I Wasn't There When They Painted it

wow this was simply beautiful thats all i can say beautiful i really understand what you were talking about.

MisterEThoughts. It is always gratifying to find a kindred spirit. Thank you for your feedback.

I really like it Letty, but I get a longing to know who it is about?????

Unlike MisterEthoughts, I can't follow your meaning.

Jackie, A friend of mine inspired me with those first lines. I liked the idea and decided to weave a poem around them. The line has always been there for those of us who covet doing the "right" thing, but we are often tempted to cross it...We may find that the grass is indeed greener, but that in itself is a clearer sense of things. The cut to the chase part had to do with an answer of a simple "No" which often says more than a tapestry of thoughts, and isn't always a negative thing.

Well Letty my ol' lovely, oive 'ad a butcher's 'ook at your poem and youze be very observant young lady. And wise as well. Your intuitive mind translates into words perfectly and tells not to be comforted by greed and temptation that others might try to dazzle you with.

Thank you Letty.
I was thinking along the lines of 'stepping out of bounds'-
but I could never "think it" as clearly as you have stated it. Add a couple of more stanzas... (whynot) it is really inspirational.

Love it, John, and thank you..

Jackie, meet the a MUSE ing Mr. Oakman...

Ahhhhh, Miss Letty, youm'll make me blush as red as ol' Ebeneza's beetroots. Now where's my pint and give a drop to my ol' dog, 'es bin chasing rabbits all afternoon

and that I will, Brit. What does he prefer? Will he be able to get you home, then? Now Jackie, who knows her poetry, has suggested that the poem being expanded a bit. Won't you do the honors?

Intermingling my Brit with your Souther Belle ? Well my lovely, I'll do it in london/cockney

Can't wait to see that, England John.....please continue

I wasn't there when they painted it.
The angels that traced the line.
But I stepped over the sainted bit,
Just to see what I could find.

and, yes, the grass was much greener,
Twas then that I understood,
That the colors are ever so cleaner
When the temperas are grained with wood.

So as I take my luchtime ball of chalk
Along the frog and toad heading into town
I spot the rub-a-dub in all it's finest light
Should I follow temptation or keep my loaf

The frog is my deviding line twix sobriety
And an afternoon of Brahms & Listz
If I venture in the Pig & Whistle and have a pint
My trouble & strife will not be happy

I'll get back home to my cat & mouse
Feeling like ten men, nine dead, one dying
I'll get some serious verbal grief and heartache
And slink away to the garden shed and bury my head

Delightful, John...You met the criteria of Frost with that completion.

Begin in a serious mode...end in a delightful one....both equally inspiring to the discerning mind....and now Jackie knows the entire story.

Hey, Jackie,
Write us one!

How DO you do, oldandknew?
So very nice to meet you.
Together, you two just made this FIT-
I predict it will publish and be a Hit!!!!

I lost the page today, Letty- got one of those 'Page has expired', then "cannot find server" things... everything that could happen, DID.

The page also tells us we are posting on Friday 13th. Do you suppose the REAL Friday will be any worse?

Oh, I really like to write gibberish when I can THINK. Tonight I can't. I have been digging weeds , pulling crabgrass, and digging more weeds, until I have "glowed" (isn't that what southern women do when their pores pump water??)

I will come back tomorrow- if possible, and oldandknew- but I cannot write equal to the Parade of either you or Letty (together- oh my)

Hey, Jackie,

Perhaps today will go better. Let's hope so

Craven has an explanation, and wants a vote:

http://www.able2know.com/forums/viewtopic.php?t=8413&highlight=

Thanks for the "craven needs a reply" link, Letty. He sure does keep us up and going- Great guy.
Here is a small offering, dedicated to both you and 'john' aka oldandKnew.


Far on the southside of somewhere,
They loiter, grinding grist of great words.
I hover in shadows so quietly, behind...
Then can boast of hob-nobbing Preferreds.

The channel of knowledge is narrow,
Meaning, digging is necessary, you see.
Well! How lucky I am! I have those who have dug!!
And just shovel it up now, to me!

There's laughter and hope, encrypted surprise
To read, whilst I have my tea.
OH, now- bold rememberances of grander skies
Upon sweeping waves of the sea.

"Milk tender heart within me, O weep
For the vigilance he needed to cede."
I lay my head on my book chest deep
To continue, and continue to read...

Jackie, my dear. That was exquisite. No back seat for you. Come up here on the front seat and shake us up some more. WOW!

Hello Jackie, let me echo my other halfs words to you. I liked your poem and the interpretation you injected. clever use of words. May your skills continue