| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 6/12/2008 7:10:50 PM | and you'll never again, get this chewing out
a sad mistake on my part no doubt
an eight line stanza required now delivered,
my pen in hand still quivers
and proud you may be
of your pithy retort
I will endeavor to never
come up short | |
|
| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 6/13/2008 3:41:48 AM | Come up short? Me? Never.
Lost for a line or three? Clever
with words, or so they say.
When they're right, I agree with 'they'.
But now, whenever a camera might appear
it's, 'Stand in front, you're short my dear.'
Challenged vertically, not a violet who's shrinking
I meet with friends here to keep me thinking. | |
|
| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 6/13/2008 7:04:09 AM | I meet with friends here to keep me thinking.
Posting new lines without even blinking
some of them true, come out really stinking
It isn't the sounds of wine glasses clinking
I can't use that excuse cause it's just coffee I'm drinking
just sometimes my mental abilities are just sinking
and absurdity comes with a nod and a winking
but at least all the lines come in eight and are linking | |
|
| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 6/13/2008 1:14:17 PM | but at least all the lines come in eight and are linking
permanent crow's feet from years of winking
creases getting deeper as my skin becomes aged
a battle with the wind and the sun is waged
by potions and lotions and salves and such
but the wisdom they imply keeps me in touch
with my younger self, outward facade be damned
youth wasted on the young, I will no longer be scammed | |
|
| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 6/15/2008 8:23:38 PM | Youth wasted on the young?
I will no longer be scammed
into thinking I have thrown away
those past years - be damned
in believing the best has already been
and somehow the rest's downhill
I remain as young as I want to be
this world offers youthful joys still | |
|
| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 6/15/2008 8:38:29 PM | this world offers youthful joys stills
and i savor them all with care
appreciate it i will
embrace the wonder i dare
for youth is not an chronological age
have met 20 yr olds who are old farts
youth is but a state of mind
some consider it a fine art | |
|
| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 6/16/2008 9:39:47 AM | Some consider it a fine art
How they can mince words
From the finish or the start
Never truly once revealing
Such simple of matters of the heart
Impressed more by condescending innuendo
Or the mindless regurgitation of a buxomly tart
In the end all be it the end all what left is there to know? | |
|
| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 6/16/2008 11:13:47 AM | In the end all be it the end all what left is there to know?
Is the the end, what all shall be, what we all have to show?
Is there an end or do cycles continuously flow?
No end, no beginning, spirit expanding to grow?
Maybe not a race, maybe no time exists,
Maybe it's all now as the great philosophers insist
Maybe we could love and enjoy, be less fatalist
and with the whole universe in peace co-exist | |
|
| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 6/17/2008 8:54:42 PM | With the whole universe in peace co-exist
the twist and turns are a must
bouncing the ball in rhythmic time
elapsing sands through the hour
moment to moment taking on the reflection
Fore Father's dreams living out today
Thoughts precisely developed
Bringing it all to this day, tomorrow... | |
|
| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 6/17/2008 11:18:46 PM | Bringing it all to this day, tomorrow
along the path that we'd already followed,
where our footing was never cautious
and our cheerful parade ever raucous.
Turning our heads to see the sights,
surprised when we often find little delight,
and notice the famine, cruelty and more,
and think, Did we pass that tree before? | |
|
| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 6/18/2008 3:24:32 AM | and think, Did we pass that tree before?
and best, make a mark so your sure
cross the eyes and dot the tees
stand up straight on wobbley knees
it all is determined by a few degrees
your the one you need to please
they will constantly make new decrees
so go if you have to take a pee | |
|
| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 6/18/2008 4:41:11 AM | so go if you have to take a pee
do as you please
by all means
nothing is worse than a full bladder
knowing what's the matter
will only get me madder
so gratefully release
what needs to be set free
(gee-ma-neeze thorb...pee?!) | |
|
| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 6/18/2008 4:47:56 PM | what needs to be set free
what trouble haunts thee
what shalt that concept be
what disguise brings fatality
as the sun seems to rise each day in the east
the bread will rise with heat and yeast
our dreams may rise from within deep sleep
bringing rise to saints or confusion and bleep | |
|
| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 6/18/2008 9:27:22 PM | bringing rise to saints or confusion and bleep
an outcome one could only wish for
press a button and all confusion has gone
leaving the saints to triumph in dreams once more
press pause to gain time to make some plans
or press rewind and redress some wrongs
but beware of pressing the fast forward key
keep tomorrow where it belongs | |
|
| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 6/20/2008 7:48:22 PM | keep tomorrow where it belongs
rippling waves of yesterdays songs
dreamed into being where time is profound
awareness that deepens in distinctive sound
waves through the memories of creation's peak
thoughts that meander from mouths that will speak
truth that awakens the will of the whole
enlightened forever by heart of the soul | |
|
| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 6/24/2008 4:38:52 AM | enlightened forever by heart of the soul
grabbing the chance before we get old
to say what we need, and need what we have
to rub down those wounds with some ill-gotten salve
let's run away, through fields of heather
decide when we're finished on living forever
it takes just a moment to extinguish the flame
but we can be lit for eons in this mindblowing game | |
|
| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 6/24/2008 9:52:24 AM | We can be lit for eons in this mind blowing game
Yet despite all the fanning it all ends the same
Consumed we expire as the ashes grow cold
The story's the same yet it never gets old
Wayward carnal intent adds the fuel to the fire
As the embers grow hot in the flames of desire
Stoked and poked and then sated at last
Snubbed out well smoked with no future or past | |
|
| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 6/26/2008 10:03:25 AM | Snubbed out-well smoked-with no future or past
expecting this moment to last, baby, last
wanting it all but refusing to give
one hesitant inch so that you may live
drowning in desire, i hike up that skirt
revealing the scars left behind the hurt
you dusted off the mind of this ne'er do well
soon, if we're lucky, we'll come back up from hell | |
|
longte
|
Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 4669 | |
| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 6/29/2008 3:26:34 AM | soon, if we're lucky, we'll come back up from hell
but if we don't remenber us well
for we were our heroes; we tried our best
wasn't our fault we dropped into this nest
across the styx; into this fix; we have played the game
while demons call we never fall or fear to feel the shame
upon the reef of hopeless grief you may wonder why
yet meanwhile we simply smile and spit into the devils eye
 | |
|
| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 6/29/2008 1:03:25 PM | yet meanwhile we simply smile and spit into the devils eye
All the while spitting until our hearts are dry
Never seeing the mirror, and never asking why
That devil mocks our every move, our every shout and sigh
So I
Say "the devil" is a construct of our own angry design
And thus
We have met the enemy, and he is us | |
|
| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 6/29/2008 2:57:41 PM | We have met the enemy, and he is us
there's no serenity
preemptive strike, carnivorous
he defiles our constitution with impunity
we long again to put the white hat on
show brotherhood and community
perhaps new leadership will spawn
the opportunity of global unity | |
|
| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 6/29/2008 5:16:10 PM | the opportunity of global unity
seems an unlikely turn of events
wheels set in motion
embed in political mud
what is promised is not meant
what is meant is not mentioned
I fear for the fate of our great new hope
the truth is an uncomfortable partner | |
|
| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 6/29/2008 6:06:21 PM | the truth is an uncomfortable partner.
Oh truth, your profile caught my eye!
Your comfort? My concern! Your panties, in a bunch?
(At least that's my hunch.)
Oh truth do not tremble, timid truth do not fear,
Your shining white knight Rev1 Dave is now here.
Long walks off short piers, then several cold beers,
Oh truth, my sweet truth, dear, dear truth, let's do lunch! | |
|
longte
|
Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 4674 | |
| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 6/30/2008 2:24:13 AM | Oh truth, my sweet truth, dear, dear truth, let's do lunch!
but if its only lies you bring; it won't matter not one bunch
for crocodiles on hang-gliders frequently go crunch
but only when the facts are camouflaged as hunch
one eyed; one horned; flying purple people eaters
often get quite hungry; but never are wife beaters
just beware of them if you're outside feeding meters
or crouching in the undergrowth; looking out for skeeters
| |
|
| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 7/1/2008 11:17:27 AM | crouching in the undergrowth; looking out for skeeters
cranking up the amplifier, worried 'bout the tweeters
fighting the days battle despite the self defeaters
I will not abandon my kind
stick iron in fire so that it will harden
vote for politicians based on whom they may parden
I"m sick of the world and gonna work in my garden
a weed is a state of mind | |
|
Home
login 
