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  • Re: The Poetasters' Korner

    Originally posted by Pastor Ezekiel View Post
    There are too many syllables in that final part, aren't there? There can't be more than 11, if we stick with the meter of the original:

    Jesus loves the little children in the world
    You're choosing a narrower lane for a rather arcane reason.
    The poem can be just as biblical, without slaving to copy the Master's style.

    If the content, if the message alone, does not hark to Bible scholars
    your source of inspiration, well,

    copying the metric style, in any result, is seen as a sort of gimmick here;
    and given the -necessarily nasty form-, copying any aspect of the Biblical
    style, is actually unChristian (if you think about it), because it is lampoonery.

    Don't go that way or you'll look like me.

    God forbid!

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      Jesus loves the little children,
      All the children of the world.
      Red and yellow, black and white,
      All are precious in His sight,
      Jesus loves the little children of the world.
      Jesus hates the filthy homers,
      All the homers of the world.
      They are an abomination
      With Hell their final station
      Jesus hates the filthy homers of the world.
      Revelation 21:8 But the fearful, and unbelieving, and the abominable, and murderers, and whoremongers, and sorcerers, and idolaters, and all liars, shall have their part in the lake which burneth with fire and brimstone: which is the second death.

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      • Re: The Poetasters' Korner

        Originally posted by Enobarbus View Post
        Jesus hates the dirty homers
        All the homers of the world
        Homers all are an abomination
        And hell will be their final station
        Jesus hates the filthy homers
        -- all the homers of the world!

        Tsk, tsk. Not only are we a little touchy about our spelling errors but it seems we are also given to the derivative lifting of other works.

        I suspect Clare H. Woolston might have a good go at you in court if still alive.


        Jesus loves the little children,
        All the children of the world;
        Red and yellow, black and white,
        All are precious in His sight,
        Jesus loves the little children of the world.





        Bless you, my potential copyright infringer
        Father Mo
        A Cardinal in the making.

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        • Re: The Poetasters' Korner

          Originally posted by Father Maurice Lester View Post
          Tsk, tsk. Not only are we a little touchy about our spelling errors but it seems we are also given to the derivative lifting of others work.

          I suspect Clare H. Woolston might have a good go at you in court if she were alive.

          Bless you, my potential copyright infringer
          Father Mo
          But since C Herbet Woolston died in 1927, his rhyme is now in the public domain. Apart from that, if you go back to where Brother Zeke started these little rhymes, we have acknowledged all along that we were rewriting his work. That would be legit even if he were alive -- as long as we make it plain what we are doing, and do not try to gain financially from it, no one is going to do take us to court.

          You see it is doubtful whether a rhyme pattern can be copyrighted anyway. It could be arrived at independently, could it not? Especially a simple one.

          And there is a lot more to it than that too -- we are parodying his song, so our new work is not derivative, but a work of art in its own right with its own message.

          I'll leave it at that for now. It becomes very complicated. Suffice it to say that you are trying to teach your grandmother how to suck eggs.
          Revelation 21:8 But the fearful, and unbelieving, and the abominable, and murderers, and whoremongers, and sorcerers, and idolaters, and all liars, shall have their part in the lake which burneth with fire and brimstone: which is the second death.

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            Father,

            Read it and leap
            Read it and leap
            Read it and leap
            in the Fiery Lake

            Read it and leap
            oh read it and leap

            Wise up take
            a leap in the Lake



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            Last edited by Poetic Peter; 11-26-2006, 04:16 PM. Reason: I had to think up a tune to steal

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            • Re: The Poetasters' Korner

              Originally posted by Enobarbus View Post
              But since C Herbet Woolston died in 1927, his rhyme is now in the public domain....It becomes very complicated. Suffice it to say that you are trying to teach your grandmother how to suck eggs.

              Note my use of the word potential. This was a specific choice with the intent of obviating the common point of public domain regarding the work in question. The idea being there is little originality to be found in the exercise and the likelihood of original prose coming from a gang of disgruntled Baptists, jealous of the Catholic Church and it's rich tradition of art, is slimmer than Karen Carpenter after a last visit to her vomitorium.



              Bless you, my future defendant
              Father Mo
              A Cardinal in the making.

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              • Re: The Poetasters' Korner

                Originally posted by Father Maurice Lester View Post
                Note my use of the word potential. This was a specific choice with the intent of obviating the common point of public domain regarding the work in question. The idea being there is little originality to be found in the exercise and the likelihood of original prose coming from a gang of disgruntled Baptists, jealous of the Catholic Church and it's rich tradition of art, is slimmer than Karen Carpenter after a last visit to her vomitorium.

                Bless you, my future defendant
                Father Mo
                You haven't read much of the thread have you?

                Do you think that this has potential? It's not good I know, but with work could be improved:

                THE VIOLATION OF THE ALTAR BOYS (A work in progress)

                Father Mo was perspiring and his eyes were a gleam
                His trousers were bulging fit to burst at the seam
                The glow in his eyes was like a wolf's on the prowl
                And he threw back his head and let out a great howl

                For the altar boys' picnic was soon to take place
                And Maurice was afire with the thrill of the chase
                There'd be boys of all sizes: big thin fat and small
                And Mo was determined to bugger them all
                Revelation 21:8 But the fearful, and unbelieving, and the abominable, and murderers, and whoremongers, and sorcerers, and idolaters, and all liars, shall have their part in the lake which burneth with fire and brimstone: which is the second death.

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                • Re: The Poetasters' Korner



                  Yo! Yo!

                  Father be stoned
                  in hail!
                  Oh, Mary

                  by the noble Enobarbus



                  Peter
                  happy

                  to contribute wooly content
                  only when it's wholly Sunday;
                  stuffings for the Father's cassock;

                  it's known he makes a right-fine hassock
                  Last edited by Poetic Peter; 11-26-2006, 04:45 PM.

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                  • Re: The Poetasters' Korner

                    Originally posted by Enobarbus View Post
                    You haven't read much of the thread have you?
                    Rather astute of you to catch that!


                    Do you think that this has potential? It's not good I know, but with work could be improved:

                    Start with the 'select all' and follow with 'delete'...or perhaps a few key word changes...allow me to suggest some.

                    THE VIOLATION OF THE WOOLY BOYS (A work in progress)

                    Crusty Eno was perspiring and his eyes were a gleam
                    His trousers were bulging fit to burst at the seam
                    The glow in his eyes was like a wolf's on the prowl
                    And he threw back his head and let out a great howl

                    For the ram and ewe picnic was soon to take place
                    Enorbarbus was afire with the thrill of the chase
                    There'd be sheep of all sizes: big thin fat and small
                    Eno was determined to bugger them all.



                    Bless you, my abuser of virgin wool
                    Father Mo
                    A Cardinal in the making.

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                      Father, this is Tailor Pee-Wee
                      Peter caught up in your fabric.
                      Raveled? It is not.

                      Once a thread begins a run
                      by God, dear Father
                      Threadbare Rue--
                      you show the whole

                      poet you are not, not yet.

                      So Keep On Plugging always

                      in the decent way
                      of course.
                      Last edited by Poetic Peter; 11-26-2006, 05:58 PM.

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                      • Re: The landover baptists are truly quite mad

                        Originally posted by Pastor Al E Pistle View Post
                        HOW WOULD YOU LIKE A HUNDRED WARNING POINTS?
                        Will they be shiny?
                        A candle loses nothing by lighting another candle.

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                        • Re: The Poetasters' Korner

                          Originally posted by Father Maurice Lester View Post
                          Rather astute of you to catch that!




                          Start with the 'select all' and follow with 'delete'...or perhaps a few key word changes...allow me to suggest some.

                          THE VIOLATION OF THE WOOLY BOYS (A work in progress)

                          Crusty Eno was perspiring and his eyes were a gleam
                          His trousers were bulging fit to burst at the seam
                          The glow in his eyes was like a wolf's on the prowl
                          And he threw back his head and let out a great howl

                          For the ram and ewe picnic was soon to take place
                          Enorbarbus was afire with the thrill of the chase
                          There'd be sheep of all sizes: big thin fat and small
                          Eno was determined to bugger them all.



                          Bless you, my abuser of virgin wool
                          Father Mo
                          Now that definitely is copyright infringment and plagiarism -- you have lifted most of my words verbatim. My lawyer says you are certainly guilty but is suggesting we wait a few months so I am in a better position to prove loss of earnings and go for a bigger claim. I'll get back to you about this if you don't hear from my lawyer personally.
                          Revelation 21:8 But the fearful, and unbelieving, and the abominable, and murderers, and whoremongers, and sorcerers, and idolaters, and all liars, shall have their part in the lake which burneth with fire and brimstone: which is the second death.

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                          • Re: The Poetasters' Korner


                            "pwnd"
                            again by the noble GODLY Enobarbus


                            ____________




                            +To Father Mo-

                            In a former era,
                            you can bet your bottom buck,
                            that I was a vara
                            persistent vision known as Puck.



                            PS Farther,
                            no, I am not Eno's Roadie.
                            I'm only playing Holy Toady
                            Last edited by Poetic Peter; 11-27-2006, 10:03 PM.

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