Poetry, Jingles, Doggerel and Song Lyrics
Posted: 19 Feb 2009, 13:08
Intention:
Most of us have tags of rhyme and song that somehow linger on in our poor, abused brains for years after we met them, every now and then sliding out of whatever dark recesses they are stored in to echo through our conscious minds.
So willy nilly, before we can stop ourselves, we begin mindlessly muttering lines of poetry long ago learned at school, parts of song lyrics that played in the background during especially memorable romantic episodes, annoying advertising jingles or political slogans....anything with a rhyme or a tune to it that somehow (without first asking our permission) found a permanent home within those little grey cells.
Let's have some fun, bravely sharing some of these lines of poetry, song, jingle and doggerel here, however ridiculous many of them are likely going to look and sound. Never mind if they are just odd fragments....who needs the full text of 'The Boy Stood on the Burning Deck' anyway?
I suppose that you all absolutely insist that poor old Aurélien dredges the [murky] depths of what these days passes for his mind and posts the first sample:
Robert Louis Stevenson - was he, perhaps, writing about the Scottish Springtime?
Edit Update 24 Feb '09:
Two interesting personal discoveries, folks:
Most of us have tags of rhyme and song that somehow linger on in our poor, abused brains for years after we met them, every now and then sliding out of whatever dark recesses they are stored in to echo through our conscious minds.
So willy nilly, before we can stop ourselves, we begin mindlessly muttering lines of poetry long ago learned at school, parts of song lyrics that played in the background during especially memorable romantic episodes, annoying advertising jingles or political slogans....anything with a rhyme or a tune to it that somehow (without first asking our permission) found a permanent home within those little grey cells.
Let's have some fun, bravely sharing some of these lines of poetry, song, jingle and doggerel here, however ridiculous many of them are likely going to look and sound. Never mind if they are just odd fragments....who needs the full text of 'The Boy Stood on the Burning Deck' anyway?
I suppose that you all absolutely insist that poor old Aurélien dredges the [murky] depths of what these days passes for his mind and posts the first sample:
- The cloud-rifts share their amber light
With the surface of the Mere –
I think the very stones are glad
To feel each other near.
Robert Louis Stevenson - was he, perhaps, writing about the Scottish Springtime?
Edit Update 24 Feb '09:
Two interesting personal discoveries, folks:
- 1) This thread is not only fun to post on, but also fun to revisit;
2) Am finding that I am actually far too awestruck by others' contributions to dare post comments on them.