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It's interesting: I always liked the simplicity of the haiku. Johnny boy's poems were excellent and one in particular stood out for me. This one:
Detour Walking through the park takes longer. But some things Don't have to be shortcuts.
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Immediately, I thought of a route I often take to drive to Innisfail. Or I request it if my husband or kids are driving.
"Shall we take the scenic route?" I ask. The highway is small, with ranch lands and past The Bowden Penitentiary. Workers from there are often seen walking alongside the small highway for exercise on their lunch breaks.
So Johnny, thanks for this. I'm going to show it to my husband and kids later today.
And now I'll get onto a "Walk Home" poem... Many ideas have crossed my mind on this.
And yes, it's all screenwriting. I have a short script that came from "the gay" thread, but I want to run it through several passes before I submit it.
Who knows what might come out of this Poems thread?!
Do not go wandering Wandering, wandering Do not go wandering Among those leaves green.
Why shant I go there? Go there, go there Why shant I go there What do you mean?
There are great trials for those curious lot You should stay tight Don't go. You should not.
The boy after hearing this Couldn't stop feeling Feeling, Feeling Feeling, feeling
Alive he was feeling What a wonderful thing.
Off then he scooted
--to find Another of curious kind His sister, no dread Not a single wary bone in her Little Brave head Said:
Oh! To go! To go! The adventures we'll know.
And in that instant They both fell distant For their heart had left Their home
Not one foot had walked yet Not even a pinch But with that single thought They had moved a whole inch
And in that moment of thought so great Their whole world moved And the shook did shake
It's shaking. It's shaking. I think our world's breaking. The Little Brave said She said with great dread Where are we now? No home. No bread.
The boy started looking, looking, looking They grew eyes for looking And so they both did
Searching, searching Off they went searching Forgetting that ever They had a place home
Now, now. This is Place Now. Alone and so scary. Though leaves are so green. And here sneaks the sneaker So evil and mean
And then. And then. A flutter now and then. The flutter they find is strange and sublime. It leads them to candy.
Oh candy! Oh Candy! A house made of candy! For tasting, tasting Of testing and tasting and Tasting times ten
Now is the tasting And hearing and being And feeling such life. Times ten, ten times ten and again and again
To heck with the bread. We'll eat this instead. They said. Again, with- out The smallest bit of dread.
And then. And then… As always the way Their easy light spirits Had fallen away.
Fallen, fallen Far away They had fallen
And with this walk And simple talk, They'd fallen far away
Why did you go a wandering? Wandering, wandering? Why did you go a wandering? Among the leaves so green?
The voice was not from home It wasn't like before This was a voice quite wicked A witchy game to score
Scoring, scoring As such a game of scoring That it won't be so boring The fit and fight and warring.
Oh!
They said looking, Looking, looking Looking at the ugliest witch with greenish glowing skin
We will turn 'round And make our way back Back, back We will walk home
You think you might know How this story shall go With the witch caging children An oven on low to make fat and to cook and to eat and To eat, to eat, to eat…
The infinitive eat
Part-i-cip-al-y eating is what brought this meeting Of witch and of child And of tales in the wild
But what ends it is pleasure And what does witchy do? Neatly she conjures A new witchy brew
She travels out back to the end of her lot, Leading the children In words and in thought
Not a single step Do any of them take But walking, walking On they go walking
To the edge of the lot To look on onward onward, onward towards and it might be behind Because thought It is always a curious kind
And the witch she turns over A single leaf of green And turns into the most beautiful lady you've seen
Shechina, shechina Her name it is Shechina And she tells them a story, a story A story A story beginning So soulful and slow
Out there past the Wellbrook And through the wide trellis No-- don't go there, near the Bitter falls
She points, pointing Her graceful finger pointing Pointing, pointing Pointing at it all Especially to West With sound and jest of Piper's call Ignore the call The calling, the calling It's like this crazy calling
She says and said Without the smallest hint of dread
Over there are the crashers The hobgoblins and rue muckers There is the best and the worst And it's high and it's wide A very rough ride
Stay here, my dear
For here is your home For I am with you and You're not alone
Do not go wandering, wandering wandering Do not go wandering Among those leaves green.
Some one cooler than me? I think you jest, Tommyp I'm the coolest dude around this site Jeff's smoking jacket Might've cost a packet But does it help him sleep at night?
No one's cooler than me Ask anyone, see? Every one will nod and grin I'm Simply so cool I'm nobody's fool Sigh, my poetry has sucked again...
Anticipation increased, I do shiver while I wait, in lie, at the merest thought that someone… No way that I will be undone while there remains a chance to try.
I’m sure by now you’re asking why I care about this other guy Does it matter who will have won? Anticipation increased.
Temperature decreased and I do shiver while I wait and sigh. Why do this if it isn’t fun? How I long for a ray of sun, but coolest will I be or die. Anticipation increased.
Every one's after the coolest cool And I believe Stevie who's nobody's fool While his avatar sings a Hard Days Night They're the fabest And totally Out of sight
With a Rubber Soul They Rock and Roll Put Humpty together And make him whole
As a matter of fact I think that they can make Even Voldemart dance And do the Hippy Shake
They wrote a Religion of Let it Be And Love is the answer and Please Please Me
They Twist and Shout And Nowhere Man He's living in Shiva If you can handle the land
Of Primitives and Serpents And Blasters even The plot is lost But then so is Hell freezin'
Never-the-less The subject is changed The thing about things As they're sorted-arranged Is that life is like a box of chocolates And sometimes deranged...
So like I was sayin' 'Bout Blasters and such They'z not as cool As The Soul Shadows touch
They'z not be as cool As Tanis be In the Alcove with treasures With secrets to see
Now they'z be cool She'll tell you 'twixt and 'twain You might do well to listen With your troubled little brain...
For the demons that haunt you And dog you day and night The blasted compulsion Of writing it right
But what am I saying Or trying to say Well there goes poor Sandra Her words led astray But as I type frantic I think I'm losing steam
The Beatles are one of the coolest bands That I have ever seen.
Not too happy about my poem at all. I don't really want to post it, but I will. The rhythms are all messed up and it's sterotypical. But oh well.
Life isn’t actually a game, Yet some treat it as such. When it gets too tough, they are to blame, They falter when life gets a little bit too much.
There is no such thing, As being number one, Partying hard leaves a sting, Someone insert here, a pun.
You can’t rule the world, So don’t even try ,just be strong and true, We are all just waiting to be held, Because there’s always someone cooler than you.
Every one's after the coolest cool And I believe Stevie who's nobody's fool While his avatar sings a Hard Days Night They're the fabest And totally Out of sight
With a Rubber Soul They Rock and Roll Put Humpty together And make him whole
As a matter of fact I think that they can make Even Voldemart dance And do the Hippy Shake
They wrote a Religion of Let it Be And Love is the answer and Please Please Me
They Twist and Shout And Nowhere Man He's living in Shiva If you can handle the land
Of Primitives and Serpents And Blasters even The plot is lost But then so is Hell freezin'
Never-the-less The subject is changed The thing about things As they're sorted-arranged Is that life is like a box of chocolates And sometimes deranged...
So like I was sayin' 'Bout Blasters and such They'z not as cool As The Soul Shadows touch
They'z not be as cool As Tanis be In the Alcove with treasures With secrets to see
Now they'z be cool She'll tell you 'twixt and 'twain You might do well to listen With your troubled little brain...
For the demons that haunt you And dog you day and night The blasted compulsion Of writing it right
But what am I saying Or trying to say Well there goes poor Sandra Her words led astray But as I type frantic I think I'm losing steam
The Beatles are one of the coolest bands That I have ever seen.
Sandra
wow, that is awesome stuff, Sandra! love it. hey tommy, this is fun, man!