Frank E Gibbard Posted October 14, 2009 Share Posted October 14, 2009 (edited) An end for this distinctive flightless bird was to be succinct not less than rotten, but long gone it survives in spoken word, neither quite extinct nor by time forgotten. Do, do reflect on the pathetic dodo, oh do! Unextantly stiff as Python's Norwegian Blue. To lose another species we deplete ourselves Stuffing ex-animalia on bleak museum shelves; Extinction glooms yet in life's unwritten story Do not ever forget the dodo : memento mori. Edited October 14, 2009 by Frank E Gibbard Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dr_con Posted October 15, 2009 Share Posted October 15, 2009 Frank, Good to see you again. Witty, well put and with a great message- A joy to read! Many Thanks J&DC Quote thegateless.org Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tonyv Posted October 15, 2009 Share Posted October 15, 2009 I agree with Dr. Con. This piece is witty and gives one pause. To lose another species we deplete ourselvesStuffing ex-animalia on bleak museum shelves ... is especially striking. Tony Quote Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dedalus Posted October 17, 2009 Share Posted October 17, 2009 Jolly good show! (Dead? Nah, he's only sleeping). Quote Drown your sorrows in drink, by all means, but the real sorrows can swim Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
goldenlangur Posted October 17, 2009 Share Posted October 17, 2009 Hi Frank, A timely write, faced as we are, with more and more species becoming extinct as we poison or destroy their habitats. In the Python sketch the bloke tries to get his money back, how do we replace what we kill is the sense I got from your poem. Perhaps we'll have virtual records of the lost species. Thank you for this thought-provoking poem. Quote goldenlangur Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Frank E Gibbard Posted October 30, 2009 Author Share Posted October 30, 2009 Thanks from me and the spirit of the dodo. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dedalus Posted October 30, 2009 Share Posted October 30, 2009 Write a poem about Ealing, Frank. Something close to home, growing up in London, and all that sorta stuff. Did your Dad take you to football matches when you were in short pants, or did you go to the Speedway for the motorcycle races? What about school back in the MacMillan years when "you never had it so good"? Swinging London ... was it swinging for you? Girls, your pals, brushes with the Bill, the whole nine yards. It's all inside you just waiting to come out. I'd take you for an Arsenal supporter (grim, loyal but hopeless), never Chelsea, possibly Westham U. Bren I'm serious. If you went about it properly it'd be the poem of your life. Quite literally. You'd have to reach inside yourself to do it. Quote Drown your sorrows in drink, by all means, but the real sorrows can swim Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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