rolling. It feels incomplete without the music being out there too.
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realmeanmotorscutor
* Dog in the Sand *
USA
1764 Posts |
Posted - 10/21/2003 : 12:32:46
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I see, well thanks for helping to get things going again. Just read this today and really liked it.
Snake
A snake came to my water-trough
On a hot, hot day, and I in pyjamas for the heat,
To drink there.
In the deep, strange-scented shade of the great dark carob tree
I came down the steps with my pitcher
And must wait, must stand and wait, for there he was at the trough before me.
He reached down from a fissure in the earth-wall in the gloom
And trailed his yellow-brown slackness soft-bellied down, over the
edge of the stone trough
And rested his throat upon the stone bottom,
And where the water had dripped from the tap, in a small clearness,
He sipped with his straight mouth,
Softly drank through his straight gums, into his slack long body,
Silently.
Someone was before me at my water-trough,
And I, like a second-comer, waiting.
He lifted his head from his drinking, as cattle do,
And looked at me vaguely, as drinking cattle do,
And flickered his two-forked tongue from his lips, and mused a moment,
And stooped and drank a little more,
Being earth-brown, earth-golden from the burning bowels of the earth
On the day of Sicilian July, with Etna smoking.
The voice of my education said to me
He must be killed,
For in Sicily the black, black snakes are innocent, the gold are venomous.
And voices in me said, If you were a man
You would take a stick and break him now, and finish him off.
But must I confess how I liked him,
How glad I was he had come like a guest in quiet, to drink at my water-trough
And depart peaceful, pacified, and thankless,
Into the burning bowels of this earth?
Was it cowardice, that I dared not kill him?
Was it perversity, that I longed to talk to him?
Was it humility, to feel so honoured?
I felt so honoured.
And yet those voices:
If you were not afraid, you would kill him!
And truly I was afraid, I was most afraid,
But even so, honoured still more
That he should seek my hospitality
From out the dark door of the secret earth.
He drank enough
And lifted his head, dreamily, as one who has drunken,
And flickered his tongue like a forked night on the air, so black,
Seeming to lick his lips,
And looked around like a god, unseeing, into the air,
And slowly turned his head,
And slowly, very slowly, as if thrice adream,
Proceeded to draw his slow length curving round
And climb again the broken bank of my wall-face.
And as he put his head into that dreadful hole,
And as he slowly drew up, snake-easing his shoulders, and entered farther,
A sort of horror, a sort of protest against his withdrawing into
that horrid black hole,
Deliberately going into the blackness, and slowly drawing himself after,
Overcame me now his back was turned.
I looked round, I put down my pitcher,
I picked up a clumsy log
And threw it at the water-trough with a clatter.
I think it did not hit him,
But suddenly that part of him that was left behind convulsed in
undignified haste,
Writhed like lightning, and was gone
Into the black hole, the earth-lipped fissure in the wall-front,
At which, in the intense still noon, I stared with fascination.
And immediately I regretted it.
I thought how paltry, how vulgar, what a mean act!
I despised myself and the voices of my accursed human education.
And I thought of the albatross,
And I wished he would come back, my snake.
For he seemed to me again like a king,
Like a king in exile, uncrowned in the underworld,
Now due to be crowned again.
And so, I missed my chance with one of the lords
Of life.
And I have something to expiate:
A pettiness.
-- D. H. Lawrence
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apl4eris
~ Abstract Brain ~
USA
4800 Posts |
Posted - 10/21/2003 : 12:46:23
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hey meanmotor - that was wonderful - I never thought I liked D.H. Lawrence until this poem. I thought it was beautiful - Until I saw who wrote it at the end I thought it was Kipling...
I'm wondering, why are some people's posts getting posted twice lately? I've seen it happen several times in the past few days. Is it just me? Is it just a coincidence? |
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realmeanmotorscutor
* Dog in the Sand *
USA
1764 Posts |
Posted - 10/21/2003 : 13:13:58
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Thanks apl. that was my fault, I went to post then pressed stop cause I needed to add a couple of things. I though I caught it in time but I guess not, should be gone now. Was it me who you've seen posting twice lately or just random people?
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apl4eris
~ Abstract Brain ~
USA
4800 Posts |
Posted - 10/21/2003 : 13:16:38
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| Um, random people, and just then you. I saw someone in the FB Live forum mention double posts too. creepy. Maybe we're all just so fervent these days we're all tripping over our posts! :) |
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glacial906
* Dog in the Sand *
USA
1738 Posts |
Posted - 10/22/2003 : 00:24:14
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'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand;
Long time the manxome foe he sought,
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood a while in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the Tulgey Wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with it's head
He went galumphing back.
"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabious day! Calloh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.
Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves
And the mome raths outgrabe.
-Lewis Carroll; Through the Looking Glass
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