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Posted: 4/14/2008 12:55:30 PM | might not look like much-o-nothin'
but I'm tryin to look "tough"
I open my arms to the poor
and extend my hand to the needy
I laugh at the days to come
I speak with wisdom
Many women do noble things
but I surpass them all | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/14/2008 1:28:01 PM | like a fine tuned machine
I've mastered the art
of perspiring instead of sweating
and holding it in when I need to fart
Spontaneous combustion is risky
when it's a woman you're being
Keep a smile on your face
while a silent one you're freeing | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/14/2008 1:37:38 PM | a silent one you're freeing
don't bother me when skiing
its only the wet ones
that aren't much fun
then at the end of the run so to speak
a change room becomes primary seek
dodge and deek around neighbours and frineds
to wash up and make a better end | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/14/2008 1:49:12 PM | to wash up and make a better end
the bathroom doors locked
and here comes a friend
upon siting of "poopy pants" he'll be shocked
So run I'll for the car, and get home if I'm able
Oh wait.....where's the keys?
........they're in the house
on the coffee table...... | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/14/2008 4:59:29 PM | Living free in bliss...
Never thinking of what I could miss
Taking for granted?
No not a day
God is preparing the perfect man for me
Hope he doesn't get away 
Think I'll listen to the tunes
And dream upon the distant runes | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/14/2008 5:23:39 PM | And dream upon the distant runes;
Who is this that appears like the dawn
fair as the moon, bright as the sun
majestic as the stars in procession.
Come, let us go to the countryside
Let us spend the night in the villages.
Let us go early to the vineyards
to see if the vines have budded. | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/14/2008 7:08:44 PM | to see if the vines have budded
to see if the moon shadow glows
to see if wildflowers are studded
amongst the green hills as they grow
let us follow our heart and play
let us drink in the springtime air
let us deeply embrace this day
and live our life without care | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/14/2008 8:04:56 PM | and live our life without care
I would take chances everywhere
Air balloon in June
Rocket to the moon
Hang glide all the way across Victoria falls
If I only had the balls.
Guess I'll settle for a cup of "Crappa-chino"
and stare at these four walls | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/14/2008 8:23:46 PM | and stare at these four walls
i begin to think about a man who has it all
humor, kindness then throw in some wit
now, there's a man who'd be a good fit
a man who's fun and likes a good laugh
and one who is not toooo darn daft
oh...and he must love the written word..
the more the better is what i heard | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/14/2008 8:31:44 PM | The more the better is what I heard
upon trying to share it, he flipped me the bird
So it was then that I turned the other cheek
and for much kinder souls I began to seek
Years later I find myself on down the road
away from all of the things that I used to know
and I ran into that man, on one random night
and his various trials had shown him the light | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/14/2008 11:16:19 PM | And another stanza passed by... not sure why...
Open another bottle of wine!
As his seed slipped down her spine
Another shattered glass on the pavement
Had Agnes feel bleary-eyed in enslavement
Her face burned in the bitter winter chill
Exposed breasts haunted an extended $5 bill
A trail followed the man with his lustful greed
Snatched, degraded and embalmed by his need]
And his various trials had shown him the light
Tomorrow is court day and a helluva fight
He shot at a truck with man behind the wheel
Three felonies later his daughter pays the reel
At nine years of age the movies are for escape
This reality, her reality can only be compared to rape
When she looks for her dad, years will be like weeds
Snatched, degraded and embalmed by his need | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/14/2008 11:44:06 PM | Snatched, degraded, and embalmed by his need
Our mother's warned us about him
but we didn't take heed
What big beautiful eyes you have
"tis better to see you with my dear"
In one moment of ignorance,
the snarling teeth weren't feared
in that moment,
miserably lying in blood of our own
The distance, caused by violation,
is one of its own..
(oops....s'posed to be 8...wrong thread :P) | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/15/2008 12:05:39 AM | is one of its own..
missed unintentional shown
focus marred self inflicted wine
life's pleasures unable savour divine.
golden treasure pieces o' eight
illussioned to miserable fate
treasure neglect in household
blinded false to that true gold. | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/15/2008 1:32:37 AM | and his various trials had shown him the light
And who is he that has called you out of darkness
into the wonderful light so bright?
For the light hates the darkness.
Once you had not received mercy
but now you have received mercy
Once your were lost
but mow you have found your way. | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/15/2008 2:59:47 AM | but now you have found your way.
have been lost too, i say
had to be honest with myself
before gaining a ton of wealth
not talking about money and things
but the wealth that happiness and love can bring
learned to love myself the best
so i can share what i have with the rest | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/15/2008 3:56:35 AM | so i can share what i have with the rest
confused at writings by passed at best
understood not rules without compassion
consideration worn is always in fashion
first to be last famous herald from book
last to be first misconstrued I mistook
last line becomes first in poetic eight
encouraging thus expression free great. | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/15/2008 4:06:37 AM | encouraging thus expression free great
bottled wines unexperienced fate
spoken cork screwed innocence
aged dollars made from little sense
passions expressed of depth to tell
failed water drawn from that well
oblivious enchanted narcistic greed
snatched, degraded and embalmed by his need | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/15/2008 6:29:01 AM | snatched, degraded and embalmed by his need
she lies entombed within his greed
his pyramid of orders bearing her under
her choice of pharaoh her life's worst blunder
until a promise of light penetrates her grave
illumines ideas to make her brave
she sloughs off the winding sheets binding her tight
regaining freedom, regaining her right | |
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