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Posted: 9/9/2004 6:41:15 PM | Good thing you left Grande Prairie when you did, then. I think they have some ugly weather there as well.
I think you came from there...didn't you? My memory is getting hazy these days.
Thanks, Holly. I'm really going to bed now. Old and tired I am, I am.
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Posted: 9/9/2004 8:22:36 PM | Army men, Green Ones
I had some when I was 5,
I also had a BB gun...
only allowed to shoot at bottles
stood them up on an old rotted out log in the ditch by the house
you know the one.... with the red clays sides..
when you crawled through it , mama would get so mad cause the stains in the knees would NEVER come out
there were brown bottles and green ones...ones we picked up by the railroad track...
never coke bottles (any kind of soda water is a coke you know...whether it be a grape nehi or a mountain dew..the bottle with the hillbilly on it....or even a dr. Pepper...this was the south) cause you could trade them in for money... 3 cents to be exact at that time....
at any rate... the army men....
my dad asked if I wanted to use them for target practice....have a war... set them up... two sides and take turns shooting at the other persons army
so i very carefully set my men up...strategically.... not like the redcoats would've fought...but like an Indian.
then the time came we took turns we shot them ....
even used those black cat firecrackers for bombs
all the men were down...both sides
the tears came...
he had not told me it would destroy my army men to play the game
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Posted: 9/10/2004 6:38:43 PM | Sukari....the detail you give us is incredible. I can feel the red clay on my hands, smell the hint of Dr. Pepper in sun-baked bottles. Ah....
Thanks for adding to this barn of poetry.
Now, why did I think Holly was from Grande Prairie? I must be missing a few brain cells this week. Maybe I'd better stop drinking the Listerine and use it like the directions say?
Nah....
Well, here's another one from the I Rember strain. I don't know how this goes, as I'm making it up on the spot.
Ready? Okey-dokey:
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I Remember – Vol. VI
Fever dreams
As delirious as they sound
As crazy as a snake’s armpit
Funny how things make sense
When your brain is being cooked alive
I remember having a fantasy
Where air floated
In solid-hollow chunks above my head
And I had to seize one and bite into it
To draw a simple breath
And when the fever passed
It was a pleasure to be able to inhale
Without permission
Without effort
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Pick a point and away we go. Odd what half a glass of Coke (Coca-Cola that is) does for you.
Well, I'll try to be back tomorrow. Another fun day awaits, so I may be later than usual. Don't wait up...I have a key for the door. | |
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Posted: 9/10/2004 9:23:37 PM | a fever dream...
it is always a nightmare
always in a cold place..
once, during an archaeological dig
on the yellow river.... northern wisconsin
snow on the ground.... black powder bear season
digging, using the trowel
using the paint brush
drawing ,graphing, taking pictures
measuring, using the transit...
finding trade beads..fire cracked rocks....
broken sherds and lodge pole signs
wearing a flannel shirt... a reversable dark blue light blue down vest
and an old army jacket I had bought in galveston on a trip to col. bubbies
after lunch....a crazy sandwich....made by another student..applesauce peanut butter and ham.
the fever struck... so I slept.. .on the ground for a while til time to go back in
and I dreamed.... the Indians spoke to me... the ones from long ago..
whose home I had disturbed...
telling me about the bears.....
they didn't think much of the black powder hunters that day...
men with their flintlock rifles
not that they minded people hunting for food...
but their hearts wernt right.... and it worried them
they said you had to have your heart in the right place
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Posted: 9/11/2004 6:01:33 PM | *walks in...looks around.......*
it's getting a little lonely in here........but, the silence is a welcome friend. speaking of welcome friends.......gooooooat!!!!!!! i miss you!!!! it's been weeks!! this is completely unacceptable........
anyway, i'll be in the corner napping when you get here goat.....wake me up....i want to hear about the last couple of weeks for you.
brought you a treat, by the way.....what? you thought i'd come empty handed. never...always treats for my goaty.......even if they are just some bruised and slightly (okay...more than slightly) rotted tomatoes and other assorted veggies.
* wanders over to the pile of clean hay in the corner to lie down and dream nice dreams.....* | |
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Posted: 9/13/2004 5:03:15 PM | Hi Dakota!! Howdy all!!
What a crappy weekend, followed by a craptacular day at work. And I see I have some catching up to do...let's see what I have in my other pants...
Here we go:
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I Remember – Vol. VII
I remembered that I forgot the time
Its patient pasts sweeps
Me into a mild torrent
Of cause and effect
Pleasure and pain
Boredom and keen interest
I remembered that time went so quickly
I couldn’t gauge it accurately
And I couldn’t feel its passage
I forgot about the time
But the time didn’t forget about me
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I guess I'm a couple poems behind. I'll have to dig around in my little brain and see what I have later. For now...well, I shall return.
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Posted: 9/13/2004 5:18:52 PM | time.... what is it exactly.... how does it work
can you pray about something that you want to happen...
even if it is after when it should have happened as long as you don't know that it happened yet...
can it work that way...
because you don't know the outcome yet can your wishes desires prayers be retroactive | |
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Posted: 9/13/2004 7:56:02 PM | Sukari, you said a lot there. I've been looking at time, it's properties for a long -uh- well, a long time. I can't even verbalize an answer to the question: "What is the nature of time" and that's even after reading Stephen Hawking's book. Is it a fluid? A loop? A fluid loop? A loopy fluid? A bag of air with no open ends?
Man, after a beer I could really get into examining this. Alas, there is no beer and time is getting on.
So, here's another catch-up poem. It ain't even close to art, but it's being posted. A trip to the grocery store inspired me, as you'll see here:
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Outside the Box
There's just something wrong
With gravy in a box
Powdered animal juice
Laced with salt
And more chemicals
Than is found in Mr. Clean
But it seems to taste fine
When coupled with it's mate:
Instant mashed potatoes
Let my digestive system
Take that
And we'll deal with the
Leftovers around midnight
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Okay...I may have another catch-up poem in the bag. But, I may not. We'll see how I feel in a few minutes or so. If I'm not back in an hour, I'll see you tomorrow. | |
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Posted: 9/13/2004 8:24:00 PM | Then fly! May the angels and wings of American Airlines protect you. Don't eat the fish.
Make sure to write, though.... | |
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Posted: 9/14/2004 5:10:03 AM | around midnight...
were you visited by the 3 ghosts?
did you learn about yourself
your life...
or do the preservatives keep those ghosts lurking for more inopertune times..
when least expected | |
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Posted: 9/14/2004 5:40:27 PM | Goodness. I got bumped to page two. That hasn't happened until today. Yee...
Sukari...no ghosts visited me last night. But I had a blackfly for company. Bugger bit me a couple of times, too. I fixed his hash, alright.
Well, I see I need to catch up....here's one:
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The Tweens Play Tennis
The tweens play tennis
In the court inside my view
They dart and pounce
At that poor, yellow ball
Banging it askew
The tweens strain hard
To reach every lob
No matter if it’s in bounds or not
It’s nailed back swiftly
They treat it like a job
The tweens never keep score
That would ruin the fun
Often the ball never reaches the ground
Perpetually hanging in air
Keeping them on the run
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I'll get to work on number two and then the "daily" poems will be caught up. Yes, I treat this all so seriously. See my face? See the seriousness? Yar.
Later. | |
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Posted: 9/14/2004 6:43:48 PM | Here's another, as promised. This town really exists as far as I know...maybe we should visit it one day. You know...just to see what goes on there:
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The Corner Where Hand Meets Phallus
I discovered a town called
Wanker’s Corner
It hides in Oregon
Shadowed by Portland
I wonder
If the wankers gather at the corner
(and which corner)
Or if they commune along
The streets
And wank
And thank the gods that
They can express themselves
In a free and open manner
But, then
It could be just an unfortunate name
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There. All caught up. Remember, there's a fresh one every day even though they don't smell all that fresh.
Tomorrow, then.
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Posted: 9/14/2004 9:41:19 PM | | Excellent! *sorry for floodin with so many threads... lol But it was a very good use of words my friend. | |
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Posted: 9/15/2004 6:09:40 AM | Morning all. Just ready to head to the daily grind.
Ticket and Zee...thanks for your words. You are both too kind. Since Ticket is the closest, he should go and check out Wanker's Corner for us and report back. I'm awfully curious about it.
Indeepshitnow...hey,it's okay. I was mildly suprised when I didn't see my thread on page one. Usually we don't get that much traffic here in a day and I thought I got cut from the team, if you know what I mean.
Your poems have a great deal of edge, like a porcupine caught on a barbed wire fence on a sultry day. I like 'em...keep 'em coming. We don't have a lot of hard rules in here, but there are some bits of etiquette that are nice to adhere by. If you're gonna post a lot of poems, set aside your own thread and post within it. It also makes those poems easier to keep track of and it helps people find you a lot more quickly.
You're damned good and I welcome you to the poet's corner. Keep creating. | |
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Posted: 9/15/2004 6:51:18 AM | mornin goat
and i agree - indeep is good and should have his own thread - so post away - but in one thread calling your own whatever - that way we can keep up with you - your talent is raw and sweet ..
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Posted: 9/15/2004 7:57:47 AM | before today....I had no clue what virile meant.......In fact I had never heard of the word......
Man...am I stupid.....I need to go back to school for about......37 yrs....or so....... | |
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