tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702442.post6390570670507735828..comments2007-08-21T22:19:32.559+01:00Roger Stevensnoreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702442.post-46607255159940840102007-08-21T22:19:00.000+01:002007-08-21T22:19:00.000+01:00I hear it sung to a kind of ho-down- gospelly type jig with a bit of honky tonk trombone thrown in .wastedpapiershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06833050707322694789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702442.post-75211889027205472342007-08-14T11:06:00.000+01:002007-08-14T11:06:00.000+01:00Devil-may-care elbows. Excellent. Sounds like it neds a good tune.Roger Stevenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08393920954647379508noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702442.post-8251947940828792272007-08-11T10:28:00.000+01:002007-08-11T10:28:00.000+01:00Roger! I've been so out of it for too long! How are you! I'm in London by the way...have been all year...very bad of me not to say hello. back to India at the end of the month but should be back in 2 or so. HOpe things are good with you.Ostrichhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18211998329551623844noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702442.post-58278121306370296632007-08-03T17:44:00.000+01:002007-08-03T17:44:00.000+01:00DEvil May Care Elbows<BR/><BR/><BR/>He flapped his devil-may-care elbows<BR/>Like a some gyroscopic chicken<BR/>On A Tread mill<BR/>He waggled his insulting knees<BR/>At the world weary side board<BR/><BR/>He jiggled his impertinent ears<BR/>At the lady by the bus stop<BR/>And scrambled his coded shins<BR/>By the left luggage officewastedpapiershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06833050707322694789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702442.post-72823313740971757032007-08-02T06:27:00.000+01:002007-08-02T06:27:00.000+01:00hey roger, how are you?<BR/>I like the easy flow of Monday Monday.Nicole Braganzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00710570141127957898noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702442.post-31838302114104176662007-08-02T05:30:00.000+01:002007-08-02T05:30:00.000+01:00nice... charmingly evocative..<BR/><BR/>hope u are fine... i have shifted to singapore for college...Shubhodeephttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14531807048596430649noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702442.post-55412320440869903292007-07-21T13:43:00.000+01:002007-07-21T13:43:00.000+01:00Love the two poems! especially the first which is a nice play with words!! Hope your doing fine Roger! :)Prmod Bafnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12296836101280608123noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702442.post-19740663149026172612007-07-08T23:51:00.000+01:002007-07-08T23:51:00.000+01:00I'm very impressed with the first poem. After all, John Philips couldn't get past "Monday, Monday."X. Dellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17561609651507566271noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702442.post-54159599924218416642007-07-05T07:48:00.000+01:002007-07-05T07:48:00.000+01:00It's the falling damp you have to worry about really at the moment! I think that song was by the Moaners And The Popers- a big hit in the 60's. They came back in the 70's with another called I Don't Like Mung Beans.wastedpapiershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06833050707322694789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702442.post-8288339637534636692007-07-04T21:46:00.000+01:002007-07-04T21:46:00.000+01:00Hi Roger good to hear from you, love the poems the first reminds me of a song (I'm no good at remembering its title)I was touched by the echos of Judy dog. The second is spot on for a dream and made me smile. <BR/> Regarding mine I filtered out one of the lips before sending it but the clechet slipped under under the net, the river idea's brilliant I wish I'd thought of it. Glad crazy June's relinquished her grip, we're floating around in Yorkshire so perhaps London's the place if you don't want to end up with rising damp.<BR/>xSue hardy-Dawsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09303253173299793670noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702442.post-49741007306966418292007-07-02T10:47:00.000+01:002007-07-02T10:47:00.000+01:00i always thought that eric really wanted to be billy preston!cocaine jesushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00519621428036481426noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702442.post-37886981824628946912007-07-02T08:14:00.000+01:002007-07-02T08:14:00.000+01:00Good to see you back again, again. Lovely pomes - yes, dreams of guitar gods playing pianos. What does it all mean? My dreams are very vague these days - hard to remember anything about them. I think you have to train yourself to write them down as soon as you wake up. I used to but got out of the habit. I got good at writing lists though for a while- when I was going slightly bonkers!<BR/><BR/>It's weird that you are living in London now and walking aLONG THE SOUTH BANK ETC.OOOPS! sorry about that. something we did all the time. it seems to have been overwhelemd by tourists now. When we lived there it was very quiet and you could walk for miles without seeing many people eccept for the occassional jogger and old tramp.<BR/><BR/>Anyway- good luck with the house sale - hope it gets snapped up soon.wastedpapiershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06833050707322694789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7702442.post-73099750164393776272007-07-01T18:06:00.000+01:002007-07-01T18:06:00.000+01:00Crazy June nearly done - a very, very, very busy month. Then hopefully back to writing, even a spot of blogging. I seem to be averaging about two poems a month here - not very good at all.<BR/><BR/>Well, we're now living in London. The countryside it aint. But last week we strolled down to Tate Britain to look at some Turners and today we walked to the South Bank and watched Michael Rosen in his kids' show. Very funny.<BR/><BR/>I think Jill and I were the biggest kids there.<BR/><BR/>Well, best away to check out the vegetable casserole.<BR/><BR/>Bloggy hugs.Roger Stevenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08393920954647379508noreply@blogger.com