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dicktice: "Cindy: I can't locate your "poetry thread."
*That's because I don't have one! Clark started the poetry threads, not me.
dicktice: "But about Bob Cunningham's poem in response to your Gray Hair Wars idea for a poem, he may accept the challange and come up with a Cindy's Song, hopefully with some kind of Mars Society connection."
*Okie-doke. And good luck to the fella who's getting married (and also to his bride, teehee; the ball-and-chain routine goes BOTH ways).
--Cindy
We all know [i]those[/i] Venusians: Doing their hair in shock waves, smoking electrical coronas, wearing Van Allen belts and resting their tiny elbows on a Geiger counter...
--John Sladek (The New Apocrypha)
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Cindy: Bob Cunningham (84) and undeterred (he said: "under turd," which is typical) dashed off the following poem, in response to your idea, during his walk to Joe's this morning. He wanted to polish it, but I kept the original scribble (which I may have misread) so as to get it off to you, soonest:
To Gray Haired Cindy
Cindy, old darling,
Gray hairs are growing
around and all over your head,
When death's breath is blowing,
Your hair will be showing
The rough life you
Should never have led.Cindy, my old one,
If you don't discontinue
Pulling even a few,
A dozen will grow, so it's said.
So let gray hairs appear new,
Say they always did please you,
To have them adorning your head.So cheer up old lady,
Many hairs may still grow there,
If you don't pull out every tear.
But if you end up bald-headed,
Which I think you long dreaded,
Remember the gray hair
you fondly did wear.
*My thanks to Mr. Cunningham!
Very nice...we need some good poetry around here for a change!
But dicktice, I'm only 38! And I've only had 7 gray hairs! And I've not lived a rough life...I get 8 hours of sleep per night, rarely drink alcohol, don't smoke...heck, I've never even been to a rock 'n roll concert. Oh well, enough of that, teehee.
Very charming. Especially the last stanza. But if it ever comes to that (baldness due to plucking), I'll just get a wig. :laugh:
Thank Mr. Cunningham for me, please.
--Cindy
We all know [i]those[/i] Venusians: Doing their hair in shock waves, smoking electrical coronas, wearing Van Allen belts and resting their tiny elbows on a Geiger counter...
--John Sladek (The New Apocrypha)
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now that hurts.
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bullies & cry-babies, 2 side's of the same coin
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does it hurt when ya fall off a high-horse??
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:laugh:
::shakes his head::
Some useful links while MER are active. [url=http://marsrovers.jpl.nasa.gov/home/index.html]Offical site[/url] [url=http://www.nasa.gov/multimedia/nasatv/MM_NTV_Web.html]NASA TV[/url] [url=http://www.jpl.nasa.gov/mer2004/]JPL MER2004[/url] [url=http://www.spaceflightnow.com/mars/mera/statustextonly.html]Text feed[/url]
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The amount of solar radiation reaching the surface of the earth totals some 3.9 million exajoules a year.
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I hear humble pie is really good when eating crow
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Can you throw rocks if you live in a bullet-proof glass house?
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*Okay, this is weird: I'm typing a report of a 65-year-old man who was out bicycling and got a sunburn...on his rear-end; you know, the part of your body you SIT on.
I don't think I want to try and figure out how that could possibly happen.
--Cindy
We all know [i]those[/i] Venusians: Doing their hair in shock waves, smoking electrical coronas, wearing Van Allen belts and resting their tiny elbows on a Geiger counter...
--John Sladek (The New Apocrypha)
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Probably wearing a heavy top but light bottom.
And riding away from the sunset... heh.
Some useful links while MER are active. [url=http://marsrovers.jpl.nasa.gov/home/index.html]Offical site[/url] [url=http://www.nasa.gov/multimedia/nasatv/MM_NTV_Web.html]NASA TV[/url] [url=http://www.jpl.nasa.gov/mer2004/]JPL MER2004[/url] [url=http://www.spaceflightnow.com/mars/mera/statustextonly.html]Text feed[/url]
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The amount of solar radiation reaching the surface of the earth totals some 3.9 million exajoules a year.
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an apple a day keeps the doctor away.
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I have a cyst in my left eye and I don't feel like posting lately.
Some useful links while MER are active. [url=http://marsrovers.jpl.nasa.gov/home/index.html]Offical site[/url] [url=http://www.nasa.gov/multimedia/nasatv/MM_NTV_Web.html]NASA TV[/url] [url=http://www.jpl.nasa.gov/mer2004/]JPL MER2004[/url] [url=http://www.spaceflightnow.com/mars/mera/statustextonly.html]Text feed[/url]
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The amount of solar radiation reaching the surface of the earth totals some 3.9 million exajoules a year.
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I have a cyst in my left eye and I don't feel like posting lately.
*Sorry to read this, Josh.
Hope you get feeling better soon.
I'm just now getting over that nasty cold.
--Cindy
We all know [i]those[/i] Venusians: Doing their hair in shock waves, smoking electrical coronas, wearing Van Allen belts and resting their tiny elbows on a Geiger counter...
--John Sladek (The New Apocrypha)
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*Hey Shaun, I like the bumpersticker quote you give in your signature line.
Here's my favorite: "Don't honk! I'm pedaling as fast as I can!"
I cracked up and nearly died laughing the first time I saw that, years ago. :laugh:
--Cindy
We all know [i]those[/i] Venusians: Doing their hair in shock waves, smoking electrical coronas, wearing Van Allen belts and resting their tiny elbows on a Geiger counter...
--John Sladek (The New Apocrypha)
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Ha ha !!
Yeah, that's a good one!
The word 'aerobics' came about when the gym instructors got together and said: If we're going to charge $10 an hour, we can't call it Jumping Up and Down. - Rita Rudner
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My friend the poet, 84-year-old Bob Cunningham's rhymes, thought up while walking to Joe's for coffee this morning:
People are the queerest things,
Queerer indeed than monkeys,
This applies to kings and queens,
As well as common flunkies.
And, since it was raining and he'd exchanged his cane for an umbrella:
Why don't they make umbrellas
sturdy enough to lean on?
Perhaps they do,
but I've never seen one.
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My friend the poet, 84-year-old Bob Cunningham's rhymes, thought up while walking to Joe's for coffee this morning:
People are the queerest things,
Queerer indeed than monkeys,
This applies to kings and queens,
As well as common flunkies.And, since it as raining and he'd exchanged his cane for an umbrella:
Why don't they make umbrellas
sturdy enough to lean on?
Perhaps they do,
but I've never seen one.
*Mr. Cunningham sure seems to be a delightful man! It seems he is always rhyming?
I remember, as a kid, many older men whistling as they went throughout their day or when walking down main street. Like the mailman, for instance. Always whistling a jaunty little tune, making bird calls, etc. That seems to be a lost art now, having died off with that generation. I miss it.
Speaking of monkeys, my sister always carries a stuffed toy spider monkey with her when she travels. He's got a little green felt hat sewn onto his head with a golden bell attached to its tip. She named him "Coconut." She can't explain why Coconut must accompany her when she travels. She can be very funky like that, in quirky (but cute) little ways. I found a stuffed toy spider monkey which looks a lot like "Coconut," and bought him; figured I'd surprise her with it. I'm not sure what to name it, though..."Linus" maybe. ::shrugs::
--Cindy
We all know [i]those[/i] Venusians: Doing their hair in shock waves, smoking electrical coronas, wearing Van Allen belts and resting their tiny elbows on a Geiger counter...
--John Sladek (The New Apocrypha)
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Cindy: I related your nice comments to Bob. He says thanks. Here's just one more poem, completed last night. It's recalls an old road in the Gaspereau Valley, near here. (Note: "foot fruit" is his coining for strawberries, wild blueberries, cranberries)--
DEEP HOLLOW ROAD
That twisting old road
Has beauty appear,
Four productions a year,
To show what is owed
By man for his living
With nature forgiving
And kindness her code.
Deep Hollow Road,
Sprightly in spring,
Where woodland birds sing
Where a river once flowed
Whose hills inward lean,
In cascades of green
And wildflowers sowed.
Sweet mellowed by sun,
Seed pods full fat,
Foot fruit a mat,
Their growing near done
Awaiting fall's growl,
Snow-fleeing fowl,
When summertime's done.
Fall kindles a blaze
Of colour and hue,
Framed by sky blue,
Designed to amaze,
Nature's grace is her duty
Of pleasure through beauty
In realms beyond praise.
Hidden from view
All seasons seek rest,
Under a snow blanket pressed,
And are fashioned anew.
To act in the play,
Changing scenes for each day
And background on cue.
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Cindy: I related your nice comments to Bob. He says thanks. Here's just one more poem, completed last night. It's recalls an old road in the Gaspereau Valley, near here. (Note: "foot fruit" is his coining for strawberries, wild blueberries, cranberries)--
DEEP HOLLOW ROAD
That twisting old road
Has beauty appear,
Four productions a year,
To show what is owed
By man for his living
With nature forgiving
And kindness her code.Deep Hollow Road,
Sprightly in spring,
Where woodland birds sing
Where a river once flowed
Whose hills inward lean,
In cascades of green
And wildflowers sowed.Sweet mellowed by sun,
Seed pods full fat,
Foot fruit a mat,
Their growing near done
Awaiting fall's growl,
Snow-fleeing fowl,
When summertime's done.
...
*That is a marvelous poem!
You and your buddies who collect at Joe's for coffee should have it printed, framed, and hung on a wall in your Chamber of Commerce (or like) building...or the town library/historical marker...heck, maybe even Joe's could mount the poem alongside an appropriate photo, in a little display. That'd be lovely, huh?
So you're in Nova Scotia! How far from St. John's, Newfoundland are you?
--Cindy
We all know [i]those[/i] Venusians: Doing their hair in shock waves, smoking electrical coronas, wearing Van Allen belts and resting their tiny elbows on a Geiger counter...
--John Sladek (The New Apocrypha)
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St. John's (note the official spelling of "St.") is two days away from Halifax, by car/ferry/car, when the sea-state of the Gulf of St. Lawence allows the ferries run on schedule. Only an hour by air. Not to be confused with Saint John (Note the official spelling of "Saint"), New Brunswick. Yes, Bob is becoming known in Wolfville as "a city treasure."
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*Now that we know from where dicktice hails, I'll share a few (just a few!!) photos from my "neck of the woods." We live in the Chihuahuan Desert.
1. The "Organ Mountains." Most beautiful mtn range in NM, which is 13 miles east (the direction you are "facing") from Las Cruces. They are tall; nearly 10,000 feet elevation. This photo was taken off Highway 71, which becomes "San Andres Pass" going up into and over the range on the way to Alamogordo. The tall cactus to your left with the whitish branch-like things sticking out of it is called a Yucca. Very pretty bell-shaped white blossoms in the spring; we've got zillions of these cacti around here:
http://www.totacc.com/user/strokesupport/37.gif
2. Same mtn range, different angle, towards sunset. True color photo; I've also often seen the mtns a dusky purple-crimson hue in a particular sunset light:
http://www.alacranpress.com/organ1opt.jpg
3. The "Dona Ana Mountains." Roughly 9 miles north of my town; small and very jagged range; tallest peak less than 1 mile high:
http://www.cahe.nmsu.edu/pubs/resources … dmount.jpg
We've also got the "Robledo Mountains" to the NW of the city, maybe 5 miles out. Perhaps 1 mile tall, rounded; you could easily walk up and over them. No photo on the net.
A (hot pepper) "chile ristra":
http://www.reggaemovement.com/newmexico … istras.jpg
The locals like to bunch them together and hang them decoratively. The unripe chiles are green (and hotter). Can be chopped or pureed and tossed into just about any conceivable dish, especially to make Mexican food. Red chile makes the best enchiladas.
Many buildings and homes in this area are of stucco, and painted in desert colors (sands, sages, tans, light browns, etc.). Lots of Spanish tile for roofing, and decorative "accents" like logs stuck into walls, wooden ladders on 2nd stories and wooden gates gracing enclosed courtyards; Spanish style iron work (very pretty); turquoise and red clay "fired" lighting covers, etc., etc.:
http://www.personal-injury-nm.com/assets....dge.jpg
http://www.home-builders-new-mexico.com/assets....f-1.JPG
http://www.jeterconstruction.com/images/1150-ext.jpg
http://www.pueblobuilders.com/assets/im … e-gate.jpg
A little map:
http://img.realtor.com/lascruces/region.gif
--Cindy
We all know [i]those[/i] Venusians: Doing their hair in shock waves, smoking electrical coronas, wearing Van Allen belts and resting their tiny elbows on a Geiger counter...
--John Sladek (The New Apocrypha)
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*Shaun, I got a kick out of your signature line quote:
"It isn't pollution that's harming the environment. It's the impurities in our air and water that are doing it."
- Al Gore, Vice President.
*Are you sure it wasn't Dan Quayle who said this? ??? :laugh:
--Cindy
We all know [i]those[/i] Venusians: Doing their hair in shock waves, smoking electrical coronas, wearing Van Allen belts and resting their tiny elbows on a Geiger counter...
--John Sladek (The New Apocrypha)
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He probably wanted to say it ... but all those big words!!!
:laugh:
The word 'aerobics' came about when the gym instructors got together and said: If we're going to charge $10 an hour, we can't call it Jumping Up and Down. - Rita Rudner
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*Wowie! And just in time for Halloween.
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Shaun, what was I thinking?! Of course, those big words... :laugh:
--Cindy
We all know [i]those[/i] Venusians: Doing their hair in shock waves, smoking electrical coronas, wearing Van Allen belts and resting their tiny elbows on a Geiger counter...
--John Sladek (The New Apocrypha)
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