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Michael Shepherd



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PostPosted: Sat Sep 20, 2008 12:51 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Didi and Gogo pass the time


Like life.

To some.

Then, lifelike.

To a degree.

But with something of life.

It would need that.

Something living.

In a sense.

Sharing the sense of living.

It would hope to.

Adding something to life.

If that were possible.

Or illuminating life.

For some.

Though not for all.

That would be asking too much.

That goes on living.

If it’s cared for.

Because it lives to care.

Or cares to live.

Because, secretly, it loves life.

Or life knows that love.

Like a poem.

Sometimes.


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[Leaning on Samuel Beckett after closing time]

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David Taylor



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PostPosted: Fri Sep 26, 2008 10:26 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Maffs

"What are you doing Pooh?" Asked Christopher Robin.

"Oh, its maffs", said Pooh.

"What's that Pooh"?

"Well", said Pooh "its like what you told me you do at school,
but it seems a bit diffrent."

"Can I see?"

Pooh put down his pencil and gave Christopher Robin
the honey smeared napkin on which he had written:

1 x 1 = 1
1 / 1 = 1
1 + 1 = 1

"I see" said Christopher Robin,
"but shouldn't one plus one equal two?"
"I know that's what you told me Christopher Robin
but well, I thought;
the first one and the second one are both the same one."
"Yes" said Christopher Robin.
"So if they are both the same you still only have one,
don't you, Christopher Robin?"

Christopher Robin thought for a moment,
how to explain this to Pooh, a bear of little brain?
Who he loved dearly.

"Pooh" said Christopher Robin,
"look at those honey pots on the table,
how many are there?"
"Two" said Pooh, "but they are not the same,
one's small and round and yellow
the other one's bigger and rounder and a diffrent yellow.
And the pots aren't important" said Pooh,
"I only like them 'cause they have honey inside,
and I could take all the honey that's left
and put it in one pot,
which I do on Fridays when I tidy up."

"I see" said Christopher Robin,
"but I don't think Miss Granger at School will like this answer Pooh."

"Does Miss Granger like honey as much as I do Christopher Robin?" Asked Pooh.

"I don't think anyone likes honey as much as you do Pooh" said Christopher Robin.

"And I don't think I like Maths as much as she does" Pooh replied.

"I love you Pooh" said Christopher Robin.
"I love you" said Pooh,
"Is that two loves, Christopher Robin?" Asked Pooh.

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Michael Shepherd



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PostPosted: Tue Sep 30, 2008 3:27 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Mintbright coinwords


On a sunful, funful, easeful sorta cloudwhite, airblue day,
we sat exchanging coinages
in a smileful, timepass way;

quickthink then latersad...
poets know it well :
mindrich, speakful,
make each tongueword tell !


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Michael Shepherd



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PostPosted: Sat Oct 18, 2008 12:52 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

To Charles Bukowski (poet)


Everything about you,
Charles Bukowski (poet)

infuriates me to try
to say something clever about you
that will put you in your place

so that seems a good moment
to shut up


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Michael Shepherd



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PostPosted: Mon Nov 03, 2008 11:02 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

a cummingsy poemish in praise of a poetry seminar


many ways
on Sattwadays
in which to praise

e.g. a rose –
in careful prose;
awe for better
or full worse
in poetry, unjust
in verse..

be it even
heartfelt curse
on mind,
to find

that when, all roses
come and gone,
a tension rested,
paused upon,

and though Observer
comes and goes,
a roseful's still
a noseful rose;

yet, all we met
together where
our somehow knew
a hereful ‘there’..


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PostPosted: Mon Nov 03, 2008 4:24 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

One for Pete


'I play all my country and western music
backwards -

your lover
returns,
your dog
comes back to life
and you cease to be
an alcoholic'


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Linda Smith (no, not that one...)
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Michael Shepherd



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PostPosted: Mon Nov 03, 2008 4:40 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Gertrude Stein Considers Poetry


We asked ourself a question
since no-one else asked it
it was are poems about the poet
or about poetry
or about neither
or about both
and now we had asked this question
we had to answer it and we said
if poetry raises all these questions
the answer must be simply
yes


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[from her writings]
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Michael Shepherd



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PostPosted: Tue Nov 04, 2008 1:36 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Beckett and Pinter discuss Ovid


S You look much the same, Harry
H You don’t look much different, Sam
S Though times change
H They don’t stay the same
S Or perhaps they seem to change
H Or seem to be different
S And we change too
H We’re not quite the same
S Though perhaps they only seem to change because we’ve changed
H Perhaps we’re different and they only seem to change
S On the other hand, perhaps times do change and we only seem to change
H Perhaps we only seem to change because times do change
S Or perhaps both change
H Perhaps neither stay the same
S That would make it difficult to tell
H It wouldn’t be easy
S Perhaps you’ve changed and I don’t notice it
H Or perhaps I’ve changed and you don’t notice it
S I feel mostly the same, though
H I don’t feel much different
S Though in some ways I feel different
H I don’t feel quite the same myself
S Life moves on
H It doesn’t stay the same
S Though I’d know you anywhere
H I can’t imagine not knowing you. Anywhere.
S Our plays change, but the dialogue…don’t you think?
H They are different, but the dialogue…as you say..
S Alive or dead… the play doesn’t change…
H Dead or alive…the play stays much the same, , ,
S Though the dialogue…
H Ah yes, the dialogue…
S Yours, for instance…
H Or indeed, yours…
S That dictum of Ovid…
H Ah yes, Ovid’s dictum...
S So true…
H Not untrue…
S Plus ca change... as they say, Harry...
H... plus ca la meme chose, as they put it, Sam...


(Curtain)


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[for Jerry]

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Michael Shepherd



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PostPosted: Wed Nov 05, 2008 11:05 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Geoff Chaucer reads Tom Eliot


A clerke there was, one Tomas Elyot hight;
‘Stearns’ wasse hys middel name; I think him so;
His gowne a cutte severe, sterne, clericale.
Hie werkéd in a banke; but lyked it not;
Preferring farre to be a publysshere.
Hie telleth of another clerke hys love
(thow sadnesse more thanne love, methinks it were..)
J. Alfred Prufrock wasse thys clerkés name;
Hie lyved in melancholie fasshyion,
Of chepesyde inns and wasteland wyndowes fogged;
Hie wasse so timide and soe fulle of feare,
Hie lyved a narrowe lyfe of caushyonne,
Hie knewe no joye, methinks; hym thoghte hymselfe
But born to serve some lorde in defferrense..

This Elyot’s tale wasse shorte; I hoped itte so;
Methogte hysse lyfe but wasted wayle and woe.


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(for Lamont)
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PostPosted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 4:21 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Cole Porter hits the chatsites


Frat boy,
bratboy,
innuendo chat-boy,
why do girlies fall for you?
You’re really too good to be true –
and it’s true - you’re just not you...

your humdrum face
lacks manly grace;
your ‘slender figure’
's much much bigger;

your cheatin’ heart
has played its part
so what d’you do? you go to
some mag, and steal a photo,

and say you want a ‘long-term’
-but boy, is that the wrong term—

for p’raps the joke’s on you –
she’s doin’ the same thing too!

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but back you go –
you never know,
out there’s a she
for whom you’re He,
the one you’ll give your life for –
(the one you’d leave your wife for..)

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oh you and I are cynics –
but we’ve tried all these gimmicks;
once bitten, and twice shy
they say – but one more try –
we love these crazy antic
s – they’re just so darn romantic!


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Michael Shepherd



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PostPosted: Mon Nov 17, 2008 10:21 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Here's one to brighten your day, from Godfrey Rust, who with his blend of seriousness and humour we have invited to join this Poetry Forum :


The place where socks go

There's a place where socks go
when the washing is done
and the driers have dried
and the spinners have spun
and it's past eight o'clock
and there's no one about
and the launderette's locked—
then the odd socks come out.

There is hosiery here
of each pattern and hue—
some plain, striped or spotted,
some black, red or blue—
some wom only once,
some so old they have formed
to exactly the shape
of the foot they once warmed—

some were brought back from Sock Shops
in airports in France,
some were hideous presents
from matronly aunts—
but in all their variety
one thing is shared:
to the place where socks go
they will not go pre-paired.

Then the odd socks remaining
are placed in the chest
(They must turn up sometime
now where was that vest...?)
and new socks come at Christmas
and birthdays bring more
and the old lie, alone,
at the back of the drawer.

And maybe, one evening
when memory is low,
they too slip away
to the place where socks go
and in silent reunion,
each one with its pair,
they join in the dance
with the other things there—

the letters unanswered,
the calls not returned,
the promises broken,
the lessons not learned,
the lost afternoons,
the appointments unmade,
the best of intentions,
the debts never paid,

and the friends not kept up
and the others let down—
in the ragbag of conscience
they waltz sadly round,
beyond the respite
of the washing machine,
no amount of detergent
can now get them clean

till that day when all laundry
is washed white as snow,
and everyone's tumbled
and soft soap must go,
when nothing is hidden
but all is revealed
and socks shall be holy
and souls shall be healed.


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Godfrey Rust
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Michael Shepherd



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PostPosted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 1:17 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

A verse from the Poohpanishad

(found in an empty hunny jar)

'Unity' is a Concept;
it asks for Serious Thinking;
'not two' is much more praktikul --
like eating this, or drinking..


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Michael Shepherd



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PostPosted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 4:27 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

A Philosophic Reflection -- with thanks to David


I met myself upon the stair
and wondered, was I here or there ?
I asked, but I did not reply;
was Self the silent one; or I?

I met myself again today;
but who I was, I could not say...
I wondered what I thought of me...

(It was a mirror, now I see...)


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Alan Edward Roberts



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PostPosted: Tue Dec 02, 2008 2:52 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Everything happens for a reason ...


The Termite

Some primal termite knocked on wood
And tasted it, and found it good!
And that is why your Cousin May
Fell through the parlor floor today.

Ogden Nash [/u][/b]
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PostPosted: Fri Dec 19, 2008 11:38 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

One about the nature of humour... I've taken some liberties with the enjambment, apologies Robert..

Stand Up Comic

The nationally-famous stand up comic,
with his own television show,
stood on the stage of a local casino
performing dialogues
that told how the audience,
which was mostly of his ethnicity,
was lazy, ignorant, sex-crazed,
addicted to drugs and alcohol,
violent, criminal, abused their children,
and had no culture, cuisine or religion,

while they roared in laughter.
The howls were deafening. It was intense.
I even laughed occasionally
that they were laughing.

But I left with the impression
I had stumbled into some new
form of group therapy.


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Robert M. Wilson
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