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Heard yesterday on the CBC - "Mallemaroking - The sound made by carousing ice-bound sailors".

Something for those who are still dealing with hard water or those like me who can see bits of it starting to move. We could think of it as almost the opposite of the Chesapeake sock burning.

I found a nice poem as well http://www.elizabeth-kay.co.uk/turpsik.htm

Quote:MALLEMAROKING

Bitter the season, long are the nights,
Lit by the glimmer of ghostly lights.
Ice in the rigging, ice on the deck,
Frost on the tiller, snow down your neck.

Mallemaroking, mallemaroking,
Sing as you keep on shov’ling and stoking.

Fog all around us, misting the mast,
Pack-ice surrounds us; now we’re stuck fast.
Laughing at danger, we drink a toast,
“The source* of the fish! The sea, our host!”

Mallemaroking, etc.

The cold or the hunger? Which will it be?
Freezing or starving, who’s last, you or me?
A drink for the victor, some shrouds for the rest,
We scoff at the risks, it’s what we do best.

Mallemaroking, etc.

*Some versions have this as "sauce".

Now all we need is some music for it :-D

I happened to like this poem a great deal -
And, I found a poem on a library data base that I am sharing regardless of all the official rules if there are any - it is 19thc. and lovely: (i left the original typos in)

The Picture of a Life
Isaac C. Pray, Jr.

Afar on the ocean
Where waves in commotion,
With jewels and banners assembled in pride,
A barque was dashing,
And sunlight there flashing,
With stripes of rich silver seemed clasping its side.

Thus gemmed by the morning
With all its adorning,
That barque, like a fairy creation was fair;
Each thing that was near it
By magic did steer it –
Each thing was its guide and its favorer there.

The noon shone less brightly,
Yet not less the lightly
The prow cut the waves that were darkling about;
As storms seemed to waken;
The bark was forsaken –
The waves, as if vexed, ceased their heralding shout.

The evening was ruder,
And as an intruder,
The tempest arose and careered in its might –
But ah ! – on the morrow –
a picture of sorrow –
That barque with its beauty had gone from the light.

How clear the soul’s seeing!
That barque was a being –
The tempest was nought but remorse
The morn was but childhood,
The noon, like a wildwood
Entangled – the world! and he ocean was Time!

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Happy Spring!

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ok the poem I posted was a little sad -


happy spring anyway


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Quote:I happened to like this poem a great deal -
And, I found a poem on a library data base that I am sharing regardless of all the official rules if there are any - it is 19thc. and lovely: (i left the original typos in)


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A complete disregard for the rules, must be the pirate flag your fleet has adopted. I saw a t shirt somewhere a few days ago that made me think of you Adla. It had a skull and crossbones with an eyepatch all in pink. Underneath the picture is said Pirate Princess. Wouldn't suprise me if you already had one

Keith

I just LOVE the color pink - Why, only this afternoon a friend of mine came up to me in the library (where all of my time is spent) and complained of the color - I looked at him, and then my pink coffee cup, my pink ipod cover, my pink phone, and my pink pencil and suggested that he needed a more sympathetic audience.

:roll:


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