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Posted: 3/29/2005 7:01:19 PM | I'm thankful for indoor plumbing, especially after living in the bush for several years. Though there are little, quaint things about the cabin life that tugs at me once in a while. This one burbled up from one of my former reading places:
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The Bookshelf in the Outhouse
It hung askew, like too-warm testicles
Strong enough to hold a few books
Right within reach of a concentrated sit
I could take a crap in great company
With Schopenhauer, Nietzsche, Plato
The Dalai Lama smiled down at me
Compassionately
Yet he never had any paper
But I couldn’t fault him
If the Sears catalogue wasn’t there
Kant made a good substitute
Though Nietzsche was more absorbent
And that which doesn’t kill you
Makes you stronger
Tell that to page 138
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Hey, I never said it'd be any good. See you later you guys. Hugs, handshakes and high-fives. Gonch-pulls are around the back. Line up early and bring money. | |
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Posted: 3/30/2005 12:21:03 AM | The sunshine is warm on my face as is the smile that graces it
The birds are chirping in an azure sky as if to welcome me back to life
The grief is melting away slowly like the winters of years gone by
My heart awakening from an emotional coma that seemed to know no end
Taking pleasure in the simple things like I used to long ago
The aroma of good coffee, the melody of a favorite tune, just being alive
I watch the sunrise as the red dawn casts light on the white, snowy peaks
The mountain's majesty and beauty fill me with hope, love and appreciation
A smile still on my face as I look at my brother's picture and I weep with joy
I am alive, I have survived, I am still here to sing my songs of strength
I caress my loved one's face through the glass and place a kiss on his forehead
I promise to live each day as if it were yours, dear heart, and never stray from this path | |
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Posted: 3/30/2005 1:13:39 AM | Tera, ^^ brought a smile to my face, as well.
Miz, being bored is ok, means you're restless and looking to have some FUN, as longte likes to capitalize/emphasize it. Like your recent stuff. Happy to see you continually writing.
Kobold must be really sick if his usual voluminous output has slowed to a trickle. Get better, buddy.
Goat, at least Kant was good for SOMEthing, haha. Only the Goat could take as subject matter a man straining in a freezing stinky outhouse and turn it into wit and uproar.
pickles, wow ! love the new additions, especially the entries in the poetry contest. How long have you actually been writing? You don't just dash those goodies off without some background.
Well, I'm over my Sunday funk. Just had a 2nd date with a gal I met last Wednesday. Seeing each other again this weekend. (She's not a POFer.) If there's a testimonial to be made in the future, I'll be sure to say it was from the flood of gushing e-mail responses I got to my ad, however, so's to squeeze some hard coin from POF. (Just kidding, admin., haha !)
This is by moi:
YOUNG COUPLE KISSING
Young couple kissing
obliviously on the seawall,
over your heads, far
across the glaucous bay,
the smokestack spews,
insignificant or ominous,
into the immense sweep of sky.
If you have some time, this might be worth it. By my fave American poet, Robert Lowell:
THE SEVERED HEAD
Shoes off and necktie, hunting the desired
butterfly here and there without success,
I let nostalgia drown me. I was tired
of pencilling the darker passages,
and let my ponderous Bible strike the floor.
My house was changing to a lost address,
the nameplate fell like a horse-shoe from the door,
where someone, hitting nails into a board,
had set his scaffolding. I heard him pour
mortar to seal the outlets, as I snored,
watching the knobbed, brown, wooden chandelier,
slicing the silence on a single cord.
In the low sun, about to disappear,
each branch was like a stocking-stretcher, cut
into a gryphon clawing upward. Here
and there, dull guilding pocked a talon. What
I imagined was a spider crab, my small
chance of surviving in this room. Its shut
windows had sunken into solid wall.
I nursed my last clear breath of oxygen,
there, waiting for the chandelier to fall,
tentacles clawing for my jugular. Then
a man came toward me with a manuscript,
scratching in last revisions with a pen
that left no markings on the page, yet dripped
a red ink dribble on us, as he pressed
the little strip of plastic tubing clipped
to feed it from his heart. His hand caressed
my hand a moment, settled like a toad,
lay clammy, comfortable, helpless, and at rest,
although his veins seemed pulsing to explode.
His suit was brushed and pressed too savagely;
one sleeve was shorter than his shirt, and showed
a glassy cuff-link with a butterfly
inside. Nothing about him seemed to match,
and yet I saw the bouillon of his eye
was the same color as his frayed mustache,
too brown, too bushy, lifted from an age
when people wore mustaches. On each lash,
a tear had snowballed. Then he shook his page,
tore it to pieces, and began to twist
and trample on the mangle in his rage.
"Sometimes I ask myself, if I exist,"
he grumbled, and I saw a sheet of glass
had fallen inches from us, and just missed
halving our bodies, and behind it grass-
green water flushed the glass, and fast fish stirred
and panted, ocean butterflies. A mass
of shadows followed them like moths, and blurred
tentacles, thirsting for a drop of life,
panted with calm inertia. Then I heard
my friend unclasp a rusty pocket-knife.
He cut out squares of paper, made a stack,
and formed the figure of his former wife:
Square head, square feet, square hands, square breasts, square back.
He left me. While the light began to fail,
I read my Bible till the page turned black.
The pitying, brute, doughlike face of Jael
watched me with sad inertia, as I read--
Jael hammering and hammering her nail
through Sisera's idolatrous, nailed head.
Her folded dress lay underneath her head. | |
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Posted: 3/30/2005 4:31:10 AM | Just sneaking past on my way to do Dragon type things
Some really good stuff happening in here lately
Curled up on my bed... window open wide
Somehow through the flyscreen... a mossie got inside
Waiting 'till I'm comatose, drifting off to sleep
Finding the right spot.... Driving in real deep
Bloodthirsty little mongrel... Feeding in the dark
Siphoning my blood away as if it is a lark
Waking hearing buzzing noises flitting round my head
Whacking here and scratching there wishing he was dead
Think I've finally got him..... Silence everywhere
Settling right back down to sleep and Buzzing fills the Air
Horrid little critter's got more lives than a cat
Flailing arms and legs but I cannot hear a Splat
Get out of bed.... Turn on the light... Looking everywhere
Little barstards vanished.... No trace of him appears
Curling back up on the bed because its getting late
Waiting for the Buzzing sound ... wait and Wait........... and wait
Think this is a good time to start breeding spiders | |
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Posted: 3/30/2005 5:10:40 PM | Thanks Rory, I am feeling better. Still having sleep issues. My main draw back is that I'm running out of ideas for poems. But I have on for tonight.
The Brethren
They have been around for thousands years,
Watching us as we progress by leaps and bounds,
Feeding and thriving off our inner most fears,
Their existence, to the intellectual, confounds.
Living beneath the ground out of sight,
In a labyrinth of tunnels running deep,
They for most part only come out at night,
To invade and steal away our dreams as we sleep.
They feed off the rotting tissue of our buried dead,
But once preferred immensely the taste of the living,
As our technology advanced further and further ahead,
Fear of eventual discovery lent to their misgivings.
They wait for the time man will misuse his power,
And in his arrogance lays waste to what we’ve come to know,
When this will happen, no one knows of the minute or the hour,
But when it eventually does happen, they’ll be ready to go.
In the darkness they will no longer hide,
On rotting flesh they’ll no longer feast,
As they rise up without haste worldwide,
From their fear they’ve finally been released.
On the living the Brethren will take hold,
Their hunger seemingly unquenchable,
As you stare into their eyes, black and cold,
And realize that now they are unstoppable.
They’ll wreak havoc upon mankind,
Unleashed in a feeding frenzy so fierce,
Your flesh and bone in their jaws they’ll grind,
The heart of man and his fear, they’ll pierce.
But it doesn’t need be this way,
If, from his arrogance, man turned,
But if it doesn’t happen soon someday,
We’re all going to eventually get burned.
~Kobold~ | |
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Posted: 3/30/2005 7:47:25 PM | Young couple kissing
Obliviously on the sea wall
Playing tonsil hockey
Swapping spit, free for all
Grinding into each other wishing they could be
Naked next to each other
Balls and breasts hanging free
Don't notice the tide
Don't notice the sea
As it begins to receed
Way out to sea
Wrapped up with each other
Still wrestling their tongues
Don't see the wave coming
Don't hear the song
That screams as the wave crashes into the shore
A mountainous wall, and in their horror
The try to run, but it's too late
They are destined to their watery fate | |
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Posted: 3/30/2005 8:12:56 PM | Phew! Made it here at last. Been a busy day, alright. And the cold is all but gone...the NyQuil and green tea treatment works after all.
Good reads here tonight, a lot of snogging on the seawall, a severed head...well, there's a lot of variety here. AND a new font is unleashed on POF...cool...
Tera...God, girl...that was beyond words. You have captured my compassion. It's hard to hug ya through this thing, but I can try. Bless you for posting it here.
Rory...Kant was good for a wipe or two, but nothing replaces good ol' a*** wipe. And you've had TWO dates? You're way ahead of me, since I've had exactly zero. I have made some good friends here, though...none of them are local. Ah, well -- I'd just have to wear pants and be social...feh... That Robert Lowell poem was purty neat too. I'm saving that one...thanks... I liked the short and sweet one you did too.
Longte...heh heh...you're still the king. You're good to read, man. Don't change what you're doing.
Kobold...still excellent, still fresh. I have trouble coming up with ideas at times, but somehow something strikes me when I least expect it. Keep on healing up, sleeping it off if you're able and the ideas will start walking in on you at the strangest times. Trust me.
Pickles...you took that ball and ran with it too. Ran it descriptively into the ocean, too. When I was in Vancouver, the sea wall made me nervous. Maybe I'm too used to landlocked Saskabush, but all that water so close by just gave me the willies. Maybe it's a salt water thing?
Okay...a poem is coming riiight up. Jussa sec... | |
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Posted: 3/30/2005 8:17:15 PM | Okay...here it is:
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Sympathy for the Salisbury Steak
“It makes it’s own gravy”
The package exclaimed
In bright yellow letters
It makes something, but it isn’t gravy
It’s more like lubrication
For the Inevitable Passage
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Yup...terrible. Sorry about that. It's been a long day.
Say..where's Miz today? Hm.
Okay..g'night ya'll. | |
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Posted: 3/31/2005 12:24:23 AM | Young couple kissing
obliviously on the seawall
QUIT LICKING EACH OTHER'S DENTAL WORK
AND HEAD FOR THE HILLS !!!!
SWAY DANCING
Sway dancing
sax man blowing
your tits jiggling
dancers jostling
broadly smiling
sweat forming
both of us hoping
the song's never ending
One more from Robert Lowell:
THE DRINKER
The man is killing time-- there's nothing else.
No help now from the fifth of Bourbon
chucked helter-skelter into the river,
even its cork sucked under.
Stubbed before-breakfast cigarettes
burn bull's-eyes on the bedside table;
a plastic tumbler of alka seltzer
champagnes in the bathroom.
No help from his body, the whale's
warm-hearted blubber, foundering down
leagues of ocean, gasping whiteness.
The barbed hooks fester. The lines snap tight.
When he looks for neighbors, their names blur in the window,
his distracted eye sees only glass sky.
His despair has the galvanized color
of the mop and water in the galvanized bucket.
Once she was close to him
as water to the dead metal.
He looks at her engagements inked on her calendar.
A list of indictments.
At the numbers in her thumbed black telephone book.
A quiver full of arrows.
Her absence hisses like steam,
the pipes sing...
even corroded metal somehow functions.
He snores in his iron lung,
and hears the voice of Eve,
beseeching freedom from the Garden's
perfect and ponderous bubble. No voice
outsings the serpent's flawed, euphoric hiss.
The cheese wilts in the rat-trap,
the milk turns to junket in the cornflakes bowl,
car keys and razor blades
shine in an ashtray.
Is he killing time? Out on the street,
two cops on horseback clop through the April rain
to check the parking meter violations--
their oilskins yellow as forsythia. | |
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Posted: 3/31/2005 12:50:12 AM | I was inspired to write this on another thread...but i think it fits here...
speak now...
or forever hold your peace
im holding my heart in my hands this brief
moment that passes
i wipe my glasses
to see
clearly
the pain that has been brought
and lessons that have been taught
and setup here before me
i tear down the house of cards
disregarding rewards
and benevolance felt
in the rocks that pelt
the exposed heart
the sweet and the tart
the sour and salt
no blame no fault
no assumptions at all
assumed positions fail
they tower and sprout into sails
that bring me too new waters
makes my mind faulter
my perceptions are altered
my soul crys out, and wails
stop the insanity
it is often i see
man and women fail miserably
but misery loves company
it hates to be alone
in the dark
it is an art
to discover the wondrous treasures bought
and souled
in the ark over troubled waters that boil
and froth
and toss us about
and leave us with no wind in our sails
it is ineviteble to fail
for balance is the act falling in all directions at once.
just love with out question and be blessed
thats all god wants from us.
Th30ry | |
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Posted: 3/31/2005 6:18:09 AM | Hello everyone....
Can’t seem to find the words My thoughts are lost today
Nothing wants to be written down in any kind of way
Was told my words were sensuous, brought smiles to your face
That things wouldn’t be the same, if I didn’t post in this place
A break is needed my mind is beginning to wear
Written 58 poems since January this year
So for now I will leave you with this little tryst
An ode for the goat my shopping list........
I need to buy milk eggs and flour so that I can bake
Can you smell the delectable brownies I will make?
Want some pasta and some lean beef for my meal
Some mozza and sauce for lasagna what a deal
Can’t forget the daily essentials, butt wipe and soap
Oh I almost forgot toothpaste, I feel like a dope
Vodka and juice the last thing on my list today
Hurry up to the cash so I can be on my way
Oh crap the lines are all full what a sight to see
Guess I will have to read the gossips till they serve me
So there you have it a simple chore done today
I will leave you with hugs and kisses and be on my way....
Take care all...will be back later when my mind can work again...
Miz
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Posted: 3/31/2005 9:40:19 AM | Yesterday was hard. Mom and I gathered the strength and maybe a bit of stupidity, to go through all of my brother's childhood belongings and pack them away, keep what we want etc. Was extrememly hard, but it needed to be done. I look at it as the last thing to do in order to let Brandon go, allow him to be free. Thought I'd write a little poem about it.
I was in a rage that no one could tame, not by whip or consoling words
Peice by peice I sorted through his life, memories were all that were left to be heard
A boisterous child, a compassionate man, a brother's life reduced to a box of memories
The shadow of who he once was, I have now released him to frolic amongst the trees
No longer bound by report cards and awards, now untethered to do as he wishes
To soar above the heavans, to see life's wonders, to dive in the ocean with the fishes
He is gone but I am still bound to the life that he left behind him.forevermore
I hold his judo uniform, his handprint ashtray, all the memories of his first score
I weep for joy, I weep for pain, I weep for both of us, I weep for all that he was and won't be
I smile for his sake, I smile for my own, as I put the lid back on the box, he is finally free | |
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Posted: 3/31/2005 9:42:22 AM | Miz, thanks alot, now i have the irresistable urge to go make brownies.
must
be
domestic!
AUGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! | |
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Posted: 3/31/2005 10:38:32 AM | Lmao sorry Tera...got a recipe for you if done just right(not overcooked they are soooooooooo yummy)...
I am glad to see that your trying to move on, even though it is hard, you have done the final stage of peace, and your brother is looking down on you smiling,knowing that your healing in your own time, but are better now and able to move on a little more each day....
I am sure he is your gaurdian and will be your strength and guidance even though he is not right beside you in body, he will always be in heart.....
1 2/3 cups granulated sugar
3/4 cup butter or margarine, melted
2 tablespoons water
2 large eggs
2 teaspoons vanilla extract
1 1/3 cups all-purpose flour
3/4 cup NESTLÉ® TOLL HOUSE® Baking Cocoa
1/2 teaspoon baking powder
1/4 teaspoon salt
3/4 cup chopped nuts, (optional)
1 powdered sugar
1. PREHEAT oven to 350°F. Grease 13x9-inch baking pan.
2. COMBINE sugar, butter and water in large bowl. Stir in eggs and vanilla extract. Combine flour, cocoa, baking powder and salt in medium bowl; stir into sugar mixture. Stir in nuts. Spread into prepared baking pan.
3. BAKE for 18 to 25 minutes or until wooden pick inserted in center comes out slightly sticky. Cool completely in pan on wire rack. Sprinkle with powdered sugar. Cut into bars.
Makes 12
LOL...sorry guys just had to do it....sigh...its tough not having female friends in my life to share things like this with, so you guys have to tough it up for this post and let me have my say...ha ha...
Take care tera, enjoy and if you need a friend....I am here..
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Posted: 3/31/2005 11:49:37 AM | mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, they're in the oven. Both cats are sitting at the oven door, watching and smelling intently.
Mmmmmmmmmmmm chocolate.
You know, my mom and I were pretty upset yesterday, about everything that's happened, the injustice of it all. We ended up at Dairy Queen for some super sugary overdosing. Stupid thing is, it made us both feel better.
Sugar, women's anti-depressants.  | |
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Posted: 3/31/2005 11:53:47 AM | not stupid at all...we all have things that make us feel comfortable....and most times for females its chocolate...lol or sweets...
I can't say I know what your going through, but I do know how hard it is to face something and deal with it so that you can move on, you and your mom made a big step in your lives yesterday and you both should be proud of each other....and by being together to do it you gave strength to each other when needed....
Keep strong, I know you can be, and keep putting your thoughts down, it is the best way I found to help deal with things....
and my brownies are in the oven to...mmmmmm...yummy yummy yummy....lol
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Posted: 3/31/2005 2:12:46 PM | OMG...i ate too many brownies! i burnt my mouth on the first one (wait until they cool my ass, i want those suckers gooey!) and now i feel supersized! Nothing like spring cleaning and brownies I tells ya. 
It was a huge step yesterday and i'm glad my mom waited until i was there and didn't try to do it alone. It was the best of times and it was the worst of times. She's making tons of progress. Her and Dad have decided to go ahead and have the surgery to untie mom's tubes so they can try to have a baby! They are 43 and 44 respectively, actually dad is will be 44 in a few weeks and mom will be 45 later in the year. I may be a big sister again! I am nervous and scared for them and excited as well. I only hope they aren't in the mindset of trying to replace Brandon. There is no replacement for that hellion. Here's a poem about an incident we had ages ago after Brandon watched an episode of the simpsons.
The Bart Files
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The spiky, blonde haired demon emerged from the closet with the hammer and the mustard
Hammer raised high, black cape around his shoulders as he shrieked " ON GAURD RETARD"!!!
Rushing down the hallways, banging on the doors, marking the cat with yellow B's
"Oh Brandon" I giggled, "you know you're in trouble, I'll keep quiet if you pay my fees"
With his impish smirk he advanced on me step by step as he said "I'm SMART-O"!
He brandished the bottle at my ample chest, he marked me and yelled "EL BART-O"!!!
We collapsed in shits and giggles as I stole his precious bottle, aimed and found my mark
"Put down the hammer young man" with mock seriousness, "and get your ass to the park"
He understood right away that I was offering to take his place in the blame as I had before
He kissed my cheek quickly, surrendered the hammer and blew past me to the door
"I love you Sissy, you're the bestest" as the 8 year old dissapeared in a flurry of cape
I shook my head laughing, covered in mustard, how can you not love that little ape?
I was still covered in Frenchs and brandishing a hammer when the parents pulled into the drive
I took a quick look in the hall mirror, and smiling sat down, I'd never get out of this one alive
My parents entered and stopped in their tracks as they took in the scene at hand
Slowly I smiled, and raised the bottle, took aim and fired, in mom's hair the mustard did land
With shrieks and more giggles Dad ran to the fridge to grab the ketchup and join the fray
When Brandon entered with the gardon hose, aimed, fired full blast, and ran away
Took hours to clean between the four of us, but much fun was had that day years ago
When Mom swore we'd be the end of her and God willing, we'd burn in the fires below
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Posted: 3/31/2005 2:23:35 PM | lmao to cute...sometimes its the little things that we remember with such fond memories, I find this hectic world we live in now, the stresses we have to deal with everyday , we tend to forget to smile and let loose, that is why I love coming here and having my poetry....I even sometimes get so caught up my son misses out and I stop and shake my head and realize that he has only one childhood...
This year I am going to see about him in tball...he is only 3 but bigger then the ones that were playing last year...lol
I have the opportunity to teach and spend time with him now, so I am going to try to be the best I can for him...
Oh boy..ok..enough...lol..to much in the head right now...
Miz | |
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Posted: 3/31/2005 4:13:47 PM | Healing Lust
Indulge my passion make me sin
Touch me all over again and again
Caress my body kiss my lips
Thrust so deep inside lifting my hips
Make my body sweat with wanton lust
Lavish with your tongue this is a must
Hands and tongue must roam as one
Don’t stop baby you’re not close to done
Deep inside I feel your heat
Bodies so wet where we meet
Pressure is building I am on fire
Keep on thrusting taking me higher
Falling so fast moaning for more
Pleasure of ecstasy feeling like I can soar
Bodies wet from uniting our breathing is easing
Slowing back down time to stop teasing
Beginning again this time till the end
Where two souls will join and two hearts will mend...
Miz | |
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Posted: 3/31/2005 5:28:16 PM | Now who's rubbing who? I mean, uh, er, Who's rubbing off on who-lol. My mind was utterly a blank for ideas intil I read Miz's poem.
Lust In Overdrive
Two hearts numbed, as my passion for you burns,
As you lie and receive, for which you so much yearned.
I taste every inch of you, from your neck to your hips,
Then gently kiss your thighs, then in between to your lips.
You moan with ecstasy, as you wrench back your head,
And claw at my back, as your lust is fully fed.
I work my way back up, then whisper in you ear,
And ask if you are ready, ready for me dear.
I push deep inside, deeper than you ever known,
Grabbing hold of your ass, and pull you as you moan.
We rock in rhythmic lust, for most of the night,
Neither being satisfied, til the mornings first light.
Then a little breakfast break, around or about six ten,
Then we jump back in bed, and start all over again.
~Kobold~ | |
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Posted: 3/31/2005 5:36:07 PM | just sneaking past again
Seems a Brownie cook up will soon be happening here
Don't worry if you hears some sounds, strange unto your ears
Its Just a Drooling Dragon, licking at his lips
Looking for a bowl to clean and other lovely bits
Lurking here behind a bale[the Lurkings for the Goat]
I'm an Expert Brownie Tester, though I wouldn't like to gloat
Rich and Moist and Chocolaty, YUMMY YUMMY YUMMy
Better cook at lot, to fill this Dragons Tummy
Some great writes in here lately
Feels so good to drop in | |
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Posted: 3/31/2005 6:08:10 PM | Well you old dragon, if you were closer I would share because I just end up eating anyway and I really really don't need anymore booty....lol
wow...Kobold I don't think I have inspired anyone like that in a long time..actually I don't think I have inspired anyone that way...lol
Nice to see a side like that of you....glad I could help your dry spell...and if your going to be rubbing, lets turn the light off...lol
well I am off for the night...I need to refresh, I actually wrote two tonight even though my mind has been full....I still need a taker to fill my heart anyone out there?
night.....hugsssssss
Miz | |
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Posted: 3/31/2005 6:39:44 PM | This poem is #78 for POF since the beinning of February. But 8 of the 78 were written before Feb., including this one. It's about the alter ego I write under at my website. If you ever want to visit it, just email me and ask for it.
"Tomb"
To feel I say,
Is to really be free,
To express myself,
And really be me.
A monster at times, I may seem,
But ole Tomb does love,
And often dream.
In my shadows, I often hide.
And watch and listen,
to those who are outside.
Darkness is my home, a place where I live,
But I'm no monster,
My hearts desire only to give.
In my shadows, I'll always stay,
But please don't judge me wrongly,
This, please, I pray.
~Kobold~ A.K.A. Tomb | |
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Posted: 3/31/2005 8:36:20 PM | Urgh. Long day.
Hello there peoples. Greetings to Ohio -- not the state, but the new guy here in the barn. Good to have you here and the poem does kinda fit in here. Thanks.
Well, I don't have a lot of time right now so I'll just post something semi-poetic or haiku-ish and get off to bed. One more day and the week is done thank God. Good to see you all here again...you all keep me coming back to read more than post. Rory, Tera, Miz, Kobold, Longte...did I miss anyone? Ohio? Sorry, mate. You're all as good as gold, except your values don't depreciate.
Well...a haiku it is:
Run, run all the day
Four tiny hooves clomping on
Office floors all day
Yup..that kinda day. At least I was well-fed.
Okay, see you in proper tomorrow. Line up for your goaty kisses and optional deep-tissue licks.
No takers? Rats.
G'night! | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 3/31/2005 8:47:29 PM | Tomorrow
April Fools day
Jour de la Poisson
En Francais
What will the Globe and Mail do
What story will they tell
What intellectual yuk
That makes the paper sell
What PC story
Will they try to bend
What journalistic Bull shit
Will we read, not comprehend
Spagetti trees
In Italy
Has been done before
I think this April Fool's Day
Could be one big bore | |
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