longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 3801 | |
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Posted: 3/19/2008 4:55:37 AM | now give me your hand, it's time for the show
you can trust me; you know I won't blow
I'll always love you never the less
Sorry for that; your hand is a mess
You can trust me; no more of the same
Opps now too late; aint that a shame
wiping the grimace of off your face
but that was perfectlylovely necklace
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Posted: 3/19/2008 9:50:13 AM | But that was perfectly lovely necklace
I bought her to win her heart
The beautiful princess that I captured says
"I'll never marry you! Never!"
Yanno’ she is just playing the part
Gonna’ pour her a big glass of gin,
Will do what ever you have to do to win
Get her drunk and try again
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Posted: 3/19/2008 11:16:25 AM | Get her drunk and try again
Tequila works the best
We've got tonight to ease her in
tomorrow is the test.
We'll begin with an easy place
where dancings fun and fast
Work up to a shot or two
Till she has gone right past
Those English inhibitions that
control the rigid mind
ease it up a shot or two
and she will do just fine.
They all say it's the only way
to Learn it in one night
If you can avoid the hangover
and not begin a fight
Spanish speaking is easy when
you just let it all go
Tequila makes the tongue release
and it's all Amigo.
oops! Thought I was in 1st line. Better get back to work. | |
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Posted: 3/19/2008 11:23:00 AM | Ahemm, amends. Sorry Lyric.
Tequila makes the tongue release and it's all Amigo
Talk too much and laugh too hard, gotta take it slow
navigate the tables where I've been known to dance
Not the best way to impress the guy or bring on true romance
Did I really eat the worm and why is my shirt on wrong?
Wish I had listened to him when he warned me those drinks were strong.
Wheres my friends when I need them most, all gone home by two
While I'm left here stumbling blind, with still four shots to do. | |
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Posted: 3/19/2008 12:02:00 PM | While I'm left here stumbling blind with still four shots to do
The dust in my eyes as I lift my rifle knows not my enemy or you
Will bullets spray and kill my best buddy
I've been brought with lies boots all muddy
The sharp twang of shots that flare out in the dusk
Leave me confused and downtrodden amid the musk
Where is the music I was born to write and sing
I am a muse stuck in a visible, political ring | |
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Posted: 3/19/2008 1:20:14 PM | I am a muse stuck in a visible, political ring
waiting for spring to make em all sing again
dance and smile all the while
as troubles come and go
you will know something will grow from that seed you sow
the work will be hard, wet and dirty
your reward will be the beauty
as flowers bloom one afternoon soon | |
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Posted: 3/19/2008 1:26:47 PM | as flowers bloom one afternoon soon
the circle of revolving catacombs
winding through the ground
in ancient muse
the way our minds suddenly spring to life
when all seemed bleak and unfulfilling
the waves wash over our inert bodies
as we suddenly become aware of new sensations. | |
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 3808 | |
| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/19/2008 5:16:51 PM | as we suddenly become aware of new sensations
forgetting that stanzas have derivations
so its repeated; time after time
it can't be a stanza; if it doesn't rhyme
free verse just a story ; spoken real slow
stanzas have rhythm to help them explode
into our minds to lie there in passion
unrhyming stanzas are never in fashion
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Posted: 3/19/2008 5:57:19 PM | uhrhyming stanzas are never in fashion
since when do YOU want to be in fashion longte??
such an individual spirit...conform?? oh no...
ruffle feathers?? oh yes!!
i celebrate the individual spirit...
unique souls who shine from within
and i'm trying with all my might not to rhyme...
because you are you and i am me!
(hey and longte...if you really want to rhyme check out the limericks...they are sooo dorky and fun!!!) | |
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Posted: 3/19/2008 6:39:03 PM | and aunt named jac
hmmmm...what can i say about that!!
oh lucky lady, you are a hoot
for your horn i will toot ( you too longte...you're a masta!!....not to say you all aren't mastas...you are...i'm just sooo tired!!!)
my chops need sharpened
so my song can sing true
but with the long day i had
i'm doing the best that i can.... | |
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Posted: 3/19/2008 8:22:09 PM | Will be shan in a pan
or your as*s in the can, imagine that
then this, without toilet paper on the roll
that should be a sin, ya know!!
whatcha gonna use, your hand, ewwwww
your panties, then throw them away
or just pull up your pants and leave
Going straight home, what's your destiny? | |
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Posted: 3/19/2008 11:31:52 PM | Self Direction
Fondling moments before slumber, kissing seconds as they last
the day, a blurring haze of scenes , as present morphs into the past
from every angle i can see it, while every moment has its way
sorted by the mental fingers , what they mean from what they say
Do i look again from my eyes, do i hear as others heard
meaning marches,darts at random, motivation says the word
lights and action proceed promptly, set to set, the day is done
understanding gains momentum or all is lost and nothings won | |
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Posted: 3/20/2008 12:15:07 AM | undrstanding gains momentum or all is lost and nothings won
she has enveloped my moon, onset of sun
lighting the dark, brighteneing my darkened run
xing hollowpoints while replacing blanks in my gun
we listened to anothers souls
stoking blazn fire from dwindled coal
finding that which was a lost goal
\replenishing the cherished that once was stole
scuze the lazy rhyme,
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Posted: 3/20/2008 12:49:52 AM | Scuze the lazy rhyme
I hit the whorehouse without enough time
Drank my way all across our town
Thought I kissed my girl... it was the bar clown
But I'm a sweet guy, I tell you it's true
I'm always smiling and rarely feel blue
They say a man with a few friends is one with plenty
Then why'd the homeless dude short me my twenty?
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 3824 | |
| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/20/2008 1:47:27 AM | Then why'd the homeless dude short me my twenty
was because his rum was very near empty
needed a quart to warm up his soul
merely a pint would not make him whole
envisioning days in far Vietnam
now a reclusively shambling old man
forgive him the twenty and learn how to live
he gave too much in his turn to give
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Posted: 3/20/2008 5:24:15 AM | he gave too much in his turn to give
his life turned into a sieve
so full of holes everything ran out
thats not what life is all about
he gave his life to protect our rights
came home all broken one dreary night
and what did we do, put him out on the street
a broken soul with nothing to eat | |
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