tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2286321024842109960.post5971764832223642506..comments2024-03-27T15:41:01.956-04:00Comments on rhymeswithplague<br>rhymeswithplague<br>rhymeswithplague<br>rhymeswithplague<br>rhymeswithplague: Early on a Frost-y mornin’, look away...rhymeswithplaguehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10870439618129001633noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2286321024842109960.post-67392165605575648212010-01-27T16:17:10.648-05:002010-01-27T16:17:10.648-05:00Lovely parody Robert.
One of my more pleasant e...Lovely parody Robert. <br /><br />One of my more pleasant experiences last time I was in the USA was to visit Robert Frost's farm in New Hampshire. He was a hopeless farmer, apparently, but the spot was delightful - all silvery birches and winding paths, and he loved it there. And so did I.Katehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12453125929159161583noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2286321024842109960.post-64199687589070880652010-01-26T22:56:05.326-05:002010-01-26T22:56:05.326-05:00Thanks for all of your comments. I wrote this poe...Thanks for all of your comments. I wrote this poem in a rather short time, meaning to parody Robert Frost by stating the opposite of his famous poem. I was somewhat surprised by its cynical tone, which <b>Dr. John</b> caught. Odd, as I do not think of myself as a cynical person. <b>Anonymous</b>'s interpretation was positive: "It all works out whether you like it or not." My own was a bit more negative: "It never works out no matter what you do" (a sort of modern-day "Vanity of vanities, all is vanity" if you will). At least, that's how it struck me. That is not my philosophy, by the way.rhymeswithplaguehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10870439618129001633noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2286321024842109960.post-53811363339141068982010-01-26T21:32:37.611-05:002010-01-26T21:32:37.611-05:00Nice piece! Considering the concept "It all ...Nice piece! Considering the concept "It all works out whether you like it of not...", methinks that in order to truly smell the roses along the way, three roads traveled would be preferable to one...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2286321024842109960.post-1078312346327182712010-01-26T18:50:30.908-05:002010-01-26T18:50:30.908-05:00Great poem for a cynic.Great poem for a cynic.Dr.Johnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02752941912945095736noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2286321024842109960.post-35422294358298424982010-01-26T17:45:27.667-05:002010-01-26T17:45:27.667-05:00Great poem Sir Robert! It speaks to me of how peop...Great poem Sir Robert! It speaks to me of how people can be like hamsters - pounding on the wheel but ultimately getting nowhere.<br /><br />Regarding the photo... I know Americans bought the old London Bridge and shipped it to Arizona but have you also bought up Spaghetti Junction? There will be absolute chaos just north of Birmingham (The English one).Yorkshire Puddinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2286321024842109960.post-3524815452174694682010-01-26T16:54:37.942-05:002010-01-26T16:54:37.942-05:00the one road traveled was supposed to make all the...the one road traveled was supposed to make all the differance, bob, oh wellPutzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08480109111920196513noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2286321024842109960.post-84020661783218887312010-01-26T16:15:09.537-05:002010-01-26T16:15:09.537-05:00Think it's called chasing your own tail...or i...Think it's called chasing your own tail...or in your case, maybe, tale?Jinksyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01686101468214361004noreply@blogger.com