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Posted: 4/22/2008 8:57:38 PM | You'll reap huge rewards
elbowing the hoards
of sidewalk sailors swinging
the bargains they are bringing
line ups in the shopping malls
stretched through town and city halls
beg a bone of contention
for a "buy local" convention | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/22/2008 9:13:05 PM | for a "buy local" convention
I agree with the principles
But sometimes I just can’t wait
For change
People are too slow to react
Usually it is too late
Before you realize the impact
Now karma I understand
I have witnessed it way to many times
In my life to count it out completely
It’s better to just ride things out
And let natural elements
Work out the details.
It is uncanny the number of times
I have chocked it up to karma. | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/22/2008 9:20:09 PM | ^^^OOPs...
... I have chocked it up to karma
and there she be
the butternut tree
all yellow and squashed
round as full as a squirrely bumble-bee
flittin and floatin and finer can no thing be
than the savoured flavour of
sound humming butternut free | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/23/2008 3:54:32 AM | Sound humming butternut free
Cocking her head she listens
Sounds coming from within
Standing at the ready
It's time to move in
Hear the breakfast squirming underneath the bark
Woodpecker dives in,
Catching food in the dark. | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/23/2008 8:39:19 PM | For a momentary reprieve
lets see what's up your sleeve
no rabbits in the pot or not
your card tricks aren't so hot
Smoke and mirrors are all you show
a one man horse and pony glow
two for a dollar and we know sex sells
somethings bad, that's how it smells | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/23/2008 9:03:59 PM | somethings bad that's how it smells
formula twisted and battered to hells
of the wing nuts in stinky thinky
that's my guess
what it is
not too kinky
so get in the fountain of rain with me and lets blow bows
that end in the pot of heaven | |
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Posted: 4/23/2008 9:20:21 PM | Calm down honey, release those fears
(These old lines have been around for years!)
Let me sooth your soul tonight
Just stay here with me, it will be all right
I won't hurt you, I mean no harm to ya doll,
Just want to get a little closer to you, that's all
I want to get to know you, do I need to explain?
what did you say your name was again? | |
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Posted: 4/23/2008 9:29:25 PM | what did you say your name was again?
don't you want to be my friend?
oh, we can have fun all through the night
don't be afraid, no worries of fright
we've met in bar and had a drink or two
what does that say about me and you
two lonely souls passing through the night
nothing is wrong, nothing is right | |
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Posted: 4/24/2008 5:40:09 AM | Full of unexpected surprises
I thought I'd find you here
But not in the way I had imagined
Full of birdsong, lightheaded from all that English beer.
But then those who drink
Elixirs most never savor while
Seeking the silver glove,
Yes it's true I'm amazed you're so in love. | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/24/2008 6:25:38 AM | while the queen lifts her mask to thwart a friend
from below her loins to her face sublime
the mask may be black ready for burial
or may be gold to hide her soul
or it may be sky blue
to let in the light
for although she denies it
the warmth is what succors the soul | |
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Posted: 4/24/2008 7:03:22 AM | the warmth is what succors the soul
pushing me far beyond my goal
that i never knew i could ever reach
but in my heart had always seeked
desired a sense of happiness and peace
and with love, a gentle release
the warmth of you in my life
now my heart is whole, without any strife | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 4/24/2008 2:06:39 PM | that end in the pot of heaven bridges a gap
left from reader takin a nap
just a quik scan and the fix is on
now we return the tune to the song
strum a guitar
play that sitar
eat some nuts at the microphone
your never alone when you feel at home | |
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Posted: 4/24/2008 10:37:06 PM | Now my heart is whole, without any strife
She's come back from the dead
Walking slowly through the garden of life
And all this time,
While I feed my head
While I feel the pain
While I see her flowing hair in the wind
This garden of fantasy transcends | |
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Posted: 4/25/2008 12:01:41 AM | This garden of fantasy transcends
where one bloom fades another amends
time after time in dreams softly grasped
in the kiss of the sun the leaves softly dance
when the night falls and blankets the earth
gentle the breeze invokes perfume of mirth
till a new day rises upon the ashes of old
visions blossom in rainbow stories told | |
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Posted: 4/25/2008 1:24:01 AM | Visions blossom in rainbow stories told
Where no man finds the color of gold
and to those who seek their fortune
following cloudy dreams of fantasies
of luring sexual gardens with paths of velvet
and springtime blossoms sprouting youthful ballets
girls in white dresses, in fields of poppies
From the second position, Rond de jambe to Relevé | |
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Posted: 4/25/2008 4:52:05 AM | Rond de jambe to Relevé
Dance Imagery for
Technique and Performance
In a classical Greek song, Apollo,
the god of medicine, music and poetry,
one of the twelve greater gods
and son of the chief god,
Zeus was called The Dancer. | |
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Posted: 4/25/2008 8:26:21 AM | Santa ... and the rest just didn't under stand I guess
my post was to correct you skipping a post further up on the page
please read previously posted material before posting
and check to see you have not been beaten to the puch. | |
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Posted: 4/25/2008 9:53:09 AM | Zeus, was called The Dancer.
Got in to a race with my man Mercury
You know, the guy that was "Fleet of foot"
How fast can you run, gave an evasive answer
False start by my " movin' on" man Mercury
Start out running before the starter's whistle
Most unusual way to start this world class race
But nobody had any caps for the starter's pistol | |
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