| bring your own shovel
Posted: 10/7/2006 1:04:56 AM | With good song/stories where else would I find?
A gathering of poets with a similar mind,
Whose whimsical wanderings come out behind
Awareness hidden in the depths of the blind
With rhythm that rocks us until we unwind
I came here to play, but, have you all yet dined?
I don’t want to disturb or put you in a bind
You didn’t have to be so noble, you could have declined
But I came over anyway took a chance you'd not mind
And was welcomed by a muse of the lyrical kind | |
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| shovel your own bring
Posted: 10/7/2006 4:04:57 PM | thanx neseemoo you are as brilliant as a lone star in an October sky
and I look forward to many more from you and Thorb and looknc as
well as the Shadow Queen you never fail to bring a smile love....
I wanted to try something a little different not a song exactly
but a Shakespearean metre I'm not too too sure if I even know
what I'm talking about but this is how I understood it
If you can follow the rhythm you may understand what
the hell I'm getting at
Its about an encounter I had with a U of O student who
attempted to define the difference between poetry and prose
to me while consuming a vast quantity of beer and shots
...........a poem
a written feeling or emotion
so unlike the restrictive prose
..Need I be meaningful ?
..Must I speak directly ?
Is it not much more entertaining
or thought provoking to dance askance
and otherwise avoid the current issue on sale ?
I think...Therefore I am....Right
Another correct connection
I have so correctly connected
Is I am not a scholiast
I shan't scribe a King James
nor attempt Dryden in vain
Perhaps not even a poet
just a simple teller of tales
more often than in rhyme
Hence a poem
a simple poem
as soft a stone
should blood turn to words
I could transfuse the world
with a poem
so unadorned
resembling a sentimental wish list
a way to express the norm
in a pleasantly distracting form
Yet I feel such reluctance
to maintain the substance
that inhabit a prose
but not a poem
Fore if not for sale
just a peculiar tale
why would everyone have the licence
to write
a poem
dissection performed
Still the elusive issue rears a questioning head to explain
this may be something I need to repeat again
You see there can be no answers had by a story of the ends
there can be no eye witness clarity
only the means or journey can be explained clearly
explicitly
with a certain amount of assurity
Some one once said
and it stuck in my head
there are no true tales of the dead
but there are a million stories in the naked city
most sound shitty
and isn't it a pity
that they never caught the thought
or that a smile could be bought
with a poem
a simple poem
as soft as stone
by writer unknown
Kinda hard to follow I agree but I would be humbled
to hear some comments from anyone about this particular
piece not for my ego I have minions for that
but because I value your opinions Thanx................dan | |
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| shovel your own bring
Posted: 10/7/2006 4:19:56 PM | not sure what yer explainin outside of a rhythm patern sort of like old Billy.
My horse my horse
my pension for a horse trank
or something like that
comes to mind
Old reb Willie was never a forvorite of mine
maybe the twisted arm thing in school
cruel and unusual
it seemed to me
and most of mine
all the time
year after year
drove me to beer.
I had no interest until one day
some one led me astra with John Wyndm
the Science Fiction reared its head
things got read
even in bed
and well what can be said ...
English was no longer dead to me.
Still the damage was done
fates were on the run
McBeth was left in a hamlet
and my dreams were not about a mid summer night
at least not with that kind of plight
or frightening insight in the human condition of hysterical misunderstanding
Romeo just fell of the landing
and died a quick death in my mind
Juliette's unkind reality was just learing at me
for the only king I needed wasn't Henry
it was a burger with fries and a shake. | |
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| shovel your own thing
Posted: 10/7/2006 4:44:10 PM | Thorb you kill me man
I guess it was just a confirmation of the rhythm I was looking for
Shaky does nothin for me either other than his ideas that is
Thanx for that though It gave me giggle which you do very well indeed | |
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| shovel your own thing
Posted: 10/7/2006 6:45:41 PM | I'm trying for it lyric'me'love!
So is it rhythm or is it blues
Do we choose
the poem, or lose
ourselves to it?
What happens here, when scribes intuit?
Minds bounce inspired text off each other like bumper cars in the rain.
Good place to keep dry. Exercise the brain.
Playing, driven by electric shock,
plugged in at the top, trying not to block
or stop.
Ever wonder why?
We rhyme our rhythms and rhythm our rhymes?
How many times
Have you been driving and have got to find a pen
And an old scrap of paper because again
Those images flow into dialogue of prose?
Do you suppose
it is in the genes?
I know there are lots of them back there, ancestral queens
And kings of wit and word.
Was Shakespeare a nerd?
Home on a Saturday night, rather play with clever satirist muse
sitting before a glowing computer screen. Don’t confuse
me with offers of movies, or plays or dance
Not tonight. For my mind does its romance
In the gardens of poetic fantasy. | |
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| own things shovely ,we all do in the end
Posted: 10/7/2006 11:07:49 PM | that is exactly what I was looking for
it took me a few readings a now and before
its the rhythm thing that had me goin
I wonder if it is a style or form
are there any examples of that sort
that I could shoot at perchance in sport
just short of amazed
mesmerized neighbourhood
that's where I stood
slack jawed and misfit
I damn near missed it
but I got it in the end
not that I liked it there
yet to be perfectly fair
I'd do it for a friend
Now thats just me and of coarse me
not that you wouldn't ,it just wouldn't be free
thats not something that needs to be explained
we all get it together ,sometimes in the end | |
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| other than that ,where you at
Posted: 10/8/2006 10:53:51 AM | G'mornin me friends or shall I say chums
I was never so good at the making of puns
I'll give it a shot being thanksgiving and all
but I'm only doing it cause my backs to the wall
I smell of pumpkin and freshly cut grass
and you thought I'd be baked and flat on my ass
well I'm here to tell you that's simply not the case
if you were here at eight ,of me there'd be no trace
I was running the roads and taking my place
fixing my machines and some of my mistakes
that's over now , all my work has been done
I need to shake out these words and have a little fun
but I knew when I entered that you all had gone
to put on those stretchy pants and of coarse game on
squeaking of which it is so time for me to run
but before I do ,Happy Thanksgiving Everyone | |
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| after you my dears
Posted: 10/8/2006 6:10:42 PM | we should build a fort ,hide in it and smile
I don't know maybe be missed for awhile
somewhere not so cold without the fear
where it loosens its hold and is not as unclear
would you come with me just to watch my wait
will you be there mornings they show up late
they can't see me here since I put up this wall
while on the other side I know too many way's to fall | |
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| takin' the long way home
Posted: 10/9/2006 4:37:43 AM | I am the Queen of Misfits
the woe-be-gone's,
the freaks
I lend myself to no one
though they all want a
peek
I take my life for granted
as if it'll always be
here
I push and pull, till the
bullshit's full
and there's no one to save me
near
I can cry about it, can't I?
no, I guess that isn't in the
cards
i live too fast, running from the
past
and the pace is way too hard
I am the Queen of Misfits
we are one and the same
they seem to know my whereabouts
but they all forget my name | |
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| forgot where it was
Posted: 10/9/2006 6:50:50 AM | i think i just fell from the sky
watching the poetic justice
and falling out of my skin
forgetting where i am
stuck in the spin cycle's rhythem
trailing the day's vapors
feeling my way through the dark
seeing with eyes too blind to envision
all the things i want to be
just some ideas....not really a write
more like a rant
i know you're not a huge fan of
Blue October
but you just gotta get
"Drilled a Wire Through My Cheek"
oh, so, amazing | |
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| but i know i'm getting close
Posted: 10/9/2006 8:23:28 AM | i need the magnetic rhythem
of a soap-stained boxcar flame
high atop my mediocrity
the game inside a name
falling from the sky
living outside of my skin
forgetting where i am
still remembering my sin
my secret sin,
my untold shame
the times i played
without knowing the name
of the game
for shame, for shame, for shey
you know i wouldn't have it
any other way
i'd use the same lines
the same bloody ink
to lay my grooves
make you think
of things you wouldn't
well, YOU would,
but the rest, they don't
know
don't wanna know
can't begin to get it
should maybe forget it
i can't
/////////////////////////
who am i to tell
the secrets i've grown so well
the shades of grey
the way i fell
is all in my destruction
the way i write,
the way it goes
how the story
always knows
when you're in it to win it
the magic flows
here in my destruction | |
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| but i know i'm getting close
Posted: 10/9/2006 8:47:42 AM | woa. Shadow queen. Nice writes
she boxes with shadows
hiding in the dark
where light does not illuminate
But she has her own spark
relying on her instincts
to understand the rhyme
the shadow queen goes boxing
and finds another line. | |
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| but i know i'm getting close
Posted: 10/9/2006 8:59:45 AM | I see way to often in destruction
all that fresh young seduction
filling emty cups with desire
blow em up and get higher
fill what the world sees with emty me
engulf their concepts with infinity's dispare
Let them think that I don't really care
I'll put my underwear on the outside
hang dirty laundry where they ride
sit on a hill where all can see
then expell my waste so casually | |
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| but i know i'm getting close
Posted: 10/9/2006 9:02:56 AM | thank you kindly.......
you are a very indestructable force with words yourself, nee
and thorb, you always find a way into the innerthought
we're all born with baggage
some too heavy to bear
with nametags on our collars
clothes to ragged to wear
we come in closer, closer
than we've ever been before
we take a peek inside
into the never opened doors
the windows to the world
right outside our front lawn
this planet won't stop spinning
long enough to steal the dawn
i'd take her light and claim it
as my very own
i want to shine, to shine
instead of diggin up these bones | |
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| Closer Huguet I'm falling farther
Posted: 10/9/2006 10:48:52 AM | Is it in the name
this silly soundless game
perhaps a simple lapse
or a lane right through the brain
I feel the sting unspoken
I've paved that road before
I'd break if not so broken
and still I'd beg for more
Jumping on the boxcars
falling out of harm
waiting ever patiently
to hold you in my arms
is that a say too much
a shade I'll never touch
if it really were today
would it even be enough
I may have weaved that dream
but surely you're the star
even though I'm so far away
I know just where we are
we're little hopes of tomorrow
and big ass dreams of escape
you and me on rail lines
living promises without mistakes | |
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| Trust lying in cellophane tape
Posted: 10/9/2006 11:13:12 AM | nesseemo amazing and oh so clear
you speak my language easily
I'm so happy to see you here
and Thord you crazy bugger
I laugh at all you do
even those poisoned arrows
reminding me to speak true
Shadow you never fail to please
we go way back my friend
my love I give with ease
The words you all have written
washes colour throughout my mind
and though I seem self centered
I always take the time
to heed your many thoughts
and envision where I'm blind
and even now I'm caught
weaving between the lines
I notice we have a lurker
and I thought I made it clear
if you've nothing clever to say
stay the **** out of here
I know this makes me crude
I may not even have the right
so I will try to not include
threats that lead to fights
I've seen some of your efforts
they speak when silence is loud
and yes they're welcome here
your rhythms would do us proud
I have but one request of you
discover what this is about
then post the things you do
without paparazzo to Shadows lyrical clout | |
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| Trust lying in cellophane tape
Posted: 10/9/2006 11:21:29 AM | My World of You
I can write of morning glories
Making up a million stories
The world around me made anew
But it would all lead back to you
I can soar across the skies
On the wings of butterflies
Such a world, so much to find
But you would still be on my mind
I can dream both day and night
My spirit up and taking flight
Off to worlds I’ve never known
Without you there I’d be alone
S.S. | |
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| melancholy me and melons make me spit
Posted: 10/9/2006 1:09:27 PM | Sage thank you very much
I'd stand and applaud you greatly
if it wasn't for this crutch
I too have ridden the wings of butterfly's
touched the elf in her sugar skies
and here I find a few like minds
helping to build a lyrical home
me and myself and everyone else
will make sure you are not alone
Though I'm thankful for your presence
I can't shake this dreadful essence
of disgruntles built to last
in time I thought I'd find
through riddles and silly rhyme
ways to expel my filthy past
so whats the big deal
I wanted a little respect
just wanted to be significant
more than a convenient pet
I ask of you nothing
promise or even time spent
coming to you empty handed
leaving nothing that you've ever kept
sounds to you defensive
I'm taking it all wrong
I should stay distantly close
and not be gone for long
yet for me to hold you dear
every time that you call
I'll need to feel a something
something better than nothing at all | |
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| Add to me Angel
Posted: 10/9/2006 2:13:54 PM | When I mention your name
you appear as by magic
with sparkles for words
some seem indifferent
feelings I've never heard
phrases I've never bent
like a misdirected poem
aimed at but not all about
tales of two homes
and ways to get it out
they screw down my thoughts
make them so full of shit
but that smile on your face
reminds the thief he's been caught
stealing those thoughts
while you walk by the river
wishing I was there
with accepting eyes
and troubled times
resembling yours and mine
if you knew you could
I bet you would
change all my wants
behind my back
know all the facts
swirling in my head
making up my bed
making out my mind
its you ,you find
looking back at you
dreaming this dream too | |
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| Dump on me devil
Posted: 10/9/2006 10:59:38 PM | someones got to tell me
if they are really in the know
when things appear lyrically
coming at me sure and slow
flowing like an answer
I'm sure I 've heard before
do I capture and release
or post to see where it goes
You take what I say so literally
taking it all to heart
sharing with my bitterness
everyone plays a part
you take my words for granted
like I've seen it all before
but half these lines are scripted
from the writing on the wall
and if I said I loved you
yeah if I said I do
would you hold those words against me
or would you say you love me too
can you see where this is going
do you even know where we been
running around one another
the many miles on a hamster wheel
this understatement I must say
is really a need to see an end
we already know the outcome
its the mystery we've come to defend
but if I said I love you
and if I say I do
would you hold those words against me
would you say you love me too
you're feeling this so personally
you're wearing it on your sleeve
missing the best part of arriving
while planning your early leave
you view our meets in anticipation
so distracted in the reality
trying to read between these lines
when all you have to do is believe in me
and when I say I love you
when I say I do
hold me to those words
by saying you love me too | |
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| Add to me Angel
Posted: 10/9/2006 11:00:58 PM | If we wanted to create a different reality
I think we should begin by understanding, what we really see
Not what we all have come, to expect to find
Nor what the world extracts, from a preconditioned mind
Study all the habits, for what needs they meet
Do you always start with your right foot, do you use both feet?
Take a different route to work, to try a new way
And change your mealtimes by an hour, try that for a day.
Stop before you answer, is that what you really want to tell
Or are you merely being polite, and for whom, as well.
Shift your every pattern, a little bit each day, you’ll see
The world begins to shift around your new reality
Once you have the understanding, that all you have really seen
Was regulated by your habits and all places you have been.
If we wanted to create a different reality
We can start to shift the one we’ve made, then see what we will see. | |
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| Add to me Angel
Posted: 10/9/2006 11:09:08 PM | wow that was baked and bombed nes
you impress the hell out of me
it always seems you are speaking directly to me
like you know something
I also know thats how you get in trouble on here
thinking things are being aimed at you
so I will enjoy your Jack Handy thoughts from a distance
so as not to get too severely burnt...hehehahahehehhaha...thanx nes | |
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| Add to me Angel
Posted: 10/9/2006 11:21:43 PM | And the answer my friend my friend is on truthisees thread
the answer is on truthisees thread.
For how many lines must a muse write down
before shes understood at all?
and how many sails must a damned ship make
to make it out of the sqall.
and how many threads does it take till we see
that most real things are said in a rhyme
the answer my friend, is on truthisees thread
and I really think I aught to go to bed.
slaphappysillyheadedcan'tsleepanddamnhavetobeupatsix | |
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| if I'm lyin'--I'm dyin'
Posted: 10/10/2006 5:26:23 AM | honest to god
truth be told
never thought that I
could be so bold
as to think I would never
give in and grow old
looks like time is winning
honest to god
truth be known
i recently beheld
myself being
grown
sittin in my corner
lyin all alone
seems like the devil's grinnin'
honest to god
truth's not there
you can't tell when
and don't know where
you never thought
to dream, to dare
catch me in my spinnin
honest to god
you know i lie
caught in the web
of a beautiful eye
damn, that musta been
some other night
looks like the truth is thinnin' | |
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