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  • ISN
    ISN Posts: 1,700
    Lady Largesse....that's you....hehehehehe

    :D
    ....they're asking me to prove why I should be allowed to stay with my baby in Australia, because I'm mentally ill......and they think I should leave......
  • FancyFacade
    FancyFacade Posts: 330
    youre welcome.
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    As I was walking the market road
    by the verge of the growing stone
    Carrying a winesack for my load
    with my good friends Bill and Tone
    I came to a turn that I'd never seen:
    a forked path through a wood
    and I said "It might lead to the market, men:
    By its shape I think it should."

    We walked up the path till the gathering trees
    blocked out the blue of the day
    A hound cried out through the rustling breeze
    and darkness led the way
    Our feet were raw as we dragged along
    and our moans were too weak to be heard
    Knowing by now that the road was wrong
    But too tired to speak a word.

    In the crack of a poplar the sunset bled
    and some raingulls flapped away
    Our stomachs were growling, for none was fed
    in this dismal, wasted day.
    But Bill pointed out as I bowed my head,
    surveying my blistered toes:
    "Look at that cave at the back of the wood
    where the rhodedendron grows!"

    We hurried along with our sack of wine
    to the open mouth of the cave
    and huddled inside where it seemed fine:
    a sheltered night we'd have.
    There were sheep and a fire; we lay down
    all three for a night in the warm:
    Just then a sound like boulders blown
    by godwinds raised in storm.

    Inside the mouth of the cave there came
    A man of ten feet high
    His back was as broad as the deepest dam
    and he had a patch on one eye
    And he came with a flock of the choicest sheep
    and he ushered them in by name:
    We hid back in the cavewall deep
    out of sight of his fireside flame.

    "It's no good hiding, you three fools,"
    He growled as he spun right around:
    "I've only one eye but the greatest of tools
    is my nose, and I soon have you found!"
    He snatched up Bill in his broadening hand
    and proceeded to swallow him whole
    right from the brow to the toenails at end:
    right from the skin to the soul.

    Tone searched his fob for a pointed blade
    As he ran round the Giant’s big frame,
    Skipping like a deer running down a glade
    When a hunter seeks his game.
    He cried, “For what you’ve done with my very best friend,
    Eating him tooth and nail,
    With my dagger I’ll carve you a sorry end
    For my knife-throws never fail.”

    And Tone threw the blade at the Giant’s throat
    But the Giant he ducked and he dodged
    And the knife caught the flank of a nearby goat
    And there it verily lodged.
    The goat gave a bleat and Giant broke down
    With a fat tear from his eye:
    ”My goat is my prize and his life is my own:
    For your vicious act you’ll die.”

    And the Giant made a run with a booming growl:
    The fire threw shapes on the wall,
    And a shadow ate a shadow to the screech of an owl
    And ate it fob and all.
    And I sat still looking eyes to eye
    With the creature who was licking his teeth
    Wondering how I could ever defy
    The big man’s towering wrath.

    Just then like a bolt from the heavens above
    A strategy came to mind:
    I said, “I see those sheep get a lot of love
    For you never leave one behind,
    When you call them in here from a day on the field!
    Your goats get good care too!
    I must confess that I truly yield
    Respect for what you do!”

    The giant he winked and he blinked in a think
    And he set about stroking his chin,
    Then he turned up his face with his cheeks blush-pink
    As he held his breath within;
    Then he nodded and he smiled and sat by my side:
    Beside him I looked like a doll.
    And he laughed, “What you say: well it fills me with pride!
    By the way, my name is Pol.”

    I nodded and cheered, but still all the while
    I thought of a plan of mine,
    And I smiled with a smile of the craftiest guile
    And said, “Would you like some wine?”
    The giant said, “You are a generous soul
    But of wine I don’t partake.
    Still, here, pour a fill in my drinking bowl
    For I’ll drink it for your sake…

    …and when I’ve drunk down, from the cream to the lees,
    Your good aperitif,
    I’ll lift you up with the greatest of ease
    And crush you in my teeth.
    But first I must ask you to pour the wine
    With a good and a spirited aim,
    And I really must ask of this victim of mine:
    What is your title and name?”

    I answered, “A title have I none:
    A market lad am I.
    My name, for sure, it is Noh Wann
    From birth till when I die.”
    The Giant laughed, “Well then, Noh Wann,
    Prepare to meet thy doom!”
    He lifted the bowl and he tipped it down
    To his mouth, as his slurps filled the room.

    With a crash and smash the bowl hit the ground
    And the Giant fell flat on his back,
    And the roof of the cave echoed snoring sound
    As I planned for a swift attack.
    I lifted a log near the blazing fire
    And I pulled out the knife from the goat,
    And I sharpened a point to the width of a wire
    And into the fire’s heat

    I held it until it was white as a swan
    Hissing out at a scavenging dog
    And I drew it out now and at once I began
    To charge fast with my crackling log
    And I plunged the hot point in the unlidded eye
    Of the Giant; I turned the point round
    And his eye popped and bubbled and fizzed by and by
    And the cave filled with clamorous sound.

    The Giant sprang up with a leap like a trout
    On a river in mid July,
    And roared “Ye Gods!” as he scrambled about
    With the log stuck in his eye.
    In an instant I ran for the door of the cave
    But I found to my dismay
    The boulder he’d jammed in its mouth wouldn’t give
    Though I pushed and pushed away.

    My heart in my throat and a sweat on my brow,
    And my hands in a shake and a quiver,
    I turned to the Giant who neared me now
    And thought to let fate deliver.
    Just then, outside, I heard voices call,
    “Is that you making all that noise?
    Are you sure you’re alright in there, brother Pol?
    Do you need any help from the boys?”


    “Noh Wann has stabbed me,” Pol exclaimed,
    “Noh Wann has thieved my sight!
    Noh Wann has left me blind and maimed
    This godforsaken night!”
    “No one has stabbed you?” came a voice
    outside the cave. “Well, then!
    Don’t be making such a noise
    So late this evening, then!”

    The feet of the Giants’ friends outside
    Petered into still.
    The last of the fire’s embers died
    And blackness swallowed all.
    I could hear the Giant crawl on the ground:
    I thought he was feeling for me.
    But then he moaned, “Sheep, dear, make a sound,
    For though I cannot see,

    I’ll lead you out to the meadow at dawn,
    I’ll push the boulder back,
    And you shall graze on the luscious lawn:
    No kindness shall you lack.
    But when I get you, Noh Wann, slave,
    The gates of hell will shout
    'Pity the man though he be a knave!
    Spare him! Let him out!'"


    With that, all passed into deathly calm
    In the black and the chill of my fears
    As I sat in the cave with a knife in my palm
    And my heart in my pounding ears.
    But after what seemed like an age and more
    Of the dark and the Giants’ groans
    The goats went bleat and sheep went baa
    And the Giant shook his bones

    And whispered, “Wait now, my pretty dears;
    For I’ll now let you out!”
    And he blurted out bloodshod eyeless tears
    And felt his way about
    Till he pushed his brutish paws and shoved
    The boulder from the door
    And past his legs, the flocks that he loved
    Went outward, more and more.

    The light streamed into the stretch of the cave
    Where I had spent the night.
    Outside, the sun and fields did thrive
    With summer morning light.
    I lay wrapped around the underbelly of a sheep
    And I gripped as tight as I could
    On its heavy white fleece, so that I could keep
    A camouflage, out to the wood

    And as the sheep walked to the cave’s big door
    I stayed clung to its greasy wool.
    My back caught the stones on the rugged floor
    And the dust stung the scratches cruel.
    Now I and the sheep were about to go
    Through the door to the light and the trees
    But then to my horror and trembling woe
    The Giant got down on his knees

    And he patted the back of the ram and he said
    “You’re the best of the best of the fold.
    I’ll never eat you. Let that promise be said.
    You’ll be here with me when you’re old.”
    I thought that his nose with its smell would deduce
    That my fingers were under his face
    I could feel that my grip on the sheep with its grease
    Was starting to slip and be loose…

    But right then, the goat with the wound made a yelp
    And the Giant scrambled up and away:
    With the Giant inside giving aid of good help,
    Tying round a tight torniquay
    On the flank of the goat... My ram moved on
    And moved us out into the light
    And I soon felt bathed in a raging sun
    That blazed with all its might.

    But all was changed of the woodland scene
    I’d seen the day before;
    This wasn’t the place where I’d known I’d been
    When I'd run in the cavemouth door!
    The trees were gone, the path was straight
    And market men walked on
    And standing by a wooden gate
    Were my friends Bill and Tone.

    “My friends, my friends! How did you flee
    that monster’s biting jowls?
    I saw you torn from neck to knee
    To the howling of the owls!”
    Bill and Tone just scratched their heads
    And looked to the growing stone
    On the turn of the path, with its sign “Here leads
    To madness: walk alone.”

    The moral my friends, the moral of my song
    That I sing to you all today
    Is that even the road that is boring and long
    Is safer than ones that will stray
    But the ones that will stray make you live on your wit
    And in testing you, keep you alive:
    So always go walking the way where you’ll meet
    Little dangers that make you survive.



    (Apologies to Homer, etc)
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    This is how dat wonderful cassia says hello in an email.. I know she won't mind my sharing this :):


    gracias mo tango finsterling spinnerly bon-moting
    and copperbottomly shinedango
    twirlycombintions
    of utterstellar promoportions
    ultracommonlysense since, well
    ya know :)

    ehy voleeys volley sun blue all the beamerly day
    whee twingles and biscuity eyelash crumbs, blinking
    hello



    :D
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    I saw the way you pulled your lips in, tight,
    And almost twitched the muscles near your eyes,
    Half-petrified from drinking through the night.
    I saw the way you recognised the cries
    of her despair as you read through their words
    She'd written down; I saw your throat swell hard,
    Your shoulders tense, as memories like birds
    of prey encircled you. She had your card,
    This writer. She was you and you were her.
    There was only one thing for it, then:
    You must destroy her like a mangy cur
    To kill the rabid, howling fear within
    your own caged soul. I saw the way you railed
    To wipe her out to save yourself. You failed.
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    Not many people know this
    I keep it nice and schtum
    I've got two wings with feathers
    From my shoulders to my bum
    And yes, they are retractable
    I grow them when I care
    They're radar-non-detectable
    So when I hit the air

    I cruise the wide Atlantic
    at a pleasant, gliding pace
    And the journey's quite romantic
    with the seawind on my face
    I cross the broad Americkay
    Until I touch the ground
    Upon this North Pacific bay
    Not far from Puget Sound

    And it's there I find my Juliebird
    with golden plumage, pretty:
    I've winged across the big blue world
    To touch down in the city,
    Emerald greendancing, where
    Love's destination's signed.
    We'll nest together, happy there,
    One soul, one heart, one mind.

    :D
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    Who's mee Jooolie?
    Who's mee Jooooolie?
    Who's mee jewelie?
    Who?

    You're mee Joooolie.
    You're mee jewelie.
    Alluboo troooolie!!!!
    I do!!!


    :):):)
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    I'm stapling my Pasta sonnet here:

    Poem for my friend Pasta

    When I walk three miles out to Horningsea
    and enter through the gentle path that leads
    me through across some farmland, I can see
    in my mind's eye how all this sky that bleeds
    gold upon the flatlands seems to be
    doubled with the view you note each day
    when you rise early: broad light making free
    with ground of earthy beige. Dreams make play
    upon my image of the desert scene
    you see each day: I give your ground some new
    shoots springing from a water stream; bright green
    rushes quiver, gorgeously. Your view
    I would make lifelush without end.
    May these words green your desert now, my friend.

    :)
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    Thanks for letting me keep typing here
    Even if I'm not quite sure I share
    That much. I'm not a moderate old soul:
    I bark, say 'shit' and 'fuck', play know-it-all
    And probably kill more threads than I start.
    If virtuality suggests my heart,
    I want to thank you both: perhaps I can.
    Behind your flatscreen lives blood, flesh and man
    that knows your work: that's me. I do love you
    In my half-stupid fashion. True. I do.

    :)
  • DopeBeastie
    DopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    ha HA! i remember calling myself a thread-killer once... nobody knew what the hell I meant :D
  • DopeBeastie
    DopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    oh... and "Polonius a go-go" would be a KILLER username, :D
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    Originally posted by PastaNazi
    oh... and "Polonius a go-go" would be a KILLER username, :D

    Yeah, but he couldn't go "invisible" behind the curtain links, eh?

    :D

    Lovelovelove

    :)

    That reminds me of a play that builds up to a graveyard scene. Let me go dig. :)
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    While I'm digging, dig this, for beauty!

    :)

    http://www.virginiafairchild.com/Mine-web.jpg
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    I dug. I saw. Do you play conquers?
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    You fix me with the good eye that your missus didn't stab:
    It's slightly bluer than the other one.
    I would escape. Your hand weighs on my shoulder like a slab:
    You roar, "Have one more drink before you're done".

    Not that I was going anywhere just yet at all:
    I've only been inside this pub three hours.
    I say I'll buy the round but you shout "Ballix, it's my call!",
    and you order two good stouts and double Powers.

    You poke at someone's gut as they sit meekly at the bar:
    "Hey, Tony! Did yez know ye're gettin' fat?
    Yez used t' be a streak o' piss, as thin as this cigar!
    How did yez get as feckin' big as that?"

    And Tony doesn't answer, he just juts his chin a bit
    and nods to me "Now HE'S the feckin' lump!"
    It's true: I spy your belly in the mirror. It would sit
    Your pints of Guinness flat down on its bump.

    And when you get your pints you want a top up for the two:
    "Ye've robbed me half a glassful on each one!"
    The barman eyes your bad eye and he glowers, free from view,
    "I'll kick your feckin' arse before I'm done".

    I say, I'm fine. You interject. "You're NOT that feckin' fine!
    If I let them get away with liberties
    They'd have their greedy fingers on each hard earned quid that's mine,
    And yours, as well. Don't grant them feckers ease."

    And as you wave your hands about to demonstrate your point
    You knock your Guinness down in Tony's lap.
    Now, Tony starts to rise up. Broken glass rings through the joint:
    "Ye feckin' ass. Ye're gonna get a slap".

    You run straight out the frontdoor of the bar, your heaving gut
    All wobbling, your pockets spilling change.
    I watch you out the door: You head into the Thug and Mutt
    When you think that you're unseen and out of range.

    * * * * * *

    Yes. That's how I remember you. The pubs you drank in then
    Have gone all brass and Bud, all happy hours
    And cocktail townies. Gone are your whole kind of drinking men
    Who'd spill a pint in verse-inspiring showers.
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    That's how the sky fills the graves up around here.
    That's how the night is so black but so clear.
    That's how you tire from watching for thunder.
    That's how the day's just as long as the year.

    That's how an author dismisses his story.
    That's how a talker halts, with his mouth dry.
    That's how a lover grows silent and weary.
    That's how a poet dies: Wanting to die.
  • Buru
    Buru Posts: 8,473
    Originally posted by FinsburyParkCarrots
    That's how the sky fills the graves up around here.
    That's how the night is so black but so clear.
    That's how you tire from watching for thunder.
    That's how the day's just as long as the year.

    That's how an author dismisses his story.
    That's how a talker halts, with his mouth dry.
    That's how a lover grows silent and weary.
    That's how a poet dies: Wanting to die.

    very nice!
    loved the tone in this :)
    y la banda de Guille... cuando toca?
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    Shadows know beneath the willow bough
    How all this cold ground, closed out from the day
    was where the sun and rain laid deepest. Oh,
    Shadows know how growth's shade brings decay.
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    If you give bootlaces to some people,
    Some day they're going to want your legs
    Because they can't see that their own would be better:
    If they knocked them into shape;
    if they wanted to run away from their own machine-gun fire.

    I'm tired of carrying my wagon about the battleground
    Giving free wares to the wounded of war.
    I have a simple heart and no need to keep on this business
    of handing out my last bandages to people who have their own
    and know how to put them on.

    They'll plunder the wagon when I'm gone but I'm taking my store first.
    They'll make a raft of the tailboard and pretend the sand's an ocean
    Sailing them into more romantic miseries. They'll make a shroud
    of the wagonhood, or blinkers to fit around the sun.
    But I know, somehow, they will never have call for the wheels.
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    days, oh the days of the dayglow, good days oh
    I feel primed in a good summer day oh
    a good summer day oh the dayglow my dyaogirl

    :):):)

    Strength in soft beauty is just so absolutely attractive.