To: LaDivaLoca; Kathy in Alaska; Old Sarge; Radix; 68-69TonkinGulfYatchClub; tomkow6; SouthernHawk; ...
Of Beer and Beethoven
Of beer and Beethoven I know not since my lot is that of a fair maiden country lass, with lots o sass with golden locks, simple frocks for tending flocks of butterflies and cattails wild, and pollywogs with half a tail....
And trains running on skinny rails wails of wolves in the glens and brown and white and speckled hens of crying out for fear of wrens brightly spangled fighting hens and screams making the blood run cold from down the hollow blowing heat and sweat ... in saunas old covered with mould
And where is your loyality you may ask... It's freedom, it's mine no renegade I... nor gaunt, nor dead nor spit in the eye Like silent partners roaming in fields of clover these poets hover over this place known
I am the poet whose voice doth sing and fly with dragons in the sky Stand me near the perpheral rim and I will fly with him.... sprinkle diamonds in the night hold him dear in our flight, or yes hold him dear in our flight
bentfeather a/k/a MHL Copyright © 2003 All Rights Reserved
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To: bentfeather
Goood night bentfeather
304 posted on
08/20/2003 8:02:03 PM PDT by
fatima
(Jim,Karen,We are so proud of you.Thank you for all you do for our country.4th ID)
To: bentfeather
Handsome devil, that Beethoven fella. Lovely musing, ms feather. Thanks for sharing.
320 posted on
08/20/2003 9:09:15 PM PDT by
Kathy in Alaska
(God Bless America and Our Military Who Protect Her)
To: bentfeather; Kathy in Alaska; All
Well surf over to Jersrelum Post wire they report IDF commando are lay smackdown on Ramallah area and surrounded Arafat HQ in Ramallah
OOPS maybe bomb that bus wasn't good idea eh
323 posted on
08/20/2003 9:44:13 PM PDT by
SevenofNine
(Not everybody in it for truth, justice, and the American way=Det Lennie Briscoe)
To: bentfeather
I love this poem!!! Wonderful job, bentfeather.
Did I read somewhere that you're having a book published? (The poem triggered a "sorta" memory. Sorry but I've been having a foggy few days again and haven't read all of all threads -- and the stuff I "skim" often goes in one eye and out the other.) ;)
333 posted on
08/20/2003 10:16:46 PM PDT by
Fawnn
(I think therefore I'm halfway there....)
To: bentfeather
Thank you so much for your wonderful poem!! *HUGS*
To: bentfeather; Old Sarge; Radix; Brad's Gramma; LindaSOG; Kathy in Alaska; All
I see that the new thread is up, but I haven't moved beyond your poem. Want to share some thoughts it triggered.
It made me think of:
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
by T.S. Eliot
"But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen..." <-- I've often said that that line was a prophetic one about the Internet. (Your poem triggered memories of other lines from that poem, but I just wanted to point that part out.) ;)
At the same time, it made me think of Gramma and Don Marchis' archy and, specifically, mehitabel:
I have had my ups and downs
but wotthehell wotthehell
yesterday sceptres and crowns
fried oysters and velvet gowns
...
but there is nothing I really regret
wotthehell wotthehell
there s a dance in the old dame yet....
I included old sarge and Radix on this post because the picture in post #281 made me think of:
Windy Nights
by Robert Louis Stevenson
From Child's Garden of Verses
Whenever the moon and stars are set,
Whenever the wind is high,
All night long in the dark and wet,
A man goes riding by.
Late in the night when the fires are out,
Why does he gallop and gallop about?
Whenever the trees are crying aloud,
And ships are tossed at sea,
By, on the highway, low and loud,
By at the gallop goes he.
By at the gallop he goes, and then
By he comes back at the gallop again.
(I've always loved the cadence of that poem!)
352 posted on
08/20/2003 10:41:43 PM PDT by
Fawnn
(I think therefore I'm halfway there....)
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