“Foley” by Lucia Perillo April 3, 2016 natl_[gorgeous]_cmdr 95837 Commentshttp%3A%2F%2Fwonkville.net%2F2016%2F04%2F03%2Ffoley-by-lucia-perillo%2F%22Foley%22+by+Lucia+Perillo2016-04-03+18%3A22%3A23Anonymous+Wonkerhttp%3A%2F%2Fwonkville.net%2F2016%2F04%2F03%2Ffoley-by-lucia-perillo%2F +20
I have a gentil cock croweth me day he doth me risen early my matins for to stay I have a gentil cock comen he is of great his comb is of red coral his tail is of jet I have a gentil cock comen he is of kind his comb is of red sorrel his tail is of inde his legs be of azure so gentil and so small his spurs are of silver white into the wortewale his eyes are of crystal locked all in amber and every night he pertcheth him in my lady`s chamber ———Anonymous Reply
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Beautiful poem, thank you for it. It just dawned on me that the Internet must be doing for poets what streaming is doing to musicians. Only nobody ever expected to become rich and famous for writing poems. One quibble: it was a Captain Midnight decoder ring. <img src="http://www.gasolinealleyantiques.com/images/Premiums/midnight-55decoder.JPG"> Nemo was the captain of the Nautilus in Jules Verne's Twenty Thousand Leagues Beneath the Sea Reply
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| Alone in the hissing laboratory of his wishes, Mr Pugh minces among bad vats and jeroboams, tiptoes through spinneys of murdering herbs, agony dancing in his crucibles, and mixes especially for Mrs Pugh a venomous porridge unknown to toxicologists which will scald and viper through her until her ears fall off like figs, her toes grow big and black as balloons, and steam comes screaming out of her navel. | Reply
I have a gentil cock
croweth me day
he doth me risen early
my matins for to stay
I have a gentil cock
comen he is of great
his comb is of red coral
his tail is of jet
I have a gentil cock
comen he is of kind
his comb is of red sorrel
his tail is of inde
his legs be of azure
so gentil and so small
his spurs are of silver white
into the wortewale
his eyes are of crystal
locked all in amber
and every night he pertcheth him
in my lady`s chamber
———Anonymous
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Beautiful poem, thank you for it. It just dawned on me that the Internet must be doing for poets what streaming is doing to musicians. Only nobody ever expected to become rich and famous for writing poems.
One quibble: it was a Captain Midnight decoder ring.
<img src="http://www.gasolinealleyantiques.com/images/Premiums/midnight-55decoder.JPG">
Nemo was the captain of the Nautilus in Jules Verne's Twenty Thousand Leagues Beneath the Sea
Was that before or after his adventures in Slumberland?
concrete colliding with the abstract of perfection
<img src="http://www.bridgemanagement.com/images/tn_Deck.jpg" width="325">
| Alone in the hissing laboratory of his wishes, Mr Pugh
minces among bad vats and jeroboams, tiptoes through
spinneys of murdering herbs, agony dancing in his
crucibles, and mixes especially for Mrs Pugh a venomous
porridge unknown to toxicologists which will scald and
viper through her until her ears fall off like figs, her
toes grow big and black as balloons, and steam comes
screaming out of her navel. |
Or [this], that shows what a powerful statement a poem can make.