Here's another of my String Cheese poems Two in Line …pride came rolling in, ten feet wide…and ten feet tall…before the fall. Blinded by his sense of right…the low and humble road … out of sight…before the night. He was going places…right on past those many faces…turned to God… after all; he was chosen to go to the head of the line. Who the chooser was, was never made quite clear…but he was destined to be near…”The rear”. …humility brought a magazine to read….in line at the rear…to wait to see what would be. Quite content for another to be sent….further up the line…. until an usher’s call. “Someone with a name like mine”, he thought…allowing others past… no thinking of being first…or last. “My name again?”…the usher beckoning… it was the Master of the feast…with an upgrade…”For me?”. “Come on up…and sup”!
Guess this famous Rudyard Kipling poem: An excerpt: "I shant forget the night when I slipped behind the fight with a bullet where my belt-plate shoulda been, I was chokin' mad with thirst, and the man who spied me first was our good old grinnin' gruntin' Gunga Din. He lifted up my head and he plugged me where I bled, and he gave me half a pint of water green. It was crawlin' and it stunk, but of all the drinks I've drunk, I'm gratefullest to one from Gunga Din!" Hal
My favorite poets are the macho, rough-hewn types, such as Jack London, Robert Service, and Rudyard Kipling. My daughter Tania, who teaches Literature and Writing, has had 4 poetry books published, from which she receives royalties, and although I'm mighty proud of her accomplishments, I just can't get enthused about the non-rhyming type of poetry she writes! Hal
What's the title? First verse: "A bunch of the boys were whooping it up in the Malemute Saloon, And the kid who handles the music box was hitting a Jag-Time tune. While back of the bar in a solo game sat Dangerous Dan McGrew, And watching his luck was the light of his life, the lady known as Lou." The story continues... Hal
Yeah, Shel Silverstein was indeed an oddball, creative person! He wrote cartoons for Playboy Magazine in the 1950's and he also composed the Johnny Cash hit "A Boy Named Sue". Playboy used to send him off to foreign countries where he would write about the People, the Music, the Food, and many other things. My favorite travel article that appeared in Playboy was "Silverstein in Spain". He was the forerunner of the Hippy in appearance and style, and was an accomplished folk guitarist. His childrens' poems were unique and sometimes scary! The offbeat poem "The Droan" begins: "I see you, old bald headed Droan, Hiding in my Ice Cream Cone. And if I give your head a lick, I think I will be awfully sick!" Another one was about "Sarah Sylvia Cynthia Stout', who refused to take the garbage out, letting the house fill up with garbage to where it cracked the walls. Hal
I said "Have we met before?" And she drew her .44, So I tipped my hat and slowly rode away! From an unknown poem. Hal
Was this yours? I said, "Have we met before?" And she drew her .44, So I tipped my hat and slowly rode away! From an unknown poem. If so, where did you bump into this poem or quote? Thanks BB.
"The Most Misread Poem in America" The Road Not Taken - Robert Frost From the TV show, Orange is the New Black Interview with author David Orr
My first wife has a book of poetry by Lebanese poet Kahlil Gibran, called "The Prophet". I remember an equally famous poem, but I forgot how the rest of it goes... It begins: "There once was a man from Nantucket..." Hal