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Posted: 3/25/2005 10:25:29 PM | Sorry for the "Double"
En tendre
La place de ma coeur
Just double clicked, but it sounds so much more romantic...en francais | |
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Posted: 3/26/2005 1:15:37 PM | Howdy ya'll. Hi Pickles!! French makes anything sound better -- even Corn Flakes. Flacon de Mais!!! FLACON DE MAIS!! It sounds so elegant.
Flacon de Merde sounds equally elegant, but I wouldn't want a bowlful of that in the morning.
So...what do I have in the bag? A few childhood memories of an Easter dinner long ago:
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One Easter Dinner, Encapsulated
(Or: Desperately Seeking Sustenance)
A faint recollection enters my mind today
Of green gravy and lumpy mashed potatoes
Of suffering through another of grandmother's
Horrid dinners
She meant well while Lawrence Welk's band warbled
On the TV
Accompanying our usual load of bellyaching
Our plaintive cries for Kool-Aid even though it was the Devil's Drink
We got milk, homogenized, and we should have been grateful
(Godammit!)
Why was the gravy green?
I've never figured that out
The main course was duck, turkey
Or some freakishly large groundhog that ventured into the house
And didn’t hear my grandmother clydesdaling her way across the hardwood floor
To formally introduce him to his doom
As any good hostess and poor cook would do
The potatoes were lumpy, but that's common knowledge
But lumpy with what, God only knew and He didn't say
Passing the secret to his Son and laughing until Their sides hurt
And we thanked Them for that meal -- that must have killed them
As they watched my well-meaning yet tirelessly inept grandmother prepare it
While smoking a Player's king size, the ashes hovering over every course
Some dropping in, looking like large flakes of pepper
We absorbed it all, even the cigarette ash
Afterwards, we went outside and raided the crab-apple tree
Ate some green ones and prayed to God for a case of the shits
Our Lord did not disappoint
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Can anyone tell me what green gravy is made of? It's like an Unsolved Mystery for me. Don't try making it yourself, it's pretty awful.
Allrighty, I'll do some reading and check up on you guys.
PS: Tera...I happen to like your ramblings. Keep bringing them here and I LOVE your new photo. Buh-buh-Bunny...NOOOO!!! Heh heh. | |
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Posted: 3/26/2005 3:20:22 PM | Hey Goat
You've eaten at my house?
Don't remember that...must have been too much vino!
My daughter read my bunny poems
Called them both sad and wierd
Looked at me and said
"Mummy?
Did you get into my stash of hash?
Did you smoke
Some of my dope?
These aren't remotely funny!"
Sometimes, I think she has her father's sense of humour
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Posted: 3/26/2005 5:23:14 PM | Just time for a Quickie before I'm outa here
In your wisdom you've decided that we should now be Parted
When all along I thought that our real Love had Started
you were awakening me from Sleep...
Your head beneath the covers deep
TWas Not my fault I Farted | |
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Posted: 3/26/2005 5:54:51 PM | An antipodean Dragon was going out to sea
His diet of knights and maidens
Was not good nutritionaly
He'd heard about Omega Acids 9 6 3
How Salmon Cod and Tuna helped coronary arteries
His mates phoned him from the corner
"Don't be late"
The boat is ready we have a Captain and a First mate
A band of happy fishermen we shall be
In pusuit of Omega 9 6 3
So off they went on the briny blue
The dragon had never fished before,
Didn't have a fu*king clue
The waves looked like hills
The dragon was OH so ill
Now we have seen the effects
Of dragons with a cold
The snot produced is something, that frightens the bold
But a dragon ..seasick,
Makes the blood run cold
With each swell he didn't do well
His stomach was so queasy
His friends said
Lie down on the bed
But it wasn't quite that easy
For a dragon's wings are HUGE big things
Quite the impediment
To beds on board a boat
So vertical he remained
Although he felt quite faint
Suddenly, the dragon could no more endure
And upchucked a sea of vomit
all over the cabin floor
A tsunami of Dragon bile
More and more and more.
The dragon, feeling better
Then said to the assembled crew
Thank you guys, but fishing is not for me
Then said to the nutritionist
Fu*k Omega 9 6 3
For you pn
MUAH | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 3/26/2005 7:00:55 PM | Howdy do...good writes and good reads abound here.
Pickles...you cook like that? Impossible! No one can be as bad as my grandmother. Not even me. Your writes are absurd, delightful and pure fun. Love 'em.
Longte...your quickies are far better than my epics. Thanks, eh.
Well, it's movie night here and I've got some cheesy Italian WWII movies to digest before sleep. It's an itch that has to be scratched.
Ya'll be good and turn off the lights when you leave, eh?
G'night. | |
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Posted: 3/26/2005 7:02:07 PM | Evening, all. I'm so egg-cited Easter's almost here. So I'll Hop to it and Hunt up some stuff before the day when Jesus "sh!tteth on the right hand of GAWD ! his Father." And before (Zech 9:9):" The King comes on thee. He is .... lowly, and rides on his ass." And since there is no erection unto heaven yet (being the Saturday), it would be fitting to drop a few on DEATH ! The first by yours truly:
DISCLAIMER TO THE READER: No overt statements, nor even vague suggestions, were made in the following poems towards any reference of "green gravy". The authors neither endorse nor admire any conclusive derivation thereof.
THE REPLY
Remembering the weekly benediction,
its tangible proof in childrens' smiles
and the kindness of the stooped old ladies
who shuffled in simple-minded piety,
the climber this time in earnest prayed,
exhorting God in muted staccatos
to the rhythm of his spikes clicking into rockface
and the exigent windgusts sculpting the step
that suddenly crumbled, the air bouncing him
on the way down like a demented porpoise
before prostrate in the bracken with arms outstretched
is his stilled half-halo in the haunting wind.
This by D. H. Lawrence:
THE END, THE BEGINNING
If there were not an utter and absolute dark
of silence and sheer oblivion
at the core of everything,
how terrible the sun would be,
how ghastly it would be to strike a match, and make a light.
But the very sun himself is pivoted
upon the core of pure oblivion,
so is a candle, even as a match.
And if there were not an absolute, utter forgetting
and a ceasing to know, a perfect ceasing to know
and a silent, sheer cessation of all awareness
how terrible life would be !
how terrible it would be to think and know, to have consciousness !
But dipped, once dipped in dark oblivion
the soul has peace, inward and lovely peace. | |
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Posted: 3/27/2005 8:03:20 AM | Howdy all. Happy Easter.
Rory...I thought that passage was in the book of Fallopians? Or we could quote the Book of Ovulations [3:12]: "And Hebukah tied his ass to a tree and walked into Gamorah..."
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Oh, wait...that was something else. Sorry.
And we will never speak of the green gravy until next year.
Loved The Reply, pardner. It's a clipper and a keeper. Thanks! I also really like the poets and poems you're putting in here as well. I've never read that D H Lawrence one before but I quite like it. The Scoulding one as well (that was his name, right? I'm too lazy to check) was awfully good -- I could hear the voice in it still.
Pickles...don't change, eh. You've a great, interesting, bent, creative mind.
Happy Easter to all. Miz, Kobold, Longte, Wolf, Pickles, Rory...er who else? Agent...can't forget him...and all the lurkers that lurk. Here's a chocolate-covered haiku for ya'll. Watch out for the chewy centre:
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Jesus rose this day
And so did the hot biscuits
I eat and give thanks
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See you all tomorrow! | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 3/27/2005 8:15:03 AM | My dog is quite orgasmic
I put marmite on her bone
Just a liitle treat I gave her
When I finally got home
She spent hours licking it off
With a lovely slurpy sound
A very spoiled Labrador
That's my hound.
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Posted: 3/27/2005 9:50:40 AM | Easter Bunny
Part 2
Fortunately the shot was clean and true
I picked the Easter bunny up
He was a good size too
I took him up to the lake although the snow's still there
Skinned him with expertise
Removed all his hare (haha get it?)
Now a few hours later
Cooking I espy
A steaming tasty casserole
Rabbit Pot Pie
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Posted: 3/27/2005 10:00:26 AM | Easter Bunny
Part 3
We all ate the pie with gusto
Our appetites were sated
We sat and burped and scratched ourselves
I think some even farted
Didn't have to serve dessert
Didn't really hafta......because....
When you have Easter Bunny Pot Pie
There upon your plate
It really is a one dish meal
The Pie tastes like chocolate
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Posted: 3/27/2005 6:33:28 PM | Good Evening
I hope everyone is full of turkey and Goat is that you gobbling in the corner?....man you must of ate to much...lol
Just going to drop this off before I head to bed, I have a headache that just won't go...so going to rest...
Wrote this tonight, not sure anymore, kinda in a slump with writing and life..but hey still smiling as much as I can....and still no takers so gotta keep moving on...lol
Take care
Nighters all...hugssss
Darkness and Innocence
She was innocent like a baby lamb
Trying to remain pure and clean
Always searching for salvation
And what life really means
Temptations of the night
Cry out to her heart
Calling begging tempting her
Willing to break her apart
Tearing at her guarded walls
Trying to get inside
Searching to find her weakness
The one she always hides
Pulling her in so many ways
Fearful she may break
Tugging at her inner thoughts
Is more then she can take
Can she hold on to her beliefs?
Or will temptation win
Will her heart remain pure and innocent?
Or become tainted with sin
The darkness invades the night
Arise with temptations of sin
Will this night be the final one?
Where the darkness wins……
Miz..
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Posted: 3/27/2005 10:13:33 PM | Greetings , all. I hope everyone's weekend is going swimmingly. And even though it's the day when Jeshua apparently arose like reheated leavened bread from his oven-tomb, I'm laying down two poems of bleakness and dissolution. Just because I'm a contrarian, and I'm feelin' down today. The first is by me:
DESOLATE, DARK
November day, desolate, dark
with foreboding. A dour weight
presses down the already low,
dense, grey cloudmass, impregnated
with more monotonous, damp stories.
The forlorn lighthouse flares uselessly.
The waves are drowning, shooting up
the imposing rock. Privately,
tiny birds pray in the trees.
Faces I pass look vaguely uncertain.
The starfish sticks in the seagull's throat,
one arm still pointing out.
A seaplane whines like a child after Christmas.
A hole widens in the thick clouds.
I wait for a black claw to descend.
This from the American poet John Berryman who committed suicide a year after writing this in his last book of poetry:
DESPAIR
It seems to be dark all the time.
I have difficulty walking.
I can remember what to say to my seminar
but I don't know that I want to.
I said in a Song once: I am unusually tired.
I repeat that & increase it.
I'm vomiting.
I broke down today in the slow movement of K.365.
I certainly don't think I'll last much longer.
I wrote: "There may be horribles."
I increase that.
(I think she took her little breasts away.)
I am in love with my excellent baby.
Crackles ! in darkness hope; & disappears.
Lost arts.
Vanishings.
Walt ! We're downstairs,
even you don't comfort me
but I join your risk my dear friend & go with you.
There are no matches
Utter, His Father, one word | |
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Posted: 3/28/2005 6:32:27 AM | The snot factory has shut down for the week
The buckleys is now being tasted, it does reek
The kleenex has been used, god help all those poor trees
I've sucked back more lozenges that a hypochondriac sees
Sinuses dripping like a busted old faucet are finally clear
No more feverish dreams of super human monsters will appear
Coherant as much as can be expected from me and my voices
Now back to the writings, the games, the rages and the choices | |
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Posted: 3/28/2005 2:13:37 PM | Good Day everyone
Just going to drop this one off...wrote it for the new contest...but thought would post it here to...
talk to you all later
Lips Hips and Fingertips
Ignite my passion and sear my soul
Touch my body making it whole
Caress my skin with your mouth and tongue
Whisper in my ear I am the only one
Need to please me want so much to show
To teach me about my body all the pleasure I need to know
My body arches when you touch its heart
Feeling I am torn into two separate parts
One is afraid of the pain the other wants more
Not wanting to lose this feeling letting my body soar
Soaring to a place feeling the pleasure that has just begun
With your lips hips and fingertips I am lost and become undone
Your caress heals my heart and captures my soul
Making me feel loved wanted and whole
Lips hips and fingertips caress more then my skin
Gentle caresses placed upon my soul my heart you did win...
Miz | |
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Posted: 3/28/2005 5:59:29 PM | Howdy all.
I've got what Tera has. Ugh...I hate being sick. So, I'm heading to sleep it off pretty quick and I only have a little imagination (and certainly not as much as Tera has).
But, first, hello to Miz. Good to see you back here with your sensuous presence. You cheer me up.
And a big HOWDEEEE to Tera. Buckley's...it tastes like pine needle jism, but it works. I'll go and get some and see if it'll unblock my sinuses. Thanks for your inspired efforts. Always love 'em.
Pickles...heh heh...whatever you have, I want some too. That mind of yours is too good to not share with us. Heh heh. Keep on keeping on.
Okay...a pithy haiku for me and I'll go:
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A chamber of snot
Rests just below my eyeballs
It isn't salty
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Yep...I'm going out for Buckley's. Anyone want anything?
Well, too bad.
G'night you guys....the poetry will resume tomorrow. | |
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Posted: 3/28/2005 6:03:49 PM | Sorry to hear your sick hun..get better, hugssssssss to you...
take buckleys it tastes bad but works...just like the commercials...lol
hope your feeling better, and I always have the sensual side there,just kobold has rubbed off on me...lol...I am to much of an old romantic soul to lose that part of me...
Glad I can make you feel better...little scratches for the Goat...pat on the butt...now go on to bed...
Nite all..
Miz | |
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Posted: 3/28/2005 7:33:33 PM | Sorry hear you're sick Goat. Hope ya feel better soon.
Hey Miz, *rub, rub*, good poem, even if it isn't dark
Been in a strange mood lately, non-writing one of course. Still not getting any sleep. Oh well, I enjoy coming hear and reading also. Keep up the good writes!
Cya! | |
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Posted: 3/28/2005 9:10:47 PM | goat, get tylenol sinus...buckleys is useless as a decongestant. The pharmacist was nice enough to point that out to me. Get the day/night combo pack. day for being alert but pressure free, night for sleeping.
Good luck hun. | |
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Posted: 3/29/2005 3:58:22 AM | If you have what I have goat, here's all you need.
Zinc lozenges for the sore throat (lots of fluids, lots of rest, hot tea for the sore throat)
tylenol sinus for the sinuses (or any other sinus decongestant)
buckleys for when you start coughing.
alternate heat and cold packs to bring down the fever.
mine took a week (everyone else's, 3 weeks) to get over
make sure you have uber soft kleenex or you'll have dry cracked skin (if you do, use unscented, lotions, others are oweeeee stingy) | |
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Posted: 3/29/2005 7:07:24 AM | Scientifically proven
That this remedy
Will dry up your snot
Let you sinus run Free
Help with the chills
Take it from me
Cold FX is the best remedy
Hot toddy recipe.
Lemon\
Honey to your own taste
Ribena/
Huge slug of brandy
Mix
Drink
AAAHHHH
Get better goat
pickles | |
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Posted: 3/29/2005 12:41:49 PM | Head full of snot,
insides a yellow/green clot.
They call me the Goat;
on my phlegm I can float.
When I sneeze I spray a load
of green doggerel in code.
Now I take to my bed
and hold my ninety pound head. | |
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Posted: 3/29/2005 5:47:29 PM | Crushed
Like somebody’s standing on my chest,
I am finding it hard to breathe,
At breaking point, I must attest,
My thoughts now begin to seethe.
It is all falling apart,
The walls of sanity crumbling,
And now begins the start,
Of the fall that is so humbling.
Pile upon pile,
Heaved on to my soul,
With frequency and guile,
It begins to take its toll.
No one can help me,
I am on my own,
Left to my misery,
The outcome unknown.
~Kobold~ | |
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Posted: 3/29/2005 6:03:34 PM | Howdy all....I am bored...lol..and thats not a good thing...but what can you do?...bored and alone a combination that should spur creativity, but it hasn't...
Kobold you keep rubbing me and they might get the wrong idea...lol...but it's ok..I won't tell the Goat you keep passing some of your darkness over to me...he seems to like the sensual side of me...lol
well I am just going to drop this off then off to bed, a busy day and lots of fresh air I was ready for bed at 6..lol..
nighters and hugs to all....
Fallen angel
She sat alone in the coffee shop
Not speaking to anyone
Just sitting alone and thinking
Until her thoughts become undone
As the night falls she searches
For the one that will soothe her soul
And for a short time can accomplish
Making her feel semi whole
She looks for someone who is rich in heart
With hair as dark as the night
Someone who won’t ask any questions
Just do what is needed to make her right
She plays the game of cat and mouse
Whenever the night calls
This misplaced angel
At night will always fall
Into the web of deception
Falling for the sweet lies of deceit
But longing to one day be held
And maybe she can meet
A man who can fill her life
And make it feel complete
Someone with whom she never feels
Like she must always compete
Partnership and family
A life of passion and love
Longing to be a part of it all
To be mated forever like the doves
But each night when darkness falls
Her cat and mouse games begin
Until the prince she longs for
Comes to rescue her from these sins……
Miz | |
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Posted: 3/29/2005 6:45:23 PM | Hey peoples. Yes, I'm still alive and thanks for your concerns and remedies. I think I have this cold licked. Another day of rest will take care of it. Of course, I made the mistake of going to work today and I'll make the potentially bigger mistake of going in tomorrow.
Yup, I'm a putz. Oh well.
I've also been reading here tonight...good tips and good poems.
Pickles...I'll try that remedy for the next cold. Anything with booze in it can't be bad. I used to use single-malt scotch and honey and that opened up the pipes. Thanks fer thinking of me, dear.
Rory...sorry I missed you yesterday. I never thought you'd write a poem about snot, but you got me. There's something delightfully awful about snot that demands poetry. I may have a few more of those in the future. Loved yesterday's contribution as well.
Kobold...good to see you in poetic form again. How's the healing process going? I read you haven't been sleeping much and that can have an effect on the ol' word factory. Looks like you crested that rise in fine form. Missed ya, man and thanks.
Miz...sure I like your sensuousness, but you do dark very well. I think I'd like your grocery list if you posted it here in stanzas...you have the music in your words, even when you're bored. Bless ya.
Tera...ah, you. Thanks for the info. For some reason, I thought Buckley's was a decongestant. Maybe because it's so horrid that even snot doesn't stick to it? Perhaps it's an incidental decongenstant rather than an active one? Ah, well. I'm doing the green tea thing tonight, plus I had a Subway sub with extra jalapenoes on it. That opened up the holes. My appetite hasn't been curbed at all, which is a good thing I think.
Well, I'll see what I have in the tickle trunk for a poem. It may just be a haiku again. My creative self isn't quite ambulatory yet.
Back in a bit. | |
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