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Posted Thu Jul 19th, 2012 11:17am Post subject: Stones Have Feelings Too, You Know!

Seven bright stones:
ok, not gems, but a bit shiny,
not as cool as diamonds or rubies
but they're hard, unyielding -
they have PRINCIPLES, flinty fixed,
they don't give in to social pressures
or lah-de-dah fashions,
being ten million years old and all that.

The thing is, they won't bother you
if you don't bother them.
Yes, if you step on them bare-footed
they'll give you grief
but that's your fault for disrespecting them.
Other than that, they just sit there,
quietly minding their own geological business
through the aeons, meditating on the universe.

Now boulders are another thing ALtogether:
sure, they are just as ethically steadfast,
Martin-Lutheresque in fact,
and generally speaking they won't trouble you -
they certainly won't call you names
or laugh at your fat-bottomed hiking shorts
as you trudge past them on your agriphiliac awayday.

But it has to be said, they do,
only ON OCCASION, mind, become dislodged
from their "Hier stehe ich. Ich kann nicht anders" mountainscapes
and in that sad event, they do tend to land on folk,
and splat them into pizza-blotches -
but that's not THEIR fault,
GRAVITY'S to blame for such unpleasantness.

That Isaac Newton has a lot to answer for!
He might have had his principles
(and he sure as hell let Leibniz have a few of them
with both barrels over that nasty
infinitesimal calculus affair)
but he shouldn't have gone
discombobulating elderly rocks
with his new-fangled gravitation,
squashing people
and such like inconveniences.

So when all's said and done,
probably, it's just as well
he got apple-slapped:
that'll teach him,
the boulder-bothering bastard,

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Posted Thu Oct 18th, 2012 8:09am Post subject: Stones Have Feelings Too, You Know!

Hi. I'm new to clubfry and I'm not really sure how this whole forum thing works but I would like to say that i really liked your poem and was wondering where you got the inspiration. I would like to say that but it sounds rather silly so I won't (that is not to say that I didn't like it, just that there's no point in making such an obvious statement as 'this poem is good').
In the stead of this rather run-of-the-mill comment I will ponder about how important it is to appreciate even the most everyday objects for their beauty. Often I have found that a bad day can be completely turned around by the dew on a leaf of a particularly interesting shape, or the way the wind makes dandelion seeds dance in the breeze.
I seem to have stumbled away from silliness only to fall in the realms of downright soppiness. I am sorry.

The lady who doth protest too much

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