For the record

[Meng Wong]

At 1:30am on a Monday night, Atlanta sleeps.

Piedmont Park is empty. A warm east wind runs its fingers through the trees. In the lake, the lights of the city swim by, sparkling. Empty office buildings, reflected in ripples, point downward to the moon.

No one else is here.

A hundred acres of meadow, pool, bridge, and path: all yours, beneath two wheels.

--
p133 since 200505

[Sal]

Beautiful!

-Sal

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[Mr. Protocol]

Now, that's writing.

Maith thu, as the Irish say.

[gbrandwood]

Poetry in dynamic-stabilising motion!


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To segue, or not to segue, that is the question.

[apollo]

Some of the best quality posting I've ever seen here on SC. Nice job.
but I have to ask, do you think Piedmont Park is really safe on any given night around 1:30am? Do you glide there regularly? I haven't been there but once (in the daylight) but its not hard to imagine that the park would have its share of drifters and grifters sleeping or hanging around there at night, which would make for an uncomfortable, if not dangerous, gliding environment. But then again, I havn't been there. Maybe all the homeless ppl just hang around North Ave. waiting for college students to bother... it sure seems like it.

[bystander]

A response in rhyme can be bad, or worse,
Any poor grammar can be forgiven in verse.

Perhaps a more fitting response to a poet
is to fit you words into meter, don'cha know it.

Piedmont park is wide and deep,
And I have miles to glide before I sleep.

What's that lurking up on the path ahead?
A drifter, a grifter, or something better left unsaid?

Is it safe on any given night?
Or have I misplaced my sense of fright?

Ah, It's safe here for me and you.
All the creepy folks hang around North Avenue.

[apollo]

ROFL... that was awesome. Thanks bystander.

[albacore]

wow! i'm gob smacked. didn't know gliding could be so romantic.

[panderso]

Who is going to write a book about all there segway experiences or have the segway be an intregal part of a murder mystery novel?

[pam]

The first Segway incorporated into a story was S.M. Stirling's book Conquistador - not integral to the plot, but set the tone for an alternate reality. Must have come out in early 2003. Which meant it was written after the reveal, but before open sale of the HTs.
Pam

[yosgof]

Bystander,

Cool stuff, you just managed to leave the "promises to keep" part out.

Perhaps you might also explore some other avenues such as:

The sun did not shine
It was too late to glide
Alone in the park
On that dark dark dark night

So I set on the bench
Doing nothing at all
In the dark in the park
I saw all the leafs fall

Then all of a sudden
Something went boom
how that boom made me vroom
And I saw him alone
He was gliding like that
I saw Bystander Segging alone in a hat! (actually a boom box with sound feedback :D).


- Yossi
http://gallery.photo.net/photo/3365119-lg.jpg

[bystander]

quote:Originally posted by yosgof

Bystander,

Cool stuff, you just managed to leave the "promises to keep" part out.


I was considering traveling a little further down that road, but I was afraid that whirring sound was Robert Frost spinning in his grave.

[yosgof]

Whose park this is I think I know.
His house is repossessed now though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch these benches fill with snow.
My little Seg must think it queer
To stop without an outlet near
Between the shrubs and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his control shaft a buzz
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and Standers thing.
The park is lovely, dark and large.
But I have batteries to charge,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Now, this will do the grave turning thing for sure :D

- Yossi
http://gallery.photo.net/photo/3365119-lg.jpg

[bystander]

Look what I found when I traveled down this road (http://www.bartleby.com/119/1.html).

...I guess one good turn deserves another...

Two HT models gleamed on the showroom floor,
Sorry I could not purchase them both
As just one glider, contemplate either - or.
I will not put off deciding anymore.
To be dynamically stable, I want to go-th!

But how to choose my ticket to ride?
Lithium-ion is back-ordered a bit.
If right away I wanted to glide,
the choice would be nickel metal hydride.
But double the range is what I see fit.

Eagerly I await the appointed hour
For the HT to arrive, and how!
Another delay; the dealers cower,
leaves me feeling rather dour.
Will I ever glide-on-by now?

I'll take that sound, in a mini-boom box,
and run all around the streets of town,
playing back the tones and knocks,
the groans, the growls, and the squawks,
of that sound, until I'm renown;

for being the glider without a glide.
Is it any wonder I am becoming
a basket case like Jekyll and Hyde,
off the deep end, on the far side?
If only those Saphions were more forthcoming!

[yosgof]

:D:D:D:D:D:D:D

Touche my relentless adversary :D. Now how a bout this one?


Shall I compare thee to a pimped Segway?
Thou art more noisy and more eloquent.
Rough booms do shake the darling streets of Cee-Ai,
And An-Em-H hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of Blinkey shines,
And often is his green complexion dimmed;
And every glide from glide sometime declines,
By chance, or Stander’s changing course quite trimmed.
But thy eternal boombox shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that sound it shouts;
Nor shall dead NiMh brag thou wand'rest in its fade,
When in eternal lines to time thou glid'st,
So long as men can hear or eyes can see,
So long lives boombox, and it lends its sound to thee.


- Yossi
http://gallery.photo.net/photo/3365119-lg.jpg

[bystander]

quote:Originally posted by yosgof

:D:D:D:D:D:D:D

Touche my relentless adverseary :D. Now how a bout this one?


Shall I compare thee to a pimped Segway?
Thou art more noisy and more eloquent.
Rough booms do shake the darling streets of Cee-Ai,
And An-Em-H hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of Blinkey shines,
And often is his green complexion dimmed;
And every glide from glide sometime declines,
By chance, or Stander’s changing course quite trimmed.
But thy eternal boombox shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that sound it shouts;
Nor shall dead NiMh brag thou wand'rest in its fade,
When in eternal lines to time thou glid'st,
So long as men can hear or eyes can see,
So long lives boombox, and it lends its sound to thee.


- Yossi
http://gallery.photo.net/photo/3365119-lg.jpg


Nicely put. If we're competing, I'm afraid I'll have to concede. My rhyme box is nearly empty.