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“I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree”
Joyce Kilmer
I doubt if I have ever found
A poem faithful as a hound
Nor one, if it should come to that,
Which catches mice quite like a cat
I wouldn’t think you’d ever get
A poem useful as a vet
I think that I shall never read
A poem tenacious as a weed
I’m sure that I would seek in vain
A poem that wrecks your hair like rain
It seems that there is quite a dearth
Of poems global as the Earth
Not many folks around can make
A poem nutritious as a steak
I could not borrow, steal or beg
A poem that scrambles like an egg
Sadly, I often seem to meet
A poem sickly as a sweet
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65 comments:
I doubt that I will ever find
A site so suited to my mind
A site that all so often makes
Me laugh so much my body aches.
Thanks for this one Zeph.
what's cooking zeph? steak and eggs for breakfast...not bad at all-
Steak and egg poetry, it's a new movement:)
Delighted to make you laugh, Mimi!
He He, eh?
most entertaining Seth and it's so true, however...
I have seen poems cock a leg
turn up their nose at perfectly good tuna
and look average in white coats
I've seen them get in the cracks between paving stones
make my hair stand on end
and go all the way around the world before they make their point
there are odes that get stuck in my teeth
and many that scramble my brain
but for all those that curdle my belly
and make me run for the Listerine
there's always the scrumptious golden crusted waffles
of our very own rose Zephirine!
Many Thanks!
ola, file running for listerine de canard,is this what you call:food for thoughts?
ola G, just an amuse gueule for Zeph's fine entree a tete
Aw, shucks... why Mr File, you're too kind..
Is an amuse gueule the poetic equivalent to an amuse bouche?
the thing is mimi, with a good amuse gueule chances are you're getting an amused bouche
Did someone say waffles?
Are you accusing me of waffling, Offle?
Waffles with maple syrup?
No, I'm just getting hungry. I was going to write something witty and rhymy in appreciation, but Filou has done it beaucoup mieux that I ever could.
The music is quite nice, but is it 8 or 9, or both? Is it pome or po-em? I suck at scansion.
You could always sate yourself on yellow custard by popping over to the Corner and reading my latest.
It should be po-em but I've cheated quite often.
Here's the original, you'll see that it's strictly tumty tumty tumty tum, which is part of what makes it so annoying, I find.
Joyce Kilmer. 1886–1918
Trees
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth's flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
too doggone good zephie
I'll have something special on my waffles now please... (but not too sweet thats all...) and not some cat or dog with fleas...
and like an invasive plant bottled and washed up on the poet's salty shore
our hunger announces to us rain-dishevelled world travellers; shipwrecked and poor)
that if we wait with flowers at the old stagedoor
we may yet taste the fare da da da d a da ....(couldn't fine a rhythm sorry... brain scrambled - wanted to end the line with 'evermore')
no I think you are correct Zeph my dear,
I doubt that I will ever see
a poem that fulfills, (that is one writ by me...)
my needs for a universal panacea...
ooooh that's bad...
Nah, doc, 's free verse innit?
There are poems and pomes - we love them all. I'm put in mind of both McGonagall and Strong.
I choose Strong to share - you can all find The Bridge of the Silvery Tay for yourselves.
The Mudjokivis
He killed the noble Mudjokivis,
With the skin he made him mittens,
Made them with the fur side inside,
Made them with the skin side outside,
He, to get the warm side inside,
Put the inside skin side outside.
He, to get the cold side outside,
Put the warm side fur side inside.
That's why he put the fur side inside,
Why he put the skin side outside
Why he turned them inside outside.
Is panacea an invasive plant?
If you stew it, can you spread it on your waffles?
Does Mimi's article mut the custard?
Oh and Zeph, I think there's a typo in your quote, it's "only Dog can make a tree", lol.
Offie - I can only know if I mut the custard if you comment on the GOAT.
Mimi, even though the thought of you white-knuckle-riding your sofa to a soundtrack of rubber friction is quite appealing, I tend to steer well clear of goats these days. (An unfortunate misunderstanding in Ireland years ago, you see, which led to all sorts of recriminations and unsavoury comments which I'd rather not draw attention to, and no, in all this time, she hasn't written.)
Offy - I just misread Ireland as Iceland and I'm afraid my thoughts wandered off to you and Bjork, in that swan costume, in your lagoon.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RnEJUio2DiE
-this is not a bi-ling.Pun alert!-
offie,correction of your correction:
Only Dog can make a three.
holly T.
Only Dog can make a holly trinity but lots of other things can make threes, such as the three card trick, the three little pigs, non-lucky clover leaves, and Ravel's piano trio, to name but a few.
bravo,c'est tri bien Zeph.
C'est même tri marrant.
hey, bonjour tri stress.
c'est tri logic
Et trois aussi, Monfils.
No more Triviality on this blog please.
..ah, but Professor, we have a triple trivial rendezvous...
Great film, Zeph, I love the dynamic dog.
Yes, indeed, one of the great dogs in film history.
Along with this fellow:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v8NXw-2czc0
Too many dogs in this show. Here's some balance - of the feline kind.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h4guRiNZLGQ&feature=related
Confusingly, perhaps, the coolest cat of all is a bear.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9ogQ0uge06o&feature=related
And I think he'd agree with me that you can't scratch your back properly against a poem.
He's certainly the coolest, but these are the most truly cattish.
I found a cat as lovely as a tree!!
http://www.telestereo.com/Archivos/video.html
And I've found a tree-eating cat, how strange is that?
http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xnsx_bonsai-cat
A cat in a tree (at 4:29)
I enjoyed this pome muchly, zeph.
One different kind of Cat, lots of furry creatures, and a few memories, probably.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XjdVOfnYkyA
quand le chat n'est pas la les souris
dancent.......
Doc, that lion is adooorable! Offie, the tree-eating cat is probably going to be violently sick on the floor at the end of the clip:)
Maman Michelle, well, they'd be pretty dumb to dance while the cat is there, non?
Munni, I started to watch the clip which looked very interesting but when I went back to watch the rest it seems to have disappeared? down the rabbit-hole maybe.
Offie#2... ah, hippy daze...
Zeph, the clip I posted is there now. I can't watch the one Doc posted though. Computers, they are funny things sometimes.
(I just tried to make a bilingual pun about mice and smiles, but I'm not clever enough this early in the morning).
souris,petite,souris......click!
miaou, my souris is gone....
Never mind the souris. Mes oiseaux have gone!
les oiseaux, c'est le beurre de Normandie.
Not la vache qui rit then?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S842zHIA25w
And yes, I am softening you up for more on Le Tour!
Yeah, Doc's lion is ultra-cool. I'm not showing that clip to little Offspring, though, she'd want one for Christmas.
I showed Doc's lion to the smallest fur. She said: That's me!
So deluded.
One of my cats does exactly the same to me. She's just 600 pounds lighter.
ooh, I can see Doc's lion now. I want one for Christmas, too ... perhaps if I gave steroids to the feline-beast I've already got.
(sorry, Mimi, that was a very poor attempt at making my comment relate to cycling).
Ah munni - no need to refer to steriods for the Lycra Boys.
History has the Elephant Pantani on cocaine!
If my small beast had drugs to match Doc's lion, I think I'd be really scared! At night!
Steroids? Cats like weed, non?
Cats eat grass - cats are sick. Most usually on the priceless Persian rug.
Didn't Zeph mention this earlier?
Cats' drug of choice is catnip. I think being sick on the floor is more of a feline sport, with extra points scored for value of carpet.
Imagine cleaning lion sick off the rugs. I've decided I don't want one after all.
(what was it doing wandering around Colombia? Circus escapee?)
Drug baron's pet?
Smuggler's accessory? Imagine what you could hide in that mane. Customs officers probably wouldn't look too closely.
Hi Muni, I am a cat my name is Trophy.
There is no better cat as trophy.
nah!that's lazy,as bad as guitou's.
My oh my, it's been raining cats and dogs in here, not even room for the spiders, gnu's or tapirs eh?
There's always room for a virtual tapir, File...
My life is enriched by my Tapir, but I wish someone would realise that he was never MY tapir!!
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