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    09 Jun '16 06:211 edit
    Originally posted by Grampy Bobby
    [b]Quantum Leap

    Prefer the pain
    of knowing
    to the pleasures
    of ignorance,

    the risk of being
    right to every
    temporal security
    of being wrong.

    Awesome concept,
    faith alone.
    Pascal wagered.
    Einstein understood.

    (Sacramento, California 1990)[/b]
  2. Standard memberGrampy Bobby
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    14 Jun '16 19:00
    Originally posted by FMF
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  3. Standard memberGrampy Bobby
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    "THE BALLAD OF THE GOODLY FERE" by Ezra Pound

    Simon Zelotes speaking after the Crucifixion. Fere = Mate, Companion.

    Ha' we lost the goodliest fere o' all
    For the priests and the gallows tree?
    Aye lover he was of brawny men,
    O' ships and the open sea.

    When they came wi' a host to take
    Our Man His smile was good to see,
    "First let these go!" quo' our Goodly Fere,
    "Or I'll see ye damned," says he.

    Aye he sent us out through the crossed high spears
    And the scorn of his laugh rang free,
    "Why took ye not me when I walked about
    Alone in the town?" says he.

    Oh we drank his "Hale" in the good red wine
    When we last made company,
    No capon priest was the Goodly Fere
    But a man o' men was he.

    I ha' seen him drive a hundred men
    Wi' a bundle o' cords swung free,
    That they took the high and holy house
    For their pawn and treasury.

    They'll no' get him a' in a book I think
    Though they write it cunningly;
    No mouse of the scrolls was the Goodly Fere
    But aye loved the open sea.

    If they think they ha' snared our Goodly Fere
    They are fools to the last degree.
    "I'll go to the feast," quo' our Goodly Fere,
    "Though I go to the gallows tree."

    "Ye ha' seen me heal the lame and blind,
    And wake the dead," says he,
    "Ye shall see one thing to master all:
    'Tis how a brave man dies on the tree."

    A son of God was the Goodly Fere
    That bade us his brothers be.
    I ha' seen him cow a thousand men.
    I have seen him upon the tree.

    He cried no cry when they drave the nails
    And the blood gushed hot and free,
    The hounds of the crimson sky gave tongue
    But never a cry cried he.

    I ha' seen him cow a thousand men
    On the hills o' Galilee,
    They whined as he walked out calm between,
    Wi' his eyes like the grey o' the sea,

    Like the sea that brooks no voyaging
    With the winds unleashed and free,
    Like the sea that he cowed at Genseret
    Wi' twey words spoke suddently.

    A master of men was the Goodly Fere,
    A mate of the wind and sea,
    If they think they ha' slain our Goodly Fere
    They are fools eternally.

    I ha' seen him eat o' the honey-comb
    Sin' they nailed him to the tree.

    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ballad_of_the_Goodly_Fere
  4. Standard memberGrampy Bobby
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    16 Jun '16 05:36
    Vernal Sentiment

    Though the crocuses poke up their heads in the usual places,
    The frog scum appear on the pond with the same froth of green,
    And boys moon at girls with last year's fatuous faces,
    I never am bored, however familiar the scene.

    When from under the barn the cat brings a similar litter,—
    Two yellow and black, and one that looks in between,—
    Though it all happened before, I cannot grow bitter:
    I rejoice in the spring, as though no spring ever had been.

    By Theodore Roethke
  5. Standard memberGrampy Bobby
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    16 Jun '16 06:22
    Never In The Eye

    Beauty was never in the eye
    of the beholder,
    much rather if anywhere
    in the mind’s eye of the beheld.

    And a thing of beauty
    was never a joy,
    nor forever
    but unappreciated and transient.

    And the root of all evil
    was never money
    but the love of it,
    Mammon, the servant and footman
    of the unrequited.

    Neither is hell denied
    its fury, nor a woman
    ignored or deceived
    who prefers
    not to be scorned.

    And a female is not a woman,
    nor a woman a lady
    and young girls
    rape their own futures
    in the early sun.

    And a boy is not a man
    before his mother.
    Furniture is seldom if ever
    made in the woods.

    And having a pleasant day
    is less pleasant
    than outright possession
    of the unpleasant truth.

    No, my kinsman,
    the common wisdom is too common.
    Though less fragile
    it survives.

    Neither is all well
    that appears to end well,
    if held together subjectively
    and in place with pins.

    And no crass Bohemian
    spilling gypsy blood for the masses
    was Christ, nor Caesar

    a salad, Napoleon a pastry,
    nor the Duchess of Marlborough
    some new cigarette.

    (Boston, 1980)
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    16 Jun '16 15:51
    Roses are RED
    Violets are BLUE
    I'd like a crumpet
    How about YOU??

    *finger snaps*
  7. Standard memberGrampy Bobby
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    21 Jun '16 01:38
    The Legend of Sleepy Hollow

    "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow" is a short story of speculative fiction by American author ... From the listless repose of the place, and the peculiar character of its .... Daniel D. Tompkins, met an army captain named Ichabod Crane in Sackets ... Alongside "Rip Van Winkle", "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow" is one of Irving's most ..." https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Legend_of_Sleepy_Hollow Wikipedia
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