| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/5/2008 11:20:04 AM | Enough I have said you write a line or two
Your grandpa & I traveled many a mile
Back in the day on the old road
Always heard that phrase with a smile
Never saw the loss coming that took my breath
What I wouldn't give to hear those words
And stop time | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/5/2008 11:50:28 AM | And stop time …
Way back then, before I reached my prime
Visions of my grandma sitting in her kitchen chair
What I would give to feel her hug, smell her hair
She was all I cherished and felt was dear
A kinder soul was never closer or near
A great loss was felt when I lost her smile
Her midwestern values have guided this child | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/5/2008 11:51:06 AM | And stop time
As the clanked toss echoes the dropped dime
I'm on a roll... I'm on a roll... I'm ON a roll!
Then up comes the but one troll
I borrow a few from my significant other
She doesn't know I stole from her brother
The sweat increases on my brow
What I'd give for a klondike cow | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/5/2008 1:01:44 PM | What I'd give for a klondike cow
Look at him he's a big boy now
Tilling the fields behind a plow
Gonna grow crops of corn and hops
Corn for the fuel and economy stops
The hops for the brew I'll hide from the cops
I'll make money to burn hand over fist
I am certain that someone will be pissed | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/5/2008 1:51:50 PM | I am certain someone will be pissed,
I am, for what a day full of stanzas i missed!
Everyone's "fish" tales, and appreciation for the old,
Tales of the need of stiff drinks, everyone told.
That he/she business - I need a drink, too, now
And pardon my ignorance, but what the heck is a klondike cow?
And "Had your eyes been wide open and clear in your vision"
A dancer was missed in the midst of the mission. | |
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Joined: 2/11/2008
Msg: 3556 | |
| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/5/2008 1:56:20 PM | A dancer was missed in the midst of the mission
Lovely she danced into deep darker vision
Arms flowing gently following steps
Released into heaven each moment she wept
Upon her the stars glowed an eerie blue mist
Cosmic angels surrounded her and gently kissed
All of her hopes , her desires , her dreams
She now dances nightly in the sky her heart beams | |
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Joined: 4/18/2007
Msg: 3557 | |
| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/5/2008 2:04:52 PM | She now dances nightly in the sky her heart beams
Just on the edge of my LSD dreams
Twisting silhouette, her face unseen
Pulsing in rhythm, living between
Reality and fiction, adoring her now
Dancing beside her, making this vow
I will return, to dance once again
LSDs wearing off, need a hit from my friend | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/5/2008 2:13:00 PM | Actually on the last page I was trying to help pate your cheat ... lol
this time I won't.... I'll go back to what was missed and skip the rest.
Her midwestern values have guided this child
even though often she plays pretty wild
the mild weather out on the plane
makes it more fun when it rains.
Now up here in Canada we have lots of snow
so bundle up good for that trip to the show
blowing and slipping across the streets
its big floppy boots we put on our feet. | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/5/2008 2:21:06 PM | LSDs wearing off, need a hit from my friend
Ken Kesey is out for the counts bitter end
It couldn't be window pane for a score
Someones got blotter near the corner store
You can find it for cheap these days they say
Some say take two hits and stay high for days
Jimi used it often and man could that boy play
So we all might have shared in The Experience | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/5/2008 2:24:01 PM | A dancer was missed in the midst of the mission
six tattered angels in a progression
the seventh hangs a line from the moon, fishin
her hook and bait, the mark of a question.
all night the six tripped the lights fantastic
while she sought answer autocatalytic
with empty net she drifted asleep
stardust in her hair and dreamt so deep
oops guess i was`a bit late | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/5/2008 3:55:17 PM | Oops I guess I was a bit late
So crazy it becomes when we all want to create
Will someone take the last line before this one will be?
So much confusion caused by LSD
9 hits - one time - an accident I say
Was "this close" to being institutionalized that day (err...week)
But here i still sit blissfully confused half the time
I may forget my name, but I damn sure can rhyme! | |
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mmmmmy
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Joined: 2/11/2008
Msg: 3562 | |
| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/5/2008 4:18:29 PM | I may forget my name, but I damn sure can rhyme!
Sputtered words on bread with butter stop on a dime
jam and tomatoe sound even better after that last line
Splattered words like colors melting in time so fine!
Dunk it in yur apple cider chase away all the spiders
Lap it up and give your blessings to all the mangeled writers
Picture life and living as a group of Kung Foo fighters
Saying all of worldly gain , good thing you got chur titers! | |
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Joined: 4/18/2007
Msg: 3563 | |
| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/5/2008 6:21:53 PM | Saying all of worldy gain, good thing you got chur titers! (taters, nice one mmmmmy)
wouldn't have nothin if not for my fields
got time on ma hands and crops ta be picked
cow's a lowin in the barn, time to milk her
farm life is cruel, to be sure
better than city life, I reckon
nothin good comes from all them folks as livin like they do
well, time's a wastin, back to work | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/5/2008 6:35:48 PM | Well, time's a wastin', back to work
Never could stand that Captain Kirk
Trekkies, zombies peeps signing Vees
Dressin' their kids with Klingon knees
There was no dancing mistress missed
Perhaps the LSD lady got pissed
As she raised one more large lager to her lips
The mates had their ways while cracking their whips | |
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Joined: 4/18/2007
Msg: 3565 | |
| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/5/2008 6:43:03 PM | That last line was BEGGING for it...
The mates had their ways while cracking their whips
stinging her smartly, 'cross buttocks and hips
coaxing the moans and screams from her lips
more pleasurable than past-acid trips
pulling her hair and flicking her nips
and pinching her "places" with wooden laundry clips
laughing and jeering while she does backflips
but she's in control you stupid, sodden drips | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/5/2008 7:12:07 PM | but she's in control you stupid, sodden drips
the pleasure's all hers and she knows what she needs
it's fun like that that really does please
especially the black long bull whip
so after all the excitement and fun
she puts on her professional clothes and leaves
as she walks by you can detect a grin
nothing in her soul ever bleeds | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/5/2008 7:33:16 PM | No more pain please
it's a vexation to the spirit
there are many gentler ways to surrender
to the teasing temptations of playfulness
What ever happened to the art of seduction
the dance between butterflies
birds singing their hearts out with joy
barefoot in the grass. | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/5/2008 7:50:31 PM | Barefoot in the grass
Dancing through our past
Thoughts of love and lust and pain
Rather have thoughts of gentle rain
Journey down the path of two
Destiny calls, whispering to you
Of who beholds you in the highest
Guard this secret, it is the quest | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/5/2008 8:52:03 PM | guard this secret, it is the quest
meeting of two souls in the quietness
the tender love that is to be shared
knowing intimately that someone cares
the gentleness that is shown is so real
a love like this is so ideal
crying with happiness and not in pain
when we're apart i want to be together again | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/5/2008 9:00:28 PM | when we're apart i want to be together again
it doesn't happen often now
that we are ever apart from each other
but when it does if feels like something is missing in my life
the first night I lay awake in the big empty bed
until he called from way up north on his canoe trip
to say goodnight and to share the sound of the loon
calling out to its mate in the darkness | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/5/2008 9:27:53 PM | calling out to its mate in the darkness
is that the playful dragons i hear?
out in the cold, in the starkness
their sounds bring a bit of fear
they roar and they screech and then blow their fire
soaring through the night until twilight breaks
the fun they're having is anything but dire
and the love they share is really quite great | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/5/2008 10:25:48 PM | and the love they share is really quite great
shows you that love is never too late
just like the shadows in a old dream
when the sun shines its beaconing beam
hearts are rearranged and slates wiped clean
in futures view new beginnings ride
the birth of love a flowing river to the ocean glides
within that windswept caress the soul cannot hide | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/5/2008 10:39:18 PM | Within that windswept caress the soul cannot hide
Love never ends when both your arms are open wide
Sometimes we say things never meant to be heard
Hurting one another with each hateful word
Its so quick and profound seldom we say
Please just let it go and forgive each today
It is holding that grudge that hurts us both so
Now if only we knew how to let the hate go | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/5/2008 11:01:28 PM | Now if only we knew how to let that hate go
Hate, quicker than love, spread to and fro
A shared laugh, a kind jesture, understanding of woes
In life, as I see it, we are like dominoes
Positive or negative: the energy we share
Take time out, to understand and to care
Misunderstandings and anger = doom
What starts as souls free can become a vacuum. | |
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