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walkaboutsverse
2011-05-14 10:58:39 UTC
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About a now-closed pub in Manchester, where I was born and lived for a
total of five years...

Poem 58 of 230: THE OLD BULL

Walked along Fog Lane,
Looked at the park,
Stopped in the Old Bull
And had a hark,
While eating lunch,
On how at dark,
Many years before,
My father's lark,
There, was games of darts -
I'd filled an arc.

(C) David Franks 2003
From http://walkaboutsverse.webs.com














On May 8, 4:57 pm, Hieronymous Corey <***@gmail.com> wrote:
> On May 7, 5:48 am, walkaboutsverse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > As an Englishman, I've greatly enjoyed visiting Scotland...
>
> As an American, I greatly enjoyed yo mama ...
>
> http://www.yomamajokesgalore.com/
walkaboutsverse
2011-05-21 09:37:01 UTC
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Scottish Cup final held not far from here...

Poem 67 of 230: AT A POND

By habit,
At a pond
I'd look down
Into it,
With the wish
Of finding
Signs of life -
Like goldfish.

At Glasgow's
Botanic
Gardens neat,
There echoes
Such a wish,
In the form
Of a fern

In a dish -
With nice fish.
(These days, though,
Native-ponds
Are my wish.)

(C) David Franks 2003
From http://walkaboutsverse.webs.com





May 14, 11:58 am, walkaboutsverse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
> About a now-closed pub in Manchester, where I was born and lived for a
> total of five years...
>
> Poem 58 of 230: THE OLD BULL
>
> Walked along Fog Lane,
> Looked at the park,
> Stopped in the Old Bull
> And had a hark,
> While eating lunch,
> On how at dark,
> Many years before,
> My father's lark,
> There, was games of darts -
> I'd filled an arc.
>
> (C) David Franks 2003
> Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> On May 8, 4:57 pm, Hieronymous Corey <***@gmail.com> wrote:
>
>
>
> > On May 7, 5:48 am, walkaboutsverse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > As an Englishman, I've greatly enjoyed visiting Scotland...
>
> > As an American, I greatly enjoyed yo mama ...
>
> >http://www.yomamajokesgalore.com/- Hide quoted text -
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walkaboutsverse
2011-05-28 11:18:41 UTC
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I wrote this almost a decade ago, but suchlike, sadly, still occurs,
including at the French Open, on now...

Poem 222 of 230: ROM THE MINORITY

More-and-more at tennis tournaments,
Cheap-shots drop from somewhere in the crowd:
A whistle during a service-toss,
Or, in rallies, calls of "out" out loud.

All these events have security,
So, if goons try such to dupe a win,
Perhaps umpires should ask a guard
To watch the area of the sin.

(C) David Franks 2003
From http://walkaboutsverse.webs.com






On May 21, 10:37 am, walkaboutsverse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
> Scottish Cup final held not far from here...
>
> Poem 67 of 230: AT A POND
>
> By habit,
> At a pond
> I'd look down
> Into it,
> With the wish
> Of finding
> Signs of life -
> Like goldfish.
>
> At Glasgow's
> Botanic
> Gardens neat,
> There echoes
> Such a wish,
> In the form
> Of a fern
>
> In a dish -
> With nice fish.
> (These days, though,
> Native-ponds
> Are my wish.)
>
> (C) David Franks 2003
> Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> May 14, 11:58 am, walkaboutsverse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
>
>
> > About a now-closed pub in Manchester, where I was born and lived for a
> > total of five years...
>
> > Poem 58 of 230: THE OLD BULL
>
> > Walked along Fog Lane,
> > Looked at the park,
> > Stopped in the Old Bull
> > And had a hark,
> > While eating lunch,
> > On how at dark,
> > Many years before,
> > My father's lark,
> > There, was games of darts -
> > I'd filled an arc.
>
> > (C) David Franks 2003
> > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > On May 8, 4:57 pm, Hieronymous Corey <***@gmail.com> wrote:
>
> > > On May 7, 5:48 am, walkaboutsverse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > > As an Englishman, I've greatly enjoyed visiting Scotland...
>
> > > As an American, I greatly enjoyed yo mama ...
>
> > >http://www.yomamajokesgalore.com/-Hide quoted text -
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WalkaboutsVerse
2011-06-04 14:49:43 UTC
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This place was in our news for the wrong reasons last week -
vandalism, including cruelty to animals...

Poem 117 of 230: WYTHENSHAWE PARK - SUMMER 2000

Wythenshawe Hall
Is elegant -
Although, in all,
Extravagant.

Cromwell above
A pyramid -
Symbolic stuff
On what he did.

The plant centre
Has well-kept ground -
Seems gardener
Likes fish around.

Sports and leisure
Places abound -
A good measure
Of games are found.

A farm venture
Has food at hand,
And more nature
Lies in woodland.

(C) David Franks 2003
From http://walkaboutsverse.webs.com





On May 28, 12:18 pm, walkaboutsverse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
> I wrote this almost a decade ago, but suchlike, sadly, still occurs,
> including at the French Open, on now...
>
> Poem 222 of 230: ROM THE MINORITY
>
> More-and-more at tennis tournaments,
> Cheap-shots drop from somewhere in the crowd:
> A whistle during a service-toss,
> Or, in rallies, calls of "out" out loud.
>
> All these events have security,
> So, if goons try such to dupe a win,
> Perhaps umpires should ask a guard
> To watch the area of the sin.
>
> (C) David Franks 2003
> Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> On May 21, 10:37 am, walkaboutsverse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
>
>
> > Scottish Cup final held not far from here...
>
> > Poem 67 of 230: AT A POND
>
> > By habit,
> > At a pond
> > I'd look down
> > Into it,
> > With the wish
> > Of finding
> > Signs of life -
> > Like goldfish.
>
> > At Glasgow's
> > Botanic
> > Gardens neat,
> > There echoes
> > Such a wish,
> > In the form
> > Of a fern
>
> > In a dish -
> > With nice fish.
> > (These days, though,
> > Native-ponds
> > Are my wish.)
>
> > (C) David Franks 2003
> > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > May 14, 11:58 am, walkaboutsverse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > About a now-closed pub in Manchester, where I was born and lived for a
> > > total of five years...
>
> > > Poem 58 of 230: THE OLD BULL
>
> > > Walked along Fog Lane,
> > > Looked at the park,
> > > Stopped in the Old Bull
> > > And had a hark,
> > > While eating lunch,
> > > On how at dark,
> > > Many years before,
> > > My father's lark,
> > > There, was games of darts -
> > > I'd filled an arc.
>
> > > (C) David Franks 2003
> > > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > > On May 8, 4:57 pm, Hieronymous Corey <***@gmail.com> wrote:
>
> > > > On May 7, 5:48 am, walkaboutsverse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > > > As an Englishman, I've greatly enjoyed visiting Scotland...
>
> > > > As an American, I greatly enjoyed yo mama ...
>
> > > >http://www.yomamajokesgalore.com/-Hidequoted text -
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WalkaboutsVerse
2011-06-11 11:29:11 UTC
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A decade ago, I visited, in South East England...

Poem 156 of 230: EASTBOURNE - SUMMER 2001

On the day before the solstice,
I first sighted Eastbourne:
A beautiful elegant place -
English culture untorn.

Two long-days allowed two long-lanes
To be walked before dark -
One after travel on four trains,
One post-Devonshire Park.

The first was between sea and heath,
And gardens signed by post,
Then up the Downs to view, beneath,
The brutal handsome coast.

The next, contrasting that before,
Showed all kinds of vessels -
Parked up along the pebbly shore
And in marina cells.

(But, as for the women's tennis,
It soon became a qualm -
As I was put-off by what is
A great strain on the arm.)

(C) David Franks 2003
From http://walkaboutsverse.webs.com




On Jun 4, 3:49 pm, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
> This place was in our news for the wrong reasons last week -
> vandalism, including cruelty to animals...
>
> Poem 117 of 230: WYTHENSHAWE PARK - SUMMER 2000
>
> Wythenshawe Hall
>     Is elegant -
> Although, in all,
>     Extravagant.
>
> Cromwell above
>     A pyramid -
> Symbolic stuff
>     On what he did.
>
> The plant centre
>     Has well-kept ground -
> Seems gardener
>     Likes fish around.
>
> Sports and leisure
>     Places abound -
> A good measure
>     Of games are found.
>
> A farm venture
>     Has food at hand,
> And more nature
>     Lies in woodland.
>
> (C) David Franks 2003
> Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> On May 28, 12:18 pm, walkaboutsverse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
>
>
> > I wrote this almost a decade ago, but suchlike, sadly, still occurs,
> > including at the French Open, on now...
>
> > Poem 222 of 230: ROM THE MINORITY
>
> > More-and-more at tennis tournaments,
> > Cheap-shots drop from somewhere in the crowd:
> > A whistle during a service-toss,
> > Or, in rallies, calls of "out" out loud.
>
> > All these events have security,
> > So, if goons try such to dupe a win,
> > Perhaps umpires should ask a guard
> > To watch the area of the sin.
>
> > (C) David Franks 2003
> > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > On May 21, 10:37 am, walkaboutsverse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > Scottish Cup final held not far from here...
>
> > > Poem 67 of 230: AT A POND
>
> > > By habit,
> > > At a pond
> > > I'd look down
> > > Into it,
> > > With the wish
> > > Of finding
> > > Signs of life -
> > > Like goldfish.
>
> > > At Glasgow's
> > > Botanic
> > > Gardens neat,
> > > There echoes
> > > Such a wish,
> > > In the form
> > > Of a fern
>
> > > In a dish -
> > > With nice fish.
> > > (These days, though,
> > > Native-ponds
> > > Are my wish.)
>
> > > (C) David Franks 2003
> > > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > > May 14, 11:58 am, walkaboutsverse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > > About a now-closed pub in Manchester, where I was born and lived for a
> > > > total of five years...
>
> > > > Poem 58 of 230: THE OLD BULL
>
> > > > Walked along Fog Lane,
> > > > Looked at the park,
> > > > Stopped in the Old Bull
> > > > And had a hark,
> > > > While eating lunch,
> > > > On how at dark,
> > > > Many years before,
> > > > My father's lark,
> > > > There, was games of darts -
> > > > I'd filled an arc.
>
> > > > (C) David Franks 2003
> > > > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > > > On May 8, 4:57 pm, Hieronymous Corey <***@gmail.com> wrote:
>
> > > > > On May 7, 5:48 am, walkaboutsverse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > > > > As an Englishman, I've greatly enjoyed visiting Scotland...
>
> > > > > As an American, I greatly enjoyed yo mama ...
>
> > > > >http://www.yomamajokesgalore.com/-Hidequotedtext -
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WalkaboutsVerse
2011-06-18 13:22:45 UTC
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Poem 195 of 230: MUSING ON WIMBLEDON - SUMMER 2002

2001 got somewhat cheeky,
So, on my T.V., I was pleased to see
Old-fashioned etiquette about the net...
But oh! to get among the coaching set.

Thus, here is a feature that I’d teach:
Two-hands each side – either off when can’t reach.
And, as for thoughts on pay, I do not say
“Amateur play” but “spread-out the outlay.”

(C) David Franks 2003
From http://walkaboutsverse.webs.com



On Jun 11, 12:29 pm, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
> A decade ago, I visited, in South East England...
>
> Poem 156 of 230:  EASTBOURNE - SUMMER 2001
>
> On the day before the solstice,
>     I first sighted Eastbourne:
> A beautiful elegant place -
>     English culture untorn.
>
> Two long-days allowed two long-lanes
>     To be walked before dark -
> One after travel on four trains,
>     One post-Devonshire Park.
>
> The first was between sea and heath,
>     And gardens signed by post,
> Then up the Downs to view, beneath,
>     The brutal handsome coast.
>
> The next, contrasting that before,
>     Showed all kinds of vessels -
> Parked up along the pebbly shore
>     And in marina cells.
>
> (But, as for the women's tennis,
>     It soon became a qualm -
> As I was put-off by what is
>     A great strain on the arm.)
>
> (C) David Franks 2003
> Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> On Jun 4, 3:49 pm, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
>
>
> > This place was in our news for the wrong reasons last week -
> > vandalism, including cruelty to animals...
>
> > Poem 117 of 230: WYTHENSHAWE PARK - SUMMER 2000
>
> > Wythenshawe Hall
> >     Is elegant -
> > Although, in all,
> >     Extravagant.
>
> > Cromwell above
> >     A pyramid -
> > Symbolic stuff
> >     On what he did.
>
> > The plant centre
> >     Has well-kept ground -
> > Seems gardener
> >     Likes fish around.
>
> > Sports and leisure
> >     Places abound -
> > A good measure
> >     Of games are found.
>
> > A farm venture
> >     Has food at hand,
> > And more nature
> >     Lies in woodland.
>
> > (C) David Franks 2003
> > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > On May 28, 12:18 pm, walkaboutsverse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > I wrote this almost a decade ago, but suchlike, sadly, still occurs,
> > > including at the French Open, on now...
>
> > > Poem 222 of 230: ROM THE MINORITY
>
> > > More-and-more at tennis tournaments,
> > > Cheap-shots drop from somewhere in the crowd:
> > > A whistle during a service-toss,
> > > Or, in rallies, calls of "out" out loud.
>
> > > All these events have security,
> > > So, if goons try such to dupe a win,
> > > Perhaps umpires should ask a guard
> > > To watch the area of the sin.
>
> > > (C) David Franks 2003
> > > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > > On May 21, 10:37 am, walkaboutsverse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > > Scottish Cup final held not far from here...
>
> > > > Poem 67 of 230: AT A POND
>
> > > > By habit,
> > > > At a pond
> > > > I'd look down
> > > > Into it,
> > > > With the wish
> > > > Of finding
> > > > Signs of life -
> > > > Like goldfish.
>
> > > > At Glasgow's
> > > > Botanic
> > > > Gardens neat,
> > > > There echoes
> > > > Such a wish,
> > > > In the form
> > > > Of a fern
>
> > > > In a dish -
> > > > With nice fish.
> > > > (These days, though,
> > > > Native-ponds
> > > > Are my wish.)
>
> > > > (C) David Franks 2003
> > > > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > > > May 14, 11:58 am, walkaboutsverse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > > > About a now-closed pub in Manchester, where I was born and lived for a
> > > > > total of five years...
>
> > > > > Poem 58 of 230: THE OLD BULL
>
> > > > > Walked along Fog Lane,
> > > > > Looked at the park,
> > > > > Stopped in the Old Bull
> > > > > And had a hark,
> > > > > While eating lunch,
> > > > > On how at dark,
> > > > > Many years before,
> > > > > My father's lark,
> > > > > There, was games of darts -
> > > > > I'd filled an arc.
>
> > > > > (C) David Franks 2003
> > > > > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > > > > On May 8, 4:57 pm, Hieronymous Corey <***@gmail.com> wrote:
>
> > > > > > On May 7, 5:48 am, walkaboutsverse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > > > > > As an Englishman, I've greatly enjoyed visiting Scotland...
>
> > > > > > As an American, I greatly enjoyed yo mama ...
>
> > > > > >http://www.yomamajokesgalore.com/-Hidequotedtext-
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WalkaboutsVerse
2011-07-09 18:06:38 UTC
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14 years ago this week and, unlike a more-famous one, the paper
mentioned is still going...

Poem 43 of 230: A BAYSWATER BEDSIT

Arrived in London,
At Heathrow Airport,
With sixty kilos
Of luggage I'd brought.

Found a paper, Loot,
And called an agent;
Stored two heavy bags,
Then to him I went.

For one week of rent,
He'd ensure a bed
Within Bayswater -
A bed-sit, he said.

It was eighty pounds
Per week (nothing more),
With a lift arranged
To the building's door.

Knackered and sleepless,
I took the deal;
Checked-in quickly,
Had a rushed meal.

Collected my bags
(Tube there, shared-van back),
Then carried them up
To my top-floor shack.

A penthouse - no need,
It did me just fine:
A cook-top and fridge,
A table to dine.

Seated, I could watch
The clouds roll by -
Often from the west -
Or jets cut the sky.

There were large plane-trees,
A squirrel or two;
And pigeons dropped by -
Foregrounding the view.

Plus, at dawn, the sun
Shone in from the east -
Filling the small room
As on toast I’d feast.

And, contemplating,
It occurs to me -
If all lived that well,
How great it would be.

But a lot do sleep
Outdoors many nights -
On sheets of cardboard,
Without basic rights.

(C) David Franks 2003
From http://walkaboutsverse.webs.com





On Jun 18, 2:22 pm, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
> Poem 195 of 230: MUSING ON WIMBLEDON - SUMMER 2002
>
> 2001 got somewhat cheeky,
> So, on my T.V., I was pleased to see
> Old-fashioned etiquette about the net...
> But oh! to get among the coaching set.
>
> Thus, here is a feature that I’d teach:
> Two-hands each side – either off when can’t reach.
> And, as for thoughts on pay, I do not say
> “Amateur play” but “spread-out the outlay.”
>
> (C) David Franks 2003
> Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> On Jun 11, 12:29 pm, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
>
>
> > A decade ago, I visited, in South East England...
>
> > Poem 156 of 230:  EASTBOURNE - SUMMER 2001
>
> > On the day before the solstice,
> >     I first sighted Eastbourne:
> > A beautiful elegant place -
> >     English culture untorn.
>
> > Two long-days allowed two long-lanes
> >     To be walked before dark -
> > One after travel on four trains,
> >     One post-Devonshire Park.
>
> > The first was between sea and heath,
> >     And gardens signed by post,
> > Then up the Downs to view, beneath,
> >     The brutal handsome coast.
>
> > The next, contrasting that before,
> >     Showed all kinds of vessels -
> > Parked up along the pebbly shore
> >     And in marina cells.
>
> > (But, as for the women's tennis,
> >     It soon became a qualm -
> > As I was put-off by what is
> >     A great strain on the arm.)
>
> > (C) David Franks 2003
> > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > On Jun 4, 3:49 pm, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > This place was in our news for the wrong reasons last week -
> > > vandalism, including cruelty to animals...
>
> > > Poem 117 of 230: WYTHENSHAWE PARK - SUMMER 2000
>
> > > Wythenshawe Hall
> > >     Is elegant -
> > > Although, in all,
> > >     Extravagant.
>
> > > Cromwell above
> > >     A pyramid -
> > > Symbolic stuff
> > >     On what he did.
>
> > > The plant centre
> > >     Has well-kept ground -
> > > Seems gardener
> > >     Likes fish around.
>
> > > Sports and leisure
> > >     Places abound -
> > > A good measure
> > >     Of games are found.
>
> > > A farm venture
> > >     Has food at hand,
> > > And more nature
> > >     Lies in woodland.
>
> > > (C) David Franks 2003
> > > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > > On May 28, 12:18 pm, walkaboutsverse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > > I wrote this almost a decade ago, but suchlike, sadly, still occurs,
> > > > including at the French Open, on now...
>
> > > > Poem 222 of 230: ROM THE MINORITY
>
> > > > More-and-more at tennis tournaments,
> > > > Cheap-shots drop from somewhere in the crowd:
> > > > A whistle during a service-toss,
> > > > Or, in rallies, calls of "out" out loud.
>
> > > > All these events have security,
> > > > So, if goons try such to dupe a win,
> > > > Perhaps umpires should ask a guard
> > > > To watch the area of the sin.
>
> > > > (C) David Franks 2003
> > > > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > > > On May 21, 10:37 am, walkaboutsverse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > > > Scottish Cup final held not far from here...
>
> > > > > Poem 67 of 230: AT A POND
>
> > > > > By habit,
> > > > > At a pond
> > > > > I'd look down
> > > > > Into it,
> > > > > With the wish
> > > > > Of finding
> > > > > Signs of life -
> > > > > Like goldfish.
>
> > > > > At Glasgow's
> > > > > Botanic
> > > > > Gardens neat,
> > > > > There echoes
> > > > > Such a wish,
> > > > > In the form
> > > > > Of a fern
>
> > > > > In a dish -
> > > > > With nice fish.
> > > > > (These days, though,
> > > > > Native-ponds
> > > > > Are my wish.)
>
> > > > > (C) David Franks 2003
> > > > > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > > > > May 14, 11:58 am, walkaboutsverse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > > > > About a now-closed pub in Manchester, where I was born and lived for a
> > > > > > total of five years...
>
> > > > > > Poem 58 of 230: THE OLD BULL
>
> > > > > > Walked along Fog Lane,
> > > > > > Looked at the park,
> > > > > > Stopped in the Old Bull
> > > > > > And had a hark,
> > > > > > While eating lunch,
> > > > > > On how at dark,
> > > > > > Many years before,
> > > > > > My father's lark,
> > > > > > There, was games of darts -
> > > > > > I'd filled an arc.
>
> > > > > > (C) David Franks 2003
> > > > > > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > > > > > On May 8, 4:57 pm, Hieronymous Corey <***@gmail.com> wrote:
>
> > > > > > > On May 7, 5:48 am, walkaboutsverse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > > > > > > As an Englishman, I've greatly enjoyed visiting Scotland...
>
> > > > > > > As an American, I greatly enjoyed yo mama ...
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Hearing news of a record lottery win, plus the ignorance and greed
surrounding it...

Poem 138 of 230: AN OPIUM

National Lottery passes -
Slight chances to be richer,
With lots more than thy neighbour,
Gained without any labour -
Keep the system in favour:
An opium of the masses.

(C) David Franks 2003
From http://walkaboutsverse.webs.com


On Jul 9, 7:06 pm, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
> 14 years ago this week and, unlike a more-famous one, the paper
> mentioned is still going...
>
> Poem 43 of 230: A BAYSWATER BEDSIT
>
> Arrived in London,
> At Heathrow Airport,
> With sixty kilos
> Of luggage I'd brought.
>
> Found a paper, Loot,
> And called an agent;
> Stored two heavy bags,
> Then to him I went.
>
> For one week of rent,
> He'd ensure a bed
> Within Bayswater -
> A bed-sit, he said.
>
> It was eighty pounds
> Per week (nothing more),
> With a lift arranged
> To the building's door.
>
> Knackered and sleepless,
> I took the deal;
> Checked-in quickly,
> Had a rushed meal.
>
> Collected my bags
> (Tube there, shared-van back),
> Then carried them up
> To my top-floor shack.
>
> A penthouse - no need,
> It did me just fine:
> A cook-top and fridge,
> A table to dine.
>
> Seated, I could watch
> The clouds roll by -
> Often from the west -
> Or jets cut the sky.
>
> There were large plane-trees,
> A squirrel or two;
> And pigeons dropped by -
> Foregrounding the view.
>
> Plus, at dawn, the sun
> Shone in from the east -
> Filling the small room
> As on toast I’d feast.
>
> And, contemplating,
> It occurs to me -
> If all lived that well,
> How great it would be.
>
> But a lot do sleep
> Outdoors many nights -
> On sheets of cardboard,
> Without basic rights.
>
> (C) David Franks 2003
> Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> On Jun 18, 2:22 pm, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
>
>
> > Poem 195 of 230: MUSING ON WIMBLEDON - SUMMER 2002
>
> > 2001 got somewhat cheeky,
> > So, on my T.V., I was pleased to see
> > Old-fashioned etiquette about the net...
> > But oh! to get among the coaching set.
>
> > Thus, here is a feature that I’d teach:
> > Two-hands each side – either off when can’t reach.
> > And, as for thoughts on pay, I do not say
> > “Amateur play” but “spread-out the outlay.”
>
> > (C) David Franks 2003
> > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > On Jun 11, 12:29 pm, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > A decade ago, I visited, in South East England...
>
> > > Poem 156 of 230:  EASTBOURNE - SUMMER 2001
>
> > > On the day before the solstice,
> > >     I first sighted Eastbourne:
> > > A beautiful elegant place -
> > >     English culture untorn.
>
> > > Two long-days allowed two long-lanes
> > >     To be walked before dark -
> > > One after travel on four trains,
> > >     One post-Devonshire Park.
>
> > > The first was between sea and heath,
> > >     And gardens signed by post,
> > > Then up the Downs to view, beneath,
> > >     The brutal handsome coast.
>
> > > The next, contrasting that before,
> > >     Showed all kinds of vessels -
> > > Parked up along the pebbly shore
> > >     And in marina cells.
>
> > > (But, as for the women's tennis,
> > >     It soon became a qualm -
> > > As I was put-off by what is
> > >     A great strain on the arm.)
>
> > > (C) David Franks 2003
> > > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > > On Jun 4, 3:49 pm, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > > This place was in our news for the wrong reasons last week -
> > > > vandalism, including cruelty to animals...
>
> > > > Poem 117 of 230: WYTHENSHAWE PARK - SUMMER 2000
>
> > > > Wythenshawe Hall
> > > >     Is elegant -
> > > > Although, in all,
> > > >     Extravagant.
>
> > > > Cromwell above
> > > >     A pyramid -
> > > > Symbolic stuff
> > > >     On what he did.
>
> > > > The plant centre
> > > >     Has well-kept ground -
> > > > Seems gardener
> > > >     Likes fish around.
>
> > > > Sports and leisure
> > > >     Places abound -
> > > > A good measure
> > > >     Of games are found.
>
> > > > A farm venture
> > > >     Has food at hand,
> > > > And more nature
> > > >     Lies in woodland.
>
> > > > (C) David Franks 2003
> > > > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > > > On May 28, 12:18 pm, walkaboutsverse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > > > I wrote this almost a decade ago, but suchlike, sadly, still occurs,
> > > > > including at the French Open, on now...
>
> > > > > Poem 222 of 230: ROM THE MINORITY
>
> > > > > More-and-more at tennis tournaments,
> > > > > Cheap-shots drop from somewhere in the crowd:
> > > > > A whistle during a service-toss,
> > > > > Or, in rallies, calls of "out" out loud.
>
> > > > > All these events have security,
> > > > > So, if goons try such to dupe a win,
> > > > > Perhaps umpires should ask a guard
> > > > > To watch the area of the sin.
>
> > > > > (C) David Franks 2003
> > > > > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > > > > On May 21, 10:37 am, walkaboutsverse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > > > > Scottish Cup final held not far from here...
>
> > > > > > Poem 67 of 230: AT A POND
>
> > > > > > By habit,
> > > > > > At a pond
> > > > > > I'd look down
> > > > > > Into it,
> > > > > > With the wish
> > > > > > Of finding
> > > > > > Signs of life -
> > > > > > Like goldfish.
>
> > > > > > At Glasgow's
> > > > > > Botanic
> > > > > > Gardens neat,
> > > > > > There echoes
> > > > > > Such a wish,
> > > > > > In the form
> > > > > > Of a fern
>
> > > > > > In a dish -
> > > > > > With nice fish.
> > > > > > (These days, though,
> > > > > > Native-ponds
> > > > > > Are my wish.)
>
> > > > > > (C) David Franks 2003
> > > > > > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > > > > > May 14, 11:58 am, walkaboutsverse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > > > > > About a now-closed pub in Manchester, where I was born and lived for a
> > > > > > > total of five years...
>
> > > > > > > Poem 58 of 230: THE OLD BULL
>
> > > > > > > Walked along Fog Lane,
> > > > > > > Looked at the park,
> > > > > > > Stopped in the Old Bull
> > > > > > > And had a hark,
> > > > > > > While eating lunch,
> > > > > > > On how at dark,
> > > > > > > Many years before,
> > > > > > > My father's lark,
> > > > > > > There, was games of darts -
> > > > > > > I'd filled an arc.
>
> > > > > > > (C) David Franks 2003
> > > > > > > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > > > > > > On May 8, 4:57 pm, Hieronymous Corey <***@gmail.com> wrote:
>
> > > > > > > > On May 7, 5:48 am, walkaboutsverse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > > > > > > > As an Englishman, I've greatly enjoyed visiting Scotland...
>
> > > > > > > > As an American, I greatly enjoyed yo mama ...
>
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WalkaboutsVerse
2011-07-23 09:26:44 UTC
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Poem 76 of 230: LAND RIGHTS

If there is a good thing,
From the Second World War,
It’s that most peoples learnt
To conquer lands no more.

In Africa, Asia,
And the Pacific, too:
Post-war independence -
Steps only bigots rue.

But, for some indigenes
Outnumbered much-too-much,
It has all come too late
For liberty, as such.

So ‘tis in Australia,
And America’s sites,
Where the best now, I think,
Is to respect land rights.

(C) David Franks 2003
From http://walkaboutsverse.webs.com

On Jul 16, 11:25 am, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
> Hearing news of a record lottery win, plus the ignorance and greed
> surrounding it...
>
> Poem 138 of 230: AN OPIUM
>
> National Lottery passes -
>     Slight chances to be richer,
>     With lots more than thy neighbour,
>     Gained without any labour -
>     Keep the system in favour:
> An opium of the masses.
>
> (C) David Franks 2003
> Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> On Jul 9, 7:06 pm, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
>
>
> > 14 years ago this week and, unlike a more-famous one, the paper
> > mentioned is still going...
>
> > Poem 43 of 230: A BAYSWATER BEDSIT
>
> > Arrived in London,
> > At Heathrow Airport,
> > With sixty kilos
> > Of luggage I'd brought.
>
> > Found a paper, Loot,
> > And called an agent;
> > Stored two heavy bags,
> > Then to him I went.
>
> > For one week of rent,
> > He'd ensure a bed
> > Within Bayswater -
> > A bed-sit, he said.
>
> > It was eighty pounds
> > Per week (nothing more),
> > With a lift arranged
> > To the building's door.
>
> > Knackered and sleepless,
> > I took the deal;
> > Checked-in quickly,
> > Had a rushed meal.
>
> > Collected my bags
> > (Tube there, shared-van back),
> > Then carried them up
> > To my top-floor shack.
>
> > A penthouse - no need,
> > It did me just fine:
> > A cook-top and fridge,
> > A table to dine.
>
> > Seated, I could watch
> > The clouds roll by -
> > Often from the west -
> > Or jets cut the sky.
>
> > There were large plane-trees,
> > A squirrel or two;
> > And pigeons dropped by -
> > Foregrounding the view.
>
> > Plus, at dawn, the sun
> > Shone in from the east -
> > Filling the small room
> > As on toast I’d feast.
>
> > And, contemplating,
> > It occurs to me -
> > If all lived that well,
> > How great it would be.
>
> > But a lot do sleep
> > Outdoors many nights -
> > On sheets of cardboard,
> > Without basic rights.
>
> > (C) David Franks 2003
> > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > On Jun 18, 2:22 pm, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > Poem 195 of 230: MUSING ON WIMBLEDON - SUMMER 2002
>
> > > 2001 got somewhat cheeky,
> > > So, on my T.V., I was pleased to see
> > > Old-fashioned etiquette about the net...
> > > But oh! to get among the coaching set.
>
> > > Thus, here is a feature that I’d teach:
> > > Two-hands each side – either off when can’t reach.
> > > And, as for thoughts on pay, I do not say
> > > “Amateur play” but “spread-out the outlay.”
>
> > > (C) David Franks 2003
> > > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > > On Jun 11, 12:29 pm, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > > A decade ago, I visited, in South East England...
>
> > > > Poem 156 of 230:  EASTBOURNE - SUMMER 2001
>
> > > > On the day before the solstice,
> > > >     I first sighted Eastbourne:
> > > > A beautiful elegant place -
> > > >     English culture untorn.
>
> > > > Two long-days allowed two long-lanes
> > > >     To be walked before dark -
> > > > One after travel on four trains,
> > > >     One post-Devonshire Park.
>
> > > > The first was between sea and heath,
> > > >     And gardens signed by post,
> > > > Then up the Downs to view, beneath,
> > > >     The brutal handsome coast.
>
> > > > The next, contrasting that before,
> > > >     Showed all kinds of vessels -
> > > > Parked up along the pebbly shore
> > > >     And in marina cells.
>
> > > > (But, as for the women's tennis,
> > > >     It soon became a qualm -
> > > > As I was put-off by what is
> > > >     A great strain on the arm.)
>
> > > > (C) David Franks 2003
> > > > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > > > On Jun 4, 3:49 pm, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > > > This place was in our news for the wrong reasons last week -
> > > > > vandalism, including cruelty to animals...
>
> > > > > Poem 117 of 230: WYTHENSHAWE PARK - SUMMER 2000
>
> > > > > Wythenshawe Hall
> > > > >     Is elegant -
> > > > > Although, in all,
> > > > >     Extravagant.
>
> > > > > Cromwell above
> > > > >     A pyramid -
> > > > > Symbolic stuff
> > > > >     On what he did.
>
> > > > > The plant centre
> > > > >     Has well-kept ground -
> > > > > Seems gardener
> > > > >     Likes fish around.
>
> > > > > Sports and leisure
> > > > >     Places abound -
> > > > > A good measure
> > > > >     Of games are found.
>
> > > > > A farm venture
> > > > >     Has food at hand,
> > > > > And more nature
> > > > >     Lies in woodland.
>
> > > > > (C) David Franks 2003
> > > > > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > > > > On May 28, 12:18 pm, walkaboutsverse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > > > > I wrote this almost a decade ago, but suchlike, sadly, still occurs,
> > > > > > including at the French Open, on now...
>
> > > > > > Poem 222 of 230: ROM THE MINORITY
>
> > > > > > More-and-more at tennis tournaments,
> > > > > > Cheap-shots drop from somewhere in the crowd:
> > > > > > A whistle during a service-toss,
> > > > > > Or, in rallies, calls of "out" out loud.
>
> > > > > > All these events have security,
> > > > > > So, if goons try such to dupe a win,
> > > > > > Perhaps umpires should ask a guard
> > > > > > To watch the area of the sin.
>
> > > > > > (C) David Franks 2003
> > > > > > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > > > > > On May 21, 10:37 am, walkaboutsverse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > > > > > Scottish Cup final held not far from here...
>
> > > > > > > Poem 67 of 230: AT A POND
>
> > > > > > > By habit,
> > > > > > > At a pond
> > > > > > > I'd look down
> > > > > > > Into it,
> > > > > > > With the wish
> > > > > > > Of finding
> > > > > > > Signs of life -
> > > > > > > Like goldfish.
>
> > > > > > > At Glasgow's
> > > > > > > Botanic
> > > > > > > Gardens neat,
> > > > > > > There echoes
> > > > > > > Such a wish,
> > > > > > > In the form
> > > > > > > Of a fern
>
> > > > > > > In a dish -
> > > > > > > With nice fish.
> > > > > > > (These days, though,
> > > > > > > Native-ponds
> > > > > > > Are my wish.)
>
> > > > > > > (C) David Franks 2003
> > > > > > > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > > > > > > May 14, 11:58 am, walkaboutsverse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > > > > > > About a now-closed pub in Manchester, where I was born and lived for a
> > > > > > > > total of five years...
>
> > > > > > > > Poem 58 of 230: THE OLD BULL
>
> > > > > > > > Walked along Fog Lane,
> > > > > > > > Looked at the park,
> > > > > > > > Stopped in the Old Bull
> > > > > > > > And had a hark,
> > > > > > > > While eating lunch,
> > > > > > > > On how at dark,
> > > > > > > > Many years before,
> > > > > > > > My father's lark,
> > > > > > > > There, was games of darts -
> > > > > > > > I'd filled an arc.
>
> > > > > > > > (C) David Franks 2003
> > > > > > > > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > > > > > > > On May 8, 4:57 pm, Hieronymous Corey <***@gmail.com> wrote:
>
> > > > > > > > > On May 7, 5:48 am, walkaboutsverse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > > > > > > > > As an Englishman, I've greatly enjoyed visiting Scotland...
>
> > > > > > > > > As an American, I greatly enjoyed yo mama ...
>
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>
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2011-07-30 09:55:56 UTC
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The current Irish Open is being played here...

Poem 12 of 230: GOLF AT KILLARNEY

At Killarney Golf and Fishing Club,
There’s two great courses to be found;
Built on Ireland’s fine Ring of Kerry,
Both are really worth a round.

From the local social Youth Hostel,
I hitched (doing as Irish do);
Then paid to play both the courses,
But missed five holes - Hostel curfew.

The fairways were lush and nicely groomed,
And the course views the best I’ve seen;
With walks beside the lakes and mountains,
I’m proud to say to there I’ve been.

(C) David Franks 2003
From http://walkaboutsverse.webs.com





On Jul 23, 10:26 am, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
> Poem 76 of 230: LAND RIGHTS
>
> If there is a good thing,
>     From the Second World War,
> It’s that most peoples learnt
>     To conquer lands no more.
>
> In Africa, Asia,
>     And the Pacific, too:
> Post-war independence -
>     Steps only bigots rue.
>
> But, for some indigenes
>     Outnumbered much-too-much,
> It has all come too late
>     For liberty, as such.
>
> So ‘tis in Australia,
>     And America’s sites,
> Where the best now, I think,
>     Is to respect land rights.
>
> (C) David Franks 2003
> Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> On Jul 16, 11:25 am, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
>
>
> > Hearing news of a record lottery win, plus the ignorance and greed
> > surrounding it...
>
> > Poem 138 of 230: AN OPIUM
>
> > National Lottery passes -
> >     Slight chances to be richer,
> >     With lots more than thy neighbour,
> >     Gained without any labour -
> >     Keep the system in favour:
> > An opium of the masses.
>
> > (C) David Franks 2003
> > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > On Jul 9, 7:06 pm, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > 14 years ago this week and, unlike a more-famous one, the paper
> > > mentioned is still going...
>
> > > Poem 43 of 230: A BAYSWATER BEDSIT
>
> > > Arrived in London,
> > > At Heathrow Airport,
> > > With sixty kilos
> > > Of luggage I'd brought.
>
> > > Found a paper, Loot,
> > > And called an agent;
> > > Stored two heavy bags,
> > > Then to him I went.
>
> > > For one week of rent,
> > > He'd ensure a bed
> > > Within Bayswater -
> > > A bed-sit, he said.
>
> > > It was eighty pounds
> > > Per week (nothing more),
> > > With a lift arranged
> > > To the building's door.
>
> > > Knackered and sleepless,
> > > I took the deal;
> > > Checked-in quickly,
> > > Had a rushed meal.
>
> > > Collected my bags
> > > (Tube there, shared-van back),
> > > Then carried them up
> > > To my top-floor shack.
>
> > > A penthouse - no need,
> > > It did me just fine:
> > > A cook-top and fridge,
> > > A table to dine.
>
> > > Seated, I could watch
> > > The clouds roll by -
> > > Often from the west -
> > > Or jets cut the sky.
>
> > > There were large plane-trees,
> > > A squirrel or two;
> > > And pigeons dropped by -
> > > Foregrounding the view.
>
> > > Plus, at dawn, the sun
> > > Shone in from the east -
> > > Filling the small room
> > > As on toast I’d feast.
>
> > > And, contemplating,
> > > It occurs to me -
> > > If all lived that well,
> > > How great it would be.
>
> > > But a lot do sleep
> > > Outdoors many nights -
> > > On sheets of cardboard,
> > > Without basic rights.
>
> > > (C) David Franks 2003
> > > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > > On Jun 18, 2:22 pm, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > > Poem 195 of 230: MUSING ON WIMBLEDON - SUMMER 2002
>
> > > > 2001 got somewhat cheeky,
> > > > So, on my T.V., I was pleased to see
> > > > Old-fashioned etiquette about the net...
> > > > But oh! to get among the coaching set.
>
> > > > Thus, here is a feature that I’d teach:
> > > > Two-hands each side – either off when can’t reach.
> > > > And, as for thoughts on pay, I do not say
> > > > “Amateur play” but “spread-out the outlay.”
>
> > > > (C) David Franks 2003
> > > > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > > > On Jun 11, 12:29 pm, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > > > A decade ago, I visited, in South East England...
>
> > > > > Poem 156 of 230:  EASTBOURNE - SUMMER 2001
>
> > > > > On the day before the solstice,
> > > > >     I first sighted Eastbourne:
> > > > > A beautiful elegant place -
> > > > >     English culture untorn.
>
> > > > > Two long-days allowed two long-lanes
> > > > >     To be walked before dark -
> > > > > One after travel on four trains,
> > > > >     One post-Devonshire Park.
>
> > > > > The first was between sea and heath,
> > > > >     And gardens signed by post,
> > > > > Then up the Downs to view, beneath,
> > > > >     The brutal handsome coast.
>
> > > > > The next, contrasting that before,
> > > > >     Showed all kinds of vessels -
> > > > > Parked up along the pebbly shore
> > > > >     And in marina cells.
>
> > > > > (But, as for the women's tennis,
> > > > >     It soon became a qualm -
> > > > > As I was put-off by what is
> > > > >     A great strain on the arm.)
>
> > > > > (C) David Franks 2003
> > > > > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > > > > On Jun 4, 3:49 pm, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > > > > This place was in our news for the wrong reasons last week -
> > > > > > vandalism, including cruelty to animals...
>
> > > > > > Poem 117 of 230: WYTHENSHAWE PARK - SUMMER 2000
>
> > > > > > Wythenshawe Hall
> > > > > >     Is elegant -
> > > > > > Although, in all,
> > > > > >     Extravagant.
>
> > > > > > Cromwell above
> > > > > >     A pyramid -
> > > > > > Symbolic stuff
> > > > > >     On what he did.
>
> > > > > > The plant centre
> > > > > >     Has well-kept ground -
> > > > > > Seems gardener
> > > > > >     Likes fish around.
>
> > > > > > Sports and leisure
> > > > > >     Places abound -
> > > > > > A good measure
> > > > > >     Of games are found.
>
> > > > > > A farm venture
> > > > > >     Has food at hand,
> > > > > > And more nature
> > > > > >     Lies in woodland.
>
> > > > > > (C) David Franks 2003
> > > > > > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > > > > > On May 28, 12:18 pm, walkaboutsverse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > > > > > I wrote this almost a decade ago, but suchlike, sadly, still occurs,
> > > > > > > including at the French Open, on now...
>
> > > > > > > Poem 222 of 230: ROM THE MINORITY
>
> > > > > > > More-and-more at tennis tournaments,
> > > > > > > Cheap-shots drop from somewhere in the crowd:
> > > > > > > A whistle during a service-toss,
> > > > > > > Or, in rallies, calls of "out" out loud.
>
> > > > > > > All these events have security,
> > > > > > > So, if goons try such to dupe a win,
> > > > > > > Perhaps umpires should ask a guard
> > > > > > > To watch the area of the sin.
>
> > > > > > > (C) David Franks 2003
> > > > > > > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > > > > > > On May 21, 10:37 am, walkaboutsverse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > > > > > > Scottish Cup final held not far from here...
>
> > > > > > > > Poem 67 of 230: AT A POND
>
> > > > > > > > By habit,
> > > > > > > > At a pond
> > > > > > > > I'd look down
> > > > > > > > Into it,
> > > > > > > > With the wish
> > > > > > > > Of finding
> > > > > > > > Signs of life -
> > > > > > > > Like goldfish.
>
> > > > > > > > At Glasgow's
> > > > > > > > Botanic
> > > > > > > > Gardens neat,
> > > > > > > > There echoes
> > > > > > > > Such a wish,
> > > > > > > > In the form
> > > > > > > > Of a fern
>
> > > > > > > > In a dish -
> > > > > > > > With nice fish.
> > > > > > > > (These days, though,
> > > > > > > > Native-ponds
> > > > > > > > Are my wish.)
>
> > > > > > > > (C) David Franks 2003
> > > > > > > > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > > > > > > > May 14, 11:58 am, walkaboutsverse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > > > > > > > About a now-closed pub in Manchester, where I was born and lived for a
> > > > > > > > > total of five years...
>
> > > > > > > > > Poem 58 of 230: THE OLD BULL
>
> > > > > > > > > Walked along Fog Lane,
> > > > > > > > > Looked at the park,
> > > > > > > > > Stopped in the Old Bull
> > > > > > > > > And had a hark,
> > > > > > > > > While eating lunch,
> > > > > > > > > On how at dark,
> > > > > > > > > Many years before,
> > > > > > > > > My father's lark,
> > > > > > > > > There, was games of darts -
> > > > > > > > > I'd filled an arc.
>
> > > > > > > > > (C) David Franks 2003
> > > > > > > > > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > > > > > > > > On May 8, 4:57 pm, Hieronymous Corey <***@gmail.com> wrote:
>
> > > > > > > > > > On May 7, 5:48 am, walkaboutsverse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > > > > > > > > > As an Englishman, I've greatly enjoyed visiting Scotland...
>
> > > > > > > > > > As an American, I greatly enjoyed yo mama ...
>
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WalkaboutsVerse
2011-07-31 10:53:37 UTC
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The current Irish Open is being played here...

Poem 12 of 230: GOLF AT KILLARNEY

At Killarney Golf and Fishing Club,
There’s two great courses to be found;
Built on Ireland’s fine Ring of Kerry,
Both are really worth a round.

From the local social Youth Hostel,
I hitched (doing as Irish do);
Then paid to play both the courses,
But missed five holes - Hostel curfew.

The fairways were lush and nicely groomed,
And the course views the best I’ve seen;
With walks beside the lakes and mountains,
I’m proud to say to there I’ve been.

(C) David Franks 2003
From http://walkaboutsverse.webs.com






On Jul 23, 10:26 am, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
> Poem 76 of 230: LAND RIGHTS
>
> If there is a good thing,
>     From the Second World War,
> It’s that most peoples learnt
>     To conquer lands no more.
>
> In Africa, Asia,
>     And the Pacific, too:
> Post-war independence -
>     Steps only bigots rue.
>
> But, for some indigenes
>     Outnumbered much-too-much,
> It has all come too late
>     For liberty, as such.
>
> So ‘tis in Australia,
>     And America’s sites,
> Where the best now, I think,
>     Is to respect land rights.
>
> (C) David Franks 2003
> Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> On Jul 16, 11:25 am, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
>
>
> > Hearing news of a record lottery win, plus the ignorance and greed
> > surrounding it...
>
> > Poem 138 of 230: AN OPIUM
>
> > National Lottery passes -
> >     Slight chances to be richer,
> >     With lots more than thy neighbour,
> >     Gained without any labour -
> >     Keep the system in favour:
> > An opium of the masses.
>
> > (C) David Franks 2003
> > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > On Jul 9, 7:06 pm, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > 14 years ago this week and, unlike a more-famous one, the paper
> > > mentioned is still going...
>
> > > Poem 43 of 230: A BAYSWATER BEDSIT
>
> > > Arrived in London,
> > > At Heathrow Airport,
> > > With sixty kilos
> > > Of luggage I'd brought.
>
> > > Found a paper, Loot,
> > > And called an agent;
> > > Stored two heavy bags,
> > > Then to him I went.
>
> > > For one week of rent,
> > > He'd ensure a bed
> > > Within Bayswater -
> > > A bed-sit, he said.
>
> > > It was eighty pounds
> > > Per week (nothing more),
> > > With a lift arranged
> > > To the building's door.
>
> > > Knackered and sleepless,
> > > I took the deal;
> > > Checked-in quickly,
> > > Had a rushed meal.
>
> > > Collected my bags
> > > (Tube there, shared-van back),
> > > Then carried them up
> > > To my top-floor shack.
>
> > > A penthouse - no need,
> > > It did me just fine:
> > > A cook-top and fridge,
> > > A table to dine.
>
> > > Seated, I could watch
> > > The clouds roll by -
> > > Often from the west -
> > > Or jets cut the sky.
>
> > > There were large plane-trees,
> > > A squirrel or two;
> > > And pigeons dropped by -
> > > Foregrounding the view.
>
> > > Plus, at dawn, the sun
> > > Shone in from the east -
> > > Filling the small room
> > > As on toast I’d feast.
>
> > > And, contemplating,
> > > It occurs to me -
> > > If all lived that well,
> > > How great it would be.
>
> > > But a lot do sleep
> > > Outdoors many nights -
> > > On sheets of cardboard,
> > > Without basic rights.
>
> > > (C) David Franks 2003
> > > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > > On Jun 18, 2:22 pm, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > > Poem 195 of 230: MUSING ON WIMBLEDON - SUMMER 2002
>
> > > > 2001 got somewhat cheeky,
> > > > So, on my T.V., I was pleased to see
> > > > Old-fashioned etiquette about the net...
> > > > But oh! to get among the coaching set.
>
> > > > Thus, here is a feature that I’d teach:
> > > > Two-hands each side – either off when can’t reach.
> > > > And, as for thoughts on pay, I do not say
> > > > “Amateur play” but “spread-out the outlay.”
>
> > > > (C) David Franks 2003
> > > > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > > > On Jun 11, 12:29 pm, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > > > A decade ago, I visited, in South East England...
>
> > > > > Poem 156 of 230:  EASTBOURNE - SUMMER 2001
>
> > > > > On the day before the solstice,
> > > > >     I first sighted Eastbourne:
> > > > > A beautiful elegant place -
> > > > >     English culture untorn.
>
> > > > > Two long-days allowed two long-lanes
> > > > >     To be walked before dark -
> > > > > One after travel on four trains,
> > > > >     One post-Devonshire Park.
>
> > > > > The first was between sea and heath,
> > > > >     And gardens signed by post,
> > > > > Then up the Downs to view, beneath,
> > > > >     The brutal handsome coast.
>
> > > > > The next, contrasting that before,
> > > > >     Showed all kinds of vessels -
> > > > > Parked up along the pebbly shore
> > > > >     And in marina cells.
>
> > > > > (But, as for the women's tennis,
> > > > >     It soon became a qualm -
> > > > > As I was put-off by what is
> > > > >     A great strain on the arm.)
>
> > > > > (C) David Franks 2003
> > > > > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > > > > On Jun 4, 3:49 pm, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > > > > This place was in our news for the wrong reasons last week -
> > > > > > vandalism, including cruelty to animals...
>
> > > > > > Poem 117 of 230: WYTHENSHAWE PARK - SUMMER 2000
>
> > > > > > Wythenshawe Hall
> > > > > >     Is elegant -
> > > > > > Although, in all,
> > > > > >     Extravagant.
>
> > > > > > Cromwell above
> > > > > >     A pyramid -
> > > > > > Symbolic stuff
> > > > > >     On what he did.
>
> > > > > > The plant centre
> > > > > >     Has well-kept ground -
> > > > > > Seems gardener
> > > > > >     Likes fish around.
>
> > > > > > Sports and leisure
> > > > > >     Places abound -
> > > > > > A good measure
> > > > > >     Of games are found.
>
> > > > > > A farm venture
> > > > > >     Has food at hand,
> > > > > > And more nature
> > > > > >     Lies in woodland.
>
> > > > > > (C) David Franks 2003
> > > > > > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > > > > > On May 28, 12:18 pm, walkaboutsverse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > > > > > I wrote this almost a decade ago, but suchlike, sadly, still occurs,
> > > > > > > including at the French Open, on now...
>
> > > > > > > Poem 222 of 230: ROM THE MINORITY
>
> > > > > > > More-and-more at tennis tournaments,
> > > > > > > Cheap-shots drop from somewhere in the crowd:
> > > > > > > A whistle during a service-toss,
> > > > > > > Or, in rallies, calls of "out" out loud.
>
> > > > > > > All these events have security,
> > > > > > > So, if goons try such to dupe a win,
> > > > > > > Perhaps umpires should ask a guard
> > > > > > > To watch the area of the sin.
>
> > > > > > > (C) David Franks 2003
> > > > > > > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > > > > > > On May 21, 10:37 am, walkaboutsverse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > > > > > > Scottish Cup final held not far from here...
>
> > > > > > > > Poem 67 of 230: AT A POND
>
> > > > > > > > By habit,
> > > > > > > > At a pond
> > > > > > > > I'd look down
> > > > > > > > Into it,
> > > > > > > > With the wish
> > > > > > > > Of finding
> > > > > > > > Signs of life -
> > > > > > > > Like goldfish.
>
> > > > > > > > At Glasgow's
> > > > > > > > Botanic
> > > > > > > > Gardens neat,
> > > > > > > > There echoes
> > > > > > > > Such a wish,
> > > > > > > > In the form
> > > > > > > > Of a fern
>
> > > > > > > > In a dish -
> > > > > > > > With nice fish.
> > > > > > > > (These days, though,
> > > > > > > > Native-ponds
> > > > > > > > Are my wish.)
>
> > > > > > > > (C) David Franks 2003
> > > > > > > > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > > > > > > > May 14, 11:58 am, walkaboutsverse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > > > > > > > About a now-closed pub in Manchester, where I was born and lived for a
> > > > > > > > > total of five years...
>
> > > > > > > > > Poem 58 of 230: THE OLD BULL
>
> > > > > > > > > Walked along Fog Lane,
> > > > > > > > > Looked at the park,
> > > > > > > > > Stopped in the Old Bull
> > > > > > > > > And had a hark,
> > > > > > > > > While eating lunch,
> > > > > > > > > On how at dark,
> > > > > > > > > Many years before,
> > > > > > > > > My father's lark,
> > > > > > > > > There, was games of darts -
> > > > > > > > > I'd filled an arc.
>
> > > > > > > > > (C) David Franks 2003
> > > > > > > > > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > > > > > > > > On May 8, 4:57 pm, Hieronymous Corey <***@gmail.com> wrote:
>
> > > > > > > > > > On May 7, 5:48 am, walkaboutsverse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > > > > > > > > > As an Englishman, I've greatly enjoyed visiting Scotland...
>
> > > > > > > > > > As an American, I greatly enjoyed yo mama ...
>
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WalkaboutsVerse
2011-07-31 11:00:46 UTC
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(Sorry if a duplicate came through - I just checked a day after
posting, and it was still not there.)


On Jul 23, 10:26 am, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
> Poem 76 of 230: LAND RIGHTS
>
> If there is a good thing,
>     From the Second World War,
> It’s that most peoples learnt
>     To conquer lands no more.
>
> In Africa, Asia,
>     And the Pacific, too:
> Post-war independence -
>     Steps only bigots rue.
>
> But, for some indigenes
>     Outnumbered much-too-much,
> It has all come too late
>     For liberty, as such.
>
> So ‘tis in Australia,
>     And America’s sites,
> Where the best now, I think,
>     Is to respect land rights.
>
> (C) David Franks 2003
> Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> On Jul 16, 11:25 am, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
>
>
> > Hearing news of a record lottery win, plus the ignorance and greed
> > surrounding it...
>
> > Poem 138 of 230: AN OPIUM
>
> > National Lottery passes -
> >     Slight chances to be richer,
> >     With lots more than thy neighbour,
> >     Gained without any labour -
> >     Keep the system in favour:
> > An opium of the masses.
>
> > (C) David Franks 2003
> > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > On Jul 9, 7:06 pm, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > 14 years ago this week and, unlike a more-famous one, the paper
> > > mentioned is still going...
>
> > > Poem 43 of 230: A BAYSWATER BEDSIT
>
> > > Arrived in London,
> > > At Heathrow Airport,
> > > With sixty kilos
> > > Of luggage I'd brought.
>
> > > Found a paper, Loot,
> > > And called an agent;
> > > Stored two heavy bags,
> > > Then to him I went.
>
> > > For one week of rent,
> > > He'd ensure a bed
> > > Within Bayswater -
> > > A bed-sit, he said.
>
> > > It was eighty pounds
> > > Per week (nothing more),
> > > With a lift arranged
> > > To the building's door.
>
> > > Knackered and sleepless,
> > > I took the deal;
> > > Checked-in quickly,
> > > Had a rushed meal.
>
> > > Collected my bags
> > > (Tube there, shared-van back),
> > > Then carried them up
> > > To my top-floor shack.
>
> > > A penthouse - no need,
> > > It did me just fine:
> > > A cook-top and fridge,
> > > A table to dine.
>
> > > Seated, I could watch
> > > The clouds roll by -
> > > Often from the west -
> > > Or jets cut the sky.
>
> > > There were large plane-trees,
> > > A squirrel or two;
> > > And pigeons dropped by -
> > > Foregrounding the view.
>
> > > Plus, at dawn, the sun
> > > Shone in from the east -
> > > Filling the small room
> > > As on toast I’d feast.
>
> > > And, contemplating,
> > > It occurs to me -
> > > If all lived that well,
> > > How great it would be.
>
> > > But a lot do sleep
> > > Outdoors many nights -
> > > On sheets of cardboard,
> > > Without basic rights.
>
> > > (C) David Franks 2003
> > > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > > On Jun 18, 2:22 pm, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > > Poem 195 of 230: MUSING ON WIMBLEDON - SUMMER 2002
>
> > > > 2001 got somewhat cheeky,
> > > > So, on my T.V., I was pleased to see
> > > > Old-fashioned etiquette about the net...
> > > > But oh! to get among the coaching set.
>
> > > > Thus, here is a feature that I’d teach:
> > > > Two-hands each side – either off when can’t reach.
> > > > And, as for thoughts on pay, I do not say
> > > > “Amateur play” but “spread-out the outlay.”
>
> > > > (C) David Franks 2003
> > > > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > > > On Jun 11, 12:29 pm, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > > > A decade ago, I visited, in South East England...
>
> > > > > Poem 156 of 230:  EASTBOURNE - SUMMER 2001
>
> > > > > On the day before the solstice,
> > > > >     I first sighted Eastbourne:
> > > > > A beautiful elegant place -
> > > > >     English culture untorn.
>
> > > > > Two long-days allowed two long-lanes
> > > > >     To be walked before dark -
> > > > > One after travel on four trains,
> > > > >     One post-Devonshire Park.
>
> > > > > The first was between sea and heath,
> > > > >     And gardens signed by post,
> > > > > Then up the Downs to view, beneath,
> > > > >     The brutal handsome coast.
>
> > > > > The next, contrasting that before,
> > > > >     Showed all kinds of vessels -
> > > > > Parked up along the pebbly shore
> > > > >     And in marina cells.
>
> > > > > (But, as for the women's tennis,
> > > > >     It soon became a qualm -
> > > > > As I was put-off by what is
> > > > >     A great strain on the arm.)
>
> > > > > (C) David Franks 2003
> > > > > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > > > > On Jun 4, 3:49 pm, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > > > > This place was in our news for the wrong reasons last week -
> > > > > > vandalism, including cruelty to animals...
>
> > > > > > Poem 117 of 230: WYTHENSHAWE PARK - SUMMER 2000
>
> > > > > > Wythenshawe Hall
> > > > > >     Is elegant -
> > > > > > Although, in all,
> > > > > >     Extravagant.
>
> > > > > > Cromwell above
> > > > > >     A pyramid -
> > > > > > Symbolic stuff
> > > > > >     On what he did.
>
> > > > > > The plant centre
> > > > > >     Has well-kept ground -
> > > > > > Seems gardener
> > > > > >     Likes fish around.
>
> > > > > > Sports and leisure
> > > > > >     Places abound -
> > > > > > A good measure
> > > > > >     Of games are found.
>
> > > > > > A farm venture
> > > > > >     Has food at hand,
> > > > > > And more nature
> > > > > >     Lies in woodland.
>
> > > > > > (C) David Franks 2003
> > > > > > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > > > > > On May 28, 12:18 pm, walkaboutsverse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > > > > > I wrote this almost a decade ago, but suchlike, sadly, still occurs,
> > > > > > > including at the French Open, on now...
>
> > > > > > > Poem 222 of 230: ROM THE MINORITY
>
> > > > > > > More-and-more at tennis tournaments,
> > > > > > > Cheap-shots drop from somewhere in the crowd:
> > > > > > > A whistle during a service-toss,
> > > > > > > Or, in rallies, calls of "out" out loud.
>
> > > > > > > All these events have security,
> > > > > > > So, if goons try such to dupe a win,
> > > > > > > Perhaps umpires should ask a guard
> > > > > > > To watch the area of the sin.
>
> > > > > > > (C) David Franks 2003
> > > > > > > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > > > > > > On May 21, 10:37 am, walkaboutsverse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > > > > > > Scottish Cup final held not far from here...
>
> > > > > > > > Poem 67 of 230: AT A POND
>
> > > > > > > > By habit,
> > > > > > > > At a pond
> > > > > > > > I'd look down
> > > > > > > > Into it,
> > > > > > > > With the wish
> > > > > > > > Of finding
> > > > > > > > Signs of life -
> > > > > > > > Like goldfish.
>
> > > > > > > > At Glasgow's
> > > > > > > > Botanic
> > > > > > > > Gardens neat,
> > > > > > > > There echoes
> > > > > > > > Such a wish,
> > > > > > > > In the form
> > > > > > > > Of a fern
>
> > > > > > > > In a dish -
> > > > > > > > With nice fish.
> > > > > > > > (These days, though,
> > > > > > > > Native-ponds
> > > > > > > > Are my wish.)
>
> > > > > > > > (C) David Franks 2003
> > > > > > > > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > > > > > > > May 14, 11:58 am, walkaboutsverse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > > > > > > > About a now-closed pub in Manchester, where I was born and lived for a
> > > > > > > > > total of five years...
>
> > > > > > > > > Poem 58 of 230: THE OLD BULL
>
> > > > > > > > > Walked along Fog Lane,
> > > > > > > > > Looked at the park,
> > > > > > > > > Stopped in the Old Bull
> > > > > > > > > And had a hark,
> > > > > > > > > While eating lunch,
> > > > > > > > > On how at dark,
> > > > > > > > > Many years before,
> > > > > > > > > My father's lark,
> > > > > > > > > There, was games of darts -
> > > > > > > > > I'd filled an arc.
>
> > > > > > > > > (C) David Franks 2003
> > > > > > > > > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > > > > > > > > On May 8, 4:57 pm, Hieronymous Corey <***@gmail.com> wrote:
>
> > > > > > > > > > On May 7, 5:48 am, walkaboutsverse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > > > > > > > > > As an Englishman, I've greatly enjoyed visiting Scotland...
>
> > > > > > > > > > As an American, I greatly enjoyed yo mama ...
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Poem 184 of 230: THE QUICK CLUBBERS’ TROT IN NEWCASTLE - AUTUMN 2001

Fridays, Saturdays,
Latish in the night,
Bringing a smile,
Making quite a sight
Down the steep-sloped Side,
High on their heels -
Bonny blithe ladies,
Done with their meals
Or earlier clubs,
Seeking the next spot,
And risking it with
Their quick clubbers’ trot.

(C) David Franks 2003
From http://walkaboutsverse.webs.com




On Jul 31, 12:00 pm, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
> (Sorry if a duplicate came through - I just checked a day after
> posting, and it was still not there.)
>
> On Jul 23, 10:26 am, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
>
>
> > Poem 76 of 230: LAND RIGHTS
>
> > If there is a good thing,
> >     From the Second World War,
> > It’s that most peoples learnt
> >     To conquer lands no more.
>
> > In Africa, Asia,
> >     And the Pacific, too:
> > Post-war independence -
> >     Steps only bigots rue.
>
> > But, for some indigenes
> >     Outnumbered much-too-much,
> > It has all come too late
> >     For liberty, as such.
>
> > So ‘tis in Australia,
> >     And America’s sites,
> > Where the best now, I think,
> >     Is to respect land rights.
>
> > (C) David Franks 2003
> > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > On Jul 16, 11:25 am, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > Hearing news of a record lottery win, plus the ignorance and greed
> > > surrounding it...
>
> > > Poem 138 of 230: AN OPIUM
>
> > > National Lottery passes -
> > >     Slight chances to be richer,
> > >     With lots more than thy neighbour,
> > >     Gained without any labour -
> > >     Keep the system in favour:
> > > An opium of the masses.
>
> > > (C) David Franks 2003
> > > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > > On Jul 9, 7:06 pm, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > > 14 years ago this week and, unlike a more-famous one, the paper
> > > > mentioned is still going...
>
> > > > Poem 43 of 230: A BAYSWATER BEDSIT
>
> > > > Arrived in London,
> > > > At Heathrow Airport,
> > > > With sixty kilos
> > > > Of luggage I'd brought.
>
> > > > Found a paper, Loot,
> > > > And called an agent;
> > > > Stored two heavy bags,
> > > > Then to him I went.
>
> > > > For one week of rent,
> > > > He'd ensure a bed
> > > > Within Bayswater -
> > > > A bed-sit, he said.
>
> > > > It was eighty pounds
> > > > Per week (nothing more),
> > > > With a lift arranged
> > > > To the building's door.
>
> > > > Knackered and sleepless,
> > > > I took the deal;
> > > > Checked-in quickly,
> > > > Had a rushed meal.
>
> > > > Collected my bags
> > > > (Tube there, shared-van back),
> > > > Then carried them up
> > > > To my top-floor shack.
>
> > > > A penthouse - no need,
> > > > It did me just fine:
> > > > A cook-top and fridge,
> > > > A table to dine.
>
> > > > Seated, I could watch
> > > > The clouds roll by -
> > > > Often from the west -
> > > > Or jets cut the sky.
>
> > > > There were large plane-trees,
> > > > A squirrel or two;
> > > > And pigeons dropped by -
> > > > Foregrounding the view.
>
> > > > Plus, at dawn, the sun
> > > > Shone in from the east -
> > > > Filling the small room
> > > > As on toast I’d feast.
>
> > > > And, contemplating,
> > > > It occurs to me -
> > > > If all lived that well,
> > > > How great it would be.
>
> > > > But a lot do sleep
> > > > Outdoors many nights -
> > > > On sheets of cardboard,
> > > > Without basic rights.
>
> > > > (C) David Franks 2003
> > > > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > > > On Jun 18, 2:22 pm, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > > > Poem 195 of 230: MUSING ON WIMBLEDON - SUMMER 2002
>
> > > > > 2001 got somewhat cheeky,
> > > > > So, on my T.V., I was pleased to see
> > > > > Old-fashioned etiquette about the net...
> > > > > But oh! to get among the coaching set.
>
> > > > > Thus, here is a feature that I’d teach:
> > > > > Two-hands each side – either off when can’t reach.
> > > > > And, as for thoughts on pay, I do not say
> > > > > “Amateur play” but “spread-out the outlay.”
>
> > > > > (C) David Franks 2003
> > > > > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > > > > On Jun 11, 12:29 pm, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > > > > A decade ago, I visited, in South East England...
>
> > > > > > Poem 156 of 230:  EASTBOURNE - SUMMER 2001
>
> > > > > > On the day before the solstice,
> > > > > >     I first sighted Eastbourne:
> > > > > > A beautiful elegant place -
> > > > > >     English culture untorn.
>
> > > > > > Two long-days allowed two long-lanes
> > > > > >     To be walked before dark -
> > > > > > One after travel on four trains,
> > > > > >     One post-Devonshire Park.
>
> > > > > > The first was between sea and heath,
> > > > > >     And gardens signed by post,
> > > > > > Then up the Downs to view, beneath,
> > > > > >     The brutal handsome coast.
>
> > > > > > The next, contrasting that before,
> > > > > >     Showed all kinds of vessels -
> > > > > > Parked up along the pebbly shore
> > > > > >     And in marina cells.
>
> > > > > > (But, as for the women's tennis,
> > > > > >     It soon became a qualm -
> > > > > > As I was put-off by what is
> > > > > >     A great strain on the arm.)
>
> > > > > > (C) David Franks 2003
> > > > > > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > > > > > On Jun 4, 3:49 pm, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > > > > > This place was in our news for the wrong reasons last week -
> > > > > > > vandalism, including cruelty to animals...
>
> > > > > > > Poem 117 of 230: WYTHENSHAWE PARK - SUMMER 2000
>
> > > > > > > Wythenshawe Hall
> > > > > > >     Is elegant -
> > > > > > > Although, in all,
> > > > > > >     Extravagant.
>
> > > > > > > Cromwell above
> > > > > > >     A pyramid -
> > > > > > > Symbolic stuff
> > > > > > >     On what he did.
>
> > > > > > > The plant centre
> > > > > > >     Has well-kept ground -
> > > > > > > Seems gardener
> > > > > > >     Likes fish around.
>
> > > > > > > Sports and leisure
> > > > > > >     Places abound -
> > > > > > > A good measure
> > > > > > >     Of games are found.
>
> > > > > > > A farm venture
> > > > > > >     Has food at hand,
> > > > > > > And more nature
> > > > > > >     Lies in woodland.
>
> > > > > > > (C) David Franks 2003
> > > > > > > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > > > > > > On May 28, 12:18 pm, walkaboutsverse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > > > > > > I wrote this almost a decade ago, but suchlike, sadly, still occurs,
> > > > > > > > including at the French Open, on now...
>
> > > > > > > > Poem 222 of 230: ROM THE MINORITY
>
> > > > > > > > More-and-more at tennis tournaments,
> > > > > > > > Cheap-shots drop from somewhere in the crowd:
> > > > > > > > A whistle during a service-toss,
> > > > > > > > Or, in rallies, calls of "out" out loud.
>
> > > > > > > > All these events have security,
> > > > > > > > So, if goons try such to dupe a win,
> > > > > > > > Perhaps umpires should ask a guard
> > > > > > > > To watch the area of the sin.
>
> > > > > > > > (C) David Franks 2003
> > > > > > > > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > > > > > > > On May 21, 10:37 am, walkaboutsverse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > > > > > > > Scottish Cup final held not far from here...
>
> > > > > > > > > Poem 67 of 230: AT A POND
>
> > > > > > > > > By habit,
> > > > > > > > > At a pond
> > > > > > > > > I'd look down
> > > > > > > > > Into it,
> > > > > > > > > With the wish
> > > > > > > > > Of finding
> > > > > > > > > Signs of life -
> > > > > > > > > Like goldfish.
>
> > > > > > > > > At Glasgow's
> > > > > > > > > Botanic
> > > > > > > > > Gardens neat,
> > > > > > > > > There echoes
> > > > > > > > > Such a wish,
> > > > > > > > > In the form
> > > > > > > > > Of a fern
>
> > > > > > > > > In a dish -
> > > > > > > > > With nice fish.
> > > > > > > > > (These days, though,
> > > > > > > > > Native-ponds
> > > > > > > > > Are my wish.)
>
> > > > > > > > > (C) David Franks 2003
> > > > > > > > > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > > > > > > > > May 14, 11:58 am, walkaboutsverse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > > > > > > > > About a now-closed pub in Manchester, where I was born and lived for a
> > > > > > > > > > total of five years...
>
> > > > > > > > > > Poem 58 of 230: THE OLD BULL
>
> > > > > > > > > > Walked along Fog Lane,
> > > > > > > > > > Looked at the park,
> > > > > > > > > > Stopped in the Old Bull
> > > > > > > > > > And had a hark,
> > > > > > > > > > While eating lunch,
> > > > > > > > > > On how at dark,
> > > > > > > > > > Many years before,
> > > > > > > > > > My father's lark,
> > > > > > > > > > There, was games of darts -
> > > > > > > > > > I'd filled an arc.
>
> > > > > > > > > > (C) David Franks 2003
> > > > > > > > > > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > > > > > > > > > On May 8, 4:57 pm, Hieronymous Corey <***@gmail.com> wrote:
>
> > > > > > > > > > > On May 7, 5:48 am, walkaboutsverse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > > > > > > > > > > As an Englishman, I've greatly enjoyed visiting Scotland...
>
> > > > > > > > > > > As an American, I greatly enjoyed yo mama ...
>
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WalkaboutsVerse
2011-08-13 20:49:28 UTC
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Poem/song 159 of 230 WINDERMERE - SUMMER 2001

(Tune:

C F G F D F D C C
B G F A G B C’ C’
C F G F D F D C C
B G F A G B C’ C’

C F B E’
E’ D’ C’ B A G F
C F B E’
E’ D’ C’ B A G F)

Some thirteen years from my first visit
(Then, dropped from hitching, just near;
This time, by train and a downhill walk),
I arrived at Windermere:

A Wainwright-like
Windermere walkabout;
A Wordsworth-like
Windermere walkabout.

On the ferry Miss Cumbria Three,
A chill-out trip to Ambleside -
Viewing the trees, the farms, the fells,
And the more sporty ways to ride.

A...

Once there, an uphill walk through the shops
Led to a leaf, rock and root track,
With a stalactite-like mossy falls,
And a bridge - starting the way back.

A...

Track-side, gripping the ghyll, ancient woods
Shaded what was a sunny day,
And the babbling brook gave sound softly -
Soothing the soul a further way.

A...

Then home - again charmed by the thin-stone
Minimum-mortar kept buildings,
The surrounds of England’s largest lake,
And movie train-window viewings.

A...

(C) David Franks 2003
From http://walkaboutsverse.webs.com/





On Aug 6, 1:57 pm, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
> Poem 184 of 230:  THE QUICK CLUBBERS’ TROT IN NEWCASTLE - AUTUMN 2001
>
> Fridays, Saturdays,
>     Latish in the night,
> Bringing a smile,
>     Making quite a sight
> Down the steep-sloped Side,
>     High on their heels -
> Bonny blithe ladies,
>     Done with their meals
> Or earlier clubs,
>     Seeking the next spot,
> And risking it with
>     Their quick clubbers’ trot.
>
> (C) David Franks 2003
> Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> On Jul 31, 12:00 pm, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
>
>
> > (Sorry if a duplicate came through - I just checked a day after
> > posting, and it was still not there.)
>
> > On Jul 23, 10:26 am, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > Poem 76 of 230: LAND RIGHTS
>
> > > If there is a good thing,
> > >     From the Second World War,
> > > It’s that most peoples learnt
> > >     To conquer lands no more.
>
> > > In Africa, Asia,
> > >     And the Pacific, too:
> > > Post-war independence -
> > >     Steps only bigots rue.
>
> > > But, for some indigenes
> > >     Outnumbered much-too-much,
> > > It has all come too late
> > >     For liberty, as such.
>
> > > So ‘tis in Australia,
> > >     And America’s sites,
> > > Where the best now, I think,
> > >     Is to respect land rights.
>
> > > (C) David Franks 2003
> > > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > > On Jul 16, 11:25 am, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > > Hearing news of a record lottery win, plus the ignorance and greed
> > > > surrounding it...
>
> > > > Poem 138 of 230: AN OPIUM
>
> > > > National Lottery passes -
> > > >     Slight chances to be richer,
> > > >     With lots more than thy neighbour,
> > > >     Gained without any labour -
> > > >     Keep the system in favour:
> > > > An opium of the masses.
>
> > > > (C) David Franks 2003
> > > > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > > > On Jul 9, 7:06 pm, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > > > 14 years ago this week and, unlike a more-famous one, the paper
> > > > > mentioned is still going...
>
> > > > > Poem 43 of 230: A BAYSWATER BEDSIT
>
> > > > > Arrived in London,
> > > > > At Heathrow Airport,
> > > > > With sixty kilos
> > > > > Of luggage I'd brought.
>
> > > > > Found a paper, Loot,
> > > > > And called an agent;
> > > > > Stored two heavy bags,
> > > > > Then to him I went.
>
> > > > > For one week of rent,
> > > > > He'd ensure a bed
> > > > > Within Bayswater -
> > > > > A bed-sit, he said.
>
> > > > > It was eighty pounds
> > > > > Per week (nothing more),
> > > > > With a lift arranged
> > > > > To the building's door.
>
> > > > > Knackered and sleepless,
> > > > > I took the deal;
> > > > > Checked-in quickly,
> > > > > Had a rushed meal.
>
> > > > > Collected my bags
> > > > > (Tube there, shared-van back),
> > > > > Then carried them up
> > > > > To my top-floor shack.
>
> > > > > A penthouse - no need,
> > > > > It did me just fine:
> > > > > A cook-top and fridge,
> > > > > A table to dine.
>
> > > > > Seated, I could watch
> > > > > The clouds roll by -
> > > > > Often from the west -
> > > > > Or jets cut the sky.
>
> > > > > There were large plane-trees,
> > > > > A squirrel or two;
> > > > > And pigeons dropped by -
> > > > > Foregrounding the view.
>
> > > > > Plus, at dawn, the sun
> > > > > Shone in from the east -
> > > > > Filling the small room
> > > > > As on toast I’d feast.
>
> > > > > And, contemplating,
> > > > > It occurs to me -
> > > > > If all lived that well,
> > > > > How great it would be.
>
> > > > > But a lot do sleep
> > > > > Outdoors many nights -
> > > > > On sheets of cardboard,
> > > > > Without basic rights.
>
> > > > > (C) David Franks 2003
> > > > > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > > > > On Jun 18, 2:22 pm, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > > > > Poem 195 of 230: MUSING ON WIMBLEDON - SUMMER 2002
>
> > > > > > 2001 got somewhat cheeky,
> > > > > > So, on my T.V., I was pleased to see
> > > > > > Old-fashioned etiquette about the net...
> > > > > > But oh! to get among the coaching set.
>
> > > > > > Thus, here is a feature that I’d teach:
> > > > > > Two-hands each side – either off when can’t reach.
> > > > > > And, as for thoughts on pay, I do not say
> > > > > > “Amateur play” but “spread-out the outlay.”
>
> > > > > > (C) David Franks 2003
> > > > > > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > > > > > On Jun 11, 12:29 pm, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > > > > > A decade ago, I visited, in South East England...
>
> > > > > > > Poem 156 of 230:  EASTBOURNE - SUMMER 2001
>
> > > > > > > On the day before the solstice,
> > > > > > >     I first sighted Eastbourne:
> > > > > > > A beautiful elegant place -
> > > > > > >     English culture untorn.
>
> > > > > > > Two long-days allowed two long-lanes
> > > > > > >     To be walked before dark -
> > > > > > > One after travel on four trains,
> > > > > > >     One post-Devonshire Park.
>
> > > > > > > The first was between sea and heath,
> > > > > > >     And gardens signed by post,
> > > > > > > Then up the Downs to view, beneath,
> > > > > > >     The brutal handsome coast.
>
> > > > > > > The next, contrasting that before,
> > > > > > >     Showed all kinds of vessels -
> > > > > > > Parked up along the pebbly shore
> > > > > > >     And in marina cells.
>
> > > > > > > (But, as for the women's tennis,
> > > > > > >     It soon became a qualm -
> > > > > > > As I was put-off by what is
> > > > > > >     A great strain on the arm.)
>
> > > > > > > (C) David Franks 2003
> > > > > > > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > > > > > > On Jun 4, 3:49 pm, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > > > > > > This place was in our news for the wrong reasons last week -
> > > > > > > > vandalism, including cruelty to animals...
>
> > > > > > > > Poem 117 of 230: WYTHENSHAWE PARK - SUMMER 2000
>
> > > > > > > > Wythenshawe Hall
> > > > > > > >     Is elegant -
> > > > > > > > Although, in all,
> > > > > > > >     Extravagant.
>
> > > > > > > > Cromwell above
> > > > > > > >     A pyramid -
> > > > > > > > Symbolic stuff
> > > > > > > >     On what he did.
>
> > > > > > > > The plant centre
> > > > > > > >     Has well-kept ground -
> > > > > > > > Seems gardener
> > > > > > > >     Likes fish around.
>
> > > > > > > > Sports and leisure
> > > > > > > >     Places abound -
> > > > > > > > A good measure
> > > > > > > >     Of games are found.
>
> > > > > > > > A farm venture
> > > > > > > >     Has food at hand,
> > > > > > > > And more nature
> > > > > > > >     Lies in woodland.
>
> > > > > > > > (C) David Franks 2003
> > > > > > > > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > > > > > > > On May 28, 12:18 pm, walkaboutsverse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > > > > > > > I wrote this almost a decade ago, but suchlike, sadly, still occurs,
> > > > > > > > > including at the French Open, on now...
>
> > > > > > > > > Poem 222 of 230: ROM THE MINORITY
>
> > > > > > > > > More-and-more at tennis tournaments,
> > > > > > > > > Cheap-shots drop from somewhere in the crowd:
> > > > > > > > > A whistle during a service-toss,
> > > > > > > > > Or, in rallies, calls of "out" out loud.
>
> > > > > > > > > All these events have security,
> > > > > > > > > So, if goons try such to dupe a win,
> > > > > > > > > Perhaps umpires should ask a guard
> > > > > > > > > To watch the area of the sin.
>
> > > > > > > > > (C) David Franks 2003
> > > > > > > > > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > > > > > > > > On May 21, 10:37 am, walkaboutsverse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > > > > > > > > Scottish Cup final held not far from here...
>
> > > > > > > > > > Poem 67 of 230: AT A POND
>
> > > > > > > > > > By habit,
> > > > > > > > > > At a pond
> > > > > > > > > > I'd look down
> > > > > > > > > > Into it,
> > > > > > > > > > With the wish
> > > > > > > > > > Of finding
> > > > > > > > > > Signs of life -
> > > > > > > > > > Like goldfish.
>
> > > > > > > > > > At Glasgow's
> > > > > > > > > > Botanic
> > > > > > > > > > Gardens neat,
> > > > > > > > > > There echoes
> > > > > > > > > > Such a wish,
> > > > > > > > > > In the form
> > > > > > > > > > Of a fern
>
> > > > > > > > > > In a dish -
> > > > > > > > > > With nice fish.
> > > > > > > > > > (These days, though,
> > > > > > > > > > Native-ponds
> > > > > > > > > > Are my wish.)
>
> > > > > > > > > > (C) David Franks 2003
> > > > > > > > > > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > > > > > > > > > May 14, 11:58 am, walkaboutsverse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > > > > > > > > > About a now-closed pub in Manchester, where I was born and lived for a
> > > > > > > > > > > total of five years...
>
> > > > > > > > > > > Poem 58 of 230: THE OLD BULL
>
> > > > > > > > > > > Walked along Fog Lane,
> > > > > > > > > > > Looked at the park,
> > > > > > > > > > > Stopped in the Old Bull
> > > > > > > > > > > And had a hark,
> > > > > > > > > > > While eating lunch,
> > > > > > > > > > > On how at dark,
> > > > > > > > > > > Many years before,
> > > > > > > > > > > My father's lark,
> > > > > > > > > > > There, was games of darts -
> > > > > > > > > > > I'd filled an arc.
>
> > > > > > > > > > > (C) David Franks 2003
> > > > > > > > > > > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
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> > > > > > > > > > > > > As an Englishman, I've greatly enjoyed visiting Scotland...
>
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....and you may here the above on http://www.myspace.com/walkaboutsverse



On Aug 13, 9:49 pm, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
> Poem/song 159 of 230 WINDERMERE - SUMMER 2001
>
> (Tune:
>
> C F G F D F D C C
> B G F A G B C’ C’
> C F G F D F D C C
> B G F A G B C’ C’
>
> C F B E’
> E’ D’ C’ B A G F
> C F B E’
> E’ D’ C’ B A G F)
>
> Some thirteen years from my first visit
> (Then, dropped from hitching, just near;
> This time, by train and a downhill walk),
> I arrived at Windermere:
>
> A Wainwright-like
> Windermere walkabout;
> A Wordsworth-like
> Windermere walkabout.
>
> On the ferry Miss Cumbria Three,
> A chill-out trip to Ambleside -
> Viewing the trees, the farms, the fells,
> And the more sporty ways to ride.
>
> A...
>
> Once there, an uphill walk through the shops
> Led to a leaf, rock and root track,
> With a stalactite-like mossy falls,
> And a bridge - starting the way back.
>
> A...
>
> Track-side, gripping the ghyll, ancient woods
> Shaded what was a sunny day,
> And the babbling brook gave sound softly -
> Soothing the soul a further way.
>
> A...
>
> Then home - again charmed by the thin-stone
> Minimum-mortar kept buildings,
> The surrounds of England’s largest lake,
> And movie train-window viewings.
>
> A...
>
> (C) David Franks 2003
> Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com/
>
> On Aug 6, 1:57 pm, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
>
>
> > Poem 184 of 230:  THE QUICK CLUBBERS’ TROT IN NEWCASTLE - AUTUMN 2001
>
> > Fridays, Saturdays,
> >     Latish in the night,
> > Bringing a smile,
> >     Making quite a sight
> > Down the steep-sloped Side,
> >     High on their heels -
> > Bonny blithe ladies,
> >     Done with their meals
> > Or earlier clubs,
> >     Seeking the next spot,
> > And risking it with
> >     Their quick clubbers’ trot.
>
> > (C) David Franks 2003
> > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > On Jul 31, 12:00 pm, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > (Sorry if a duplicate came through - I just checked a day after
> > > posting, and it was still not there.)
>
> > > On Jul 23, 10:26 am, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > > Poem 76 of 230: LAND RIGHTS
>
> > > > If there is a good thing,
> > > >     From the Second World War,
> > > > It’s that most peoples learnt
> > > >     To conquer lands no more.
>
> > > > In Africa, Asia,
> > > >     And the Pacific, too:
> > > > Post-war independence -
> > > >     Steps only bigots rue.
>
> > > > But, for some indigenes
> > > >     Outnumbered much-too-much,
> > > > It has all come too late
> > > >     For liberty, as such.
>
> > > > So ‘tis in Australia,
> > > >     And America’s sites,
> > > > Where the best now, I think,
> > > >     Is to respect land rights.
>
> > > > (C) David Franks 2003
> > > > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > > > On Jul 16, 11:25 am, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > > > Hearing news of a record lottery win, plus the ignorance and greed
> > > > > surrounding it...
>
> > > > > Poem 138 of 230: AN OPIUM
>
> > > > > National Lottery passes -
> > > > >     Slight chances to be richer,
> > > > >     With lots more than thy neighbour,
> > > > >     Gained without any labour -
> > > > >     Keep the system in favour:
> > > > > An opium of the masses.
>
> > > > > (C) David Franks 2003
> > > > > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > > > > On Jul 9, 7:06 pm, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > > > > 14 years ago this week and, unlike a more-famous one, the paper
> > > > > > mentioned is still going...
>
> > > > > > Poem 43 of 230: A BAYSWATER BEDSIT
>
> > > > > > Arrived in London,
> > > > > > At Heathrow Airport,
> > > > > > With sixty kilos
> > > > > > Of luggage I'd brought.
>
> > > > > > Found a paper, Loot,
> > > > > > And called an agent;
> > > > > > Stored two heavy bags,
> > > > > > Then to him I went.
>
> > > > > > For one week of rent,
> > > > > > He'd ensure a bed
> > > > > > Within Bayswater -
> > > > > > A bed-sit, he said.
>
> > > > > > It was eighty pounds
> > > > > > Per week (nothing more),
> > > > > > With a lift arranged
> > > > > > To the building's door.
>
> > > > > > Knackered and sleepless,
> > > > > > I took the deal;
> > > > > > Checked-in quickly,
> > > > > > Had a rushed meal.
>
> > > > > > Collected my bags
> > > > > > (Tube there, shared-van back),
> > > > > > Then carried them up
> > > > > > To my top-floor shack.
>
> > > > > > A penthouse - no need,
> > > > > > It did me just fine:
> > > > > > A cook-top and fridge,
> > > > > > A table to dine.
>
> > > > > > Seated, I could watch
> > > > > > The clouds roll by -
> > > > > > Often from the west -
> > > > > > Or jets cut the sky.
>
> > > > > > There were large plane-trees,
> > > > > > A squirrel or two;
> > > > > > And pigeons dropped by -
> > > > > > Foregrounding the view.
>
> > > > > > Plus, at dawn, the sun
> > > > > > Shone in from the east -
> > > > > > Filling the small room
> > > > > > As on toast I’d feast.
>
> > > > > > And, contemplating,
> > > > > > It occurs to me -
> > > > > > If all lived that well,
> > > > > > How great it would be.
>
> > > > > > But a lot do sleep
> > > > > > Outdoors many nights -
> > > > > > On sheets of cardboard,
> > > > > > Without basic rights.
>
> > > > > > (C) David Franks 2003
> > > > > > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > > > > > On Jun 18, 2:22 pm, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > > > > > Poem 195 of 230: MUSING ON WIMBLEDON - SUMMER 2002
>
> > > > > > > 2001 got somewhat cheeky,
> > > > > > > So, on my T.V., I was pleased to see
> > > > > > > Old-fashioned etiquette about the net...
> > > > > > > But oh! to get among the coaching set.
>
> > > > > > > Thus, here is a feature that I’d teach:
> > > > > > > Two-hands each side – either off when can’t reach.
> > > > > > > And, as for thoughts on pay, I do not say
> > > > > > > “Amateur play” but “spread-out the outlay.”
>
> > > > > > > (C) David Franks 2003
> > > > > > > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > > > > > > On Jun 11, 12:29 pm, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > > > > > > A decade ago, I visited, in South East England...
>
> > > > > > > > Poem 156 of 230:  EASTBOURNE - SUMMER 2001
>
> > > > > > > > On the day before the solstice,
> > > > > > > >     I first sighted Eastbourne:
> > > > > > > > A beautiful elegant place -
> > > > > > > >     English culture untorn.
>
> > > > > > > > Two long-days allowed two long-lanes
> > > > > > > >     To be walked before dark -
> > > > > > > > One after travel on four trains,
> > > > > > > >     One post-Devonshire Park.
>
> > > > > > > > The first was between sea and heath,
> > > > > > > >     And gardens signed by post,
> > > > > > > > Then up the Downs to view, beneath,
> > > > > > > >     The brutal handsome coast.
>
> > > > > > > > The next, contrasting that before,
> > > > > > > >     Showed all kinds of vessels -
> > > > > > > > Parked up along the pebbly shore
> > > > > > > >     And in marina cells.
>
> > > > > > > > (But, as for the women's tennis,
> > > > > > > >     It soon became a qualm -
> > > > > > > > As I was put-off by what is
> > > > > > > >     A great strain on the arm.)
>
> > > > > > > > (C) David Franks 2003
> > > > > > > > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > > > > > > > On Jun 4, 3:49 pm, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > > > > > > > This place was in our news for the wrong reasons last week -
> > > > > > > > > vandalism, including cruelty to animals...
>
> > > > > > > > > Poem 117 of 230: WYTHENSHAWE PARK - SUMMER 2000
>
> > > > > > > > > Wythenshawe Hall
> > > > > > > > >     Is elegant -
> > > > > > > > > Although, in all,
> > > > > > > > >     Extravagant.
>
> > > > > > > > > Cromwell above
> > > > > > > > >     A pyramid -
> > > > > > > > > Symbolic stuff
> > > > > > > > >     On what he did.
>
> > > > > > > > > The plant centre
> > > > > > > > >     Has well-kept ground -
> > > > > > > > > Seems gardener
> > > > > > > > >     Likes fish around.
>
> > > > > > > > > Sports and leisure
> > > > > > > > >     Places abound -
> > > > > > > > > A good measure
> > > > > > > > >     Of games are found.
>
> > > > > > > > > A farm venture
> > > > > > > > >     Has food at hand,
> > > > > > > > > And more nature
> > > > > > > > >     Lies in woodland.
>
> > > > > > > > > (C) David Franks 2003
> > > > > > > > > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > > > > > > > > On May 28, 12:18 pm, walkaboutsverse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > > > > > > > > I wrote this almost a decade ago, but suchlike, sadly, still occurs,
> > > > > > > > > > including at the French Open, on now...
>
> > > > > > > > > > Poem 222 of 230: ROM THE MINORITY
>
> > > > > > > > > > More-and-more at tennis tournaments,
> > > > > > > > > > Cheap-shots drop from somewhere in the crowd:
> > > > > > > > > > A whistle during a service-toss,
> > > > > > > > > > Or, in rallies, calls of "out" out loud.
>
> > > > > > > > > > All these events have security,
> > > > > > > > > > So, if goons try such to dupe a win,
> > > > > > > > > > Perhaps umpires should ask a guard
> > > > > > > > > > To watch the area of the sin.
>
> > > > > > > > > > (C) David Franks 2003
> > > > > > > > > > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > > > > > > > > > On May 21, 10:37 am, walkaboutsverse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > > > > > > > > > Scottish Cup final held not far from here...
>
> > > > > > > > > > > Poem 67 of 230: AT A POND
>
> > > > > > > > > > > By habit,
> > > > > > > > > > > At a pond
> > > > > > > > > > > I'd look down
> > > > > > > > > > > Into it,
> > > > > > > > > > > With the wish
> > > > > > > > > > > Of finding
> > > > > > > > > > > Signs of life -
> > > > > > > > > > > Like goldfish.
>
> > > > > > > > > > > At Glasgow's
> > > > > > > > > > > Botanic
> > > > > > > > > > > Gardens neat,
> > > > > > > > > > > There echoes
> > > > > > > > > > > Such a wish,
> > > > > > > > > > > In the form
> > > > > > > > > > > Of a fern
>
> > > > > > > > > > > In a dish -
> > > > > > > > > > > With nice fish.
> > > > > > > > > > > (These days, though,
> > > > > > > > > > > Native-ponds
> > > > > > > > > > > Are my wish.)
>
> > > > > > > > > > > (C) David Franks 2003
> > > > > > > > > > > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > > > > > > > > > > May 14, 11:58 am, walkaboutsverse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > > > > > > > > > > About a now-closed pub in Manchester, where I was born and lived for a
>
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2011-08-20 11:54:29 UTC
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In Australia, Poem 8 of 230, CRONULLA

South of Sydney,
Sand and sea -
That’s Cronulla.

Surfies and girls,
Sunbleached curls -
At Cronulla.

The promenades,
The lifeguards -
That’s Cronulla.

A modern mall,
Flats stand tall -
At Cronulla.

(C) David Franks 2003
From http://walkaboutsverse.webs.com



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> ....and you may here the above onhttp://www.myspace.com/walkaboutsverse
>
> On Aug 13, 9:49 pm, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
>
>
> > Poem/song 159 of 230 WINDERMERE - SUMMER 2001
>
> > (Tune:
>
> > C F G F D F D C C
> > B G F A G B C’ C’
> > C F G F D F D C C
> > B G F A G B C’ C’
>
> > C F B E’
> > E’ D’ C’ B A G F
> > C F B E’
> > E’ D’ C’ B A G F)
>
> > Some thirteen years from my first visit
> > (Then, dropped from hitching, just near;
> > This time, by train and a downhill walk),
> > I arrived at Windermere:
>
> > A Wainwright-like
> > Windermere walkabout;
> > A Wordsworth-like
> > Windermere walkabout.
>
> > On the ferry Miss Cumbria Three,
> > A chill-out trip to Ambleside -
> > Viewing the trees, the farms, the fells,
> > And the more sporty ways to ride.
>
> > A...
>
> > Once there, an uphill walk through the shops
> > Led to a leaf, rock and root track,
> > With a stalactite-like mossy falls,
> > And a bridge - starting the way back.
>
> > A...
>
> > Track-side, gripping the ghyll, ancient woods
> > Shaded what was a sunny day,
> > And the babbling brook gave sound softly -
> > Soothing the soul a further way.
>
> > A...
>
> > Then home - again charmed by the thin-stone
> > Minimum-mortar kept buildings,
> > The surrounds of England’s largest lake,
> > And movie train-window viewings.
>
> > A...
>
> > (C) David Franks 2003
> > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com/
>
> > On Aug 6, 1:57 pm, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > Poem 184 of 230:  THE QUICK CLUBBERS’ TROT IN NEWCASTLE - AUTUMN 2001
>
> > > Fridays, Saturdays,
> > >     Latish in the night,
> > > Bringing a smile,
> > >     Making quite a sight
> > > Down the steep-sloped Side,
> > >     High on their heels -
> > > Bonny blithe ladies,
> > >     Done with their meals
> > > Or earlier clubs,
> > >     Seeking the next spot,
> > > And risking it with
> > >     Their quick clubbers’ trot.
>
> > > (C) David Franks 2003
> > > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > > On Jul 31, 12:00 pm, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > > (Sorry if a duplicate came through - I just checked a day after
> > > > posting, and it was still not there.)
>
> > > > On Jul 23, 10:26 am, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > > > Poem 76 of 230: LAND RIGHTS
>
> > > > > If there is a good thing,
> > > > >     From the Second World War,
> > > > > It’s that most peoples learnt
> > > > >     To conquer lands no more.
>
> > > > > In Africa, Asia,
> > > > >     And the Pacific, too:
> > > > > Post-war independence -
> > > > >     Steps only bigots rue.
>
> > > > > But, for some indigenes
> > > > >     Outnumbered much-too-much,
> > > > > It has all come too late
> > > > >     For liberty, as such.
>
> > > > > So ‘tis in Australia,
> > > > >     And America’s sites,
> > > > > Where the best now, I think,
> > > > >     Is to respect land rights.
>
> > > > > (C) David Franks 2003
> > > > > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > > > > On Jul 16, 11:25 am, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > > > > Hearing news of a record lottery win, plus the ignorance and greed
> > > > > > surrounding it...
>
> > > > > > Poem 138 of 230: AN OPIUM
>
> > > > > > National Lottery passes -
> > > > > >     Slight chances to be richer,
> > > > > >     With lots more than thy neighbour,
> > > > > >     Gained without any labour -
> > > > > >     Keep the system in favour:
> > > > > > An opium of the masses.
>
> > > > > > (C) David Franks 2003
> > > > > > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > > > > > On Jul 9, 7:06 pm, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > > > > > 14 years ago this week and, unlike a more-famous one, the paper
> > > > > > > mentioned is still going...
>
> > > > > > > Poem 43 of 230: A BAYSWATER BEDSIT
>
> > > > > > > Arrived in London,
> > > > > > > At Heathrow Airport,
> > > > > > > With sixty kilos
> > > > > > > Of luggage I'd brought.
>
> > > > > > > Found a paper, Loot,
> > > > > > > And called an agent;
> > > > > > > Stored two heavy bags,
> > > > > > > Then to him I went.
>
> > > > > > > For one week of rent,
> > > > > > > He'd ensure a bed
> > > > > > > Within Bayswater -
> > > > > > > A bed-sit, he said.
>
> > > > > > > It was eighty pounds
> > > > > > > Per week (nothing more),
> > > > > > > With a lift arranged
> > > > > > > To the building's door.
>
> > > > > > > Knackered and sleepless,
> > > > > > > I took the deal;
> > > > > > > Checked-in quickly,
> > > > > > > Had a rushed meal.
>
> > > > > > > Collected my bags
> > > > > > > (Tube there, shared-van back),
> > > > > > > Then carried them up
> > > > > > > To my top-floor shack.
>
> > > > > > > A penthouse - no need,
> > > > > > > It did me just fine:
> > > > > > > A cook-top and fridge,
> > > > > > > A table to dine.
>
> > > > > > > Seated, I could watch
> > > > > > > The clouds roll by -
> > > > > > > Often from the west -
> > > > > > > Or jets cut the sky.
>
> > > > > > > There were large plane-trees,
> > > > > > > A squirrel or two;
> > > > > > > And pigeons dropped by -
> > > > > > > Foregrounding the view.
>
> > > > > > > Plus, at dawn, the sun
> > > > > > > Shone in from the east -
> > > > > > > Filling the small room
> > > > > > > As on toast I’d feast.
>
> > > > > > > And, contemplating,
> > > > > > > It occurs to me -
> > > > > > > If all lived that well,
> > > > > > > How great it would be.
>
> > > > > > > But a lot do sleep
> > > > > > > Outdoors many nights -
> > > > > > > On sheets of cardboard,
> > > > > > > Without basic rights.
>
> > > > > > > (C) David Franks 2003
> > > > > > > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > > > > > > On Jun 18, 2:22 pm, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > > > > > > Poem 195 of 230: MUSING ON WIMBLEDON - SUMMER 2002
>
> > > > > > > > 2001 got somewhat cheeky,
> > > > > > > > So, on my T.V., I was pleased to see
> > > > > > > > Old-fashioned etiquette about the net...
> > > > > > > > But oh! to get among the coaching set.
>
> > > > > > > > Thus, here is a feature that I’d teach:
> > > > > > > > Two-hands each side – either off when can’t reach.
> > > > > > > > And, as for thoughts on pay, I do not say
> > > > > > > > “Amateur play” but “spread-out the outlay.”
>
> > > > > > > > (C) David Franks 2003
> > > > > > > > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > > > > > > > On Jun 11, 12:29 pm, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > > > > > > > A decade ago, I visited, in South East England...
>
> > > > > > > > > Poem 156 of 230:  EASTBOURNE - SUMMER 2001
>
> > > > > > > > > On the day before the solstice,
> > > > > > > > >     I first sighted Eastbourne:
> > > > > > > > > A beautiful elegant place -
> > > > > > > > >     English culture untorn.
>
> > > > > > > > > Two long-days allowed two long-lanes
> > > > > > > > >     To be walked before dark -
> > > > > > > > > One after travel on four trains,
> > > > > > > > >     One post-Devonshire Park.
>
> > > > > > > > > The first was between sea and heath,
> > > > > > > > >     And gardens signed by post,
> > > > > > > > > Then up the Downs to view, beneath,
> > > > > > > > >     The brutal handsome coast.
>
> > > > > > > > > The next, contrasting that before,
> > > > > > > > >     Showed all kinds of vessels -
> > > > > > > > > Parked up along the pebbly shore
> > > > > > > > >     And in marina cells.
>
> > > > > > > > > (But, as for the women's tennis,
> > > > > > > > >     It soon became a qualm -
> > > > > > > > > As I was put-off by what is
> > > > > > > > >     A great strain on the arm.)
>
> > > > > > > > > (C) David Franks 2003
> > > > > > > > > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > > > > > > > > On Jun 4, 3:49 pm, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > > > > > > > > This place was in our news for the wrong reasons last week -
> > > > > > > > > > vandalism, including cruelty to animals...
>
> > > > > > > > > > Poem 117 of 230: WYTHENSHAWE PARK - SUMMER 2000
>
> > > > > > > > > > Wythenshawe Hall
> > > > > > > > > >     Is elegant -
> > > > > > > > > > Although, in all,
> > > > > > > > > >     Extravagant.
>
> > > > > > > > > > Cromwell above
> > > > > > > > > >     A pyramid -
> > > > > > > > > > Symbolic stuff
> > > > > > > > > >     On what he did.
>
> > > > > > > > > > The plant centre
> > > > > > > > > >     Has well-kept ground -
> > > > > > > > > > Seems gardener
> > > > > > > > > >     Likes fish around.
>
> > > > > > > > > > Sports and leisure
> > > > > > > > > >     Places abound -
> > > > > > > > > > A good measure
> > > > > > > > > >     Of games are found.
>
> > > > > > > > > > A farm venture
> > > > > > > > > >     Has food at hand,
> > > > > > > > > > And more nature
> > > > > > > > > >     Lies in woodland.
>
> > > > > > > > > > (C) David Franks 2003
> > > > > > > > > > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > > > > > > > > > On May 28, 12:18 pm, walkaboutsverse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > > > > > > > > > I wrote this almost a decade ago, but suchlike, sadly, still occurs,
> > > > > > > > > > > including at the French Open, on now...
>
> > > > > > > > > > > Poem 222 of 230: ROM THE MINORITY
>
> > > > > > > > > > > More-and-more at tennis tournaments,
> > > > > > > > > > > Cheap-shots drop from somewhere in the crowd:
> > > > > > > > > > > A whistle during a service-toss,
> > > > > > > > > > > Or, in rallies, calls of "out" out loud.
>
> > > > > > > > > > > All these events have security,
> > > > > > > > > > > So, if goons try such to dupe a win,
> > > > > > > > > > > Perhaps umpires should ask a guard
> > > > > > > > > > > To watch the area of the sin.
>
> > > > > > > > > > > (C) David Franks 2003
> > > > > > > > > > > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > > > > > > > > > > On May 21, 10:37 am, walkaboutsverse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > > > > > > > > > > Scottish Cup final held not far from here...
>
> > > > > > > > > > > > Poem 67 of 230: AT A POND
>
> > > > > > > > > > > > By habit,
> > > > > > > > > > > > At a pond
> > > > > > > > > > > > I'd look down
> > > > > > > > > > > > Into it,
> > > > > > > > > > > > With the wish
> > > > > > > > > > > > Of finding
> > > > > > > > > > > > Signs of life -
> > > > > > > > > > > > Like goldfish.
>
> > > > > > > > > > > > At Glasgow's
> > > > > > > > > > > > Botanic
>
> ...
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About to visit here, and my family, for the first time since 1997 (you
may hear it on http://myspace.com/walkaboutsverse)...

POEM 123 OF 230: FONDLY AND VIVIDLY/AN OLYMPICS-SPARKED MEMOIR SONG -
AUT. 2000

(TUNE:

C# A B C#’ D’ D’ C#’ C#' C#'
G# A B G# A
F# F# G# G# A A G# G#
G# F# F# G# A A
C# A A A A B B A
A A G# G# G# G# A A
C# A A A B B A
A A A A B G# A

C# A A A B B A
A G# A B G# A
C# A A A B B A
A A B B G# A
C# A A A B B A
A G# A B G# A)

From way up high in Sydney Tower,
You can see it all:
East there’s coastline, west there’s ranges -
Blue Mountains standing tall;
There’s national parks and gardens,
Sailboards on Botany Bay;
And, out among the people,
You’ll soon get that term “G’day.”

Yes, I remember Sydney -
Fondly and vividly:
The eucalypts and wattles;
The sun, the sand, the sea.
Yeah, I still picture Sydney -
Fondly and vividly.

And, way up high in Sydney Tower,
You can see it all:
Southern Beaches, Northern Beaches,
A skyline standing tall;
There’s the Opera House and Harbour Bridge -
Ferries sail from bay to bay;
And, around Darling Harbour,
You can shine the night away.

Yes...

And, way up high in Sydney Tower,
You can see it all:
Olympic grounds towards the west,
The Rocks, too, is worth a call;
Plus Aboriginal culture -
The foremost of a lot to say.
So, if you visit Sydney,
I’m sure you’ll enjoy your stay.

Yes...

(C) David Franks 2003
From http://walkaboutsverse.webs.com/



On Aug 20, 12:54 pm, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
> In Australia, Poem 8 of 230, CRONULLA
>
> South of Sydney,
>     Sand and sea -
> That’s Cronulla.
>
> Surfies and girls,
>     Sunbleached curls -
> At Cronulla.
>
> The promenades,
>     The lifeguards -
> That’s Cronulla.
>
> A modern mall,
>     Flats stand tall -
> At Cronulla.
>
> (C) David Franks 2003
> Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> On Aug 13, 9:51 pm, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
>
>
> > ....and you may here the above onhttp://www.myspace.com/walkaboutsverse
>
> > On Aug 13, 9:49 pm, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > Poem/song 159 of 230 WINDERMERE - SUMMER 2001
>
> > > (Tune:
>
> > > C F G F D F D C C
> > > B G F A G B C’ C’
> > > C F G F D F D C C
> > > B G F A G B C’ C’
>
> > > C F B E’
> > > E’ D’ C’ B A G F
> > > C F B E’
> > > E’ D’ C’ B A G F)
>
> > > Some thirteen years from my first visit
> > > (Then, dropped from hitching, just near;
> > > This time, by train and a downhill walk),
> > > I arrived at Windermere:
>
> > > A Wainwright-like
> > > Windermere walkabout;
> > > A Wordsworth-like
> > > Windermere walkabout.
>
> > > On the ferry Miss Cumbria Three,
> > > A chill-out trip to Ambleside -
> > > Viewing the trees, the farms, the fells,
> > > And the more sporty ways to ride.
>
> > > A...
>
> > > Once there, an uphill walk through the shops
> > > Led to a leaf, rock and root track,
> > > With a stalactite-like mossy falls,
> > > And a bridge - starting the way back.
>
> > > A...
>
> > > Track-side, gripping the ghyll, ancient woods
> > > Shaded what was a sunny day,
> > > And the babbling brook gave sound softly -
> > > Soothing the soul a further way.
>
> > > A...
>
> > > Then home - again charmed by the thin-stone
> > > Minimum-mortar kept buildings,
> > > The surrounds of England’s largest lake,
> > > And movie train-window viewings.
>
> > > A...
>
> > > (C) David Franks 2003
> > > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com/
>
> > > On Aug 6, 1:57 pm, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > > Poem 184 of 230:  THE QUICK CLUBBERS’ TROT IN NEWCASTLE - AUTUMN 2001
>
> > > > Fridays, Saturdays,
> > > >     Latish in the night,
> > > > Bringing a smile,
> > > >     Making quite a sight
> > > > Down the steep-sloped Side,
> > > >     High on their heels -
> > > > Bonny blithe ladies,
> > > >     Done with their meals
> > > > Or earlier clubs,
> > > >     Seeking the next spot,
> > > > And risking it with
> > > >     Their quick clubbers’ trot.
>
> > > > (C) David Franks 2003
> > > > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > > > On Jul 31, 12:00 pm, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > > > (Sorry if a duplicate came through - I just checked a day after
> > > > > posting, and it was still not there.)
>
> > > > > On Jul 23, 10:26 am, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > > > > Poem 76 of 230: LAND RIGHTS
>
> > > > > > If there is a good thing,
> > > > > >     From the Second World War,
> > > > > > It’s that most peoples learnt
> > > > > >     To conquer lands no more.
>
> > > > > > In Africa, Asia,
> > > > > >     And the Pacific, too:
> > > > > > Post-war independence -
> > > > > >     Steps only bigots rue.
>
> > > > > > But, for some indigenes
> > > > > >     Outnumbered much-too-much,
> > > > > > It has all come too late
> > > > > >     For liberty, as such.
>
> > > > > > So ‘tis in Australia,
> > > > > >     And America’s sites,
> > > > > > Where the best now, I think,
> > > > > >     Is to respect land rights.
>
> > > > > > (C) David Franks 2003
> > > > > > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > > > > > On Jul 16, 11:25 am, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > > > > > Hearing news of a record lottery win, plus the ignorance and greed
> > > > > > > surrounding it...
>
> > > > > > > Poem 138 of 230: AN OPIUM
>
> > > > > > > National Lottery passes -
> > > > > > >     Slight chances to be richer,
> > > > > > >     With lots more than thy neighbour,
> > > > > > >     Gained without any labour -
> > > > > > >     Keep the system in favour:
> > > > > > > An opium of the masses.
>
> > > > > > > (C) David Franks 2003
> > > > > > > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > > > > > > On Jul 9, 7:06 pm, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > > > > > > 14 years ago this week and, unlike a more-famous one, the paper
> > > > > > > > mentioned is still going...
>
> > > > > > > > Poem 43 of 230: A BAYSWATER BEDSIT
>
> > > > > > > > Arrived in London,
> > > > > > > > At Heathrow Airport,
> > > > > > > > With sixty kilos
> > > > > > > > Of luggage I'd brought.
>
> > > > > > > > Found a paper, Loot,
> > > > > > > > And called an agent;
> > > > > > > > Stored two heavy bags,
> > > > > > > > Then to him I went.
>
> > > > > > > > For one week of rent,
> > > > > > > > He'd ensure a bed
> > > > > > > > Within Bayswater -
> > > > > > > > A bed-sit, he said.
>
> > > > > > > > It was eighty pounds
> > > > > > > > Per week (nothing more),
> > > > > > > > With a lift arranged
> > > > > > > > To the building's door.
>
> > > > > > > > Knackered and sleepless,
> > > > > > > > I took the deal;
> > > > > > > > Checked-in quickly,
> > > > > > > > Had a rushed meal.
>
> > > > > > > > Collected my bags
> > > > > > > > (Tube there, shared-van back),
> > > > > > > > Then carried them up
> > > > > > > > To my top-floor shack.
>
> > > > > > > > A penthouse - no need,
> > > > > > > > It did me just fine:
> > > > > > > > A cook-top and fridge,
> > > > > > > > A table to dine.
>
> > > > > > > > Seated, I could watch
> > > > > > > > The clouds roll by -
> > > > > > > > Often from the west -
> > > > > > > > Or jets cut the sky.
>
> > > > > > > > There were large plane-trees,
> > > > > > > > A squirrel or two;
> > > > > > > > And pigeons dropped by -
> > > > > > > > Foregrounding the view.
>
> > > > > > > > Plus, at dawn, the sun
> > > > > > > > Shone in from the east -
> > > > > > > > Filling the small room
> > > > > > > > As on toast I’d feast.
>
> > > > > > > > And, contemplating,
> > > > > > > > It occurs to me -
> > > > > > > > If all lived that well,
> > > > > > > > How great it would be.
>
> > > > > > > > But a lot do sleep
> > > > > > > > Outdoors many nights -
> > > > > > > > On sheets of cardboard,
> > > > > > > > Without basic rights.
>
> > > > > > > > (C) David Franks 2003
> > > > > > > > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > > > > > > > On Jun 18, 2:22 pm, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > > > > > > > Poem 195 of 230: MUSING ON WIMBLEDON - SUMMER 2002
>
> > > > > > > > > 2001 got somewhat cheeky,
> > > > > > > > > So, on my T.V., I was pleased to see
> > > > > > > > > Old-fashioned etiquette about the net...
> > > > > > > > > But oh! to get among the coaching set.
>
> > > > > > > > > Thus, here is a feature that I’d teach:
> > > > > > > > > Two-hands each side – either off when can’t reach.
> > > > > > > > > And, as for thoughts on pay, I do not say
> > > > > > > > > “Amateur play” but “spread-out the outlay.”
>
> > > > > > > > > (C) David Franks 2003
> > > > > > > > > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > > > > > > > > On Jun 11, 12:29 pm, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > > > > > > > > A decade ago, I visited, in South East England...
>
> > > > > > > > > > Poem 156 of 230:  EASTBOURNE - SUMMER 2001
>
> > > > > > > > > > On the day before the solstice,
> > > > > > > > > >     I first sighted Eastbourne:
> > > > > > > > > > A beautiful elegant place -
> > > > > > > > > >     English culture untorn.
>
> > > > > > > > > > Two long-days allowed two long-lanes
> > > > > > > > > >     To be walked before dark -
> > > > > > > > > > One after travel on four trains,
> > > > > > > > > >     One post-Devonshire Park.
>
> > > > > > > > > > The first was between sea and heath,
> > > > > > > > > >     And gardens signed by post,
> > > > > > > > > > Then up the Downs to view, beneath,
> > > > > > > > > >     The brutal handsome coast.
>
> > > > > > > > > > The next, contrasting that before,
> > > > > > > > > >     Showed all kinds of vessels -
> > > > > > > > > > Parked up along the pebbly shore
> > > > > > > > > >     And in marina cells.
>
> > > > > > > > > > (But, as for the women's tennis,
> > > > > > > > > >     It soon became a qualm -
> > > > > > > > > > As I was put-off by what is
> > > > > > > > > >     A great strain on the arm.)
>
> > > > > > > > > > (C) David Franks 2003
> > > > > > > > > > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > > > > > > > > > On Jun 4, 3:49 pm, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > > > > > > > > > This place was in our news for the wrong reasons last week -
> > > > > > > > > > > vandalism, including cruelty to animals...
>
> > > > > > > > > > > Poem 117 of 230: WYTHENSHAWE PARK - SUMMER 2000
>
> > > > > > > > > > > Wythenshawe Hall
> > > > > > > > > > >     Is elegant -
> > > > > > > > > > > Although, in all,
> > > > > > > > > > >     Extravagant.
>
> > > > > > > > > > > Cromwell above
> > > > > > > > > > >     A pyramid -
> > > > > > > > > > > Symbolic stuff
> > > > > > > > > > >     On what he did.
>
> > > > > > > > > > > The plant centre
> > > > > > > > > > >     Has well-kept ground -
> > > > > > > > > > > Seems gardener
> > > > > > > > > > >     Likes fish around.
>
> > > > > > > > > > > Sports and leisure
> > > > > > > > > > >     Places abound -
> > > > > > > > > > > A good measure
> > > > > > > > > > >     Of games are found.
>
> > > > > > > > > > > A farm venture
> > > > > > > > > > >     Has food at hand,
> > > > > > > > > > > And more nature
> > > > > > > > > > >     Lies in woodland.
>
> > > > > > > > > > > (C) David Franks 2003
> > > > > > > > > > > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > > > > > > > > > > On May 28, 12:18 pm, walkaboutsverse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > > > > > > > > > > I wrote this almost a decade ago, but suchlike, sadly, still occurs,
> > > > > > > > > > > > including at the French Open, on now...
>
> > > > > > > > > > > > Poem 222 of 230: ROM THE MINORITY
>
> > > > > > > > > > > > More-and-more at tennis tournaments,
> > > > > > > > > > > > Cheap-shots drop from somewhere in the crowd:
> > > > > > > > > > > > A whistle during a service-toss,
> > > > > > > > > > > > Or, in rallies, calls of "out" out loud.
>
> > > > > > > > > > > > All these events have security,
>
> ...
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Took a bus through Kings Cross
where a lot of kiwi girls found to their loss

that the streets aint paved with gold
nor Wolloomooloo where hopes grow old.

Cities aint the greatest thing
what poets, folks may dance an' sing

but beggars abound aroun' the subs
an' drunks lear out from many pubs.

Seedknee has a China town
where tourists wander up an' down

provincial fare for every taste
so don't go there in haste.

The Rocks is a fantastic place to see
where convicts worked in old Seedknee

those allies and streets were rather neat
where our old folks came to meet.

[Meet, meat, now that's a pun
which poets use to make some fun-

now you might think these rhymes are trite
but toons and Rhymes endure the night

and doggerel like that street-wise cur
delight the senses, that's for sure.]

Thanksyou Walkabout for your thoughts
for fun and pleasure as we was taughts.


-D.
Geoff Berrow
2011-08-28 10:06:23 UTC
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On Sat, 27 Aug 2011 13:46:19 -0700 (PDT), David George
<***@gmail.com> wrote:

>Thanksyou Walkabout for your thoughts
>for fun and pleasure as we was taughts.

Don't encourage him...

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David George
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On Aug 28, 10:06 pm, Geoff Berrow <***@ckdog.co.uk> wrote:
> On Sat, 27 Aug 2011 13:46:19 -0700 (PDT), David George
>
> <***@gmail.com> wrote:
> >Thanksyou Walkabout for your thoughts
> >for fun and pleasure as we was taughts.
>
> Don't encourage him...


Thnob... dilettante......



A MATE IS A MATE


A mate a mate
in any country

a mate is a mite
who will up an' fight

for wot is true
that's me and you.


The ozzies an' us
without any fuss

knocked off the turk
without a shirk

on an impossible hill
for a bloke named Churchill...

gave blood an' guts
an some gave nuts-

we aint forgot
and forsake them not

that upturned hat;
one lid and one flap

will walk each town
(the ghosts have grown)

so pack your swag
you'd be a dag!

An' give us space
to celebrate the race...

made men from boys
made champs from chaps-

anyone who comes to the land of the kangroogie
is due to seek the dreams of the boogie woogie...

so let the bloke warble
he aint no trouble...

no-one is standing with a three-O
bayonet drawn, you know,

making you open this post
or t'others, this am a free spot

so cherish what its got!


D A V I D G E O R G E


[WITH SINCERE AOPLOGIES TO CJ DENNIS]

http://www.middlemiss.org/lit/authors/denniscj/dsmith/diggers.html
WalkaboutsVerse
2011-09-03 12:30:18 UTC
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(Cheers, David)

It's the last week of the Proms in London...
Poem 48 of 230: THE PROMS

We walked through Kensington Gardens,
Then made a left for Albert Hall.
Promenaders were in their tens,
While others had found their stall,
As we took our pre-booked seats,
In a row of restricted view -
Three-quarters of the orchestra.
But the music sure bettered par:
The beautiful sounds of Mozart;
The daring drama of Ravel.
And we liked it - me and a belle.

(C) David Franks 2003
From WalkaboutsVerse - next blog has details...






On Aug 29, 4:28 am, David George <***@gmail.com> wrote:
> On Aug 28, 10:06 pm, Geoff Berrow <***@ckdog.co.uk> wrote:
>
> > On Sat, 27 Aug 2011 13:46:19 -0700 (PDT), David George
>
> > <***@gmail.com> wrote:
> > >Thanksyou Walkabout for your thoughts
> > >for fun and pleasure as we was taughts.
>
> > Don't encourage him...
>
> Thnob... dilettante......
>
> A MATE IS A MATE
>
> A mate a mate
> in any country
>
> a mate is a mite
> who will up an' fight
>
> for wot is true
> that's me and you.
>
> The ozzies an' us
> without any fuss
>
> knocked off the turk
> without a shirk
>
> on an impossible hill
> for a bloke named Churchill...
>
> gave blood an' guts
> an some gave nuts-
>
> we aint forgot
> and  forsake them not
>
> that upturned hat;
> one lid and one flap
>
> will walk each town
> (the ghosts have grown)
>
> so pack your swag
> you'd be a dag!
>
> An' give us space
> to celebrate the race...
>
> made men from boys
> made champs from chaps-
>
> anyone who comes to the land of the kangroogie
> is due to seek the dreams of the boogie woogie...
>
> so let the bloke warble
> he aint no trouble...
>
> no-one is standing with a three-O
> bayonet drawn, you know,
>
> making you open this post
> or t'others, this am a free spot
>
> so cherish what its got!
>
> D     A     V     I     D       G      E    O   R  G E
>
> [WITH SINCERE AOPLOGIES TO CJ DENNIS]
>
> http://www.middlemiss.org/lit/authors/denniscj/dsmith/diggers.html
David George
2011-09-03 19:07:40 UTC
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On Sep 4, 12:30 am, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
> (Cheers, David)
>


A prom is a thing that pommies know,
a thing quite strange to yankies-
I don't think you are missing much
so don't pull out your hankie.

Bryn Terfil sang at one, I know
in London town, I fancy
the boy sang Rule Britannia
for the love of my Aunt Nancy.

Now Nancy she has rosy cheeks
and some men liked to kiss 'em.
But Trefil bach done more than that-
each tear came fast to bless 'im.

That dour old soul set forth in force
in tones so fit to damn yer
In Welsh the language of the Gods
the bloke sang Rule Brittania.

D A F Y D D
WalkaboutsVerse
2011-09-11 16:02:10 UTC
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With the Union World Cup on in New Zealand...

Poem 99 of 230: ONE RUGBY?

With sixth-tackle, knock-on and touch-line hand-over -
No scrums, line-outs, rucks or mauls;
The rest (the best of both codes) would hardly alter -
And no splits, due to two calls.

(C) David Franks 2003
From http://walkaboutsverse.webs.com






On Sep 3, 8:07 pm, David George <***@gmail.com> wrote:
> On Sep 4, 12:30 am, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > (Cheers, David)
>
>  A prom is a thing that pommies know,
> a thing quite strange to yankies-
> I don't think you are missing much
>  so don't pull out your hankie.
>
> Bryn Terfil sang at one, I know
> in London town, I fancy
> the boy sang Rule Britannia
> for the love of my Aunt Nancy.
>
> Now Nancy she has rosy cheeks
> and some men liked to kiss 'em.
> But Trefil bach done more than that-
> each tear came fast to bless 'im.
>
> That dour old soul set forth in force
> in tones so fit to damn yer
> In Welsh the language of the Gods
> the bloke sang Rule Brittania.
>
> D      A      F      Y      D       D
WalkaboutsVerse
2011-09-11 16:08:09 UTC
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On Sep 11, 5:02 pm, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
> With the Union World Cup on in New Zealand...
>
> Poem 99 of 230: ONE RUGBY?
>
> With sixth-tackle, knock-on and touch-line hand-over -
>     No scrums, line-outs, rucks or mauls;
> The rest (the best of both codes) would hardly alter -
>     And no splits, due to two calls.
>
> (C) David Franks 2003
> Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> On Sep 3, 8:07 pm, David George <***@gmail.com> wrote:
>
>
>
> > On Sep 4, 12:30 am, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > (Cheers, David)
>
> >  A prom is a thing that pommies know,
> > a thing quite strange to yankies-
> > I don't think you are missing much
> >  so don't pull out your hankie.
>
> > Bryn Terfil sang at one, I know
> > in London town, I fancy
> > the boy sang Rule Britannia
> > for the love of my Aunt Nancy.
>
> > Now Nancy she has rosy cheeks
> > and some men liked to kiss 'em.
> > But Trefil bach done more than that-
> > each tear came fast to bless 'im.
>
> > That dour old soul set forth in force
> > in tones so fit to damn yer
> > In Welsh the language of the Gods
> > the bloke sang Rule Brittania.
>
> > D      A      F      Y      D       D- Hide quoted text -
>
> - Show quoted text -
David George
2011-09-11 18:47:33 UTC
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On Sep 12, 4:02 am, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
> With the Union World Cup on in New Zealand...
>
> Poem 99 of 230: ONE RUGBY?


Oh, sweaty men in boxer shorts
and testostrezone to burn
race around an ice green pitch-
oh when will they ever learn?

People love to watch them test
each particle of pain
the glamour boys of the old empire
come on the pitch again.

The arena tense and testy
the boys spring to their feet
in a lusty fearsome haka-
the masculine way to meet-

the crowd they rise to cheer them
each person cheers as one
dressed up to fire their country
in a right old currant bun.


-D.
WalkaboutsVerse
2011-09-17 10:12:35 UTC
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Watching the Rugby now, D.G. - Ireland V. Australia...

After repatriating in 1997, I'm about to make my first visit...
Poem 4 of 230: PICTURING SYDNEY

A good place to start is Sydney Tower,
With its enthralling panoramic feast:
Olympic grounds - west; to north - the harbour;
And beautiful beaches - north- and south-east.

From what is quite a jumbled C.B.D.,
A good walk is through Botanic Gardens
To the harbour, Opera House, then the Quay -
But other options number in the tens.

(C) David Franks 2003
From http://walkaboutsverse.webs.com


Hi: English hymns, folk-songs, & "Chants from Walkabouts" are on my
music player.
On Sep 11, 7:47 pm, David George <***@gmail.com> wrote:
> On Sep 12, 4:02 am, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > With the Union World Cup on in New Zealand...
>
> > Poem 99 of 230: ONE RUGBY?
>
> Oh, sweaty men in boxer shorts
> and testostrezone to burn
> race around an ice green pitch-
> oh when will they ever learn?
>
> People love to watch them test
> each particle of pain
> the glamour boys of the old empire
> come on the pitch again.
>
> The arena tense and testy
> the boys spring to their feet
> in a lusty fearsome haka-
> the masculine way to meet-
>
> the crowd they rise to cheer them
> each person cheers as one
> dressed up to fire their country
> in a right old currant bun.
>
> -D.
David George
2011-09-24 19:12:58 UTC
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On Sep 17, 11:12 pm, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
> Watching the Rugby now, D.G. - Ireland V. Australia...
>
> After repatriating in 1997, I'm about to make my first visit...
> Poem 4 of 230:  PICTURING SYDNEY
>
> A good place to start is Sydney Tower,
>     With its enthralling panoramic feast:
> Olympic grounds - west; to north - the harbour;
>     And beautiful beaches - north- and south-east.
>
> From what is quite a jumbled C.B.D.,
>     A good walk is through Botanic Gardens
> To the harbour, Opera House, then the Quay -
>     But other options number in the tens.
>
> (C) David Franks 2003
> Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> Hi: English hymns, folk-songs, & "Chants from Walkabouts" are on my
> music player.
> On Sep 11, 7:47 pm, David George <***@gmail.com> wrote:
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
> > On Sep 12, 4:02 am, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > With the Union World Cup on in New Zealand...
>
> > > Poem 99 of 230: ONE RUGBY?
>
> > Oh, sweaty men in boxer shorts
> > and testostrezone to burn
> > race around an ice green pitch-
> > oh when will they ever learn?
>
> > People love to watch them test
> > each particle of pain
> > the glamour boys of the old empire
> > come on the pitch again.
>
> > The arena tense and testy
> > the boys spring to their feet
> > in a lusty fearsome haka-
> > the masculine way to meet-
>
> > the crowd they rise to cheer them
> > each person cheers as one
> > dressed up to fire their country
> > in a right old currant bun.
>
> > -D.

Just seen the AB's thrash France...

qu'in sang impur.... home ground advantage...


not a rugby jock at all... but his is going on right around our
election!!!

talk about bred and circussues!
Will Dockery
2011-09-25 14:00:42 UTC
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Howdy, gents... my mind has been "down under", as I revisted this weird case
from the 1960s, which I'm posting for your possible feedback.

A classic thread from Usenet... dealing with the mysterious Beaumont
Children, who vanished from an Australian beach in 1966, from a discussion a
had with Kangarooistan a few years ago:

http://groups.google.com/group/rec.arts.poems/msg/5707ec3509e83932?hl=en

Hi will

found a few pics of the area where the beaumonts were last seen ,
changed heaps since 1966, and heaps in last 10 years most high rises
are only a few years old

Note these photos below are from a google search

and are only used for reference purposes , they are not related to
the missing kids except by location , no image is guilty in any way of
anything , but they may help you locate the area in your minds eye

The Beaumont children were last seen at the left of this picture as
they disappeared behind the then Glenelg Hotel , the cwellar was in
number 5 , at right of picture behind the pine tree , only 100 yards
away from where they were last seen in 1966 , it was a little less
developed
http://www.richardandjo.com/images/stanfordgrand.jpg
-------------------------------------------------
http://www.beaumontchildren.com/

Woman 2 said that he walked away with the children and passed out of
sight behind the Glenelg Hotel. Woman 3 said that he went to the
Colley Reserve changing rooms. By this time it may have been 12:15pm.

At approximately 1:45 pm, a visiting man from Broken Hill saw a man
and the children leaving the beach. The man matched the description of
the one seen earlier.

A postman, Mr T. Patterson, was the final person to see the children.
He was in Jetty Road and the children were walking east along the
footpath. They appeared to be about to cross the road towards Mosely
Street. Mr Patterson knew the children and they said "It's the
postie!" The children were behaving normally and there was no sign of
anybody with them.

Glenelg beach from jetty looking at large building at 1 , 2 , and 3
south esplanade , now a high rise hotel , with the Glenelg hotel
being still part at number 1 facing moseley sq
http://www.australasianmasters.com/fileadmin/user_upload/Tourism_Imag...
http://farm1.static.flickr.com/135/389017316_a9302149ed.jpg
-
Arial snap of glenelg beach with new high rise units built for retired
Israeli / Druze hitmen in centre of pic , jetty and south esplanade
on other side of jetty

Almost all the high rise units in this pic ,are occupied by former
CIA / Mossad . Druze , under cover agents in retirement , but most
never leave their appartments , except in bullet proof cars with
darkened windows
http://www.glenelgslsc.com.au/images/Gslsc-beach-arial-1-lrg.jpg
http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y174/Pommygirl/Glenelg/GlenelgMarina...
http://www.ronnic.com/images/Adl_GlenelgBeach.gif
http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y174/Pommygirl/Glenelg/100_0592.jpg
http://www.adelaideaccomodation.com/images/adelaide-glenelg-oaks-libe...
http://www.au.sleeping-out.com/ftp/Logo/219-L-5773.jpg
http://aphs.worldnomads.com/kezza30/2190/IMG_0839.jpg
http://national.atdw.com.au/multimedia/satc/glenelg%20fun.jpg

This is the Glenelg Hotel that was where the Beaumont Children were
last seen in 1966 they were seen going down behind this holtel , its
addy is number 1 south esplanade and now has a large high rise
appartment building built behind it , leaving only the facade as it
was in 1966
http://www.adelaide.edu.au/photolibrary/images_lowrez/glenelg-tram.jpg
http://www.touradelaide.com/images/adel_glenelg_beach1_600.jpg
http://farm1.static.flickr.com/135/389017316_a9302149ed.jpg

google search of beaumont children nothing new here

A Novel Idea: Searching for the Beaumont children :: ABC Riverland SA
Book Summary: The case of the Beaumont children, abducted from Glenelg
beach in 1966, remains one of Australia's most baffling unsolved
mystery's. ...
http://www.abc.net.au/riverland/stories/s1704919.htm

Searching for the Beaumont Children
'Searching for the Beaumont children' destroys the urban myths,
explores the wild theories promoted by the media, ... A Map of Glass =B7
A Much Married Man ...
http://www.femail.com.au/searching-for-the-beaumont-children.htm

The Beaumont Case Revisited
Who's making sure they too don't drift off the map and become
lost? ... The day before the Beaumont children went missing, on the
25th of January 1966, ...
http://www.bethspencer.com/beaumonts.html

The lost children - Books - Entertainment - theage.com.au
Or maybe the Beaumont case occurred. THE BEAUMONTS are the lost
children who never grow up: disappearing off the map one day into a
kind of Neverland. ...
=2E
www.theage.com.au/articles/2006/01/20/1137553745706.html

Searching for the Beaumont Children: Australia's Most Famous ...
The need for a book about the Beaumont children is lamentable. - ...
Video; Photo Galleries; Crosswords; The Age Store; About The Age;
Contact Us; Site Map ...
www.theage.com.au/.../2006/02/17/1140064249773.html

[ More results from www.theage.com.au ]
$100000 REWARD, Beaumont children disappearance SOUTH AUSTRALIA ...
Beaumont Children, their case resulted in the largest police .... a
dot on a map and see the different patterns that emerge ...
=2E
phorums.com.au/archive/index.php/t-241350.html

'Dad took Beaumont children' | The Australian
'Dad took Beaumont children'. ad. Font Size: Decrease Increase; Print
Page: Print ... The evidence, which includes Percy having maps of
where some incidents ...
=2E
http://www.theaustralian.news.com.au/story/0,25197,21629671-2702,00.html -
Similar pages - Note this
=2E
The Adelaide Review : Archives
Searching for the Beaumont Children is replete with exhausted clich=E9s.
To say that Jim and Nancy Beaumont .... site map | contact us |
archives | advertising.
http://www.adelaidereview.com.au

New twist in Beaumont case - National - smh.com.au
Missing Beaumont children., Jane, Arnna and Grant Beaumont, who went
missing in ... Environment; Photo Galleries; Crosswords; SMH Shop;
Contact Us; Site Map ...
http://www.smh.com.au/articles/2007/04/28/1177460020059.html

This isn't Sydney
He thinks O'Neill killed the Beaumont children and he's probably
right. ... (Bigger version); Brisbane Water Walk progress map; Solid
orange =3D walked ...
http://www.thisisntsydney.blogspot.com/2006/10/beaumont-children.html

Jumbled, but follow the thread from there, feedback appreciated!
--
Shark Pact Manifesto / Will Dockery & Shadowville All-Stars:
http://youtu.be/Ft3X3kC6nr4
WalkaboutsVerse
2011-10-09 10:09:30 UTC
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What some get for their work compared with others is ridiculous and
inhumane so, if we like fair competition, we don't like the free
market...

Poem 105 of 230: GLOBAL REGULATIONISM

No income-scale would be unjust -
It’s a matter of degree;
And, to have less inequality,
Regulations are a must.

For, in Millennium’s status quo,
The pay-gaps for human work,
And what’s obtained simply as a perk,
Are wrong - inhumanely so.

(C) David Franks 2003
From http://walkaboutsverse.webs.com



On Sep 24, 8:12 pm, David George <***@gmail.com> wrote:
> On Sep 17, 11:12 pm, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
>
>
>
>
> > Watching the Rugby now, D.G. - Ireland V. Australia...
>
> > After repatriating in 1997, I'm about to make my first visit...
> > Poem 4 of 230:  PICTURING SYDNEY
>
> > A good place to start is Sydney Tower,
> >     With its enthralling panoramic feast:
> > Olympic grounds - west; to north - the harbour;
> >     And beautiful beaches - north- and south-east.
>
> > From what is quite a jumbled C.B.D.,
> >     A good walk is through Botanic Gardens
> > To the harbour, Opera House, then the Quay -
> >     But other options number in the tens.
>
> > (C) David Franks 2003
> > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > Hi: English hymns, folk-songs, & "Chants from Walkabouts" are on my
> > music player.
> > On Sep 11, 7:47 pm, David George <***@gmail.com> wrote:
>
> > > On Sep 12, 4:02 am, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > > With the Union World Cup on in New Zealand...
>
> > > > Poem 99 of 230: ONE RUGBY?
>
> > > Oh, sweaty men in boxer shorts
> > > and testostrezone to burn
> > > race around an ice green pitch-
> > > oh when will they ever learn?
>
> > > People love to watch them test
> > > each particle of pain
> > > the glamour boys of the old empire
> > > come on the pitch again.
>
> > > The arena tense and testy
> > > the boys spring to their feet
> > > in a lusty fearsome haka-
> > > the masculine way to meet-
>
> > > the crowd they rise to cheer them
> > > each person cheers as one
> > > dressed up to fire their country
> > > in a right old currant bun.
>
> > > -D.
>
>   Just seen the AB's thrash France...
>
> qu'in sang impur.... home ground advantage...
>
> not a rugby jock at all... but his is going on right around our
> election!!!
>
> talk about bred and circussues!- Hide quoted text -
>
> - Show quoted text -
WalkaboutsVerse
2011-10-13 07:58:42 UTC
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...Re. Tory spending cuts, my Sage Gateshead/BBC R3 talk CUT
CAPITALISM: http://davidfranks.blogspot.com/2010/11/ne-england-gig-06112010.html




On Oct 9, 11:09 am, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
> What some get for their work compared with others is ridiculous and
> inhumane so, if we like fair competition, we don't like the free
> market...
>
> Poem 105 of 230: GLOBAL REGULATIONISM
>
> No income-scale would be unjust -
>     It’s a matter of degree;
> And, to have less inequality,
>     Regulations are a must.
>
> For, in Millennium’s status quo,
>     The pay-gaps for human work,
> And what’s obtained simply as a perk,
>     Are wrong - inhumanely so.
>
> (C) David Franks 2003
> Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> On Sep 24, 8:12 pm, David George <***@gmail.com> wrote:
>
>
>
> > On Sep 17, 11:12 pm, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > Watching the Rugby now, D.G. - Ireland V. Australia...
>
> > > After repatriating in 1997, I'm about to make my first visit...
> > > Poem 4 of 230:  PICTURING SYDNEY
>
> > > A good place to start is Sydney Tower,
> > >     With its enthralling panoramic feast:
> > > Olympic grounds - west; to north - the harbour;
> > >     And beautiful beaches - north- and south-east.
>
> > > From what is quite a jumbled C.B.D.,
> > >     A good walk is through Botanic Gardens
> > > To the harbour, Opera House, then the Quay -
> > >     But other options number in the tens.
>
> > > (C) David Franks 2003
> > > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > > Hi: English hymns, folk-songs, & "Chants from Walkabouts" are on my
> > > music player.
> > > On Sep 11, 7:47 pm, David George <***@gmail.com> wrote:
>
> > > > On Sep 12, 4:02 am, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > > > With the Union World Cup on in New Zealand...
>
> > > > > Poem 99 of 230: ONE RUGBY?
>
> > > > Oh, sweaty men in boxer shorts
> > > > and testostrezone to burn
> > > > race around an ice green pitch-
> > > > oh when will they ever learn?
>
> > > > People love to watch them test
> > > > each particle of pain
> > > > the glamour boys of the old empire
> > > > come on the pitch again.
>
> > > > The arena tense and testy
> > > > the boys spring to their feet
> > > > in a lusty fearsome haka-
> > > > the masculine way to meet-
>
> > > > the crowd they rise to cheer them
> > > > each person cheers as one
> > > > dressed up to fire their country
> > > > in a right old currant bun.
>
> > > > -D.
>
> >   Just seen the AB's thrash France...
>
> > qu'in sang impur.... home ground advantage...
>
> > not a rugby jock at all... but his is going on right around our
> > election!!!
>
> > talk about bred and circussues!- Hide quoted text -
>
> > - Show quoted text -- Hide quoted text -
>
> - Show quoted text -
WalkaboutsVerse
2011-10-15 10:22:08 UTC
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On a visit to Kenya...

Poem 50 of 230: JUST LIKE IN AUS.

In Nairobi,
I played a round -
Caddie with me -
On which I found
Many a tree,
And fairway ground,
That seemed Aussie:

Conifers plus
Eucalyptyus
Number the trees
A golfer sees.

And my summed scores
On that fine day -
Just like in Aus.,
I’m sad to say!

(C) David Franks 2003
From http://walkaboutsverse.webs.com



On Oct 13, 8:58 am, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
> ...Re. Tory spending cuts, my Sage Gateshead/BBC R3 talk CUT
> CAPITALISM:http://davidfranks.blogspot.com/2010/11/ne-england-gig-06112010.html
>
> On Oct 9, 11:09 am, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
>
>
> > What some get for their work compared with others is ridiculous and
> > inhumane so, if we like fair competition, we don't like the free
> > market...
>
> > Poem 105 of 230: GLOBAL REGULATIONISM
>
> > No income-scale would be unjust -
> >     It’s a matter of degree;
> > And, to have less inequality,
> >     Regulations are a must.
>
> > For, in Millennium’s status quo,
> >     The pay-gaps for human work,
> > And what’s obtained simply as a perk,
> >     Are wrong - inhumanely so.
>
> > (C) David Franks 2003
> > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > On Sep 24, 8:12 pm, David George <***@gmail.com> wrote:
>
> > > On Sep 17, 11:12 pm, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > > Watching the Rugby now, D.G. - Ireland V. Australia...
>
> > > > After repatriating in 1997, I'm about to make my first visit...
> > > > Poem 4 of 230:  PICTURING SYDNEY
>
> > > > A good place to start is Sydney Tower,
> > > >     With its enthralling panoramic feast:
> > > > Olympic grounds - west; to north - the harbour;
> > > >     And beautiful beaches - north- and south-east.
>
> > > > From what is quite a jumbled C.B.D.,
> > > >     A good walk is through Botanic Gardens
> > > > To the harbour, Opera House, then the Quay -
> > > >     But other options number in the tens.
>
> > > > (C) David Franks 2003
> > > > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > > > Hi: English hymns, folk-songs, & "Chants from Walkabouts" are on my
> > > > music player.
> > > > On Sep 11, 7:47 pm, David George <***@gmail.com> wrote:
>
> > > > > On Sep 12, 4:02 am, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > > > > With the Union World Cup on in New Zealand...
>
> > > > > > Poem 99 of 230: ONE RUGBY?
>
> > > > > Oh, sweaty men in boxer shorts
> > > > > and testostrezone to burn
> > > > > race around an ice green pitch-
> > > > > oh when will they ever learn?
>
> > > > > People love to watch them test
> > > > > each particle of pain
> > > > > the glamour boys of the old empire
> > > > > come on the pitch again.
>
> > > > > The arena tense and testy
> > > > > the boys spring to their feet
> > > > > in a lusty fearsome haka-
> > > > > the masculine way to meet-
>
> > > > > the crowd they rise to cheer them
> > > > > each person cheers as one
> > > > > dressed up to fire their country
> > > > > in a right old currant bun.
>
> > > > > -D.
>
> > >   Just seen the AB's thrash France...
>
> > > qu'in sang impur.... home ground advantage...
>
> > > not a rugby jock at all... but his is going on right around our
> > > election!!!
>
> > > talk about bred and circussues!- Hide quoted text -
>
> > > - Show quoted text -- Hide quoted text -
>
> > - Show quoted text -- Hide quoted text -
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> - Show quoted text -
WalkaboutsVerse
2011-10-22 18:48:15 UTC
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Raw Message
What some in free-markets get paid compared with others IS ridiculous
and inhumane, so, if we like fair competition, we don't like
capitalism; here is but one factor anti-capitalists must fight
against...

Poem 138 of 230: AN OPIUM

National Lottery passes -
Slight chances to be richer,
With lots more than thy neighbour,
Gained without any labour -
Keep the system in favour:
An opium of the masses.

(C) David Franks 2003
From http://walkaboutsverse.webs.com




On Oct 15, 11:22 am, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
> On a visit to Kenya...
>
> Poem 50 of 230: JUST LIKE IN AUS.
>
> In Nairobi,
>     I played a round -
> Caddie with me -
>     On which I found
> Many a tree,
>     And fairway ground,
> That seemed Aussie:
>
> Conifers plus
>     Eucalyptyus
> Number the trees
>     A golfer sees.
>
> And my summed scores
>     On that fine day -
> Just like in Aus.,
>     I’m sad to say!
>
> (C) David Franks 2003
> Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> On Oct 13, 8:58 am, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
>
>
> > ...Re. Tory spending cuts, my Sage Gateshead/BBC R3 talk CUT
> > CAPITALISM:http://davidfranks.blogspot.com/2010/11/ne-england-gig-06112010.html
>
> > On Oct 9, 11:09 am, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > What some get for their work compared with others is ridiculous and
> > > inhumane so, if we like fair competition, we don't like the free
> > > market...
>
> > > Poem 105 of 230: GLOBAL REGULATIONISM
>
> > > No income-scale would be unjust -
> > >     It’s a matter of degree;
> > > And, to have less inequality,
> > >     Regulations are a must.
>
> > > For, in Millennium’s status quo,
> > >     The pay-gaps for human work,
> > > And what’s obtained simply as a perk,
> > >     Are wrong - inhumanely so.
>
> > > (C) David Franks 2003
> > > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > > On Sep 24, 8:12 pm, David George <***@gmail.com> wrote:
>
> > > > On Sep 17, 11:12 pm, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > > > Watching the Rugby now, D.G. - Ireland V. Australia...
>
> > > > > After repatriating in 1997, I'm about to make my first visit...
> > > > > Poem 4 of 230:  PICTURING SYDNEY
>
> > > > > A good place to start is Sydney Tower,
> > > > >     With its enthralling panoramic feast:
> > > > > Olympic grounds - west; to north - the harbour;
> > > > >     And beautiful beaches - north- and south-east.
>
> > > > > From what is quite a jumbled C.B.D.,
> > > > >     A good walk is through Botanic Gardens
> > > > > To the harbour, Opera House, then the Quay -
> > > > >     But other options number in the tens.
>
> > > > > (C) David Franks 2003
> > > > > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > > > > Hi: English hymns, folk-songs, & "Chants from Walkabouts" are on my
> > > > > music player.
> > > > > On Sep 11, 7:47 pm, David George <***@gmail.com> wrote:
>
> > > > > > On Sep 12, 4:02 am, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
> > > > > > > With the Union World Cup on in New Zealand...
>
> > > > > > > Poem 99 of 230: ONE RUGBY?
>
> > > > > > Oh, sweaty men in boxer shorts
> > > > > > and testostrezone to burn
> > > > > > race around an ice green pitch-
> > > > > > oh when will they ever learn?
>
> > > > > > People love to watch them test
> > > > > > each particle of pain
> > > > > > the glamour boys of the old empire
> > > > > > come on the pitch again.
>
> > > > > > The arena tense and testy
> > > > > > the boys spring to their feet
> > > > > > in a lusty fearsome haka-
> > > > > > the masculine way to meet-
>
> > > > > > the crowd they rise to cheer them
> > > > > > each person cheers as one
> > > > > > dressed up to fire their country
> > > > > > in a right old currant bun.
>
> > > > > > -D.
>
> > > >   Just seen the AB's thrash France...
>
> > > > qu'in sang impur.... home ground advantage...
>
> > > > not a rugby jock at all... but his is going on right around our
> > > > election!!!
>
> > > > talk about bred and circussues!- Hide quoted text -
>
> > > > - Show quoted text -- Hide quoted text -
>
> > > - Show quoted text -- Hide quoted text -
>
> > - Show quoted text -- Hide quoted text -
>
> - Show quoted text -
David George
2011-10-24 01:47:56 UTC
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Raw Message
They salted the gin
an' watered the beer

supply over demand
never fear-

the hungry
will not wait by the window sill

'cause they're policed with the money
they're taxed on.

isms don't really work for me-
bin a worker all of my life

worn out bits of me
ache day and night

its Labour day in New Zealand
I flow out of my scansion

to speak my mind-
nothing much has changed

I will get flogged for speaking out
for having thoughts of my own

but I 'burned my boats' long ago
and have to rise to support the humble.

D A V I D G E O R G E
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