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and I fear one more may be in the pile, this one to my spouse, regarding some plums that she was saving for a brunch, which I thoughtlessly wolfed down when we were out of Cap'n Crunch. Not that you'd ever take it for a poem, LOL! :) But if it should get by you, we'd be mortified as hell. So this is just a heads up. I know the whole thing's silly. Best regards, your absent-minded poet, Billy Billy. |
WESTERN WIND
Western wind, when wilt thou blow, That the small rain down can rain? Christ, that my love were far away And I on the prowl again! |
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Roger, your twist on 'Western Wind' reminded me that Paul Dehn had an ominous version of this at the height of nuclear anxieties in the Cold War.
From memory, his last two lines went: Christ, that my love were in my arms And I had my arms again! |
People, these are all brilliant, but I think some of them are parodies rather than palinodes -- reversing a previous thought, but not retracting it.
If I can think of something good, I'll add it to the mix. |
Orwn, One of my daughter's good friends used to do a gesture just like yours. It was accompanied by the strange exclamation, 'Swivel on that!' I can't think what she meant. Nice shirt though!
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Tyger Tyger, bright with flame:
Sorry I misspelt thy name! Please forgive my other bungles: Saying “forests”, meaning “jungles”; Deeming light reflected from Thine eyes' tapetum lucidum Actual combustion; and Flubbing, through too-slight command Of cardiology, the part About "the sinews of thy heart". Talk of chains and anvil-bangers Must have made me drop some clangers. How my cheeks are burning bright! Dare I hope I've set things right By means of this regretful ditty, Tiger Tiger? Kitty Kitty? |
Julie, it that doesn't finish in the money it will serve a constant consolation to me when my own poems don't make it.
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I agree, good one, Julie! That's a palinode.
Hey, Martin and Marion, glad you got a giggle from the letter. Marion I got a giggle from your PS.! Thanks, John this has really been a fun one! Donna |
ON SECOND THOUGHT, LITTLE STAR
Twinkle, twinkle, little star! Or don't. I'm not the boss. You are. Way above the world so high, you decide. It's not my sky. I've no right to make you shine. The choice is yours. It isn't mine. Do what you think's right for you. I can't tell you what to do. Twinkle, twinkle, or choose not to, Who am I to say you've got to? You do your thing, I'll do mine. If you want to shine, then shine. But if you'd rather just stay dark, sport no bright or tiny spark, no one will know where you are unless you twinkle, little star. |
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