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| The Daily Poet (EXTRA! EXTRA! get your daily muse here!)
Posted: 1/8/2007 5:47:34 PM | Danger. Don’t go there.
Beware
Voices outside my head tell me this is so.
Inside my head is only a listener though
You said you were just dropping by
Passing through on the fly
And I don’t know why
I invited you in.
So you could begin
Picking apart old scabs, peel
The layers I’ve left to heal.
Danger, don’t go there
Don’t ask
If there’s a chance
I would dance
That same dance with you.
Don’t tell me you’ve changed
Because it’s strange
That you sound the same
And the blame
Keeps coming through
In the words you sulk and stew.
Danger
Don’t go there
Because the rage I have kept in check
All these years
Disguised by tears
Shed in the late nights of your coldness
In the hypocrisy of the boldness
Of your deceit.
Retreat
Because that rage is as big as Pele will let me share
Beware.
It may blow.
You need to go.
There is danger here.
Stay clear. | |
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| The Daily Poet (EXTRA! EXTRA! get your daily muse here!)
Posted: 1/8/2007 11:13:20 PM | alyosha, i swear i AM psychic when it comes to you...how else did i throw out a topic that you wrote a poem about in september? hmmm......
bubblez - great write, there! thanks.
ravincause - you continue to astound! and are quick becoming one of my heroes. | |
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| Legends of the Yugo
Posted: 1/9/2007 5:45:55 AM | Legends of the Yugo
When we bought it
we asked
about airconditioning
The salesman said:
You want this car to go
forward?
That first year
they were all red.
Owners greeted
each other with
thumbsup.
The first week,
I fell into a pot hole
(wheels the size of salad plates)
dented the rim
the jack handle
didn't fit the jack.
The wing windows
(the A/C substitute)
were held open
with a home-made contraption built
of paperclips and string.
At sixty, she shimmied
like your sister Kate.
One day past
the guarantee
the pressure plate
failed.
The next car
was
a Mercedes Benz. . . . | |
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| speak as i find
Posted: 1/9/2007 9:28:05 AM | .
I talk as if you actively listen,
So I see no point in hiding back,
Just words as a thought new born to be christened,
Of what you’ll discover, some do lack.
I’ve a nice set of clothing, its gleams me joy,
A love coloured aura, to protect I deploy.
You can’t buy these items, on you they must grow,
And flourish from nurture,
With the seeds that you sew! | |
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| The Daily Poet (EXTRA! EXTRA! get your daily muse here!)
Posted: 1/9/2007 3:38:51 PM | prycuk - we are listening.
thanks, wooby...at least someone else remembers the yugo.
i got the idea when i was listening to xm "laughs USA", and they played this song, courtesy of paul shanklin, sung to the tune "in the ghetto", by elvis presley,
In A Yugo
~~as the snow flies
at a used car lot on the edge of town
a liberal guy and a liberal gal
buy a yugo
and they drive with pride
cause if there's one thing this world needs
it's environmental friends who'll take the lead
in a yugo
they say, people dont you understand
those suburbans are ruining the land
but they'll wish they had a full size van one day
they point fingers at you and me
they say we're too blind to see
but do we simply use our heads
and choose another way?
as those small wheels turn
fifty miles to the gallon
and their knees on their chest
they're gonna save enough gas
for all of the rest
in a yugo
then one day on the interstate
they suddenly lose control
they swerve to miss a baby duck
they're squashed beneath a produce truck
but they drove with pride...
and as the crowds drive past a little flat car
you know they saved a lot of gas
but they didnt get far
in a yugo
and as they're trapped inside
at a used car lot on the other side of town
a liberal guy and a liberal gal
buy a yugo....
and they drive with pride...~~
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| The Daily Poet (EXTRA! EXTRA! get your daily muse here!)
Posted: 1/9/2007 5:54:24 PM | And Elvis is rolling, rolling, rolling over in his grave (if, of course, he's actually dead, lol!).
I loved the year of the Yugo, wouldn't give it up for anything. But I'm glad it's over, grin.
When I lived in China, the first year of a bike was brutal: everything seemed to fall apart. You spent a ton of time at the repair shop. After that year, perfect forever. I got courted on the same bike Josh's dad had courted his mother on, twenty five years earlier. So we figured that we knew: First little while, it'd be a problem, then. . . . In the end, we decided different communist countries were different.
Which, if we'd really thought about it, we'd have already known. We knew some Russian refugees (ESOL teachers) who'd taught in the USSR, where the KGB was pretty universally hated, and no one would ever cooperate with them. In China, they didn't need an equivalent, because your friends and neighbors were so busy turning you in. . . . | |
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| The Daily Poet (EXTRA! EXTRA! get your daily muse here!)
Posted: 1/9/2007 7:56:27 PM | I am so enjoying the Stories and the fun here on this thread. I'll have to google yugo though. Don't know that one.
Mr. Moronicity I beseech you I implore
Please stop knockin’ on my back door.
There’s nothing that you’re selling, that I care to buy
And I was thinking of annoying when I said you were a fly
(I didn’t mean fly as in “you are my kind of guy”.)
I’m not very interested in the kind of car you drive
Nor in all your business deals or the games by which you thrive.
I do not want to hear again how great you think you are
Or how you’ve slept with someone’s wife who is a movie star.
Mr. Moronicity, Please leave me alone
I do not want to talk to you, e-mail or telephone.
(I won’t forgive her, she set me up, that wicked wicked Joan!)
Enough of cell phones ringing on, do you not think that’s rude?
And talking about your sex exploits, well I must be prude.
I heard enough of your ego, and what is right for you
You never heard a single word from me the whole date through.
Just on and on about yourself and your wealth, and fame.
(I’m really going to give Joan hell, I can’t believe I came.) ,
Mr. Moronicity, You think it’s all a game!
Where each woman conquest is another point you score.
Status by the bills you pay, the size of house, and more!
You spent no time developing the inner man or mind
And your conversation shows you are the narrowest of kind
A monologue of who is who and how much it all pays
I couldn’t care a less about that, it leaves me in a daze.
I’m not impressed by clothes or style or in who you know
Mr. Morinicity, it’s time for you to go. | |
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| The Daily Poet (EXTRA! EXTRA! get your daily muse here!)
Posted: 1/10/2007 3:31:23 PM | This is called power struggle.............
We don’t know where we are going
And we don’t know where we went
You feel as if there is something missing
And this feeling compares to resent.
Soon we all will start to wonder
Why coincidences we refuse to accept
And that there is a bigger meaning for us all
And life is no longer a bet.
We struggle with each other
To win the day our way
Because we have no peace inside
We have to have our say!
Don’t let chance pass you by
And you may come to see
That inner peace that we all want
Becomes a reality. | |
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| The Daily Poet (EXTRA! EXTRA! get your daily muse here!)
Posted: 1/11/2007 10:15:52 AM | ravin - glad to hear you're amused. we aim to please.  incidentally, the yugo was a very small, very cheap car imported from yugoslavia in the mid 80s. find more here:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yugo
prycuk - i wish you inner peace. 
the web
i was a slow starter
didn’t see the relevance
or, how it would apply to me
but, now, i’m an addict
gotten into the thing
the information thing
ask any question
i WILL find the answer
however long it takes
i do admit that
i have been stumped
a time or two
bad search terms
lead to nowhere
somewhat disconcerting
but, no impediment
as I always say
exactly what I think
regardless of propriety
or political correctness
or being totally reasonable
even if I can’t prove it
or cite to an authority
after considerable searching
deal with it… | |
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| The Daily Poet (EXTRA! EXTRA! get your daily muse here!)
Posted: 1/11/2007 10:34:28 AM | No need to google a Yugo.
I can give you all the needed info.
Been in the car business all my life.
Plastic tumblers even in the key cylinders unlocked with a knife.
I bought one that was 6 months old with 4,000 miles on it.
Paid 1800 dollars and lost money on the piece of shit.
I'd have been smarter to invest my capital in slinkies made of string.
Nato should avoid allowing nuclear clearance, from my thinking.
 moo | |
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| The Daily Poet (EXTRA! EXTRA! get your daily muse here!)
Posted: 1/11/2007 11:15:31 AM | But if I wanted to google a Yugo.
I may find it under another name
Zastava is one of the options
In the goggley google game.
There are yugos that are called limos
And one that can drive both ways
Cause it’s built with two front ends on it
Driving backwards and forwards for days.
Voted worst car of the millennium
Called a lemon and worse
Brawney says don’t waste your money
Keep it tucked in your purse.
So maybe I’ll just get a donkey
And ride it to work every day
Sounds better than driving a Yugo
At least that’s what they all seem to say. | |
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| The Daily Poet (EXTRA! EXTRA! get your daily muse here!)
Posted: 1/11/2007 8:00:41 PM | +DANGER+
Your heart skips a beat
While your lungs barely catch a breath
Your hair stands on end
Sounds echo through your mind
A whisper in the wind
Slightly sounds of a word
Your sences are on alert
THERE... you heard again
could it be?
just wait...
YES IT IS!
The wind is whispering to you again, and again.
slowly and swiftly the word blows around you with a distinct tone of
danger | |
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| The Daily Poet (EXTRA! EXTRA! get your daily muse here!)
Posted: 1/12/2007 1:07:56 PM | welcome, heatherbear. i'm kinda shivering...
moronicity
with one mail, with one go
you will know
moronicity
a real dunce, more than once
it ain’t no bunce
moronicity
an overwhelming principle
quickly and easily visible
totally perceptible
lacks abilities expressible
spelling is unintelligible
logic lacking, inflexible
everything is contestable
really is detestable
if you act as you think
you’re on the brink
moronicity
i won’t share this nightmare
for that would be
moronicity
(with sincere apologies to the police... ) | |
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| The Daily Poet (EXTRA! EXTRA! get your daily muse here!)
Posted: 1/12/2007 3:55:27 PM | inspired by a story on tonight's news...some 10 yr old has answered the age old question, "how many licks does it take to get to the tootsie roll center of a tootsie pop?" it took him 1242 licks. that kid has the patience of a saint.
here's the original 1970 commercial
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AHKbbv7k88Q
from wikipedia:
According to the official Tootsie Roll website, Tootsie Roll Industries has received over 50,000 letters from children claiming to have solved the riddle since the commercial first aired in 1970. The typical range of responses is between 100 and 5,800.
Tootsie Roll Industries notes that they are aware of 3 separate and completely unrelated studies which attempted to finally put to rest the ever eternal question of "How many licks does it take to get to the Tootsie Roll center of a Tootsie Pop?":
-A handful of engineering students at Purdue University appear to have conducted the most research. They devised a "licking machine," with which they recorded an average of 364 licks to get to the center. Their research also included having 20 human volunteers carry out the experiment as well. The results from the volunteers concluded that it took an average of 252 licks to reach it.
-One doctorate student at the University of Michigan created his own licking machine and came up with an average of 411 licks to reach the center of the Tootsie Pop.
-Students at Swathmore High School conducted their own human-based experiment, resulting in an average of 144 licks.
tootsie pop
i haven't had a tootsie pop
for quite a long while
i suspect the last time i did
i had a gap-toothed smile
i think those pops cost a dime
i probably tried to solve the riddle
just how many licks would it take
to get to that chewy middle
though i tried many times
i just never could do it
i'd lick til i could see the center
and then, i'd bite through it
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| The web
Posted: 1/12/2007 4:05:12 PM | The web
Sticky sweet
Is no treat
To observe
We don’t get what we deserve
Just what we fear
If we get too near
To the Web,
The plot thickens
And the whole game sickens
My delicate sensibilities
Hillbillies
Are more to my liking
Than some old Viking
Searching the shores for booty
It’s not my duty
To entertain you
Or rename you
To more of my taste
So don’t waste
My time
Feeding me a line
From the past.
It won’t last
Long anyway.
Not today
With the web.
I can scroll search
The best or the worst
Depending
On what I’m sending
With my mood.
Does that include
You, you wonder?
As you should.
It’s understood.
I’m on your side
I play outside
Of the web. | |
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| The web
Posted: 1/13/2007 6:03:00 PM | errrr...ravin, just WHAT are you playing?? i'm only saying...please keep being on my side.
danger
nose twitching
i scent my prey
attention piqued
i pause, silent
odors wafting
on motion’s breeze
draw me forward
following, softly
enticing aroma
blended in swirls
hair, skin, sweat, blood
moving closer
oblivious prey
proceeds in fog
i am invisible
stalking, undetected
ears focusing
prey is revealed
all unwitting
blithely unaware
suddenly, i pounce
prey is subdued
easily, so very easily
despite greater size
his neck bared
the pulse throbbing
i dine, savoring
the tinny taste
nearly unconscious
prey now enthralled
feeling rapture
my new servant
i am vampire
i am master
i am eternal
i am danger | |
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| The web
Posted: 1/13/2007 7:01:45 PM | The spider weaves the web
I have circles around me
Factual if you feed
The spider caffeine
Spinning is altered
As I drink the kava my mind alters
Spider an me don't need drugs
For in that circle or web
There is a centre
We call home
It is prey or protection
Alluring in the circle of webs
I am so enjoying the Stories and the fun here on this thread. I'll have to google yugo though. Don't know that one. DITTO
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| Photo Opportunity
Posted: 1/13/2007 8:08:29 PM | Always/Spiderwoman that was brilliant!
You forgot to shut the door that day
Thought I had gone away
Flight cancelled too late
To debate
Not going home
I thought, alone.
You told me you had to fly to France
And under no circumstance
Could you accompany me
To the sea.
I finally caught you at your game
Knew something was fishy all the same
Always acted as if impunity
Was your second name
But two can play this game.
And you’ll be to blame.
Blackmailed for life
By your soon to be X wife.
Lying there without immunity
Was my perfectly pictured frame
Up of a million dollar
Photo opportunity | |
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| In a yugo...
Posted: 1/13/2007 9:01:33 PM | ^^^Dear Ravincause, am always in awe of YOU...thank you for your kind words all over the pond...you make my heart smile too, is there a male version of you...*wink, wink wink*...now I have inspiration!
In a yugo
I had to ask
in a email the OP explained
and did I get a laugh
reading more in poetry
this alledged former yugo
is still a donkey
easier to dismantle
than finding ownership
If I was truly a yugo
only allowed to leave yugo
with papers running well
though age won't tell
damn yugos can't provide
a birth certificate
but they build fake cars
In horrors they still exist
I reveal secrets from the grave
a yugo pretending to be a mate
death in a car is not enough
still wanting to kill my heart | |
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| Three Winks
Posted: 1/13/2007 11:36:17 PM | Naw, and there dosn't seem to be a male version FOR me either...hahaha
Love your writes!
Three winks of an eye
When there are three eyes to wink
May not make you think
Much was going on
If you were on Diagon Alley
There you would just salley
Up to him and ask for a light
For your pipe, alright.
Never blinking your shields once at all
Why take the call
Where everyone a telepath
Everyone shares the last laugh.
But here
It’s not so crystal clear
Third eye blinks
And you miss the love of a lifetime
In three winks. | |
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