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Posted: 4/2/2008 10:27:22 PM | Imagination encouraged to run wild
as free as dandelions in tea
fringed leaves ...as toothy as they grow
roots get gnarly but thats for bitter tonic ... stubborn and ironic
I like to make a compost and pile it up high
topped with dandelion twirly seeds and let her fly... then when the dandelions roar people fear their yellow manes
and take a great dislike to them, for they know not the notoriety of a knowledgable neighbour that has a fancy for lion-herb tea...
could be a reciprocating relationship... | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/2/2008 10:39:41 PM | could be a reciprocating relationship...
compost to nurture plants rooted grip
strong to grow seedlings to plant mature
ironic combination of growth with manure
dandy lions free grow with golden mane
thwarted man made efforrts all to tame
regardless of the so called empowered
little dandy lion gold mane shines towered. | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/2/2008 10:50:09 PM | little dandy lion gold mane shines towered
bowered and bunked
with the tamer...then debunked as myth
a word smythe such as he should always be
a lil careful of what may flee
in light of the tip of the tongue that tells
tales that spin yarns and webs
non decieving I should mind you ...he is tonic not toxic...LOL LOL | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/2/2008 10:58:10 PM | ...he is tonic not toxic...LOL LOL
LOL LOL to bait fish with all!
Pleased to be a line left to rhyme
Dandelions are dandy lions in time
Speaketh beyond bitter tongue
Singest that intelligence strong
Deceiving not is heart and soul
Simple interaction is mine goal. | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/2/2008 11:03:56 PM | simple interaction is my goal
just like springs of pasture foal
comes in with weakling legs
then stands upright and bucks around
while momma watches oh so proud
that her offspring runs so free
like rain down slopes of eiderdown, feathered wild
without a care ....so n'er ... and fare the simple baby hooves ... they sound
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/2/2008 11:13:20 PM | and fare the simple baby hooves... they sound
eagle nurtures young eaglets dear found
protected and fought for with fury
wee ones taught and not to worry
foal of born or little filly
mother mare regards not silly
eaglets grown to eagle strength soar
horses freedom to thoroughbred more. | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/2/2008 11:44:29 PM | Horses freedom to thoroughbred more
Black Knight careth for Black Mare n' foal
Nurtured each with oats and pasture care
United nuzzled expressed Black Mare goal.
Litle One on unsteady feet with stub tail
Regarded not by Mare or Knight frail
Accepted kindred seen and heart felt love
Horse an' man an' new wee one spoke of! | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/3/2008 12:45:55 AM | Horse an' man an' new wee one speak of!
What an idealistic dream line to follow scoff
Dreams of thought to sweet nectar blossom
Idealistic heart rendered to that ol' possum.
pools a game to rack 'em up an' encounter life
chess with a skill level challenged positive strife
spoken enraptured of shallow lust coursely
Let the games begin in subtle sexuality! | |
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Posted: 4/3/2008 4:01:20 AM | Let the games begin in subtle sexuality
the sensual neck nuzzles of the courting stallion
misted warm breath nostril to nostril
mare's neck arched in anticipation
His warhorse crest warns against interference
her eagerness exposes her readiness
he teases some more as intentions harden
after gentle preparation they come together | |
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Posted: 4/3/2008 4:35:48 AM | after gentle preparation they come together
The Long Sausage meets Mrs.Bisquit
Ms. Hot Gravy warms up Mr. Mashed Tater
Mr. Pancake eagerly awaits Ms. Maple syrup
I'm ready for a change in the weather
Let's have some fun in the altogether
Put on your out fit of tight black leather
and tickle my buns with a peacock feather | |
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Posted: 4/3/2008 6:58:16 PM | and tickle my buns with a peacock feather
while i prepare a special dinner for you
keep me happy laughing all day
let the good in me come through
it will be my turn tomorrow night
my turn to make you feel sublime
and make you feel like a woman
by taking the extra time | |
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Posted: 4/3/2008 7:01:01 PM | the extra time you need
to truly feel complete
not being in a hurry
for that doth just defeat
the whole purpose of making love
it should be soft and slow
and slowly speed up to passionate gasps
where your rocking to and fro | |
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Posted: 4/3/2008 7:10:04 PM | where your rocking to and fro
passion ignites into frenzy
exploding into wonderous
love that really sends me
oh, when love is so delightfully shared
the ties that bind begin to bond
allowing the feelings to overwhelm me
together beginning our new dawn | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/3/2008 8:52:39 PM | together beginning our new dawn
of delight full exploration
time taking .... searching for the
oh ... right there .... oh yesssssssssssssss
Bright sparks of shattered light
loosing sight .... eyes closed tight
Another world comes into view
All of this because of you ...... | |
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Posted: 4/3/2008 9:19:54 PM | All of this because of you ......
Takin me all the way to the glue
That sticks like a sole to the shoe
Leather crafted sole-blues I got em
They won't wear through to the bottom
Seems the glue
Is made for two
So I'm stuck with you now , and WE trot em...LOL | |
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Posted: 4/3/2008 10:18:15 PM | So I'm stuck with you now , and WE trot em...LOL
I couldn't take it any longer
Lord I was crazed
And when the feeling came upon me
Like a tidal wave
I started swearing to my god and on my mother's grave
That I would love you to the end of time
I swore that I would love you to the end of time!
(I couldn't resist----- )
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Posted: 4/3/2008 10:59:23 PM | At high noon
Sun glared into the red-eyed loon
He swaggered with baited whiskey breath
"Nightmares are not a reliable source" -- Steth
Squinted eyes to the sky
Blood crept through cracked skin so dry
The Indian with peyote stood in the distance
His dreams had come true if only for one last brutal instance | |
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Posted: 4/3/2008 11:06:12 PM | His dreams had come true if for only for one last brutal instance
the moment for which every cowboy lives
the moment in time where the Angels have to decide
whose side that their love they're gonna give
John Wayne played it fifty times
Big Jake, Red River, CowBoys, Paint you a Wagon
In between takes I'mm in here thinking of rhymes
From the flames of hell I'm riding this dragon | |
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Posted: 4/4/2008 4:35:37 AM | ending hockey with the snow
Seasons fly by before my eyes
This year more view than participant
Losing grip on reality
Only recorder going was in my head
Can't find the off button
Horrible things he said
Doctors .... creators of the living dead. | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/4/2008 4:59:31 AM | Doctors .... creators of the living dead;
we aren't called patients for nothing my dear,
and they're there to practise, they make that clear,
but what to do with bumblebee words in the head?
Hush them, shush them, shrive them, hive them,
store them, ignore them, home them, comb them,
spell them, cell them, in time I'll bet money
you'll be able to harvest the sweetest honey | |
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Posted: 4/4/2008 8:15:00 AM | you'll be able to harvest the sweetest honey
from the pollenation
of the natural ization
of colony clustered hive
without honey bees the world would only survive
for four years
stop to think about the significance of them darlin lil buzziee bees
buzzy as can bes | |
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