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Elliot, damn, you're always pushing the envelope!
Posted by: Elliot (192.168.128.---)
Date: November 11, 2006 09:57PM

Right.
Some suggestions.
To The Powers That Be:
Is is possible to add a feature that permits multiple columns.
Sometimes poems are a couple of words wide and a yard long; for me the scrolling interferes with concentration; takes away from it and I have to re-read; for me and perhaps otheres, it might be easier to read if only screen high & a few columns wide.
Also:
There are a couple here posting some nice work; besides the Submitted discussion board, might it be possible to have an archive to which an author could add items? I'd like to see more of Jack's work, for example; read it all at one time (preferably in columns); it would add a new dimension to discussions as well.

E.


Re: Elliot, damn, you're always pushing the envelope!
Posted by: lg (Moderator)
Date: November 11, 2006 11:04PM

Here's a link to Jack's works: [www.emule.com] />







         





NameDate Link
SCRAPS 8/9/02 [www.emule.com];
KING OF THE WIND 8/30/02 [www.emule.com];
WEEDS 10/12/02 [www.emule.com];


We could probably do that, but we'd rather let you figure it out yourselves. Bear in mind that the "Search" feature does most of what you're asking for.


Les

Edited 4 time(s). Last edit at 11/12/2006 03:12PM by lg.


Re: Elliot, damn, you're always pushing the envelope!
Posted by: lg (Moderator)
Date: November 12, 2006 02:09PM







         


NameDate Poem
SCRAPS 8/9/02
I'm building a bird house out in the garage.
nothing fancy or fine
left-over scraps
too good to throw away

No power, no phone, no haste allowed out here.
Average hands, simple tools, glue
It will be white with a red roof
Those are the colors I found on the shelf

It will only be big enough for a small bird or two.
Just a short perch under a hole too small for my thumb
finches maybe, or sparrows
The big guys can fend for themselves

I'll hang it in the maple
just outside the kitchen window
The cats will spend their days
making idle, impotent threats

The late afternoon is getting cool.
I'm losing the last of this golden light.
This wood, this day, was too good to waste.
I did something for the birds, the cats, and me.
KING OF THE WIND 8/30/02


I COULD WRITE SOME STUFF IN HERE IF I WANTED TO
It came to me again last night
Unbeckoned, but giddily welcome
Unchanged from the days of my youth
The wonderous dream of flight

From a muddle of commonplace musings
Perspective begins to shift
I know the signs, I feel it coming
The drift to a low hover, the butterflies

Gaining a bit of control now
Easily dodging trees and powerlines
Summersaults, cartwheels, loop-the-loop
Easing into a long, slow roll

I know I'm wearing an idiot's grin
But there's no one for miles to see it
Nor hear my howls of childish laughter
The wind in my ears

Tracking my shadow on the clouds
No worries of traffic up here
Nobody else can fly like this
I am The King of the Wind!

How do I perform these brilliant maneuvers?!
So effortlessly, no practice
How long can this dream last?
No sooner thought, begins to fade

Instantly awake, disappointed
Light's on, she's staring at me
'You woke me up... laughing
Were you flying again?'
WEEDS 10/12/02 A vacant lot
A country lane
The footpath by the river

Slow down
Look close
There is plenty of time

First color
Daffodil gold
Shrugging off her ermine coat of snow

In the ditch
Facing south
The purple loosestrife too impatient for April

Queen Annes' lace
Rules the meadow
In the same exquisite gown her mother wore

No hothouse
No nursery
No frail supermodel orchid or even rose

No fertilizer
No insecticide
Their Gardener is nowhere to be seen

High summer
Song-birds and cicadas
The mower comes along to clear the mess

No sorrow
No tears
We'll all be back in the spring

Unnoticed
Unwanted
Who are they to call us weeds?




Les


Re: Elliot, damn, you're always pushing the envelope!
Posted by: Elliot (192.168.128.---)
Date: November 13, 2006 01:00PM


















MATER DOLOROSA





I'd a dream to-night

As I fell asleep,

O! the touching sight

Makes me still to weep:

Of my little lad,

Gone to leave me sad,

Ay, the child I had,

But was not to keep.





As in heaven high,

I my child did seek,

There in train came by

Children fair and meek,

Each in lily white,

With a lamp alight;

Each was clear to sight,

But they did not speak.





Then, a little sad,

Came my child in turn,

But the lamp he had,

O it did not burn!

He, to clear my doubt,

Said, half-turned about,

"Your tears put it out;

Mother, never mourn."





William Barnes [1801-1886]


Re: Elliot, damn, you're always pushing the envelope!
Posted by: Elliot (192.168.128.---)
Date: November 13, 2006 01:03PM


















MATER DOLOROSA





I'd a dream to-night
As I fell asleep,
O! the touching sight
Makes me still to weep:
Of my little lad,
Gone to leave me sad,
Ay, the child I had,
But was not to keep.





As in heaven high,
I my child did seek,
There in train came by
Children fair and meek,
Each in lily white,
With a lamp alight;
Each was clear to sight,
But they did not speak.





Then, a little sad,
Came my child in turn,
But the lamp he had,
O it did not burn!
He, to clear my doubt,
Said, half-turned about,
"Your tears put it out;
Mother, never mourn."





William Barnes [1801-1886]


Re: Elliot, damn, you're always pushing the envelope!
Posted by: Elliot (192.168.128.---)
Date: November 13, 2006 01:16PM

There, that is better.
But what about for those who are HTML challenged?
Might there be a "form" available for those posting a "long" poem?
Most of my items are relatively short, so this is not necessarily for my use;
something like a link on this here diologue box for one already set up in colums for "long" poems; set up in 3 or 4 colums, with each column only as long as a browser window and if longer, continues on a next segment of the table for "page 2", etc.

E.


Re: Elliot, damn, you're always pushing the envelope!
Posted by: lg (Moderator)
Date: November 13, 2006 01:22PM

















MATER DOLOROSA





I'd a dream to-night
As I fell asleep,
O! the touching sight
Makes me still to weep:
Of my little lad,
Gone to leave me sad,
Ay, the child I had,
But was not to keep.





As in heaven high,
I my child did seek,
There in train came by
Children fair and meek,
Each in lily white,
With a lamp alight;
Each was clear to sight,
But they did not speak.

William Barnes [1801-1886]





Then, a little sad,
Came my child in turn,
But the lamp he had,
O it did not burn!
He, to clear my doubt,
Said, half-turned about,
"Your tears put it out;
Mother, never mourn."






Edited 3 time(s). Last edit at 11/13/2006 02:05PM by lg.


Re: Elliot, damn, you're always pushing the envelope!
Posted by: lg (Moderator)
Date: November 13, 2006 01:26PM

Great suggestion, Elliot, I've struggled myself to follow poems which are extremely long and which require extensive scrolling. What say you Kevin, Rudy? Is this format change possible?


Les


Re: Elliot, damn, you're always pushing the envelope!
Posted by: JustJack (192.168.128.---)
Date: November 24, 2006 09:02PM

Elliot-

You are one sick puppy.


But thanks.




Jack




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