COLLABORATIVE POEM 2 - CYPRESS RIDGE

[Peely]

G'day Terry

I think that it was in one of your posts where the missing stanza was picked up again. I had edited it back into the earlier posts before I got back to the post where it was found again. It is good that you have been keeping track.

Regards


John Peel

[Zondrae]

OK in future, I will keep an external copy.
Then I know where I am up to too.

[Irene]

CYPRESS RIDGE

The story goes, in days gone by, this station was his claim
but fire, drought, flood and mice, all can share the blame.
He worked until they took him off, packed like a brand new fridge.
On the gate, the sign still reads, 'Welcome - Cypress Ridge'.
ZK

It had been empty many years. What memories were there
and ghosts, who walked alone. He was not there to share.
now sometimes when the wind was right - some said they'd heard him call
his dogs, long gone like him. My skin began to crawl.
MKC

He favoured cattle, in his youth, but sheep now suited best
the station and it's scrappy feed. He got no rest.
But feeding mobs of sheep by hand always was a battle.
Costs at least were paid by wool, not so with cattle.
ZK

Sheep can’t survive this back block run with out the touch of rain.
But there are some old boomers seen here now and again.
They don’t seem to mind the scrubby feed or find the going hard.
And may find a drink or two in the old long-yard.
DS

The Roo’s had darn near eaten all the feed that’s on the place,
but still he battled on, with problems he must face
he went and got a permit, and will cull this rotten plague
and make a quid somehow although his plans seem vague
TP

five hundred roos with permit tags with them what would he do?
it seems the city folk are not too fond of eating roo
they feed it to their dogs at times, it seems that this was all
til he started selling Kanga banga sangas from a stall
MB

He marketed them for a buck - they were a darn good feed.
'Back of beyond burgers' would fulfill all your needs.
They're made of outback tucker wholesome and nutritious too
all made with guaranteed organic Aussie roo.
MKC

The business was soon booming but was running out of Roo.
Then came a cunning plan; he knew just what to do.
He killed off most his horses and then minced them all up too,
then gathered up the bones and sold them off for glue.
TP

But then a cafe opened with a pommie guru's name
Ramsey opened 'Hell's Kitchen' just to spread his fame.
Serving only Crocodile and stakes from the Kangaroo.
Side dishes, Goanna bake or a Possum stew.
ZK

But too much 'roo and too much stew can make a tummy churn
and any manner of goanna will cause your heart to burn!
Now crocodile will all the while expand upon your girth,
to thus grow round so you'll be found the subject of much mirth.
Wen

On cypress Hill a bloke is seen to run on mother earth
ten laps of the roundyard to reduce expanding girth
Consumption of too many of our native wildlife
has him jogging laps each morning on the orders of his wife
MB

But jogging round was not enough to overturn his gain.
A secret shared Back of Beyond, even in rain,
is to eat more protein and Less carbs and do push ups too
in counted sets of fifty, twice a day will do.
ZK

But then an opportunity fair hit him in the face.
He'd start up a 'Curves' gym it would solve his disgrace.
He'd use his dogs as trainers, to round up any slackers
and be real sure to not go jogging past Macca's.
MKC

But soon he wearied of this lark and headed bush once more
and promised he’d come back, a fitter man for sure.
His wife began to worry after he’d been gone awhile,
then back he came again, a big grin on his dial.
TP

Seems he had found or thought he had, a place where diamonds grew.
His wife said 'you're a fool and your plans silly to.'
Diamond dust was in his eyes - it really made them sparkle
no time for negatives - no time for debacle.
MKC

He jumped from past to present – he had left, then he was back
which made a contribution very hard to crack.
He went from roos to horses that were minced up pretty fine
and now a new direction, that’s right, a diamond mine!
JP

These bushmen wander everywhere, not always on the track.
You think they've shot through - but the bludgers will be back.
He grasped his chance, gave her a look, said "won't you come with me?
This mine could offer us an opportunity."
MKC

You've skipped about the bush a bit, tried tucker of all sorts
led us on a merry chase with your silly rorts
You've tried your best with 'roo and 'orse on many outback tracks
but can't deny that burgers are - best at Hungry Jacks.
FD

Well Hungry jacks are pretty good, but not out at the mine,
for tucker’s not so grand, out where the bushmen dine.
Here Kanga rissoles are the go for those out in the sticks,
and really tasty too, for them that know the tricks.
TP

So heed the words I now relate, and them I'll not repeat,
there's certain things you have to do to soften up the meat.
You'll need a shovel and some wire and a tub of salt
and then you'll need a bottle of a liquid made from malt.
Wen

marinated kanga banga sanga for me sure hits the spot
To sear in all the juices better make the skillet hot
when pouring on the marinade , its best you stop and think
make sure you leave enough of it , you're gunna need a drink
MB

So now he sits beside his fire, his sangas sizzling still;
a mug of malted ale replaced his sleeping pill.
His wife is waiting patiently for rich rewards to reap,
but too much ale and sangas - now he's fast asleep.
IC

[Glenny Palmer]

...
Miss Palmer is goin' ta bed! Been critiquing comp poems all night. I'm gunna get a rubber stamp that says 'Read my tutorial' to save me hours + +.

I hear you Zondrae. What doesn't gel with me are the caesural pauses within the lines. I dunno, too sleepy, but I'll think on it as I dream.

Martyboy...sit in the corner! Write on the blacboard 100 times '14/12'
(te he)

G'nite all...

[warooa]

CYPRESS RIDGE

The story goes, in days gone by, this station was his claim
but fire, drought, flood and mice, all can share the blame.
He worked until they took him off, packed like a brand new fridge.
On the gate, the sign still reads, 'Welcome - Cypress Ridge'.
ZK

It had been empty many years. What memories were there
and ghosts, who walked alone. He was not there to share.
now sometimes when the wind was right - some said they'd heard him call
his dogs, long gone like him. My skin began to crawl.
MKC

He favoured cattle, in his youth, but sheep now suited best
the station and it's scrappy feed. He got no rest.
But feeding mobs of sheep by hand always was a battle.
Costs at least were paid by wool, not so with cattle.
ZK

Sheep can’t survive this back block run with out the touch of rain.
But there are some old boomers seen here now and again.
They don’t seem to mind the scrubby feed or find the going hard.
And may find a drink or two in the old long-yard.
DS

The Roo’s had darn near eaten all the feed that’s on the place,
but still he battled on, with problems he must face
he went and got a permit, and will cull this rotten plague
and make a quid somehow although his plans seem vague
TP

five hundred roos with permit tags with them what would he do?
it seems the city folk are not too fond of eating roo
they feed it to their dogs at times, it seems that this was all
til he started selling Kanga banga sangas from a stall
MB

He marketed them for a buck - they were a darn good feed.
'Back of beyond burgers' would fulfill all your needs.
They're made of outback tucker wholesome and nutritious too
all made with guaranteed organic Aussie roo.
MKC

The business was soon booming but was running out of Roo.
Then came a cunning plan; he knew just what to do.
He killed off most his horses and then minced them all up too,
then gathered up the bones and sold them off for glue.
TP

But then a cafe opened with a pommie guru's name
Ramsey opened 'Hell's Kitchen' just to spread his fame.
Serving only Crocodile and stakes from the Kangaroo.
Side dishes, Goanna bake or a Possum stew.
ZK

But too much 'roo and too much stew can make a tummy churn
and any manner of goanna will cause your heart to burn!
Now crocodile will all the while expand upon your girth,
to thus grow round so you'll be found the subject of much mirth.
Wen

On cypress Hill a bloke is seen to run on mother earth
ten laps of the roundyard to reduce expanding girth
Consumption of too many of our native wildlife
has him jogging laps each morning on the orders of his wife
MB

But jogging round was not enough to overturn his gain.
A secret shared Back of Beyond, even in rain,
is to eat more protein and Less carbs and do push ups too
in counted sets of fifty, twice a day will do.
ZK

But then an opportunity fair hit him in the face.
He'd start up a 'Curves' gym it would solve his disgrace.
He'd use his dogs as trainers, to round up any slackers
and be real sure to not go jogging past Macca's.
MKC

But soon he wearied of this lark and headed bush once more
and promised he’d come back, a fitter man for sure.
His wife began to worry after he’d been gone awhile,
then back he came again, a big grin on his dial.
TP

Seems he had found or thought he had, a place where diamonds grew.
His wife said 'you're a fool and your plans silly to.'
Diamond dust was in his eyes - it really made them sparkle
no time for negatives - no time for debacle.
MKC

He jumped from past to present – he had left, then he was back
which made a contribution very hard to crack.
He went from roos to horses that were minced up pretty fine
and now a new direction, that’s right, a diamond mine!
JP

These bushmen wander everywhere, not always on the track.
You think they've shot through - but the bludgers will be back.
He grasped his chance, gave her a look, said "won't you come with me?
This mine could offer us an opportunity."
MKC

You've skipped about the bush a bit, tried tucker of all sorts
led us on a merry chase with your silly rorts
You've tried your best with 'roo and 'orse on many outback tracks
but can't deny that burgers are - best at Hungry Jacks.
FD

Well Hungry jacks are pretty good, but not out at the mine,
for tucker’s not so grand, out where the bushmen dine.
Here Kanga rissoles are the go for those out in the sticks,
and really tasty too, for them that know the tricks.
TP

So heed the words I now relate, and them I'll not repeat,
there's certain things you have to do to soften up the meat.
You'll need a shovel and some wire and a tub of salt
and then you'll need a bottle of a liquid made from malt.
Wen

marinated kanga banga sanga for me sure hits the spot
To sear in all the juices better make the skillet hot
when pouring on the marinade , its best you stop and think
make sure you leave enough of it , you're gunna need a drink
MB

So now he sits beside his fire, his sangas sizzling still;
a mug of malted ale replaced his sleeping pill.
His wife is waiting patiently for rich rewards to reap,
but too much ale and sangas - now he's fast asleep.
IC
CYPRESS RIDGE

The story goes, in days gone by, this station was his claim
but fire, drought, flood and mice, all can share the blame.
He worked until they took him off, packed like a brand new fridge.
On the gate, the sign still reads, 'Welcome - Cypress Ridge'.
ZK

It had been empty many years. What memories were there
and ghosts, who walked alone. He was not there to share.
now sometimes when the wind was right - some said they'd heard him call
his dogs, long gone like him. My skin began to crawl.
MKC

He favoured cattle, in his youth, but sheep now suited best
the station and it's scrappy feed. He got no rest.
But feeding mobs of sheep by hand always was a battle.
Costs at least were paid by wool, not so with cattle.
ZK

Sheep can’t survive this back block run with out the touch of rain.
But there are some old boomers seen here now and again.
They don’t seem to mind the scrubby feed or find the going hard.
And may find a drink or two in the old long-yard.
DS

The Roo’s had darn near eaten all the feed that’s on the place,
but still he battled on, with problems he must face
he went and got a permit, and will cull this rotten plague
and make a quid somehow although his plans seem vague
TP

five hundred roos with permit tags with them what would he do?
it seems the city folk are not too fond of eating roo
they feed it to their dogs at times, it seems that this was all
til he started selling Kanga banga sangas from a stall
MB

He marketed them for a buck - they were a darn good feed.
'Back of beyond burgers' would fulfill all your needs.
They're made of outback tucker wholesome and nutritious too
all made with guaranteed organic Aussie roo.
MKC

The business was soon booming but was running out of Roo.
Then came a cunning plan; he knew just what to do.
He killed off most his horses and then minced them all up too,
then gathered up the bones and sold them off for glue.
TP

But then a cafe opened with a pommie guru's name
Ramsey opened 'Hell's Kitchen' just to spread his fame.
Serving only Crocodile and stakes from the Kangaroo.
Side dishes, Goanna bake or a Possum stew.
ZK

But too much 'roo and too much stew can make a tummy churn
and any manner of goanna will cause your heart to burn!
Now crocodile will all the while expand upon your girth,
to thus grow round so you'll be found the subject of much mirth.
Wen

On cypress Hill a bloke is seen to run on mother earth
ten laps of the roundyard to reduce expanding girth
Consumption of too many of our native wildlife
has him jogging laps each morning on the orders of his wife
MB

But jogging round was not enough to overturn his gain.
A secret shared Back of Beyond, even in rain,
is to eat more protein and Less carbs and do push ups too
in counted sets of fifty, twice a day will do.
ZK

But then an opportunity fair hit him in the face.
He'd start up a 'Curves' gym it would solve his disgrace.
He'd use his dogs as trainers, to round up any slackers
and be real sure to not go jogging past Macca's.
MKC

But soon he wearied of this lark and headed bush once more
and promised he’d come back, a fitter man for sure.
His wife began to worry after he’d been gone awhile,
then back he came again, a big grin on his dial.
TP

Seems he had found or thought he had, a place where diamonds grew.
His wife said 'you're a fool and your plans silly to.'
Diamond dust was in his eyes - it really made them sparkle
no time for negatives - no time for debacle.
MKC

He jumped from past to present – he had left, then he was back
which made a contribution very hard to crack.
He went from roos to horses that were minced up pretty fine
and now a new direction, that’s right, a diamond mine!
JP

These bushmen wander everywhere, not always on the track.
You think they've shot through - but the bludgers will be back.
He grasped his chance, gave her a look, said "won't you come with me?
This mine could offer us an opportunity."
MKC

You've skipped about the bush a bit, tried tucker of all sorts
led us on a merry chase with your silly rorts
You've tried your best with 'roo and 'orse on many outback tracks
but can't deny that burgers are - best at Hungry Jacks.
FD

Well Hungry jacks are pretty good, but not out at the mine,
for tucker’s not so grand, out where the bushmen dine.
Here Kanga rissoles are the go for those out in the sticks,
and really tasty too, for them that know the tricks.
TP

So heed the words I now relate, and them I'll not repeat,
there's certain things you have to do to soften up the meat.
You'll need a shovel and some wire and a tub of salt
and then you'll need a bottle of a liquid made from malt.
Wen

marinated kanga banga sanga for me sure hits the spot
To sear in all the juices better make the skillet hot
when pouring on the marinade , its best you stop and think
make sure you leave enough of it , you're gunna need a drink
MB

So now he sits beside his fire, his sangas sizzling still;
a mug of malted ale replaced his sleeping pill.
His wife is waiting patiently for rich rewards to reap,
but too much ale and sangas - now he's fast asleep.
IC

the embers slowly tail away, the night time air gets cool.
His solid slumber shown, by trailing line of drool
as R.E.M kicks in he dreams eternal night time swags
and monster mugs of ale and massive kanga snags
MP

[warooa]

Nah, naa, na, naarr naarrr Martyboy . . 14/12 - without gettin' tolded orf!

Not a massive fan of that metre, though . .

If Glenny uses words like 'caesural pause' when she's sleepy then what the cunnamulla does she come up with when she's bright as a button?

[Maureen K Clifford]

Well considering the 14/12/14/12 was a bit unwieldy and there is disgruntlement expressed in the ranks - we certainly managed to get some mileage out of it

Glenny what the hell are caesural pauses??? are they the --- that I personally am so fond of?? Glad to see you back - you have been a very busy lady

Anyway seems the old bloke is in bed and drooling so I guess if we want to finish the yarn someone can finish him off as he sleeps and put you lot out of your misery.

Cheers

Maureen

[warooa]

Just like "The Gambler"?

[Zondrae]

G'day all,

The pause which Glenny refers to is the one we try to sneak in when we wish to fudge the metre. Most of the time it is not our intention to use them. The masters use them to maximum effect. They cannot be ignored.

Glenny has offered her brilliant tutorial, free to members, however at the moment it is not available for download from this site. (I don't think). Time will come when many things lost in the shuffle will return.

In the meantime stop for a second and think about it.

[thestoryteller]

CYPRESS RIDGE

The story goes, in days gone by, this station was his claim
but fire, drought, flood and mice, all can share the blame.
He worked until they took him off, packed like a brand new fridge.
On the gate, the sign still reads, 'Welcome - Cypress Ridge'.
ZK

It had been empty many years. What memories were there
and ghosts, who walked alone. He was not there to share.
now sometimes when the wind was right - some said they'd heard him call
his dogs, long gone like him. My skin began to crawl.
MKC

He favoured cattle, in his youth, but sheep now suited best
the station and it's scrappy feed. He got no rest.
But feeding mobs of sheep by hand always was a battle.
Costs at least were paid by wool, not so with cattle.
ZK

Sheep can’t survive this back block run with out the touch of rain.
But there are some old boomers seen here now and again.
They don’t seem to mind the scrubby feed or find the going hard.
And may find a drink or two in the old long-yard.
DS

The Roo’s had darn near eaten all the feed that’s on the place,
but still he battled on, with problems he must face
he went and got a permit, and will cull this rotten plague
and make a quid somehow although his plans seem vague
TP

five hundred roos with permit tags with them what would he do?
it seems the city folk are not too fond of eating roo
they feed it to their dogs at times, it seems that this was all
til he started selling Kanga banga sangas from a stall
MB

He marketed them for a buck - they were a darn good feed.
'Back of beyond burgers' would fulfill all your needs.
They're made of outback tucker wholesome and nutritious too
all made with guaranteed organic Aussie roo.
MKC

The business was soon booming but was running out of Roo.
Then came a cunning plan; he knew just what to do.
He killed off most his horses and then minced them all up too,
then gathered up the bones and sold them off for glue.
TP

But then a cafe opened with a pommie guru's name
Ramsey opened 'Hell's Kitchen' just to spread his fame.
Serving only Crocodile and stakes from the Kangaroo.
Side dishes, Goanna bake or a Possum stew.
ZK

But too much 'roo and too much stew can make a tummy churn
and any manner of goanna will cause your heart to burn!
Now crocodile will all the while expand upon your girth,
to thus grow round so you'll be found the subject of much mirth.
Wen

On cypress Hill a bloke is seen to run on mother earth
ten laps of the roundyard to reduce expanding girth
Consumption of too many of our native wildlife
has him jogging laps each morning on the orders of his wife
MB

But jogging round was not enough to overturn his gain.
A secret shared Back of Beyond, even in rain,
is to eat more protein and Less carbs and do push ups too
in counted sets of fifty, twice a day will do.
ZK

But then an opportunity fair hit him in the face.
He'd start up a 'Curves' gym it would solve his disgrace.
He'd use his dogs as trainers, to round up any slackers
and be real sure to not go jogging past Macca's.
MKC

But soon he wearied of this lark and headed bush once more
and promised he’d come back, a fitter man for sure.
His wife began to worry after he’d been gone awhile,
then back he came again, a big grin on his dial.
TP

Seems he had found or thought he had, a place where diamonds grew.
His wife said 'you're a fool and your plans silly to.'
Diamond dust was in his eyes - it really made them sparkle
no time for negatives - no time for debacle.
MKC

He jumped from past to present – he had left, then he was back
which made a contribution very hard to crack.
He went from roos to horses that were minced up pretty fine
and now a new direction, that’s right, a diamond mine!
JP

These bushmen wander everywhere, not always on the track.
You think they've shot through - but the bludgers will be back.
He grasped his chance, gave her a look, said "won't you come with me?
This mine could offer us an opportunity."
MKC

You've skipped about the bush a bit, tried tucker of all sorts
led us on a merry chase with your silly rorts
You've tried your best with 'roo and 'orse on many outback tracks
but can't deny that burgers are - best at Hungry Jacks.
FD

Well Hungry jacks are pretty good, but not out at the mine,
for tucker’s not so grand, out where the bushmen dine.
Here Kanga rissoles are the go for those out in the sticks,
and really tasty too, for them that know the tricks.
TP

So heed the words I now relate, and them I'll not repeat,
there's certain things you have to do to soften up the meat.
You'll need a shovel and some wire and a tub of salt
and then you'll need a bottle of a liquid made from malt.
Wen

marinated kanga banga sanga for me sure hits the spot
To sear in all the juices better make the skillet hot
when pouring on the marinade , its best you stop and think
make sure you leave enough of it , you're gunna need a drink
MB

So now he sits beside his fire, his sangas sizzling still;
a mug of malted ale replaced his sleeping pill.
His wife is waiting patiently for rich rewards to reap,
but too much ale and sangas - now he's fast asleep.
IC

the embers slowly tail away, the night time air gets cool.
His solid slumber shown, by trailing line of drool
as R.E.M kicks in he dreams eternal night time swags
and monster mugs of ale and massive kanga snags
MP

Then suddenly great beads of sweat were forming on his brow,
his body was convulsing, with the DT's now.
Those monster mugs had sprung a leak and ale was flowing free
and massive kanga bangas hopped 'round merrily.
TS