| 8 LINE STANZAS
Posted: 2/22/2007 9:32:55 PM | sleepy time now or tomorrow no carrot;
have to drag slack butt back up to the garret.
Time to go dreaming
of stars and moons beaming.
Tomorrow will sing
with the sounds of the spring
when the winter's forgotten
and harshness verboten.
(I actually counted that carefully. Suffering catfish: I'm a line counter!) | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS
Posted: 2/22/2007 11:43:08 PM | and harshness verboten.
beach chairs we'll be tote'n
as we make our way
to sand and sea play
weiners and mallows to roast
a break from the poetry post
when the day is done
we'll watch the setting sun | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS
Posted: 2/23/2007 4:12:29 AM | We'll watch the setting sun
as twilight has begun
and there we will rejoice
in gladsome song and voice
Reach to the skies above
flying freely with the dove
who brings us inner peace
until this life shall cease | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS
Posted: 2/23/2007 4:33:29 AM | Until this life shall cease
I will be searching for you
I will find no peace
Till I find you
Cause you are there
I don’t know where
I have been walking for a long time
Let’s go on a new road and start to climb | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS
Posted: 2/23/2007 5:22:20 AM | Let's go on a new road and start to climb
up hill and mountain to where all time
stands still in the beauty of what we behold
in awe it escapes us, the words untold
Bask in the wonderment of paradise seen
in your eyes, and imagine the pastures of green
rivers of silver and skies of blue
it's placed there before you, displayed in full view | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS
Posted: 2/23/2007 7:24:22 AM | it's placed there before you, displayed in full view
yet there you stand as if there is nothing new
chatting about some obscure moment at work
ignoring sheer beauty on display to a jerk
She's spent so much time and precious sparse money
on fine preparations of her sensual milky honey
balanced with taste and aesthetic insight
so self absorbed you might swoon in delight | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS
Posted: 2/23/2007 9:07:41 AM | So self absorbed
you might swoon in delight
of deception and then
there's a chance that there might
be a saviour in this
when it's come to be realized
that the fool at play
has lost their disguise. | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS
Posted: 2/23/2007 9:19:59 AM | the fool at play has lost their disguise
but still coherent enough to mesmerise
with a whirling dervish spinning religious beliefs
and blinded politicians sipping oil with their eats
we know better ,Us cultured and pure
mega powered countries with ills for our cures
why can't we sever or at least separate
fly away on saucers until they all liquidate | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS
Posted: 2/23/2007 11:19:32 AM | fly away on saucers until they all liquidate
is the thought from nowhere that just popped in
so what kind of head would think that's great
when your dancing inside of the recycle bin
No music is playing for benefit of a rhythm
twisting and jumping the cups start to spinning
was it the c or d you wanted them in
so all the spectators will keep up their grinning | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS
Posted: 2/23/2007 11:41:01 AM | all the spectators will keep up their grinning
monosyllabicly rambling to hide their indecision
or to disguise the fact that they too condone
raping a foreign land while giving up their own
saying "do it our way or pay the price"
we've got the arrogance to ignite the device
if you see it our way the rest will deviate
emigrate west where we always capitulate | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS
Posted: 2/23/2007 11:57:08 AM | emigrate west where we always capitulate
then force your signing despite all your whining
late oh no never the date is forever ingrated
belated to grieve the passing bell chiming
we will read the terms openly to your siblings
after schools have developed them proper
with a dress code that caused some quibbling
then plugged the hole with a rubber stopper | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS
Posted: 2/23/2007 11:38:54 PM | 
Then plugged the hole with a rubber stopper,
and placed a ring,,on my finger,,,
think it was copper.
I have met alot of clowns,,,,
but this one,,,made my heart sound!
To love him fully,,,,was the love , I found.
If love was simple,,,and the boat was floatin...
I would not be complainin,,,,I would be dotin,,,,
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| 8 LINE STANZAS
Posted: 2/24/2007 6:41:49 AM | I would not be complain'n, I'd be dotin
and drinking till my eyeballs were floatin
if it meant getting through all the taunting
I now realise it's a maid that your wanting
Cut the lawn, shovel snow, watch your brats
bake you pies, wash windows, feed your cats
I gave up the position it's true
now I'm free and I'm rid of you | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS
Posted: 2/24/2007 6:49:55 AM | Now I am free and Im rid of you
Its been a slice a I bid you adue
No regrets do I have for the time
It was fun its over, no crime
We walk away happy and dont look back
The house has been sold and now we must pack
One pat on the back for the road
It was fun though you where a bit of a toad | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS
Posted: 2/24/2007 7:03:36 AM | It was fun though you were a bit of a toad
Until your true colors...you finally showed
Sitting there on your lily pad, eating pie "ala mode"
Well, it finally sunk under all that weight
You didn't have the money to pay for that freight
didn't realize it then..but now it's too late
and you're gonna have to search harder..for another mate
Hope you have the patience...the patience to wait. | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS
Posted: 2/24/2007 7:15:30 AM | the patience to wait is what she asks
while behind that desk on her big fat ...
sassin won't help but it makes ya feel good
so off to the magazine table you should
pick out a good one that's not a year old
something about Polar bears never told
so here in the office in colourful print
you forgot reading glasses so I guess you must squint. | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS
Posted: 2/24/2007 1:33:11 PM | You forgot reading glasses so I guess you must squint
Its the age thing I know but I will give you a hint
This document your are desperatly trying to read
Has some hidden messages for you but you must take heed
Dont sign anything my friend and find yourself some advise
It appears all your posessions are to go to your ex-wife
Apparently hind site is 20/20 they say
Take my advise and call up God and pray | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS
Posted: 2/24/2007 2:40:11 PM | Take my advise and call up God and pray.
Sorry, it has to be this way.
For all the times, we helped oneanother.
I am now , looking for another lover.
It is all good, and well maybe...
It's for the best,,,,we all will see.
Love has a way of finding its end.
So with my heart, goodbye,,I send.
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| 8 LINE STANZAS
Posted: 2/24/2007 7:02:13 PM | So with my heart, goodbye, I send
Please dont look back or pretend
It was a rough road, this I know
Its all over now and this pop stand I blow
I'll be in Tobs Tavern having some brews
Just need to relax cuz Ive got a short fuse
Put my cares far behind me, cant take the stress
My blood pressures up and I sick of the mess | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS
Posted: 2/24/2007 9:50:08 PM | My blood pressures up and I'm sick of the mess
the confusers a dork and I could care or less
watch the white possum scream or black snake moan
wanna be the next contestant on "Honey I'm Home"
To be happy again ,all set to curl my own toes
the winner comes last but is the first to know
this is not making science ,am I a one man herd
singing it's my last line yeah this is my last word | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS
Posted: 2/24/2007 11:42:31 PM | singing it's my last line yeah this is my last word
The last line I broke out in song..praying no one heard
See I've been warned by a judge not to sing outloud
For my voice can produce a very hostile crowd
Punitive damages alone are killing me
But the hate mail I recieve will be my death..you'll see
SWF seeks hearing impaired man
Hoping he'll respond and be my one and only fan | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS
Posted: 2/25/2007 9:16:29 AM | be my one and only fan
crash and burn the wasted stands
no reason left to print new flyers
manufactured dreams are like liars
designed to imprint shallow minds
with a product they later find
broken dried and of little use
like so much else that is obtuse | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS
Posted: 2/25/2007 9:18:40 AM | Hoping he'll respond
Be my one and only fan
Thats why here I'm on
Too find me a Man
Far and near from
Gonna take a stand
If he does me wrong
Will get him with Pan | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS ..can't forget to edit
Posted: 2/25/2007 9:37:36 AM | like so much else that is obtuse
I nailed that bone rack to the old tin roof
as everything around shook like a tornado
the earth moved and left me in the shallows
a sunrise showed up with a brilliant burgundy
tarnishing the silver glow to a golden harmony
the warmth was a welcome that couldn't last
as the metal heated with rays to burn my azz | |
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| 8 LINE STANZAS ..can't forget to edit
Posted: 2/25/2007 5:07:44 PM | As the metal heated with rays to burn my azz
I choose not to allow history to repeat
I was done with the heartache and all that jazz
A life choosen with you to be complete.
A change of thought and attitude
was indeed a freshing start
the old tin roof wasn't for this dude
nor would it be charring my heart | |
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