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He's a Good Dog. (He just doesn't like you to laf.)
by Richard Lung
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334 pages2 hours
Summary
The good dog (who first appeared in book 1 of this series) is among a tridogy of six turns of verse by Dafty Tailchaser.
The first three sections are of children, animals and acting, following the WC Fields principle of not putting them together.
Section four continues with satires on those actors, the politicians, having degenerated from representatives of the people to presentatives of what money and power want: more money and power.
Section five contains poems of loneliness.
A sixth section, for a little light relief, is a short essay on Proportional Representation for peace-making power-sharing.
The novela of the boot boy closes the first section to a beachcomber collection of otherwise more or less short poems/pieces (163 on the last count).
Publisher: Richard LungReleased: May 6, 2016ISBN: 1310282218Format: book
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He's a Good Dog. (He just doesn't like you to laf.) - Richard Lung
edition.
He's a good dog.
(He just doesnt like you
to laf.)
Table of Contents
Never act with children or animals.
WC Fields.
part one:
...with children
Isle of Lad
this show
charmed lives
he whom truth sought (but never caught)
paradise lost (to dipthongal scrumpers)
one quarter of English
half of English in 100 words
half of English in 100 shorthand words
Ulysses
touch tabu
enjoy your trip?
or the bogeyman will get you
the best days
pin-cushion
birds of ill omen
the ten out of ten commandments
feudalism on the brain
rebels rebel
do out the cages
Bealby
commercial artist
a boot boy in the Great War
1) flying a kite
2) sloth skittles
3) living is dying
4) a family at war
5) boot boy extraordinaire
part two:
...or animals
fall of the kallima butterfly
self-dispersal
swifts
It is the day that says the fall
wingers
heroes and villains
shadow play
parrots Silver
Tina
formation fliers
the hippo and the ibis
in the wild
cat call
zebra crossing
red-neck
Snazzles on the run
eek! eek!
hibernation liberation
performing seal
llama lama
on the third stroke...
alter ego
a tridogy in six turns
by Dafty Tailchaser:
arrest
Charlie
perfumed letters
dog dusks
dog nights
he's a good dog (he just doesnt like you to laf)
part three:
never act...
cavaliers and roundheads
the wicked lady
figure-head
the old quay
slipping off
dances with wolves
Shearer
the mixed doubles
Gone West
gun law new deal
Randolph Scott rides tall in the saddle
misplaced labor
out-cast
the sunning
we sell ourselves
living death
con-tests
art deco
Marilyn moral
Monroe doctrine
ice maidens
to faktory horns
psycho-pathe pictorial
the flicks
night of the long grass
the cruel sea
womb with a view
77 sunset strip
just a minute!
unruly news-readers
the house-bound actresses
golden globe
cafe of the blues
danse violence
hippy hippy hippo
this sounding of the soul of man
a girl has her standards
the songster migrates
Are you Charlotte Mew?
transference
Falstaffian Sir John
Edwin the first
the prompt
re-maker
lyric poet
hope
part four:
the political malaise
(safe seats)
do something honest
shadowed
atomised
exposure
the secretarys secret
the quarry
Jack Im alright
Andy Capp
the political malaise (safe seats)
the jingo vote
dictator
MIF
the enemy within
here at Westminster
the wrong jumper
the Scrounger report
second interim report
you also
the queen of hearts
unforgivable
zek (pangram)
ting-a-ling
a print-out with you
bulling the bill
there is?
the corporate state
whom the gods...
The magic circle
I, voter. (Roll on STV, free voters PR.)
three ages of women
foal honesty
part five:
the lost
off balance
anyway
flowers in their hair
postgraduate work
an unsocial sociologist
building an ark
in the lands of glimpsed windows
the chair and the floor
weather girls
leaving friends
way back
the short not leading the shorter sighted
balloon bags
staging post
tramp tippers
driving man blues
the clippie
ecstasies
between the lines
at the station, the river of life
a street-map for my sweet-heart
the lost
the day after she called
Auwa, dea goyl
strong love
memorys neighbors
not so
so unsuspected was I...
the fractals of rejection
to the soirée...
half of English in 100 words (re-ordered)
half life
Fourier waves
the playing field
the grave in the wood
part six (short essay):
Proportional Representation for peace-making power-sharing.
notes
acknowledgments
after-word
Guide to five volume collected verse
by Richard Lung
Guide to two more book series by the author:
Commentaries series;
Democracy Science series.
He's a good dog.
(He just doesnt like you
to laf.)
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part one:
...with children
Isle of Lad
I possess a jig-saw puzzle
whose box-lid picture is long since lost.
Betimes, I shuffle thru the heap
and odd piece tumbles out
that has no neighbors Ive ever inter-locked
into continents or peninsulas.
It is a true island, no, an islet
and I am on it as a boy
age I'm not too sure
and really dont want to know.
That's the beauty of it. I am that isle
I know not where in time and space.
Oh, the place is in a hall
with a row of trestle tables
grazing the floor-boards with lowing noises
like a trail of wooden cattle
in a wooden field, bare of a wood.
They are surrounded by a chatter
of children, wearing party crowns
over the remnants of a meal.
It has been a long after-noon
of -- can't remember what --
games, I perhaps took part in,
or, more like, was a wall-flower.
In the corner, I stand apart
watching no-one I know
as far from them, then, as now.
That may be why I'm still there.
But there is a low tide of my mind
that hazily connects this day
to the main-land of my memory
that holds a fatal fascination for this
isles independence from things mundane
tho, at the time, I knew
this outing led to no-where.
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this show
On my way home and almost there
I was brought up by this person
I vaguely realised was my mother
donned and tweaked into out-door mode.
We exchanged polite conversation
about our opposite roads
while my mind wandered from this show
into fleeting consideration
of the life she'd had to forego,
how little I knew of personal loss
and nothing of everyones
destiny as our paths cross.
charmed lives
The three lead charmed lives like quarks
confined by a seeming quantum
dog snifs me out and barks "not one
of us" to see-off who goes there.
A firmly fixed cast-iron seat
plays a trusty compass needle
magneticly points the way
into cloud chamber bay
drawing me to its flawed glass.
In diminishing size, four or five
tracer bullets of boys live
ammo shoot-up off the grass.
Relentlessly wiry comes
their mother escort from
behind in a banking pass
of a fighter on a buzzing run
whose heedless deflection in front
of but me says indeed this lass
come before him and his fine view
she's no time for a glance to.
Envoy:
The classical observer
little affects the observed.
The quantum observer
deflects the observed.
he whom truth sought
(but never caught)
The man-ape they supposed nature selected
had an old Adam by science elected.
His knighted rum skull,
not for Darwins numskull,
seemed at last the issue corrected.
His missing link was the ancestor
made monkeys of many a professor.
Sir, in his last dig,
Piltdown jawed I'm a rig!
Carbon-dated belated confessor.
Paradise Lost
(to dipthongal scrumpers).
Serpent: ei, ir. (Eyh, 'ere.)
Eve: e? (Eh?)
Serpent: aa...aa… (Ah…ah…)
Eve: ou! (Oh!)
Eve to Adam: ^…^… (Uh…uh…)
Adam: y! (Eeh!)
Adam & Eve: w! (Ooh!)
Serpent: i-i i-i-i (He-he he-he-he.)
God: oi! (Oyh!)
Eve to Adam: u^r. (Ooer.)
Adam to God: ^r, ui? (Errh, we?)
God: ai, iu. (Ayh, you.)
Adam & Eve: au! (Owh!)
God: Begone scrumpers!
Paradise Lost!!
Adam & Eve: !?!?
God: Wwc! (Woosh!)
Adam & Eve: o^ (Awh!)
One quarter of English
That the I be in and of an it
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half of English in a hundred words
Since man has been made
for how much its time
can he or she go on
as we are from here?
A them-and-us will not do.
Then the one, well up,
shall have most there is,
so an-other, than him, had
no-thing but be thru with it all,
which some must now,
til who two would, where could,
come to good, that was his
tho her own, by what you said,
when their might may yet see out
my of your right even our such,
they, too, at first just, were in
after, if only about: why should I
like those new over me any more?
Half of English in 100 (short-hand) words
Sns mn v bn md,
f4 q mc ts tm
kn h or c g on,
z w b, fr hr?
a e-n-u l nt do.
3n, 3 1, wel p,
v mos e b,
s a-o3, 3n h, hd
no-3ng bt b 3r w3 i ol,
tc sm ms na,
tl w 2 d, wr kd,
km 2 gd, 3t bn hs,
30 r 0n, b wt y sd,
wn 3e mt m8 yt sy qt
m, 0 yor, rt yn qr sc,
38, tw, at 1st j, bn in
af, if onl abt: w1 d 1
lk 3os nw ov m en m4?
Code hints:
b = be, am, is, are.
0 = ou (owe/oh)
1 = I/ai (as in aisle
)
2 = to
3 = th (and the
)
4 = or
Ulysses
The mallard line flying-boats
skimmed the lake sparkle
eyed a toddler in their wake.
He held the pretty pets
in rapture with arms out-
stretched to make a capture.
His face shone doomed liners
deck-tipping slide as climb
and fall stars from the skies.
A careless tug on his harness
link sobered the tot back
from the brink. Passion spent
only in bondage, Ulysses
the pert took these quack
Sirens for a free concert.
touch tabu
Her clouded blue eye
cornered a half-Earth
seen from the Moon.
This wrapped tot
in a cosy bonnet
trembling pretender
to a tea-pot pouring
fingers on seated knee
she fixed orbit
on a jolting bus.
Returned to Earth
mother shakes anchor
from honored guest
meant no personal
slight in guarding
off-spring from aliens.
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enjoy your trip?
At kid kamikaze pilots, parents blaze:
Look where youre going! Mind out of the way!
Pavement railings, holding he4ad-long escapes
from school, are memorials to their stray.
A small face glimpsed, intent on blunder,
turns in on me. Mum name-screeches at him.
My hands sandwich-board his chest and back
into a pivot for my global spin.
As inertia of oceans more slowly feels
Earths momentum, force, transfered
from a sudden stop, waves up my spine
to hurl me by a window, hands first
onto the piss water-marked flag-stones
currency notes that pass from foot to foot.
Back to babyhood crawl in the dirt,
I stagger-up off without backward look.
Neither mother nor child spoke a word.
Give me a lever and I can move the world.
or the bogeyman will get you
Dont run out onto the road!
Look both ways before you go.
You're small for drivers to see in range.
Dont accept lifts from strangers.
Dont accept sweets from strangers.
Dont let yourself be grabbed hold of. Danger!
Keep with plenty of other children
when not looked-after; dont be hidden.
Dont go off on your own, near or far,
where no-one knows where you are
and no-one can help
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