"callay" poems
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
did gyre and gimble in the wabe.
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
the frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the maxome foe he sought-
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood a while in thought.
As in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came.
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack.
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"Has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Calloh! Callay!
He chortled in his joy.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
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'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought--
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One two! One two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
Jun 29, 2010
Jun 29, 2010 at 8:48 AM UTC
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 7:47 PM UTC
'Twas brillig and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand
Long time the manxome foe he sought-
So rested he by Tumtum tree
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwocky, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with it's head
He went galumphing back.
"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves
And the mome raths outgrabe.
-Lewis Carroll
Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 10:57 PM UTC
She always kept her back very straight,
and the men would drape
themselves across her shape
and around her waist–
take on the form she gave.
Fleet fingers wave the same way,
leading about
all of the strays.
Me, I'm some sort of prey
for this creature, kyrie.
Coin-covered costume with colored cloth
combing coiffures
into a froth.
Gypsy girl getting dressed.
Them eye's beheld n' them eye's lost.
Coocoo Callay, what did I say?
I gave it weight,
now she looks dismayed,
betrayed I'll stay.
Maybe see her some other day.
Always, always's so full of maybes
from where you came
to this ****** maze, reasons the same,
to be somebody's baby.
Jan 30, 2016
Jan 30, 2016 at 3:31 PM UTC
Our politics Abysmality
I walk the little way
Red Pine's beauty book
Basketball to play
Will I live in libraries?
Will I callooh! callay!?
Tired. Exoplanets.
Tired. Si xie xie.
Solitude is loneliness
And peace. And dropping slow.
Have not been to Greece
Istanbul in snow!
Know No Golden Fleece
Yoko yo yo yo yo
Sting and the Police
On and on we go
Synchronicity!
Apr 3, 2023
Apr 3, 2023 at 10:48 AM UTC
there did I ever see someone near me: but then she sang so beautifully that it could be done, and that I could be One again
but the truth is, I was always One and my body seemed to forgot,
my mind floated around somewhere that wasn't where I was right now
my mind thinks and my body feels and I observe
my mind must be where my body is right now
my mind breathes in and out
my mind breathes in
my mind breathes out
my mind sees white walls
my mind types on a keyboard
my mind sits on a bed
my mind confuses and stumbles over words
my mind scans over keyboards
relinquished days my mind must be here
my mind is somewhere here
and my body is somewhere, where? it is here,
in a room? in a state? in the air? no, it's somewhere
here in this bed, on a cotton sheet with decaying green, yellowly orange, and a sweet little blue it reminds me of "you"
then my sheets, satin and in my nap this morning reminded me of water
yeah, thin layer of water above me, floating and squiggling like ripples in a rivet, rivet dream, river dream, rolling rivers, flowing and floating lonely: alone, all-one, dreams
and my leg hair stands slightly,
my body mutters to this song and smiles at the word lyrical
swinging sways, my body doesn't matter but my mind seems to think otherwise,
and my mind says hey! forget it!
my body looks both ways, and my mouth continues to chime out and mutters and sputters and spits and drips! i drool and i drizzle all the way into ... not town, into my bed. i'm in my bed,
and sometimes i feel free! I think I feel free! now! i am free, the miracle breezes on me,
and i can feel this ceiling fan drizzling air on to me now and
frosting sifted through dreams and dawns the light is a dawn: the light bulb replicates the dawn, the strings are just strings and my body smiles my body coos and curls up into my shoulders, ooh my body swoons and ***** curls up into my shoulders, baby! my body moves left to right: presently, yes I am present! I think I am! i know! my mind smiles and my body smiles, fluttering unity and i am present my turls, toes, qworls and whirls! curl! they wiggle! words mean nothing to describe this madness and this chaos and this structure and the form and the beauty my head sways to sing and my body juts forward, backward,
sea of dainty leaves, thin water, a translucent daisy sky blue, a new blue, perhaps, a new one:
whiteish blue, translucent blue, ethereal light sky baby clear blue: what can words do? daddy, what can they do?
water blue? the water is the color of the water and the blue and my stomach rings with happiness joys that fills my dantian: and some tapping, my body smiles, curling lips and joyous flips!
Mar 31, 2021
Mar 31, 2021 at 10:00 PM UTC