[Carl Copeland]

Here’s a bit of doggerel I just dashed off to make a point in a discussion. It was so much fun, I thought someone else might like to have a go.

When a wisher knows full well
what is wished for won’t just well
freely from some wishing well,
making wishers rich and well,
what’s the point of wishing? Well?

[RCL]

I hear you!

Still Still

Still thinking sounds

still on a page
though still are breaths
unseen or read

still latent breaths
said silently
when lips are still

said aloud
or voice recorded
still though sounded

still leaves me breathless!

[Carl Copeland]

Cool, Ralph! I was going to suggest squeezing in another meaning of the word, when I suddenly realized it’s a derivative of distill. Now why didn’t I know that?

[Carl Copeland]

Any charge you made I’d second,
so you chose me as your second.
You misfired and he shot second.
All was settled in a second.

[RCL]

New one's a winner!

Anent "Still Still": Yes! All writing is distilled thought of distilled experience. I’ll drink to that.

[RCL]

Since I'm still awake:

Gravity!

Some verse is grave
and gravitates
to human graves
and grave grief
or grievances
and most are grave
when graves are filled
with gravel piled
to gravid hills
by gravity
and gravesite names
are engraved
on gravestones
in a graveyard

[Carl Copeland]

Another good one. I take it you're an early riser, Ralph. Can't be more than 4:30 in the afternoon in LA.

[Glenn Wright]

Right

Put a “W” in front of right
to spell my surname right.
I’m over here, on the right.
I think I have the right
to stand where I want—right
here is a good place, right?

[Richard G]

.
What about ...


Him? What's there to say about
that sofa-spud? The layabout.
He'll be where there's beer about.

Her? She's still mad about
her footie, loves a kickabout.
Exhausting how she runs about.

Him? The old gadabout?
Haven't seen him in about
twenty years, or thereabout.

Her? Fine. Up and about
now. Slower, but she gets about.
Hates it if you fuss about.

Them? Always on about,
"Have you heard the one about ..?"
Comedians! Well, just about.

Her? Physics. Stuff about
primordial soup. It's about
as clear as flipping stirabout.

Him? I'm sure you read about
his "Mishap" at the roundabout?
Something we still laugh about.

Her? She thinks turnabout
is fair play. Keep your wits about
you. She won't have forgot about ...

No. We never talk about ...
Good riddance ... No doubt about ...
Couldn't tell you whereabout ... (And wouldn't if I could.)

Me? I'm good. Thinking about
retiring. Feet up. Lounge about.
Fat chance of that. Now, how's about

yourself?



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