Gathering of the Figments

Aurora Asha Ila · Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2007 4:27 pm Post subject: Aurora's poetry

Hey guys, ill just have one topic where ill post all of my poetry, and poetry that i like by other people.

Oh Autumn Night, oh Autumn Night,
Your shining veil of coal and light
Of speckled silver, sparkling bright,
Is such a cool, romantic sight.

The poem that i like the most at the moment is this one, by Rudvard Kippling.

A CODE OF MORALS

lest you should think this story true
I merely metion I
Evolved it lately. 'Tis a most
Unmitigated misstatment

Now Jones had left his new-wed bride to keep his house in order,
And heid away to the Hurrum Hills above the Afghan border,
To sit on a rock with a heliograph; but ere he left he taught
His wife the working of the code that sets the miles at naught.

And Love had made him very sage, as Nature made her fair;
So Cupid and Apollo linked, per heliograph, the pair.
At dawn, across the Hurrum Hills, he flashed her counsel wise -
At e'en, the dying sunset bore her husband's homilies.

He warned her 'gainst seductive youths in scarlet clad and gold,
As much as 'gainst the blandishments paternal of the old;
But kept his gravest warnings for (hereby the ditty hangs)
That snowy-haired Lothario, Lieutenant-General Bangs.

'Twas General Bangs, with Aide and Staff, who tittupped on the way,
When they beheld a heliograph temptestuously at play.
They thought of Border risings, and of stations sacked and burnt -
So stopped to take the message down - and this is what they learnt -

"Dash dot dot, dot, dot dash, dot dash dot" twice. The General swore.
"Was ever a General Officer addressed as 'dear' before?
"'My Love,' i' faith! 'My Duck,' Gadzooks! 'My darling popsy-wop!'
"Spirit of the great Lord Wolesley, who is on that mountain top?"

The artless Aide-de-camp was mute, the gilded staff were still,
As, dumb with pent-up mirth, they booked that message from the hill;
For clear as summer lightning-flare, the husbands warning ran: -
"Don't dance or ride with General Bangs - a most immoral man."

[At dawn, across the Hurrum Hills, he flashed her counsel wise -
But, however Love be blind, the world at large hath eyes.]
With damnatory dot and dash he heliographed his wife
Some interesting details of the General's private life.

The artles Aide-de-camp was mute, the shining staff were still,
And red and ever redder grew the General's shaven gill.
And this is what he said at last (his feelings matter not):-
"I think we've tapped a private line. Hi! Threes about there! Trot!"

All honour unto Bangs, for ne'er did Jones thereafter know
By word or act official who read off that helio.
But the tale is on the Fronteir, and from Michni to Mooltan
They know the worthy General as "that most immoral man."

((I love that poem it's so funny!))
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I am sitting in my dingy little office, where a stingy
Ray of sunlight struggles feebly down between the houses tall,
And the foetid air and gritty of the dusty, dirty, city,
Through the open window floating, spreads its foulness over all.

Extract from Clancy and the Overflow, by A.B. Patterson.
Ironically he never actually went outside of a city his entire life, let alone Droving. phht. Henry Lawson was much more acurate, he didnt romanticise the Aussie bush.

butterflii · Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2007 12:34 am Post subject:

Aww I like that poem too now.

*sighs*

It's so funny. It made me laugh. Not many things make me laugh. That did.

Very Happy

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Spider, Spider, on the wall.
Have you got no sense at all?
Can't you see the walls been plastered.
Now you're stuck you stupid . . . spider.

Aurora Asha Ila · Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2007 2:43 am Post subject:

I thought it was funnytoo, glad it made someone else laugh too! oh the top one was written by me by the way so do a Blondie and 'RIP 'ER TO SHREDS'
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I am sitting in my dingy little office, where a stingy
Ray of sunlight struggles feebly down between the houses tall,
And the foetid air and gritty of the dusty, dirty, city,
Through the open window floating, spreads its foulness over all.

Extract from Clancy and the Overflow, by A.B. Patterson.
Ironically he never actually went outside of a city his entire life, let alone Droving. phht. Henry Lawson was much more acurate, he didnt romanticise the Aussie bush.

Aurora Asha Ila · Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2007 12:16 pm Post subject:

Figment request! could you get rid of this one please so i can start again, send it to dead or something? *pleads and pleads*
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I am sitting in my dingy little office, where a stingy
Ray of sunlight struggles feebly down between the houses tall,
And the foetid air and gritty of the dusty, dirty, city,
Through the open window floating, spreads its foulness over all.

Extract from Clancy and the Overflow, by A.B. Patterson.
Ironically he never actually went outside of a city his entire life, let alone Droving. phht. Henry Lawson was much more acurate, he didnt romanticise the Aussie bush.