Poem/song 159 of 230 WINDERMERE - SUMMER 2001
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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:
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>
>
> > (Sorry if a duplicate came through - I just checked a day after
> > posting, and it was still not there.)
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> > On Jul 23, 10:26 am, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
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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
> > > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
>
> > > On Jul 16, 11:25 am, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
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> > > > Hearing news of a record lottery win, plus the ignorance and greed
> > > > surrounding it...
>
> > > > Poem 138 of 230: AN OPIUM
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> > > > 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:
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> > > > > 14 years ago this week and, unlike a more-famous one, the paper
> > > > > mentioned is still going...
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> > > > > Poem 43 of 230: A BAYSWATER BEDSIT
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> > > > > 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.
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> > > > > A penthouse - no need,
> > > > > It did me just fine:
> > > > > A cook-top and fridge,
> > > > > A table to dine.
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> > > > > 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.
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> > > > > 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:
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> > > > > > Poem 195 of 230: MUSING ON WIMBLEDON - SUMMER 2002
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> > > > > > 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:
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> > > > > > > A decade ago, I visited, in South East England...
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> > > > > > > Poem 156 of 230: EASTBOURNE - SUMMER 2001
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> > > > > > > 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.
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> > > > > > > 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
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> > > > > > > On Jun 4, 3:49 pm, WalkaboutsVerse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
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> > > > > > > > This place was in our news for the wrong reasons last week -
> > > > > > > > vandalism, including cruelty to animals...
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> > > > > > > > Poem 117 of 230: WYTHENSHAWE PARK - SUMMER 2000
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> > > > > > > > Wythenshawe Hall
> > > > > > > > Is elegant -
> > > > > > > > Although, in all,
> > > > > > > > Extravagant.
>
> > > > > > > > Cromwell above
> > > > > > > > A pyramid -
> > > > > > > > Symbolic stuff
> > > > > > > > On what he did.
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> > > > > > > > The plant centre
> > > > > > > > Has well-kept ground -
> > > > > > > > Seems gardener
> > > > > > > > Likes fish around.
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> > > > > > > > Sports and leisure
> > > > > > > > Places abound -
> > > > > > > > A good measure
> > > > > > > > Of games are found.
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> > > > > > > > A farm venture
> > > > > > > > Has food at hand,
> > > > > > > > And more nature
> > > > > > > > Lies in woodland.
>
> > > > > > > > (C) David Franks 2003
> > > > > > > > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
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> > > > > > > > On May 28, 12:18 pm, walkaboutsverse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
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> > > > > > > > > I wrote this almost a decade ago, but suchlike, sadly, still occurs,
> > > > > > > > > including at the French Open, on now...
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> > > > > > > > > Poem 222 of 230: ROM THE MINORITY
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> > > > > > > > > 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
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> > > > > > > > > On May 21, 10:37 am, walkaboutsverse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
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> > > > > > > > > > Scottish Cup final held not far from here...
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> > > > > > > > > > Poem 67 of 230: AT A POND
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> > > > > > > > > > By habit,
> > > > > > > > > > At a pond
> > > > > > > > > > I'd look down
> > > > > > > > > > Into it,
> > > > > > > > > > With the wish
> > > > > > > > > > Of finding
> > > > > > > > > > Signs of life -
> > > > > > > > > > Like goldfish.
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> > > > > > > > > > At Glasgow's
> > > > > > > > > > Botanic
> > > > > > > > > > Gardens neat,
> > > > > > > > > > There echoes
> > > > > > > > > > Such a wish,
> > > > > > > > > > In the form
> > > > > > > > > > Of a fern
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> > > > > > > > > > In a dish -
> > > > > > > > > > With nice fish.
> > > > > > > > > > (These days, though,
> > > > > > > > > > Native-ponds
> > > > > > > > > > Are my wish.)
>
> > > > > > > > > > (C) David Franks 2003
> > > > > > > > > > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
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> > > > > > > > > > May 14, 11:58 am, walkaboutsverse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
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> > > > > > > > > > > About a now-closed pub in Manchester, where I was born and lived for a
> > > > > > > > > > > total of five years...
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> > > > > > > > > > > Poem 58 of 230: THE OLD BULL
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> > > > > > > > > > > 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.
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> > > > > > > > > > > (C) David Franks 2003
> > > > > > > > > > > Fromhttp://walkaboutsverse.webs.com
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> > > > > > > > > > > > On May 7, 5:48 am, walkaboutsverse <***@yahoo.com> wrote:
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> > > > > > > > > > > > > As an Englishman, I've greatly enjoyed visiting Scotland...
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> > > > > > > > > > > > As an American, I greatly enjoyed yo mama ...
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