• Re: Sprightly

    From mummycullen@mummycullen@gmail-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (MummyChunk) to alt.arts.poetry.comments on Wed May 13 09:24:06 2026
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    teleportation wrote:
    Sprightly

    I wonder how it rolls now
    On foggily obscured moors
    Rock-strewn and rowdy,
    Righteously wicked,
    Having posted troubled bail
    From a cold-minded sheriff
    Who ruled those lawless lands
    With a stiff left shoulder
    And a pained two hips
    That would not bend in the relevant directions
    When it was needed all but the most
    I stopped keeping time
    When time was all but lost
    And I lost a brother without arms

    This light-minded ponderance
    Is a flickering, dusty discourse
    That does not scourge my blood with shame
    Not these days or anymore days
    Only one truth was worth it -
    Worth the pained illumination -
    True love's arsenal obliterates
    Liquid tension's oblivion
    If time be stopped by fracture
    For such a revolution of the spirit
    Is it not worth it in spades?

    Know this glance sideways holds
    No stiff contempt, now or again -
    It's been lifted on a new sun's waves
    Whose current has resolved the wounds
    Unknown and unfelt for so many wasted years
    Once I flooded them with similar waterfalls
    Just as those brothers with two strong arms

    Glances back reward sprightly
    An aged heart with newfound warmth
    Collected carefully, under the radar,
    Of nicer days I might have controlled wiser
    At least for the sake of a "forever-friend"
    Who may or may not have parsed
    Words poured from a recovering heart
    And has a gameplan in mind, just busy -
    But tends to stubborn inaction
    Well...
    There are plenty of spins yet to ride

    5.13.06




    Shared 20 years ago today by teleportation.


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  • From will.dockery@will.dockery@gmail-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (Will-Dockery) to alt.arts.poetry.comments on Wed May 13 10:19:39 2026
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    teleportation wrote:
    Sprightly

    I wonder how it rolls now
    On foggily obscured moors
    Rock-strewn and rowdy,
    Righteously wicked,
    Having posted troubled bail
    From a cold-minded sheriff
    Who ruled those lawless lands
    With a stiff left shoulder
    And a pained two hips
    That would not bend in the relevant directions
    When it was needed all but the most
    I stopped keeping time
    When time was all but lost
    And I lost a brother without arms

    This light-minded ponderance
    Is a flickering, dusty discourse
    That does not scourge my blood with shame
    Not these days or anymore days
    Only one truth was worth it -
    Worth the pained illumination -
    True love's arsenal obliterates
    Liquid tension's oblivion
    If time be stopped by fracture
    For such a revolution of the spirit
    Is it not worth it in spades?

    Know this glance sideways holds
    No stiff contempt, now or again -
    It's been lifted on a new sun's waves
    Whose current has resolved the wounds
    Unknown and unfelt for so many wasted years
    Once I flooded them with similar waterfalls
    Just as those brothers with two strong arms

    Glances back reward sprightly
    An aged heart with newfound warmth
    Collected carefully, under the radar,
    Of nicer days I might have controlled wiser
    At least for the sake of a "forever-friend"
    Who may or may not have parsed
    Words poured from a recovering heart
    And has a gameplan in mind, just busy -
    But tends to stubborn inaction
    Well...
    There are plenty of spins yet to ride

    5.13.06



    Good morning and good find, MummyChunk, I don't remember this poet of twenty years ago at the moment.

    I'm brewing my coffee and after a cup or two I might remember.

    EfyA


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  • From mummycullen@mummycullen@gmail-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (MummyChunk) to alt.arts.poetry.comments on Wed May 13 14:47:07 2026
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    Will-Dockery wrote:

    teleportation wrote:
    Sprightly

    I wonder how it rolls now
    On foggily obscured moors
    Rock-strewn and rowdy,
    Righteously wicked,
    Having posted troubled bail
    From a cold-minded sheriff
    Who ruled those lawless lands
    With a stiff left shoulder
    And a pained two hips
    That would not bend in the relevant directions
    When it was needed all but the most
    I stopped keeping time
    When time was all but lost
    And I lost a brother without arms

    This light-minded ponderance
    Is a flickering, dusty discourse
    That does not scourge my blood with shame
    Not these days or anymore days
    Only one truth was worth it -
    Worth the pained illumination -
    True love's arsenal obliterates
    Liquid tension's oblivion
    If time be stopped by fracture
    For such a revolution of the spirit
    Is it not worth it in spades?

    Know this glance sideways holds
    No stiff contempt, now or again -
    It's been lifted on a new sun's waves
    Whose current has resolved the wounds
    Unknown and unfelt for so many wasted years
    Once I flooded them with similar waterfalls
    Just as those brothers with two strong arms

    Glances back reward sprightly
    An aged heart with newfound warmth
    Collected carefully, under the radar,
    Of nicer days I might have controlled wiser
    At least for the sake of a "forever-friend"
    Who may or may not have parsed
    Words poured from a recovering heart
    And has a gameplan in mind, just busy -
    But tends to stubborn inaction
    Well...
    There are plenty of spins yet to ride

    5.13.06


    Good morning and good find, MummyChunk, I don't remember this poet of twenty years ago at the moment.

    I'm brewing my coffee and after a cup or two I might remember.

    EfyA




    Enjoy your coffee Will Efi|


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  • From will.dockery@will.dockery@gmail-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (Will-Dockery) to alt.arts.poetry.comments on Thu May 14 00:21:54 2026
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    MummyChunk wrote:

    Will-Dockery wrote:

    teleportation wrote:
    Sprightly

    I wonder how it rolls now
    On foggily obscured moors
    Rock-strewn and rowdy,
    Righteously wicked,
    Having posted troubled bail
    From a cold-minded sheriff
    Who ruled those lawless lands
    With a stiff left shoulder
    And a pained two hips
    That would not bend in the relevant directions
    When it was needed all but the most
    I stopped keeping time
    When time was all but lost
    And I lost a brother without arms

    This light-minded ponderance
    Is a flickering, dusty discourse
    That does not scourge my blood with shame
    Not these days or anymore days
    Only one truth was worth it -
    Worth the pained illumination -
    True love's arsenal obliterates
    Liquid tension's oblivion
    If time be stopped by fracture
    For such a revolution of the spirit
    Is it not worth it in spades?

    Know this glance sideways holds
    No stiff contempt, now or again -
    It's been lifted on a new sun's waves
    Whose current has resolved the wounds
    Unknown and unfelt for so many wasted years
    Once I flooded them with similar waterfalls
    Just as those brothers with two strong arms

    Glances back reward sprightly
    An aged heart with newfound warmth
    Collected carefully, under the radar,
    Of nicer days I might have controlled wiser
    At least for the sake of a "forever-friend"
    Who may or may not have parsed
    Words poured from a recovering heart
    And has a gameplan in mind, just busy -
    But tends to stubborn inaction
    Well...
    There are plenty of spins yet to ride

    5.13.06


    Good morning and good find, MummyChunk, I don't remember this poet of twenty years ago at the moment.

    I'm brewing my coffee and after a cup or two I might remember.





    Enjoy your coffee Will Efi|



    Good evening, thanks.

    EfyA


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  • From will.dockery@will.dockery@gmail-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (Will-Dockery) to alt.arts.poetry.comments on Thu May 14 06:05:04 2026
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    MummyChunk wrote:

    teleportation wrote:
    Sprightly

    I wonder how it rolls now
    On foggily obscured moors
    Rock-strewn and rowdy,
    Righteously wicked,
    Having posted troubled bail
    From a cold-minded sheriff
    Who ruled those lawless lands
    With a stiff left shoulder
    And a pained two hips
    That would not bend in the relevant directions
    When it was needed all but the most
    I stopped keeping time
    When time was all but lost
    And I lost a brother without arms

    This light-minded ponderance
    Is a flickering, dusty discourse
    That does not scourge my blood with shame
    Not these days or anymore days
    Only one truth was worth it -
    Worth the pained illumination -
    True love's arsenal obliterates
    Liquid tension's oblivion
    If time be stopped by fracture
    For such a revolution of the spirit
    Is it not worth it in spades?

    Know this glance sideways holds
    No stiff contempt, now or again -
    It's been lifted on a new sun's waves
    Whose current has resolved the wounds
    Unknown and unfelt for so many wasted years
    Once I flooded them with similar waterfalls
    Just as those brothers with two strong arms

    Glances back reward sprightly
    An aged heart with newfound warmth
    Collected carefully, under the radar,
    Of nicer days I might have controlled wiser
    At least for the sake of a "forever-friend"
    Who may or may not have parsed
    Words poured from a recovering heart
    And has a gameplan in mind, just busy -
    But tends to stubborn inaction
    Well...
    There are plenty of spins yet to ride

    5.13.06



    Shared 20 years ago today by teleportation.



    Although I don't remember this poet, George Dance, the only other surviving original regular here beside me from that era might.

    CC: GJD.


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