The Original Friday Poetry Corner

[AlfredJPruffock]

... I see a country ALWAYS STARVED

Is it my head
Or here in my Heart ?

Aye N5

That song was part of my inspiration to join the World Food Program for a while in Rome ...well I did try.

But sorry for hte delay, would you believe I have ACTUALLY BEEN ASKED TO DO SOME WORK ???!!!!

I mean ... who do you turn to ???

I want a lawyer
I want a priest

[n5gooner]

I feel I'm being followed,
My head is empty
Yet every word I say turns out a sentence.
Make love to a stranger
Just asking for directions
Turn from being help to being questions.

I see a man without a problem. (normaly my Pimp!!!!)


come on Alf....follow up...

[AlfredJPruffock]

Hey Alfie !

Aye ..whit ??

Dinnae tell us yer still reading that poetry garbage, yell end up wi a heid full ae broken bottles ya dobber

Aye ..maybe yer right.


Dedicated to my esteemed friend Francko and Memories of the Eternal City ....



The Fall of Rome


The piers are pummelled by the waves;
In a lonely field the rain
Lashes an abandoned train;
Outlaws fill the mountain caves.

Fantastic grow the evening gowns;
Agents of the Fisc pursue
Absconding tax-defaulters through
The sewers of provincial towns.

Private rites of magic send
The temple prostitutes to sleep;
All the literati keep
An imaginary friend.

Cerebrotonic Cato may
Extol the Ancient Disciplines,
But the muscle-bound Marines
Mutiny for food and pay.

Caesar's double-bed is warm
As an unimportant clerk
Writes I DO NOT LIKE MY WORK
On a pink official form.

Unendowed with wealth or pity,
Little birds with scarlet legs,
Sitting on their speckled eggs,
Eye each flu-infected city.

Altogether elsewhere, vast
Herds of reindeer move across
Miles and miles of golden moss,
Silently and very fast.

-- W.H. Auden