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.. about six years a detective
I have walked the street nose down
looking for sixpences..
for six miserable years;
rarely a find
and bullion never ever expected
hmmmI closed my eyes,
went to put the kettle on
and strarted mentally spending the money,
I still dont know what to sayIt may have been lax journalism but
the tea and the
kitchen kettle
din’t fit in to this particu lair
drama on the high knees,
and would have given even
the statesdie Colombo a double electric shock
and his shambolic coat
a spectacular shimmer
of a shine on the layer
cake of crime grime
by virue of internal satisfying sweat
leaking from questionable aroma
around his armpitsNevison you are flavour of the month.
Racing needs your sort of personalities,
who appear on the edge.
and strike a chord with Mr average.I apologise for asking to see
the wounds,
after you are numb and in shock,
but I throw you down this hats off challenge.Write to me at
nevisonreplies@hotmail.co.uk
(or if removed to Mack the knife
who’ll fill you in)
I will put my mask on
as physically near to your address as possible.
Thomas will make the tea,
a three minute brew is well within my capability.
I will scratch my head,
squint through one eye
and then burst into an accepting grin
as my hand physically touches
the scope around your wound.Oh Gamble, ye of such delightful verse,
Spews forth these odes without young nurse;
Perchance you weave your words in sharpened metal,
It’s good to find your mind in such fine fettle.Have you ever noticed how some of Shakespeare’s best work, such as Hamlet’s soliloquy (that spelling may or may not be right) aren’t actually in blank verse?
The Boy Nevison’s tale of woe serves as reminder to all who doubt the following truth
THEY DON’T WANT YOU TO WIN
When the lizards dusted off the old Ile de Chypre bins to zap his dream it must have almost broke the man. The rope and stool would have been put in place and weaker men than he would have gone through with it.
If the treble top hedge was indeed his I hope he’s put the rope back in the cupboard before 1pm Wednesday, otherwise he might go through with it still when kick to the proverbials is heartlessly delivered.
My advice: get the nigger with the trigger on the case. He’ll be worth his super7 when you get your unlucky thirteen percent back.
I agree Gerald, Shakespeares Sister is a great band. As far as free verse is concerned, give us a clue please? Wotsit mean?
Win or lose we have some booze!
Win or draw we have some more!
(losers make their own arrangements)
anyway all back to kempton now GL has gone
its either
dida dida dida dida dida
dida dida dida dida didaor
dadi dadi dadi dadi dadi
dadi dadi dadi dadi dadiI strongly suspect it is the former.
Ye olde iambic pentameter.
Ain’t it amazing that you had a magnificent whole group of poets and playwrights at the same time, and the audience was actually into the stuff?
Was it just a case of the English asserting and ascertaining themselves as a Nation, and rejoicing in the fact?
I’ve often thought that we should try to emulate the Athenians, and have a state-sponsored play contest.
I have had two ribeye steaks
3/4 bottle of Du Comte Proton
an evilly large slice of rocquefort
and I am on my fourth canned beer.Lets face it
when your knees are in your mouth
you’d rather put your head through
your neighbour’s ceiling
than wire up the kettle
and shove a bag in a cup( all replies have been consumed with particualr delight)
As far as I remember, the famous passage from Hamlet was indeed in blank verse (iambic pentameter without rhyme).
Free verse is a more modern invention, with no formal metrical structure (which does not mean absence of rhythm). English has a tendency towards rhythm because the language is stress-dominated, that is we emphasise certain syllables in a sentence naturally and even when speaking normally we tend towards spacing these stressed syllables out.
Latin poetry was based on length of syllable, but when applied to English, the underlying stress-patterns of our language tend to poke through between the cracks.
In my opinion, poetry still has to have, at a minimum, some kind of rhythm and structure, otherwise it is merely chopped up prose.
To the best of my knowledge, Mr Nevison is not a poet.
Prosodic polymeter (polymetric prosody?) is how I’d describe the Collected Works of Gamble – the random splitting of impenetrable paragraphs into effective, and affective, verse
Splendid thread chaps
There was a young punter from Kent
Who played Tote bets to cover his rent
Scoop6, Jackpot
He punted the lot
But when losing he shouted ‘It’s bent’.Maybe we should encourage all threads and posts to be in verse. Bring a bit of culture to the forum, though Cormack might not go along with a re-titled ‘ The Racing Poets Society’.
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