Ode to the Avatar

John has changed his avatar.
A camel but no big cigar.
Just can't resist this little tune,
A song, an ode, a mystic rune.



Artist Maria Muldaur
Album Unknown
Song Midnight At The Oasis

Midnight at the oasis
Send your camel to bed
Shadows paintin' our faces
Traces of romance in our heads
Heaven's holdin' a half-moon
Shinin' just for us
Let's slip off to a sand dune, real soon
And kick up a little dust
Come on, Cactus is our friend
He'll point out the way
Come on, till the evenin' ends
Till the evenin' ends
You don't have to answer
There's no need to speak
I'll be your belly dancer, prancer
And you can be my sheik
------ guitar solo ------
I know your Daddy's a sultan
A nomad known to all
With fifty girls to attend him, they all send him
Jump at his beck and call
But you won't need no harem, honey
When I'm by your side
And you won't need no camel, no no
When I take you for a ride
Come on, Cactus is our friend
He'll point out the way
Come on, till the evenin' ends
Till the evenin' ends
Midnight at the oasis
Send your camel to bed
Got shadows paintin' our faces
And traces of romance in our heads

Hey, Bi-Polar. One hump or two...







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John has changed his avatar
To Camels that are full of tar
His friends wish he would stop it
But we know how hard it is
So eat a healthy diet
And smoke just a little bit.


Letty, I've always enjoyed that song, but I cringe at the sound of the singer's voice.

actually Maria's ex Geoff Muldaur from the Kweskin Jug Band had a far more pleasing voice.

Well, dys, I don't know Geoff at all
but there's your pix, albeit small.
It says Pike's Peak, not Sutter's Mill.
and there's still gold in that thar hill.

Maria's voice was, shall we say, different.
Do you sing, Dys?

Di, one thing for certain. Smoking certainly doesn't do much to improve ones voice.

Wonder if Maria smoked?

Don't know about smoking, but she sure did squeak!

Dys, never heard of the Kweskin Jug Band. Is it really a jug band?

Letty --- Midnight at the Oasis, yeah I like that song. Haven't heard it for some time now.
The total opposite is High Noon, the movie's theme song.
As for camels, I buy 'em with 1 hump and no filters. I once went to the camel market in Hebron, I was with a girl from Aussie and an Arab offered me 50 camels for her. We haggled, I said a 100 camels, but he wasn't up for that many. He went to 70, I said 80.
The girl got all moody and threatened to call a cop.

Diane I quit smoking once for 3 years. Stopped just like that, just too see if I could. It was a piece of cake. Three years later and I'd been working late and waiting fora train to get me home, I went in the station bar bought a beer and thought I'd love a ciggie. Don't know why, but it was the straw that broke the camel's back

Here to the left is my dear sweet Boot
People exclaim, How funny! How cute!
She wiggles her nub,
then sits for a rub
If only she'd stop eating the cat's poop

<not so good with the ode style>

John, here I was under the impression that you were a perfect gentleman. I'm shocked! That Aussie girl should have thrown you to the sharks off the coast of Australia! And now you tell me you smoke unfiltered Camels! ARE YOU CRAZY? We want you around for a long, long time!!! For pity's sake, try yoga or something healthful.

John, John, what have you done
to smoke a camel unfiltered?
They spit and snort
Are not good sports
And your money they gleefully pilfer.

LittleK, rub Boot's nose in it, then throw the cat out the window

Believe it or not, timing is everything when training an animal. When I wanted my cat, Spot, to quit peeing on my carpet, I rubbed his nose in it, then threw him out the window. The next time he did that, he rubbed his own nose in it then jumped out the window. Really loved your ode, though. As most have probably guessed by now, we don't strictly adhere to form and balance. I could have asked for Italian Sonnets.

Di, not too long ago, I read that filters on ciggies are worse than non-filtered. Something about carbon monoxide being trapped in the filter part.

John, loved your response. You're a real Rudolph Valentino. Wait a minute. He was from Brooklyn.

I've been thru Brooklyn Letty, on an airport bus

Laughing on the bus
Playing games with the faces
I said the man in the gaberdine coat was a spy
You said, Be careful, his bow tie is really a camera....

Get your kicks on route 66

You'll see Amarillo
Gallup, New Mexico
Flagstaff Arizona, don't forget Winona
Kingman, Barstow, San Bernardino..............

"Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes
He star'd at the Pacific - and all his men
Looked at each other with a wild surmise -
Silent, upon a peak in Darien."

Okay so that wasn't very original writing but it may be the first time Chuck Berry has been teamed with John Keats.
Oh I forgot, Chuck did not write Route 66 but I included it on the theme of "Promised Land" which he did write.
A westward journey of adventure, and into the unknown. That was the theme I had in mind.

Thunder Road by bruce springsteen

Thunder Box by Colonel Bloodnok

-oh sorry wrong thread

Come on girls, give us some poetry, some writings, some crumbs from your table.

But he himself was broken
Long before the sky would open
Forsaken, almost human
He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone

I guess the timing was out then. That's coz of Daylight Saving , I spose

Just once I knew what life was for.
In Boston, quite suddenly, I understood;
walked there along the Charles River,
watched the lights copying themselves,
all neoned and strobe-hearted, opening
their mouths as wide as opera singers;
counted the stars, my little campaigners,
my scar daisies, and knew that I walked my love
on the night green side of it and cried
my heart to the eastbound cars and cried
my heart to the westbound cars and took
my truth across a small humped bridge
and hurried my truth, the charm of it, home
and hoarded these constants into morning
only to find them gone.