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Posted: 1/3/2007 9:01:54 PM | pet names II - names pet
i pick out my puppy
and as i’m driving home
i’m thinking of possible names
i’m remembering how
mj used to groom
her poodles in the kitchen
it looked pretty easy
if i got clippers
i could do that, too
poodles have actual hair
(not fur) so it grows
and needs to be cut
hair, hair, hair
i’m focusing on hair
cutting the hair
and it comes to me
very tongue-in-cheek
a bit of word play
will anyone get it
will I need to explain
why samson is a great name
with that decided
I try it out
I say, “samson”
and the little puppy
curled comfily on the front seat
lifts his head and looks at me
later, I’m looking at the papers
which have to be sent to the AKC
staring at the name line
if you’ve seen a dog show
you know about the official names
which are usually long and ridiculous
well, samson’s gonna have one, too
so, officially, he is registered as
doctor’s Rx for joy samson
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 for alwaysdreaming2006 | |
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Posted: 1/3/2007 9:27:18 PM | Reckless Jerry
A screech
A hault
A tumble
A drier
Tis one wreck
Less a Jerry
Who stood near by
In his crimson tie
Leading onlookers
Slowing traffic
Buying tickets
Selling stubs
Duuhhhhh........I'm glad I got out of that car. | |
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Posted: 1/3/2007 11:47:01 PM | Last one done
that was fun!
Pet names
They came in to fill the void
Of two brothers we’d enjoyed
And cherished for 17 years
The dears
Died and left us bare
Of cat fur
And purr
And were
So loved by us all.
That fall two more brothers came
And I got to name
Them Bob.
Bob Marley for one, black and beautiful
So full
Of purr, but he picks his laps, yes sir
When he wants to
Be petted by you
He stretches up
And mews. He’s thrilling.
The other I called Bob Dylan
He plays up, likes centre stage snooze
And arrogantly expects his dues
In sardines and cream
He’s never mean
But loves to be petted and played
I’m afraid
I’m the only one who calls him that
Pet name got hijacked
By Narnian reading girls
Who took names from other worlds
And called him Caspian prince
What difference
Does a pets name make
If I forsake
My preference. Release
For the sake of family peace,
And forget
Naming the pet. | |
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Posted: 1/4/2007 12:12:28 AM | A CLOSE SHAVE
I was at the house
Of my tenth fave galpal,
Giving her an innocent bikini wax job
(She was deathly afraid
Of nicking her private areas;
What are good friends for?).
Bathroom door closed,
She "oohed" and "aahed"
When I scraped the dead skin
From her humid inner thighs.
Well, just then, her boyfriend
Enters the front door, and,
Evidently feeling frisky,
Summons her to take a look at his
"Special package".
Now, I don't have a vested interest
In checking this out,
And, sensing his disbelief
At my compassionate service
To the love of his life,
I dress (She has a bathroom
Walk-in closet) as a piano
Instructress/tuner, and sail
A minuet over his befuddled head
In the way of playing
All eighty-eight of her naked keys
Just as he enters the bathroom
All a-tremble, and maladroitly
Holding, of a sudden, a washcloth
To his gunny sack.
I hoot, and abscond
With a diminishing coda
And an acrid taste
On my clotted tongue.
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Posted: 1/4/2007 4:38:01 AM |
So sue me!
Do Ra Me!
One two three!
From,: Robb, Steele and Cheete
To: Ms Ravinloonie
Date: 4/01/07
Subject: Defamation of Character
Our client, Al Yosha, has given us instructions
to bring a suit against you
in the court of Lower Warkworth
(soon as we can find it
on the map) for damages in the amount of
innumerable instances of Carnal
Entertainment and Lascivious Pleasure.
See ya in court, Sunshine! | |
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Posted: 1/4/2007 6:29:20 AM | Its a funny ol world..........
Who’d ever heard of the things we here,
Like, who did the thinking that thought our answers,
And which funny man said the world was a sphere?
I bet the best of the best were merely chancers!
Tell me, can you, how the bluebottle is blue?
Or can you see if my intentions are true?
Not a trivia quiz, wrong answers are none,
But trivia with feelings are shared with everyone.
Yes then, if sense you stop making, then you’ll be just fine,
Rewind, stop, playback and watch, fill your time,
If answers are found, you can see through plain glass...
The other side is greener, looking out over the grass!
It’s a funny old world as I started to say,
And those random questions always get in the way,
Still onwards we motion, while here that we stay,
I’ll answer those questions some other day! | |
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Posted: 1/4/2007 11:04:17 AM | Pet names
I try to wait a little, am never right the first time
"hey you" works well until I finally get it.
The puppy, brave, named toughstuff segued into tuffy, ends at tuff
Rufus, named ruffles for one about her neck,
ends telling me that anything so femie is not her bag
She's a hunter: toads, and snakes and hummingbirds
Her sister, Heidegger ends as Digger, as in Hi! Digger.
King Roseveer of Humpledinger, Roosevelt (big dogs deserve big names)
at last is Rosie, the biggest, stinkiest GREAT Pyrenees of them all. Sweet twit.
And Miss Hannah. Hannah Rosannadanna. (also Devil Annie) Just Hannah. Krezzy as a loon,
and smarter than is good: walks roofs and balances on fence tops
but is not smart enough not to kill a skunk. And tears down doors.
Ends in early Alzheimer's: she done used that brain up early.
Sweet Zeke. Who ran away one day. Loved him madly, Chief Spotted Tongue
and have muddy pawprints on white sweaters to prove it. Never get a dog whose
ancestors have names like wolfhound and beardog. Nuff sed. | |
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Posted: 1/4/2007 12:16:15 PM | Ravinloonie? What kind of PET NAME is that?
Think you’re spunky
What kind of FUNKY MONKEY
Do you take me for?
Got balls, this one does to threaten Me!
Still chill
From my HOLIDAY OVERKILL
Been FLASHING you the news.
Don’t be RECKLESS JERRY
It is Very
Scary
To take me on in any court.
I’m not the sort
To accept a CLOSE SHAVE
I misbehave
And leave you to quiver
Sinkin’ down my REFUGEE RIVER
With all the other men who sought
My affections sooo hot
Leave you steamin’
Still dreamin’
Are you?
See you
In court. | |
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Posted: 1/4/2007 12:47:58 PM | Let me tell ya, Dude, the kind of PET NAME
Ravinloonie is.
It’s the sort of one that every FUNKY MONKEY’d
give any one of her front paws for!
Could it be that recent HOLIDAY OVERKILL
where you od’d on banana daiquiries
has got visions FLASHING before your eyes?
RECKLESS JERRY, by the way,
is just my first name.
You don’t want to know
what my MIDDLE NAME is.
You’ve already risked about as
CLOSE a SHAVE as you’re ever likely to get
by telling me “[deleted] [censored]
and furthermore [severely deleted]!”
The thing about the REFUGEE RIVER
is we could never tell which of us
was fleein' from the other! | |
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Posted: 1/4/2007 1:12:06 PM | yeah, just let me know where lower warkworth is, and i'll gladly sit in the peanut gallery to watch the battle of verse. 
thanks everyone...
nimmblefingers
ravincause
prycuk
alyosha
rory27
woobytoodsday
...your great posts are really making this thread work 
i'm especially enjoying everyone's rememberances about their pets, which, i'm sure, comes as no surprise. here's to our friends!!    | |
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Posted: 1/4/2007 1:13:36 PM | Wooby, will you represent me in court?
I do not have a retort
to his prose. Just my luck.
I really didn't say I would
[deleted] [censored]
You at all! Did I?
Sigh.
Y'all gotta believe me
I couldn't have said
[severely deleted] either!
I wouldn't know how!
Wow. Those banana daiquiris had my tongue saying the wrong things
New Years hang over brings
In trouble already.
Be steady.
Holiday overkill
Will be the end of me
I got a lawyer see?
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Posted: 1/4/2007 9:36:13 PM | funky monkey
there’s a new dance craze
it’ll put you in a daze
best fun you’ve had in days
form up in lines
don’t gimme no whines
gonna have a good time
first, everyone gives a hoot
then, a single finger salute
next, all begin to scoot
stomp your feet, up and down
then everyone turns around
this is when you go to town
then, pretend to climb a tree
left hand, right hand, easily
this is fun, as you see
now, you bare your teeth
keep your member in its sheath
for its juice may fall uselessly beneath
keep on moving both your feet
right, then left, feel the beat
now, you’re getting to the heat
turn to the person on your right
now they’re in for a delight
you sure won’t get a fight
pick carefully, be nice
try to get off all the lice
do it once, then do it twice
now that grooming’s done
it’s time to have some fun
let’s go, let’s all run
now, pretend to take a crap
don’t be shy, my good chap
this is where you learn to rap
toss it, at the one left of thee
now, you look around to see
if it’s time to leave the tree
now that you’ve had the shits
it’s time to scratch underarm pits
yes, a total scratch-fest blitz
that’s how to do the funky monkey
it doesn’t matter if you’re chunky
just try your best to not be clunky
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Posted: 1/4/2007 11:07:11 PM | Wooby, will you represent me in court? I do not have a retort to his prose. Just my luck. I really didn't say I would
[deleted] [censored]
Ah. Ravin my dear. I'd love to.
But have to recuse myself for reasons
quite unrelated to the cause at hand
(so to speak)
Thing is, they won't let us Murikins practice
in a Canajun court. . . .
so I'd have no retort when they tossed me.
But if memory serves
You simply reported what you'd observed
And the best defense is trooth.
Right, Mr. Yosha? | |
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Posted: 1/6/2007 9:16:23 AM | reckless jerry
I knew a guy named reckless jerry
he was a magnet for disaster
he lacked all common sense
often giving rise to laughter
once, he erected a white picket fence
to entirely surround his yard
didn’t anchor the posts in cement
it collapsed under his st. bernard
then there was that one thanksgiving
so proud of his new turkey deep-frier
didn’t bother to take any precautions
his house went up in a five alarm fire
another day, while piloting his boat
he foolishly sped in front of a ferry
the boat was wrecked, only splinters
and that was the end of reckless jerry | |
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Posted: 1/7/2007 6:55:28 AM | up a tree, in a certain frame of mind....lol,
Look at me
You and me, up a tree….
What can we see? what can we see?
I spy a fairy….over in the distance..
Hiding all it s delightfull existence!
No torch in our hands to show us the way;
Tis a cold ol’ morning, tis a dark old day.
What did you see, whilst up the tree?
why I saw you, and me, in a tree…….
but what can I see? What can I see
I saw some things my eyes made up..
Im seeing things all lit up!
oh, Am I scared of this what I see?
Why no, the best place to be
Is up a tree…. | |
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Posted: 1/7/2007 7:24:04 PM | thanks, ravin, wooby, and prycuk........
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flashing
i am walking down 7th avenue
times square is, supposedly, cleaned up, now
no more “hot girls” dancing
no more porno stores
no more peep shows
no more obvious prostitutes
now it’s all Disney
now it’s all virgin records
now it’s all safe
so, imagine my surprise
when I am accosted
by the prototypical perv
wearing a raincoat
with nothing underneath
flashing me
with nothing under that raincoat
but what god gave him
and flaccid, to boot
what a hoot | |
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Posted: 1/7/2007 9:47:38 PM | Refugee River
Saturday matinees
for years those reels
were more real than my childhood
We had to watch that war
that is where my father
was, somewhere in that
grainy black and white
Was she hoping, praying
to catch a picture of him?
Him who was in a silver
frame next to my bed
so I would not forget
him. Next to hers.
But never did. Instead,
rivers of refugees, fleeing
now from this city, now
from that. Sometimes
because of us. Sometimes
because of "them."
Them made smoke and fire
them made the faces of the women
afraid, and the children, my
size, tormented. I didn't know that
word then. But I knew the
look on the face of the child
carried in a grandfather's arms.
And we hoped my daddy could fix it.
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Posted: 1/7/2007 10:05:29 PM | well I am late for my topic to choose
so I wil select my own muse
what to write i will wait to read
the poem that gallops away on its steed
through th e townships along a brook
both galloping and the earth shook
a quake from the hills and pebbles and stone
unable to continue the neighing horse bucks the poem
and under the rocks burried for a spell
till a human mistook it for a fossill
tatered and torn but attached like a scroll
its secret is passed on and its tale is told
that all we think of every thought comes true
what we are is what we do
that focus and vision to imagine a life
each day from our bed we rise
the secret is quite a simple one
where the blind can see and the lame can run
all we need is just to believe
everything is there for us to achieve
the universe is open to every open mind
peace on earth is a simple rhyme
so the poem i wrote is a secret revealed
the future of possibilities is like the grass in a field | |
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Posted: 1/8/2007 8:49:47 AM | Refugee Rivers
like grass in a field we look to that yield
for future growth of those cows
the sows in the barn on this animal farm
eat anything we toss at them now
unnoticed a few trickle over
finding a place to hide
word spread quick
like a blasting wick
with a torrent not far behind
run for your life if you can son
try to stay out of the sites
dig a new hole every day boy
so you can sleep in the night
like grass in a field getting trampled
by millions of lost needy souls
dug for up faster than growth now
nobody can find any coal
these rivers of refuge from a bad gee
chased by hated not quelled by thee
supported with sales from corporate guns
those little children will soon have some
without the guidance of parental love
hate can be moulded
reinforced with drugs
they are the cause
they all must die
they we replace
with wink of an eye
caught in the sights
run though the night
a bullet is faster
let's burn out the blight
its only right
the left us to die
now its their turn
you know why
crossed in the hairs of angry vengeance
for living today death is the sentence
Now rivers run red with the blood of kin
trying to escape the life they are in
borders are blocked by unwilling hosts
not enough food to even make toast
could be the weather
could be the name
it doesn't get better
with war as the game
too often solutions
don't really mix
blind institutions
really don't fix
social dilemma of too many souls
trying to live in this fish bowl
limited resources and limited thought
makes limited survival what we've got
its so easy to deny another's plight
when we don't believe in that fight
tribal disputes that go on for eternity
really don't fit in western modernity
So those for sake of us and that river of refugees
we build a dam across the valley
letting them pile up into a lake
hoping evaporation of etrician will take
enough to the big house up in the sky
our borders will hold off the flood of cries
its your bullets that kill most new hope
and your the sellers of all the dope
stealing the genetic codes of all food
taking young pretties for some backroom lude
corruption of morals just can't occur
when no morals are seen outside of the blur
greed for materials you don't really need
bleeding the poor so pets you can feed
ousting the ones that say we should share
thinking hard work will just get them there
nobody said life was going to be fair
beside the games on
so who really cares?
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Posted: 1/8/2007 11:17:44 AM | thanks, woobytoodsay and thorb, for the refugee river writes.
thanks, truthisstrange, your muse seems to be working just fine. 
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topics for the week jan 8 - jan 14, 2007
1. the web
2. In a yugo
3. three winks
4. photo opportunity
5. moronicity
6. lonely boy
7. danger
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Posted: 1/8/2007 4:47:17 PM | in a yugo
my date picked me up
in a yugo one night
while it’s a very small car
it seemed to drive alright
we two really hit it off
sparks flying, left and right
the pheromones drove us wild
had to act on it, that very night
so into the yugo’s back seat
knees to nose, holding tight
we scratched our itch
but it led to my plight
i got stuck in that position
and that’s just not right
please, stop your laughing
for it is really not polite | |
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Posted: 1/8/2007 5:11:00 PM | ~~The Web....~~
Whether thru a spiders trip...
or a human consumption....
the design of the irradecent web...
the intricate detail in it....
thru the movement of the littlest spider...
to the betrayel or deceit of a masked mindset.....
web of destruction...
web of hate....
web of hope.....
yet all leading back to the beauty ....
truely personalized...
in the Web of Beauty.......
one only a spider can bask...
in the glory of designing....
~~Bubblez | |
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