On Wandering Lonely As A Clod

By Ewan

Thu, 25 Mar 2010

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Oh! That we did not write like Owen
Meredith, all tellin', not showin'.
Lines full of Victorian inversion
are plain and simple ode per-verse-ion.

Painful paeans to the loss of trees,
words hand picked from elegies.
Do you write like this by choice,
in a cod-romantic poet's voice?

Please, oh please, desist in this,
some modern vernacular would be bliss:
Byron, Shelley and Keats are great,
their names preceded by 'the late'.

Consume, dear poet, the spirit of the age,
keep twee fairies off the page:
set your rhymes inside seedy bars;
write something featuring motor cars.

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Enjoyed, Dear sir, though my

Permalink Submitted by lenchenelf on Thu, 2010-03-25 09:03

Enjoyed, Dear sir, though my comment be burdened by antiquity :-) tis not merely an inversion when pen takes brief, but fond excursion through poet trails on page or draft. Contemporaries may deem them daft, but sleuth may well reveal the craft or mind of those who've gone before, doodled in the days of yore. Yet, heed the warning 'shown' in 'Tay' 'ware walking the McGonagall way.

Ha, that's better than the

Permalink Submitted by Ewan on Thu, 2010-03-25 09:17

Ha, that's better than the poem!

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Poetry is beyond me, but I

Permalink Submitted by celticman on Thu, 2010-03-25 10:30

Poetry is beyond me, but I get your sentiments, does that count?

"set your rhymes inside

Permalink Submitted by Anna Marie on Fri, 2010-03-26 18:41

"set your rhymes inside seedy bars; write something featuring motor cars." I love it. You made me giggle. Kudos. Great job, Anna

I wondered lonely as a

Permalink Submitted by Mangone on Sat, 2010-03-27 13:53

I wondered lonely as a brick Why my master was in nick He only wanted to get rich quick… The jeweller’s window was too thick.

I like it! It sounds great

Permalink Submitted by PhilS on Sat, 2010-03-27 14:15

I like it! It sounds great when I read it aloud, too. Thanks.

A black guy pulls up in his

Permalink Submitted by Mangone on Sat, 2010-03-27 21:09

A black guy pulls up in his car Sez that he has travelled far He’s looking for a seedy bar. I sez Sorry cannot help you spar. Surely there are some bars near? Only chocolate ones I fear I’ll take a couple - not too dear Cheaper ones are over here. How much is your lager mate? These are cheap they’re out of date They will do. I’ll take a crate. Crates downstairs - can you wait? Ain’t no rush - he said with a wink So off I goes and gets his drink When I get back he sez to me Any chance of another three? Cash or credit I asks him then He asks me if I have a pen Ok if I pay by cheque? Ok if I phone to check? Want some weed? he asks me next Makes me just a little vexed I grow my own - is my reply Then he sez “You wanna die?” The look on your face - he laughs Paying in cash.