The Poem thread

[intet_at_tabe]

I'm a big fan of the moody blues. Check out one of my threads the
moody blues or yes.
judy tooley

Ms. Judy :tiphat:

"Nights In White Satin", was my very first impression of The Moody Blues, and I loved it instantly. I believe it was almost the same time as Procul Harum´s "A Whiter Shade Of Pale", you know, from 1967. Which incidently was the same time as my all time favourite The Beatles album - "Sgt. Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band" was released.

 

[methodistgirl]

I know of another song like Nights and White Satin or reminds me of
it is Lucky Man by Emerson Lake and Palmer.
judy tooley

 

[intet_at_tabe]

I know of another song like Nights and White Satin or reminds me of it is Lucky Man by Emerson Lake and Palmer.
judy tooley

Ms. Judy :tiphat:

Salutations for you :tiphat::clap::clap::clap::clap:. Lucky Man was the first song, I heard with the ELP. I saw this group in Copenhagen, Denmark after the release of "Pictures at an exibition", originally the title of classical music made by Muzorsky.

Carl Palmer the drummer in ELP, my very first inspiration of huge importance too become a professional drummer, though after listening to him doing the drums for the full show, and shortly after Jack DeJohnette from jazz play the drums, I gave it up.

These two drummers played exactly as I would have played, but I also knew at the time, that I did not have the talents, nor the time nor the patience to become equally to any of these two master drummers IMHO - monster drummers.

Carl Palmer is rather short for psysicals, so during the entire concert, he was not visible to the audience in The Falkoneer Center in Copenhagen. I sat on the bacony. Never in my life before this night, had I seen so many drums and cymbals on a stage, played with such magnificent authority by Carl Palmer.

Funny thing is, Keith Emerson (piano, keyboards, synthesizers) was first educated in classical music on the piano, and first made his name famous with the English band - The Nice - in 1967.

From 1970, when The Nice as a group ended, KE begang working with Greg Lake (el. bass, acoustic guitar and vocals), who came from another great English band King Crimson - a jazz/rock inspired band, and Greg Palmer (drums, percussion) former with the Crazy World Of Arthur Brown, who wrote the satanic song "Fire" - I´ll take you to burn.......

So these three highly talented and more than well playing individual musicians teamed up, and in a very short time in the beginning of the 1970´s became the hottest on the rock/and cross over from classical music - inspired band from England. Of course at the time England was the main generator of all ROCK music, post The Beatles and The Rolling Stones, who had already become international celebreties in ROCK.

Of course Keith Emerson playing "a wall of different keyboards and synthesizers" also were highly active on the stage, throwing his different keyborads around, and screaming at the audience for whatever reason - very exciting show on the stage.

 

[marval]

My Puppy Punched Me In the Eye

My puppy punched me in the eye
My rabbit whacked my ear
My ferret gave a frightful cry
And roundhouse kicked my rear

My lizard flipped me upside down
My kitten kicked my head
My hamster slammed me to the ground
and left me nearly dead

So my advice? Avoid regrets;
no matter what you do,
just please don't ever let your pets
take lessons in kung fu.

Kenn Nesbitt

 

[intet_at_tabe]

My Puppy Punched Me In the Eye

My puppy punched me in the eye
My rabbit whacked my ear
My ferret gave a frightful cry
And roundhouse kicked my rear

My lizard flipped me upside down
My kitten kicked my head
My hamster slammed me to the ground
and left me nearly dead

So my advice? Avoid regrets;
no matter what you do,
just please don't ever let your pets
take lessons in kung fu.

Kenn Nesbitt

AWESOME and very sweet Ms. Margaret :tiphat:

 

[marval]

Thank you Intet

Definately not Kung fu for any pets then.


Margaret

 

[intet_at_tabe]

Thank you Intet

Definately not Kung fu for any pets then.


Margaret

Ms. Margaret :clap::tiphat:

Definately not!!

Have a nice weekend and bring my best regards to Zoot :lol::lol::lol::lol:

 

[marval]

Hi Intet

Thak you, you have a nice weekend too. And Zoot says best wishes too.

Margaret

 

[marval]

The sun was shining on the sea
Shining with all his might
He did his very best to make
The billows smooth and bright
And this was odd, because it was
The middle of the night.

The moon was shining sulkily
Because she thought the sun
Had got no business to be there
After the day was done
"It's very rude of him," she said
"To come and spoil the fun."

The sea was wet as wet could be
The sands were dry as dry
You could not see a cloud, because
No cloud was in the sky
No birds were flying overhead
There were no birds to fly.

The Walrus and the Carpenter
Were walking close at hand
They wept like anything to see
Such quantities of sand
"If this were only cleared away"
They said, "it would be grand."

"If seven maids with seven mops
Swept it for half a year
Do you suppose," the Walrus said
"That they could get it clear?"
"I doubt it," said the Carpenter
And shed a bitter tear.

"O Oysters, come and walk with us"
The Walrus did beseech
"A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk
Along the briny beach
We cannot do with more than four
To give a hand to each."

The eldest oyster looked at him
But never a word he said
The eldest Oyster winked his eye
And shook his heavy head
Meaning to say he did not choose
To leave the Oyster-bed.

But four young Oysters hurried up
All eager for the treat
Their coats were brushed, their faces washed
Their shoes were clean and neat
And this was odd, because, you know
They hadn't any feet.

Four other Oysters followed them
And yet another four
And thick and fast they came at last
And more, and more, and more
All hopping through the frothy waves
And scrambling to the shore

The Walrus and the Carpenter
Walked a mile or so
And then they rested on a rock
Conveniently low
And all the little Oysters stood
And waited in a row.

"The time has come," the Walrus said
"To talk of many things.
Of shoes, and ships and sealing wax
Of cabbages and kings
And why the sea is boiling hot
And whether pigs have wings."

"But, wait a bit," the Oysters cried
"Before we have our chat
For some of us are out of breath
And all of us are fat"
"No hurry!" said the Carpenter
They thanked him much for that.

"A loaf of bread," the Walrus said
"Is what we chiefly need
Pepper and vinegar besides
Are very good indeed
Now, if your'e ready, Oysters dear
We can begin to feed."

"But not on us!" the Oysters cried
Turning a little blue
"After such kindness, that would be
A dismal thing to do!"
"The night is fine," the Walrus said
"Do you admire the view?"

"It was so kind of you to come
And you are very nice!"
The Carpenter said nothing but
"Cut us another slice
I wish you were not quite so deaf
I've had to ask you twice."

"It seems a shame," the Walrus said
"To play them such a trick
After we've brought them out so far
And made them trot so quick!"
The carpenter said nothing but,
"The butter's spread too thick."

"I weep for you," the Walrus said
"I deeply sympathize."
With sobs and tears he sorted out
Those of the largest size
Holding his pocket-handkerchief
Before his streaming eyes.

"O Oysters," said the Carpenter
"You've had a pleasant run
Shall we be trotting home again?"
But answer came there none
And this was scarcely odd, because
They'd eaten every one.


The Walrus and the Carpenter
Lewis Carroll (1832-1898)

 

[Contratrombone64]

A fine poem by a fine poet

 

[intet_at_tabe]

Hi Intet

Thak you, you have a nice weekend too. And Zoot says best wishes too.

Margaret

Dear Ms. Margaret :tiphat:AWESOME!! :lol::lol::lol::lol::banana::trp::clap::clap::clap::clap:

First I thought of Tennyson again because of the lenght of the poet you entered, below the blessings from Zoot - Thank you so much, I feel blessed with this and the poem.

In the old days, when Richard the Lion Heart was east of Turkey to christianing everybody else and do some unorthorised stealing of anything of value, it was common in the village back home, that they had a joker, who for instance would recite poetry, make jokes and sing songs. Someone who would be regarded as weird, but as long as the King felt amused, the joker had food and a place to sleep safely.

Had I been this joker in question, I would not have lived for long.

But you - On my knees Lady Margaret without no expectation of a Nighthood (not often given for Joker´s) I thank you humbly and respectfully for the last long poem, not by Tennyson of course but another great poet from Britania, as Asterix and Ophelix would have said it about England, the poet, the author and the mathmetician Charles Lutwidge Dodgson aka Lewis Carroll, who also wrote Alice´s Adventures in Wonderland (1865).

You´re a tresure for this thread Ms. Margaret :tiphat: Such a great poem!!

 

[marval]

Hi Intet

Thank you for your kind words, Zoot and I are pleased that you liked the poem.

Yes, the jokers who attended the kings and made them laugh were called jesters.


They wore costumes and funny hats with bells on, and had a stick they waved about.

Margaret

 

[intet_at_tabe]

Hi Intet

Thank you for your kind words, Zoot and I are pleased that you liked the poem.

Yes, the jokers who attended the kings and made them laugh were called jesters.


They wore costumes and funny hats with bells on, and had a stick they waved about.

Margaret

Ms. Margaret :tiphat:

Jesters, right! I stand corrected. Keep èm coming, please!

http://www.fotosearch.com/BDX108/bxp26094/

 

[marval]

Oh, Intet

What a sweet canine jester.

Thank you for sharing that.


Margaret

 

[intet_at_tabe]

Oh, Intet

What a sweet canine jester.

Thank you for sharing that.


Margaret

Thank you Ms. Margaret :tiphat:

The very least I could offer to you. Here´s a poem and a song by the Canadian poet Leonard Cohen:

Suzanne​

Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river
You can hear the boats go by
You can spend the night beside her
And you know that she's half crazy
But that's why you want to be there
And she feeds you tea and oranges
That come all the way from China
And just when you mean to tell her
That you have no love to give her
Then she gets you on her wavelength
And she lets the river answer
That you've always been her lover
And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you know that she will trust you
For you've touched her perfect body with your mind. ​

 

[methodistgirl]

Behold how good and how plesant it for brothers to dwell together
in unity.-Psalm 131
judy tooley

 

[marval]

Some lovely words going on.

A lovely poem Intet, and some beautiful words Judy.


Margaret

 

[marval]

Mary had a little lamb
A little toast, a little jam
A little pizza and some cake
Some french fries, and a chocolate shake
A little burger on a bun
And that's why Mary
Weighs a ton.

Bill Dodds

 

[intet_at_tabe]

Mary had a little lamb
A little toast, a little jam
A little pizza and some cake
Some french fries, and a chocolate shake
A little burger on a bun
And that's why Mary
Weighs a ton.

Bill Dodds

Ms. Margaret :tiphat:

Truthful indeed. Short, simple and honest. Bill Dodds, is he english?

 

[marval]

Hi Intet

Bill Dodds is an American, he comes from Seattle.


Margaret