botanical hymn
by AuldMiseryGuts (Member) - published: April 11, 2008
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You’re not a boy,
I’m not a man
We’re celebrant’s
Of Peter Pan
We made our Eden
In between
The hothouse and
The sunk ravine

Titania’s cradle
Bed of roses
On the bandstand,
Striking poses
Reeling away
Above the pavilion
The view is cerulean,
Emerald and vermillion

There was a golden bower
There was an April shower
There was a starry crown
Over you and me and Belfast town

I’m not a child
You’re not yet grown
Come down from your cross
Come sit on your thrown
The sun in the sky
Is bigger than God
Do what you will
Say the wise and the good

Sing choir of angels
Laughing and shouting
Let us adore him
Stripped bare in the fountain
We’re climbing the trees
Above the pavilion
The view is cerulean,
You’re one in a million

There was a golden bower
There was an April shower
There was a starry crown
Over you and me and Belfast town

If you have to go
It’ll all end in tears
Don’t leave alone with
The stone pioneers
If I ask you to stay
Will you know what I mean?
Inventing our Eden
By the sunken ravine

Titania’s cradle
Sing choir of angels
Titania’s cradle
Sing choir of angels

You drifted away
Above the pavilion
Miss you each day
You were one in a million.

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The human race, the only race I know where everybody loses.

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by AuldMiseryGuts

Inventing our Eden
The same holds true in reverse: "I am not a boy/You are not a man." Kind'a applies to your friend John. And that's all I will write of that...

Love the childhood imagery in this lyric. Reminded me of "About a boy" and its role reversal: We CAN learn a lot of children. Not that this is about that but you know me and projecting...

So ya chose a lyric for day two, eh? I chose lack of inspiration but tomorrow is another matter all together. I'll get you and your little dog too...

And by little dog i meant the yellow dog you posted pictures of on myspace...

( Posted by: desvelado [Member] On: April 11, 2008 )

correction
I meant we can learn alot FROM children.

And I forgot to add that I didn't mean I'd get any jaundiced body parts!!!

( Posted by: desvelado [Member] On: April 11, 2008 )

I AM MANBOY HEAR ME ROAR!
MISSED READING SHANNON AS LIT.PEOPLE...HOWS EVERYTHING COWBOY????

I LIKE MY POETRY/MUSIC LIKE I LIKES MY WOMEN:

PENSIVE AND EXPENSIVE!!!!!!

Yes Im a retarded syphlittic monkey "And Still I Rise" Holy Shnikies I just quoted Maya Angelou...

Havent heard the word bower since Lord of the Rings..thanx for that...

( Posted by: kilgoretrout [Member] On: April 11, 2008 )

thanking two
Francisco, thanks for looking in here. I'm very pleased to say this isn't about John. he's out of the picture... for now, anyway... I hope for good but I suck at doing the right thing... this is about another time, another place, with another person. he made Belfast better than Narnia. I miss him...

and hey, you leave my dog alone, ye big bully... on subject of dogs, looking after another puppy at the moment, a black and white Staffordshire bullterrier cross, Chucky [yeah, I know, but we didn't name her], she belonged to an idiot acquaintance who bought her without realising that a) dog's need exercise, b) puppies don't come house trained, c) yeah, and they do get bigger… I’ve no patience with people who don’t know how to treat animals, and I was ready to string this guy up by his balls… Caroline suggested we take the easier, less-violent approach and adopt her, at least until we can place her with a permanent home…. so she’s here right now, eating a tennis shoe… bless… anyway, enough about dogs… I’m worse than a new parent, I’m such a baby bore… puppy bore, whatever…

Terence, he-he, that’s the first time anybody called cowboy… guess it beats “pigboy” ;) … I’m doing about as well expected… I have a new dog, but I’ve lost- amongst other things- my voice… yeah, it’s usually the last place you look, right….? funny saying, that, I mean, of course it’s in the last place you look… ‘cause when you find it you stop looking… I think I’ve gone a bit odd… I’m blaming the various medications. I know longer remember what I’m supposed to be taking or why… it’s fun on a bun… er…

“thank you” was the phrase I believe I was groping for… so… er… “thank you”…

( Posted by: AuldMiseryGuts [Member] On: April 11, 2008 )

the view was cerulean
Shannon! You RHYMED!!!!

Intentionally and throughout!

Oh, and it's wonderful. I just can't praise this one enough. The language is beautiful, the rhyme of cerulean/vermillion/million was resonant and gave me happy chills.

The image of a starry night as a crown over Belfast town made me want to drop everything and go to Ireland. Post haste.

But by the time I got towards the end, some of the other imagery that was softer began to sink in. And while this is written with a pure, childlike lilt and cadence, there is a very mature sadness here, one that lingers between memory and spending stolen time with a ghost.

I am glad I caught this one before it was shuffled off the front page.

By the by, I sent you a PM. Not sure if you got my last one, but here's hoping this one goes through.

( Posted by: chinadoll [Member] On: April 18, 2008 )

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