I was idly watching the Sunday go by when for no apparent reason I remembered some fun fan poetry that I meant to post in a separate post long ago. Maybe today is the day, with nothing else happening? I really think you will have fun with some of this. And it goes to prove the point that it is well worth reading comment strands on posts. There are true gems to be found in there, honest.
So, we were going about our business on the comment thread of one of my *ooof*s over on me+r when inspiration struck and Kathy Jones started waxing lyrical. The context was an imagined male underwear collection called “The Line of Durin”, modelled by the Durin boys. And Kathy came out with this gem:
Ode to Pelts (Poetry Intervention)
There once was a man with a pelt,
Who sported a big shiny belt,
Though wearing much fur,
He was far from demure,
For his hotness resembled a smelt.
Kathy Jones
This was obviously a gauntlet flung at Hedgehogess’s feet. She rose to the challenge and responded with a poem of her own – in her native German.
Thorin in seinem Berge saß
und Kathy Jonesens Oden las.
Er wollte seinem Aug’ kaum trauen:
“Was mach’ ich nur mit diesen Frauen?!”
Doch die Idee kam ihm geschwind:
“Am besten ist’s, wenn ich sie bind’!”
Er ließ ein Lager vorbereiten,
mit starken Pfosten an den Seiten.
Dann griff er Kathy blitzeschnelle,
warf sie auf die weichen Felle,
band sie fest an den Pfosten an
– und stellte klar: Er ist ein Mann!
Hedgehogess
Before you scream murder and “language”!!! Yes, the rudeness of foreign language exclusivity was already addressed back then, and yours truly very inadequately translated Hedgehogess’s masterpiece into English:
Thorin in his mountain sat
Kathy Jones’s odes he read
He hardly dared believe his eyes,
“What to do with these wives?”
Quickly a thought entered his brain
“How about if they are restrained?”
He had a bed quickly set-up
strong posts at the sides held it up
He put Kathy under duress,
in the furs she was pressed
and he tied her to the frame,
to show her that he is a man.
To add insult to injury and self-reference to egocentricity Hedgehogess proceeded to write a little rhyme for Guylty. Back to German:
Als Künstler und als Fotografin
käm’s Guylty niemals in den Sinn,
ein Bild einfach nur anzusehen,
nein, sie muss es auch verstehen.
Pose, Blende, Schärfe, Tiefe –
nicht zu vergessen Perspektive –
reichlich wird’s analysiert
und gleich genauestens notiert.
Mit Adleraugen wird betracht’,
was sich ein Fotograf gedacht,
der Mr. A hat abgelichtet
– und dann ein Ficletchen gedichtet.
So ist denn Guylty ungerührt,
wenn sie uns in die Bildwelt führt.
Richard, Lucas, Thorin, Guy …
Ooof! thud Oh wei, oh wei.
In the interest of keeping Guylty grounded no English translation has been provided. Well, I’ll give you the last two verses, because they are evocative:
Richard, Lucas, Thorin, Guy …
Ooof! thud Oh my, oh my.
*ggg*
You must agree with me that this is pretty potent stuff. And that we have some poets amongst our select group of RA well-wishers. I wonder whether we could commission them to write a proper ode to RA or something like that? And what would we have to do in return??? In any case, how lovely to see creativity break out in the unlikeliest of places.
Maybe you feel inspired by Hedgehogess and Kathy Jones yourself? A little love-letter to ‘yer man’? You know, his birthday is coming up soon. Have you sent him your best wishes yet? Or consoled him for adding yet another year to his load? Or just congratulated him on his fabulous run as John Proctor? When I was in London two weeks ago, I posted a letter for an American friend. Here is an extremely rare sighting of Guylty, dropping the letter in the mail. She usually makes sure not to be caught on camera, for obvious reasons (careful, Guylty Proboscis in sharp profile):
Oh, and in case you don’t know how to address your letter, just click on this and you’ll see.
Hurry – only five days to go! Happy Sunday, everyone ❤
Bwahahahahah!!! I’m totally unable to do a rhyme to save my dear life, but the idea is too good not to go on! So go go go you RA poetesses, express your admiration for the man to celebrate his birthday (any clear reference to the actual age best be avoided… you know he’s still a 6 years old).
And in that very nice pics of you I noticed a beautful necklace! Love it 😉
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Yup, better not upset the “diva” with mention of hard numbers. Is the poor man actually working the night of his birthday??
Hehe, and eagle-eye Micra spots the RL Guylty trademark 😀
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Yup! 😀
Yes, the poor man works on his birthday. But I bet he’s proud and will never forget this particular birthday. You don’t simply celebrate your birthday on stage at Old Vic…
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Trying to imagine how that must be… Special is right!
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I’ve heard a lot of people say that they cannot rhyme. But: When they finally tried it was really well done.
So don’t tell yourself that you “cannot do it” – just try! You’ll probalby do a lot better than you expect. 🙂
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Thank you! I can try… if I find inspiration! Grazie 🙂
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Exactly: Inspiration is the point. 🙂
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Great poetry Kathy and hedgehogess! The world has to know about your qualities!!!! Super! Das gehörte dringend ans Licht gezerrt!!
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That’s what I thought. Those gems were buried and languishing in a comment thread. Far too precious for that! (Hope they don’t mind :-D)
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Of course I don’t mind. I am flattered that my feeble attempts at poetry are apprciated.
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lol, this is pure awesomeness! 😀
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It is, isn’t it? Their poetry had my laugh out loud. And makes me wish for more!!!
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Yes, more please! 😀
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Posted in wrong order, but there is a new birthday poem farther along. Keep scrolling. 🙂
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Reblogged this on jollytr62.
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Cheers for the reblog, Jolly 🙂
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I agree — the comment strands are often as good as or better than the posts 🙂
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And it’s the playform for those fans who don’t maintain a blog of their own.
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*platform. iPhone typing *grah*
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I thought you came up with a new word. I like “playform.” Kinda goes with my treehouse 😉
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There is something to the word playform, indeed 😀
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Man, it’s times like these that I wish I would have paid more attention in my “German for Research” class! I have to admit that I’m in awe of poets and lyricists. I’m rarely at a loss for words, but if I sit down to try and write a little rhyme, or even a haiku, my mind goes completely blank. Keep it coming fan poets 🙂
BTW…I couldn’t help but notice what lovely skin the personal postage agent has! (I also love her pendant.).
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Love poetry myself, and yeah, shame on you because German is the language of poets and thinkers (or so a well-known German adage goes…) Nah. But anyway, I wish I could do it woth the ease of those two ladies!
As for personal postage agent – good genes are everything *ggg*. And the pendant is so identifiable that my cover will be blown if any of my RL friends sees this *ggg*
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It’s always bothered me that my German ancestors didn’t preserve the “mother tongue” when they emigrated, but I guess that in the mid 19th century, assimilation was prioritized over preservation as language went.
Ah yes..unspoken rule of covert fan girling – no distinctive jewelry (or tattoos ) visible in pictures 🙂
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I repeat what I said to micra:
I’ve heard a lot of people say that they cannot rhyme. But: When they finally tried it was really well done.
So don’t tell yourself that you “cannot do it” – just try! You’ll probably do a lot better than you expect. 🙂
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Germans tend to be pretty good at assimilation, anyway… We try to ignore our roots as much as possible. At least nowadays…
Damn – no covert fangirling for Guylty.
BTW, I am disappointed no one has commented on the thumb shots :-D. And I took such great care with that.
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I noticed your beautiful thumbs yet the bracelet first because I wear the same brand on my right arm 🙂 BTW, couldn´t anyone design a Mr. A bead, it exists already a Thorin one but that´s not clearly recognizable.
Ich liebe Eure Schüttelreime, bin aber selbst so untalentiert auf dem Gebiet, dass es schon wehtut.
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There is a Pandora Thorin????????????? Where? Must-have-immediately! And then, after that, I want a Guy, and a Lucas, and a Harry and a… OTOH, I could just buy myself an R and an A. They could join the C and the T for my children’s names…
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Ja, ja ja, geiles Daumenfoto!!!!!!! Total nah am Thema 🙂 Und solch wohlgeformte, samtig glatte Unterarme. Du weisst schon wie’s läuft, gell?
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*hüstel* – ob es wohl ein Zufall ist, dass ich gerade heute ganz viele Unterarmfotos angeguckt habe, und das ziemlich groß???
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Nachtigall ick hör dir trapsen …. Ich glaube definitiv nicht an Zufälle
🙂 Und deshalb ist der Rückwärts-Pfeil auch nicht zufällig so prominent positioniert *schmunzel *
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Haha, das war mir noch gar nicht aufgefallen.
*eeeek* Sehe ich da einen blauen Fleck auf meiner makellosen Haut???????? 😀
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Sieht so aus. Wohl beim rumtollen zugezogen, was? Da musst du schon demnächst ein bisschen mehr Sorgfalt an den Tag legen. Du bist schließlich vom Fach. Und der kritischen Kundschaft entgeht so leicht nichts 🙂
Lass uns jetzt bloß nicht anfangen noch Leberflecke zu zählen 😀
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Muss wohl beim Gerangel am Bühnenausgang passiert sein. Ich musste da ein paar aufdringliche Damen mit gezielten Handkantenschlägen und Unterarmschrauben außer Gefecht setzen.
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Super -Guyrlty. Mit diesem tröstlichen Bild begebe ich mich ins Reich der Träume jedweder Art. Und du recherchier mal schön weiter Unterarme *freu*
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Brilliant! The great artist inspires great art. Speaking from experience, it is often unpublishable but always of top quality. LOL
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Oh Richardiana! You can’t just throw that comment in here and leave it at that!!!!
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Just a little tickle for the fandom’s (sufficiently rich) imagination. 😉
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Yah yah… *bitesknucklesinfrustration*
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EY!!!
No gauntlet, absolutely not! Kathy’s ode was an inspiration. Hmpf!
Aaaand you should have told your readers that the poem about you is about your much-admired professional stance when you explain to us all the details in photographs and photographers’ work. – Well, “professional stance” until Guy comes along. But who could blame you?! 😉
OT: Wenn du mal wieder ooof!-st … Ich hätte da so eine Idee für ein zugehöriges Ficlet … Falls du an kleinen, feinen, gar-nicht-gemeinen Inspirationen interessiert bist?
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Guylty als Post-Einwerferin finde ich übrigens klasse. 🙂
(Also: Die Hilfe für einen anderen Fan, meine ich, nicht allein die viel zu viel verratenden Bilder. 😉 )
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Always at my fandom friends’ service. That letter was not mine, it was someone else’s. As for my identity: Well, my friends would have to *know* where to look for me before they could identify me…
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Sorry, yes, I misrepresented that :-). There was no competition involved, just playful teasing.
And I love your interpretation of me, obviously, but modesty forbade any further comment *ggg*. As you said, I was already distracted by Guy’s appearance (in front of my mind’s eye)…
Ficlet inspiration? Bring-it-on!!!!!
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Nicht öffentlich … *g*
Da kommt gleich was.
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Here is another wonderful poem of hedgehogess (in a not so wonderful translation), but I hope, you will enjoy it:
Once it was a lovely day,
cRAmerry and Guy do happy lay
together munching cake and sweets
romping under heavy sheets
(Es war dereinst ein schöner Tag:
cRAmerry neben Guy da lag,
und beide konnten es nicht lassen
sie mussten gründlich Kuchen fassen)
But someones looking from afar
who doesn’t find that “wunderbar”
And round the corner comes a wife,
it’s angry Guylty with a knife
(In leider nicht so weiter Ferne
sieht jemand das nicht gar so gerne
cRAmerry guckt ziemlich entsetzt
weil Guylty fies die Messer wetzt)
Guy abruptly starts with running
leaves cRAmerry standing stunning
Denies of Guyliner, crops his hair
that nobody knows him anywhere
(Guy der nunmal kampferfahren
weiß wann man muss Würde wahren –
und wann man nurmehr flüchten kann
Das tut er auch der tolle Mann
Verzicht fortan auf den Guyliner
ohne erkennt ihn nämlich keiner
kürzt sich auch noch das lange Haar)
One litte hedgehog hums a tune
and lives a good life with him soon
(lebt mit’nem Igel tralala……..)
@hedgehogess ❤
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Da will jemand unbedingt die Ehrenmitgliedschaft im Hedgehogess-Fanclub, was? 😀
❤ fürs Übersetzen.
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War mir ein Wahnsinnsfest, auch wenn es english for runaways ist 🙂
Und im Club bin ich doch schon qua Anwesenheit hier. Hoffentlich kannst mit dem jetzt einsetzenden Ruhm auch umgehen! 😀
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LOL
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Fantastisch!!! Das Gedicht war mir auch noch im Kopf, aber ich war zu faul es zu suchen. Super, dass wir es jetzt hier in der Lyrikecke verewigt haben. Und die Übersetzung ist doch prima, klasse, cRAmerry! Mir gefällt ja besonders das Wort “wife” im Zusammenhang mit Guy und mir *ggg*. Toll gelöst, das Ganze! Literarische Übersetzungen sind fies schwer!
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Ja, so schnell wird frau in den Ehestand befördert … 😀
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Shit, I am a bigamist… *eeek*
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Well, it’s you with the knife … I bet both your husbands know how dangerous you are. (… shooting people? Blowing them up?) *g*
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Guy only understands the language of the knife (he has no concept of shooting and blowing up, yet). Mr Guylty, however, has been subjected to my wrath (and keeps all kitchen utensils under lock and key).
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Now I am scared … O.O
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*ggg* Translation: Guylty is known for her volatility in RL. (I am only such a tame kitten in my online life… otherwise I am a tigress *raaawrrrr*)
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*scratches Guylty between the ears* Awww, Kittykittykitty.
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Danke, danke! Das geht runter wie Öl 🙂 Aber es hat mir keine Ruhe gelassen. Und wenn erstmal die Hemmschwelle überwunden ist, dann reimt es gänzlich ungeniert 😀
Ich übe weiter. Ach ja, nette persönliche Seiten-und Fastansicht der Hausherrin. Du wagst dich raus, was? Komplettiert den Gesamteindruck. Und so eine süsse Herzchenbrille *gröhl*
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Reim mal ungeniert weiter. Ne Lyrikecke is ja nun etabliert.
Hehe, ein bisschen Mysterium muss ja sein, nech. Das kennen wir ja auch von anderen Herrschaften. Ich halte mich da ganz an den Experten im Tarnkappentragen.
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Ja, an den würden wir uns alle gerne halten … 😀
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Mrs. Mysterious, jou klingt wie eine super Idee. Kannst den Blog ja umfirmieren auf “Guylty Mystery”. Ach, die Herzchenbrille ist also ein Expertentip? Nimm demnächst lieber stattdessen so eine Zorromaske, DAS ist geheimnisvoll 🙂
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Du ruinierst unseren guten Ruf mit deinen Vorschlägen, C.
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Ne, das ist nur eine weitere Stufe in der allgemeinen Kreativitätseskalation. Betrachte mich jetzt in den illustren Kreis der Kreativen aufgenommen und nehme mir jetzt einige künstlerische Freiheiten heraus.
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“Kreativitätseskalation”? So heißt das also heute? Ich kenn das noch unter dem alten Begriff “Wahnsinn” …
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Willkommen in der Gegenwart 🙂 Erstaunlich, wie die Zeit vergeht…….
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*ggg*
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Oh, keine Sorge, ich wusste schon vorher: Wenn ich nicht so bescheiden wär’ – ich wäre perfekt! 😛
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… und das mit dem Antworten lerne ich auch irgendwann.
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Tipp: Geht am besten, wenn man das von der entsprechenden Beitragsseite aus macht und da immer beim Kommentar auf “reply” klickt. Aus dem Reader heraus wird das komisch…
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Ich bin nur manchmal zu dusselig, auf “Reply” zu klicken – oder das Kästchen unten drunter erfordert viel weniger Zielgenauigkeit. *g*
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Stimmt. Passiert mir auch gelegentlich. Was auch immer gut passt, ist, wenn man über die kleine Sprechblase im schwarzen Menübalken von WP kommentiert. Allerdings geht das wahrscheinlich nur für Inhaber von WP-Blogs.
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Ja ich merke schon, du hast eine natürliche Ruhmesbegabung. Steckt dir sozusagen in der DNA die sprichwörtliche Bescheidenheit…..
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Eben. *gg*
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I had forgotten about those poems. It feels like my birthday, imaging being restrained on a fur covered bed by Thorin showing me he is a man? Are you kidding, my pulse is racing at the thought. Hedgehogess is very kind to put me in bed with Thorin. What a treat.
Birthday Thoughts
How will dear Richard, celebrate his special day?
Will he have time, while being in a play?
Maybe with a candle in a cupcake or two,
Or a big dish of chocolate ice cream would do.
What will he be thinking,behind his baby blues,
Does his beard itch, or have his socks lost his shoes?
As he moves quickly down the eager line,
His icy eyes say, “You are forever mine.”
You shiver under his azure gaze,
And your surroundings dissolve into haze.
The crowd has left, alone you wait for him.
He is forever grateful, for teaching him to swim.
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Oh Kathy, you should put that on a card and send it in!
PS: Methinks the real birthday present is not for RA but for the lucky lady who teaches him to “swim” *ggg*
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You think right. The poem was really a birthday present to all us fangirls, in disguise. We all like wet Richard. And we would also like some eye contact if we are lucky enough to be in the stage door line
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Why didn’t my father teach me German????Now I am pissed !!!!o well Guten tag..
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🙂 Thank goodness we have a few people here who translate stuff…
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I came up with this when we first became acquainted with Richard’s beard at the Media Conference during the time when Peter J was ill and we were introduced to all the dwarves. I did post this somewhere at the time but I reiterate my apologies to Robert Burns, Scotland’s National Poet!
Ode to a Beard.
See yon brown beard that grows so fine,
Could we but with our hands entwine
Those silken strands.
Alas, for us ’tis but a dream,
There’s lands and oceans in between,
But hope still stands!
I totally surprised myself at the time as I had never written anything like it before. The fact that the words seem to flow so easily amazed me too. Must have been Richard’s influence! 😉 I hope you don’t mind me posting it here.
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Beautiful beardy poetry. Thank you for sharing it.
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Yes yes yes! (Although I am of the no-beard-camp.) More poetry. Great. I think I’ll have to write another post tomorrow to include the latest submissions. I hate for them to sit unnoticed in the comments… Great stuff, Teuchter! More!?
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😀 LOL! Truly the Grmans are the nation of poets!
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*coughs* Why am I thinking of the “poetry of pain” right now???
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Das kannst du so aber auch nicht sagen. Poetry of Pain ts ts…. Eher Poetry of Karneval und zwar direkt aus der Bütt 🙂
Ansonsten gilt, wenn der Reim nicht paßt , wird er passend gemacht. Notfalls mit grammatikalischer Gewalt. Satzbau und Rhythmik werden ganz klar überbewertet! Freiheit den Worten 🙂
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Such a pleasure seeing you in the pics! 🙂
Congratulations everybody for the poems 🙂
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I think I am going to write another post because three more poems were added overnight, here in the comments.
As for Guylty herself – you see me and you don’t 😀
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