Hobo Jungle
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P&R Pete
THEE for my recitative!
Thee in the driving storm, even as now—the snow—the winter-day declining;
Thee in thy panoply, thy measured dual throbbing, and thy beat convulsive;
Thy black cylindric body, golden brass, and silvery steel;
Thy ponderous side-bars, parallel and connecting rods, gyrating, shuttling at thy sides;
Thy metrical, now swelling pant and roar—now tapering in the distance;
Thy great protruding head-light, fix’d in front;
Thy long, pale, floating vapor-pennants, tinged with delicate purple;
The dense and murky clouds out-belching from thy smoke-stack;
Thy knitted frame—thy springs and valves—the tremulous twinkle of thy wheels;
Thy train of cars behind, obedient, merrily-following,
Through gale or calm, now swift, now slack, yet steadily careering:
Type of the modern! emblem of motion and power! pulse of the continent!
For once, come serve the Muse, and merge in verse, even as here I see thee,
With storm, and buffeting gusts of wind, and falling snow;
By day, thy warning, ringing bell to sound its notes,
By night, thy silent signal lamps to swing.
Fierce-throated beauty!
Roll through my chant, with all thy lawless music! thy swinging lamps at night;
Thy piercing, madly-whistled laughter! thy echoes, rumbling like an earthquake, rousing all!
Law of thyself complete, thine own track firmly holding;
(No sweetness debonair of tearful harp or glib piano thine,)
Thy trills of shrieks by rocks and hills return’d,
Launch’d o’er the prairies wide—across the lakes,
To the free skies, unpent, and glad, and strong.
– Walt Whitman (1876)
Thee in the driving storm, even as now—the snow—the winter-day declining;
Thee in thy panoply, thy measured dual throbbing, and thy beat convulsive;
Thy black cylindric body, golden brass, and silvery steel;
Thy ponderous side-bars, parallel and connecting rods, gyrating, shuttling at thy sides;
Thy metrical, now swelling pant and roar—now tapering in the distance;
Thy great protruding head-light, fix’d in front;
Thy long, pale, floating vapor-pennants, tinged with delicate purple;
The dense and murky clouds out-belching from thy smoke-stack;
Thy knitted frame—thy springs and valves—the tremulous twinkle of thy wheels;
Thy train of cars behind, obedient, merrily-following,
Through gale or calm, now swift, now slack, yet steadily careering:
Type of the modern! emblem of motion and power! pulse of the continent!
For once, come serve the Muse, and merge in verse, even as here I see thee,
With storm, and buffeting gusts of wind, and falling snow;
By day, thy warning, ringing bell to sound its notes,
By night, thy silent signal lamps to swing.
Fierce-throated beauty!
Roll through my chant, with all thy lawless music! thy swinging lamps at night;
Thy piercing, madly-whistled laughter! thy echoes, rumbling like an earthquake, rousing all!
Law of thyself complete, thine own track firmly holding;
(No sweetness debonair of tearful harp or glib piano thine,)
Thy trills of shrieks by rocks and hills return’d,
Launch’d o’er the prairies wide—across the lakes,
To the free skies, unpent, and glad, and strong.
– Walt Whitman (1876)
----Wayne----
Back when I was growing up, if you didn't start someth'n, there wouldn't be noth'n.
--Merle Haggard
Back when I was growing up, if you didn't start someth'n, there wouldn't be noth'n.
--Merle Haggard
I think part of the problem is that some of just don't know what's allowed over here anymore. I mean is this a cute chick on a railroad track, or is it "porn"? I honestly don't know. To me porn is a picture of two whippets in latex with a nekked grandma.


Last edited by 2railjon on Sun Apr 02, 2006 10:39 pm, edited 2 times in total.
Jon,
Do you feel it too? The Jungle seems to be missing something.
Do you feel it too? The Jungle seems to be missing something.
Last edited by Tramp on Sun Apr 02, 2006 9:40 pm, edited 1 time in total.
Do you feel it too?
I've been feeling it!!!(not the plastic hooters, but what you're saying about the jungle) I'm mean it's there, but just dormant. Like a freight train, when it gets derailed, it takes a bit of time to right things and get back up to speed again. It seems like the humor has been stripped away from everyday people.
Hev, That's what I'm talkin' about!!!
Bill started this forum because of someone else's inane puritanical views, let's hope he stays on that hi-ball express!!!
Tramp, some good news this weekend, a money order for 700 whippets arrived while I was out of town on guard duty. I'll send it your way as a down payment on the Virginian. 250 to go!!!!!! Wa-Hoo!!!!!

Tramp, some good news this weekend, a money order for 700 whippets arrived while I was out of town on guard duty. I'll send it your way as a down payment on the Virginian. 250 to go!!!!!! Wa-Hoo!!!!!
- Will
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Sorry Guys, I prefer my jungle without sex. The original jungle over at OGR did just fine without it. It was about poetry and cameraderie and had a nice moody nostalgic feel. You know sex changes everything. We'd be fighting like bull moose over the women.
Besides if I want sex, I have plenty of places on the internet to go. Let it go. Bill gives us plenty of freedom to say what we want. Let's not make his life difficult.
Besides if I want sex, I have plenty of places on the internet to go. Let it go. Bill gives us plenty of freedom to say what we want. Let's not make his life difficult.
Will
Pennsy, still the Standard, or whatever.
Pennsy, still the Standard, or whatever.
You can see much more than this in plenty of movies today . This looks like it should be in pretty ladies with trains . I take no offense with any of it . But I'm an old man.
Do we need to watch over the young-uns? It did seem that someone complained .

roger
I support thread drift.
If God didn't want women to be looked at, He would have made 'em ugly. RAH
I support thread drift.
If God didn't want women to be looked at, He would have made 'em ugly. RAH
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