| labor day weekend poetry contest, anyone?
Posted: 9/5/2009 9:44:08 PM | Ok so we have a quick brown fox
Not a motley red fox
But a quick brown one
Foxy is her name - I decided
Now with that established
Enter one lazy dog
Not sure if he is shaggy
Or tawny-brawny
Definitely not brown
But all dog
Foxy jumped dog
Dog rolled over slowly
Languishing canine
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| labor day weekend poetry contest, anyone?
Posted: 9/5/2009 9:53:17 PM | ... and the new topics are:
1) grab a rumi
2) and I found that in a crab trap
3) Willie Wonka
 I'm sure this thread will become a coffee table book.
Yanno it?
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| labor day weekend poetry contest, anyone?
Posted: 9/5/2009 10:50:44 PM | Hey big brother
how ya been
I was just thinking back
to when we were kids
we were running
going so fast
what took so long to happen
is now buried in the past
sometimes I think about
our books reading
different covers
that I don’t even know you
and you’re my brother
I’m not sure
what went wrong
why all the fighting
why we didn’t get along
but I do remember the bullying
me crying
and running to the folks
but I never stole
your baseball cards
that was actually crepe paper
caught in my spokes
remember the bloody red barron
that song was used to score
a beating from you or another
until I was bruised and sore
10, 20, 30, 40, 50 or more
the beating, kicking ,stomping
didn’t stop until
I was lying on the floor
I never really understood
why you liked
to jumped my ass
but now look at who
is homeless
yet looking for more crack
maybe if you were nicer
took up for me back then
when you needed
a place to live
I would have let you move in
but now I just think about
our books reading
different covers
that I don’t even know you
and you’re my brother. | |
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| labor day weekend poetry contest, anyone?
Posted: 9/6/2009 6:18:19 AM | i thought it was love
the day we finally met
the words he'd written me
left me in a sweat
so when i first saw him
sitting at the station
i wondered if indeed
he was my salvation
so i took him home
and opened a bottle of wine
looking in his eyes
i was feeling mighty fine
we smiled, laugh and kissed
and ended up in bed
i was quite worried
looking down at his head
it was swollen full of pus
a frightful thing to see
i started yelling
that thing ain't going in me
you ain't the man of my dreams
where did you get that crap
he sweetly smiled at me
i caught it in a crab trap
my heart sank so low
knowing this would never work
and once again i had chosen
a completely stupid jerk
so the moral of my story
the one i have just told
never fall in love
until the jewels you can behold~ | |
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| labor day weekend poetry contest, anyone?
Posted: 9/6/2009 6:31:47 AM | Damn rosie, glad you checked first... how gross and yet so funny!
I have been in that boat
Well not quite the same
but listen as I gloat
About found loves
with passionate words
But when dancing hip to hip
You see he has a little bird
And although I've made do
And settled in the past
With no satisfaction
The love just will not last
So I politely thank him for his dance
Pretend I'm leaving
Hoping to get the chance
To see that guy next to the pool table
By the bulge in his pants,
You know his Wonka's able
To penetrate deep
Make me beg for release
As I spiral into the soft pain
Of hard love's hypnotic embrace... | |
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| labor day weekend poetry contest, anyone?
Posted: 9/6/2009 7:11:17 AM | How fast can I run you ask,
Say it aint so.
Crazy about the puffs. Blow it out.
Which one on one relationship that luminates
That which the average can’t not see.
A blind date and relationship.
Of one do we break it to fix if aint no better way
To string along the theory. Numbers for the Doctor.
House. Juice Man. It’s not ready yet. There. It cuts
Both ways the cloth for our understanding that now you
Know how I feel.
The games that play people like cool. Likewise.
To steal no for an answer to negotiate. Your word is what
I want to be crazy like the fox. For no dogs allowed. Back of
The bus. Just like that. I knew it wasn’t me to think like that.
Say it aint so. | |
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| labor day weekend poetry contest, anyone?
Posted: 9/6/2009 11:25:04 AM | wow! holy cow!!
(a batman and robin moment)
I see previously
lipo offered an amazing book
that I'd truly love to take a look
with those whirling dancers of sufi
mixed with wisdom from rumi....
so my mind starts imagining visually
as I sit with my morning cup of tea
drinking in my fantasy
of whirling and twirling and dervishing
knowing perhaps I can't grab a rumi,
but writings from rumi will definitely grab me!
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crab trapping I am definitely voting for rosie!
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wee willie wonka
wanted to really bonk ya
but when he tried
you started to cry
feeling so sorry for the guy
(and you were raised never to lie)
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Posted: 9/6/2009 12:44:54 PM | Okay, stream of consciousness....these are usually not what I expected when the first image hits....
Nice Day
Terrence left for town one day,
And on the way, did meet.
A strange old man who,
Dressed in grey,
Did dance on ostrich feet.
He asked this man from whence they came,
Man pecked him in his face.
The houses dripped and melted,
Ran down into the gutter.
Hair slicked back with sweat,
‘Cause there wasn’t any butter.
Wouldn’t call for help,
‘Cause there wasn’t any other.
Calendar fell off the wall,
As houses quaked and shook.
Time fell away and just as fast,
In the seconds that it took,
For the sun to rise, and look away.
Too bummed to face another day.
Have a day, In any other way.
And if you say it’s not okay.
Endure it like you’re getting paid….
Man hanging from a cellophane noose.
Too high right now, to cut him loose,
On codeine and model glue.
It’s clear what he choose to use.
Wellllll
If anyone has a clue how you start with something, in this case a name, that know one I know has, and then an image of an S. Dali, painting... and then this falls out from....?
I'm all ears.......
Fekt if I know!
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| labor day weekend poetry contest, anyone?
Posted: 9/6/2009 2:11:46 PM | i was at trader joes
buying my weekly needs
tofu, zucchini, those types
of things
i spotted a card
without a greeting
the picture of a meadow
had such meaning
below the painting
of beautiful color
were words written by rumi
words like no other
'out beyond ideas...
there is a field.
i'll meet you there.
when the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.'
reading the words
i fell silent
wanting to hold that feeling
forever | |
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| labor day weekend poetry contest, anyone?
Posted: 9/6/2009 6:17:40 PM | And so they got wed to share their own bed with strangers,
Happy infidels soon to be divorcing with pleasure,
Following trends and fashions exposed by their neighbors.
God bless our new generation's devotion for culture.
The others went to war with their pride on their shoulders.
With Bibles at home, their God became the trigger,
And dreaming of a better world, fought terror with terror,
That same dream they shared with the pipeline builders.
The last ones desisted books to learn history through networks,
CNN and BBC and FOX news now their teachers.
To pass classes they need prejudice scores of 60% or higher;
You need but know your enemies, forget the instigators.
Occupied is contested, oil is justice, and love is a dollar;
To protect your daughter is being a terrorist, not a father
and freedom is oppression handed down by another master.
This is the truth, I'm not playing with words.
So tell me, did I really have it all backwards? | |
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Posted: 9/7/2009 12:34:05 AM | Willie Wonka chocolate man
sat sitting in the sun
and as he starts to melt away
he calls out to his mum
Oh pity me for I am doomed
to end my days like this
I never got to see the world
or share a loving kiss
I wish it was now Christmas time
how happy I would be
to find my self a lovely girl
to hang me on her tree
I know, I know, it made me groan too. Ha ha | |
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| labor day weekend poetry contest, anyone?
Posted: 9/7/2009 1:18:28 AM | GRAB A RUMI
Grab your roomie
and flog her caboose,
staple your debts
on the picture-book moose.
Sic your burmese
on the sleeping mouse;
Throw your alarm clock
from the roof of the house.
Draw a mustache
on Geraldo Rivera.
Oh, wait, he had one,
or was it muskrat mascara?
Drop jello shooters on
wayward crossing guards
who harbour fantasies
of selling Green cards.
Twist the mad caps
from bottles of hootch,
but before you rest
gimme a smooch. | |
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Posted: 9/7/2009 1:27:48 PM | What A Waste of Time
I entered this contest, hoping you might find, that I am a man, with a wonderful mind. To show you how smart, this man can be, with hopes that my wit, might draw you to me. But now that I’m here, I feel like a fool, and I am wishing, I had not dropped out of school. So forget what I’ve said, and if you don’t mind, I’ll end this right now, and stop wasting your time.
Charles Frye | |
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