POET'S LAIR - Page 9




 
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POET'S LAIR
 
January 2nd, 2008  
Del Boy
 
POET'S LAIR
ELDORADO

by Edgar Allan Poe

Gaily bedight,
A gallant knight,
In sunshine and in shadow,
Had journeyed long,
Singing a song,
In search of Eldorado.

But he grew old -
This knight so bold -
And o'er his heart a shadow
Fell as he found
No spot of ground
That looked like Eldorado.

And, as his strength
Failed him at length,
He met a pilgrim shadow -
'Shadow,' said he,
'Where can it be -
This
land of Eldorado?'

'Over the Mountains
Of the Moon,
Down the Valley of the Shadow,
Ride, boldly ride,'
The shade replied -
'If you seek for Eldorado'



January 3rd, 2008  
The Other Guy
 
 
20,000 miles to an oasis
20,000 years will I burn
20,000 chances I wasted
Waiting for the moment to turn

I would give my life to find it
I would give it all
Catch me if I fall

Walking through the woods I have faced it
Looking for something to learn
30,000 thoughts have replaced it,
Never in my time to return

I would give my life to find it
I would give it all
Catch me if I fall
All alone
Waiting to fall

40,000 stars in the evening
Look at them fall from the sky
40,000 reasons for living
40,000 tears in your eyes

I would give my life to find it
I would give it all
Catch me if I fall

-REM "Texarkana"
January 12th, 2008  
Del Boy
 
DIRTY DEEDS DUN DIRT CHEAP.



Holler ‘ Whiner’ - run away

Live to fight another day.


Holler ‘Racist’ - then turn tail.

Put yourself beyond the pale.



Demonstrated by these ploys,

Empty vessels make most noise.


Chorus : ‘Waltzing Matilda,
Waltzing Matilda’
Etc.& etc.



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POET'S LAIR
January 23rd, 2008  
The Other Guy
 
 
The problem with the kitten is that
eventually, it becomes a cat.

-Ogden Nash
January 24th, 2008  
Del Boy
 


It depends upon the kitten.



TIGER, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?



Wm. Blake.
March 8th, 2008  
Del Boy
 
Vitae Summa Brevis Spem Nos Vetat Incohare Longam.



They are not long, the
weeping and the laughter,
Love and desire and hate;
I think they have no portion
in us after
We pass the gate.


They are not long, the days
Of wine and roses;
Out of a misty dream
Our path emerges for awhile,
Then closes
Within a dream.

By Ernest Dowson 1867-1900
April 12th, 2008  
The Other Guy
 
 
"Lightning Crashes"

lightning crashes, a new mother cries
her placenta falls to the floor
the angel opens her eyes
the confusion sets in
before the doctor can even close the door

lightning crashes, an old mother dies
her intentions fall to the floor
the angel closes her eyes
the confusion that was hers
belongs now, to the baby down the hall

oh now feel it comin' back again
like a rollin' thunder chasing the wind
forces pullin' from the center of the earth again
I can feel it.

lightning crashes, a new mother cries
this moment she's been waiting for
the angel opens her eyes
pale blue colored iris,
presents the circle
and puts the glory out to hide, hide

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SQbAz-cgDR8
May 19th, 2008  
Del Boy
 
The Battle of Tel- El- Kebir

by William McGonagall - renowned as the world's worst poet.



http://www.mcgonagall-online.org.uk/poems/pgkebir.htm
May 19th, 2008  
The Other Guy
 
 
I can't even finish that.
May 20th, 2008  
Del Boy
 
Ha -ha TOG - Mcgonagall strikes again. He is actually very famous, late 19th century, and wrote a great many military poems, although his most famous is probably about the Tay Bridge Disaster. He also has one about Glasgow. I picked this one, Tel -el -Kebir, because in 1954, when I was 19, the battlefield of Tel-el-Kebir was still held by the British, and I served there with the Highland Brigade. According to McGonagall 14000 Highlanders, Irish and other Brits, + Bengal Lancers, defeated 70,000.
He often sold his poems on the streets as broad-sheets, and it is interesting to observe the views of historic matters as seen at that time, mostly from distance.

Last week a collection of his poems was auctioned for 6000 UK +.

He once marched up to Balmoral to beg the Queen to appoint him Poet Laureate, when the incombant died. No luck there!


Here is his New York poem:-


Oh, mighty city of New York, you are wonderful to behold--
Your buildings are magnificent-- the truth be it told--
They were the only thing that seemed to arrest my eye,
Because many of them are thirteen storeys high;
And as for Central Park, it is lovely to be seen--
Especially in the summer season when its shrubberies are green
And the Burns Statue is there to be seen,
Surrounded by trees on the beautiful sward so green;
Also Shakespeare and the immortal Sir Walter Scott,
Which by Scotchmen and Englishmen will never be forgot.
There are people on the Sabbath day in thousands resort--
All lov'd, in conversation, and eager for sport;
And some of them viewing the wild beasts there,
While the joyous shouts of children does rend the air--
And also beautiful black swans, I do declare.
And there's beautiful boats to be seen there,
And joyous shouts of children does rend the air,
While the boats sail along with them o'er Lohengrin Lake,
And fare is 5 cents for children, and adults ten is all they take.
And there's also summer-house shades, and merry-go-rounds
And with the merry laughter of the children the Park resounds,
During the live-long Sabbath day
Enjoying themselves at the merry-go-round play.
Then there's the elevated railroads about five storeys high,
Which the inhabitants can hear night and day passing by;
Of, such a mass of people there daily do throng--
No less than five 100,000 daily pass along;
And all along the city you can get for five cents--
And, believe me, among the passengers there's few discontent.
And the top of the houses are mostly all flat,
And in the warm weather the people gather to chat;
Besides, on the housetops they dry their clothes;
And, also, many people all night on the housetops repose.
And numerous ships end steamboats are there to be seen,
Sailing along the East River water, which is very green--
Which is certainly a most beautiful sight
To see them sailing o'er the smooth water day and night.
And as for Brooklyn Bridge, it's a very great height,
And fills the stranger's heart with wonder at first sight;
And with all its loftiness I venture to say
It cannot surpass the new railway bridge of the Silvery Tay.
And there's also ten thousand rumsellers there--
Oh, wonderful to think of, I do declare!
To accommodate the people of New York therein,
And to encourage them to commit all sorts of sin
And on the Sabbath day ye will see many a man
Going for beer with a big tin can,
And seems proud to be seen carrying home the beer
To treat his neighbours and his family dear.
Then at night numbers of the people dance and sing,
Making the walls of their houses to ring
With their songs and dancing on Sabbath night,
Which I witnessed with disgust, and fled from the sight.
And with regard to New York and the sights I did see--
Believe me, I never saw such sights in Dundee;
And the morning I sailed from the city of New York
My heart it felt as light as a cork.


He was once intent upon acting, but when he played McBeth and came to final scene where he has to die in combat he refused to do so and fought on until his exhausted opponent stopped!



There you have it -the great Mcgonagall himself!
 


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