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Posted: 12/19/2007 2:21:49 PM | my face blushes with the modesty at the great "compliment"that special "touch"
humormonger...u enspired me to lift a finger to it again i have so many i feel i post to much the 40 poems ere really 76 graham cracker was the toughest
GRAHAM CRACKER
coming to wit's end
what words would send
this baby's wails
to young to tell her ails
a bottle of milk only a drop
what would make the crying stop
sucking on a finger
it didn't long linger
a change to be clean
not dirty by any mean
a savored treat for a snack
remember before you crack
to dry those tear drops
a graham cracker stops
childish minds by crying
keeping mommy trying
until the graham cracker is bliss
almost as nice as a kiss
WHAT EVER HAPPENS
what ever happens to
the laws now changing
when blue laws were voted blue
stores opening laws never changing
our federal income tax is a fraud
entered oonly to help world war two
taxation without representation out lawed
with the war taxes supposed to be through too
what ever happens to the tax
here and there to be stopped
once a tax it is never dropped
what ever happens to
kickbacks being against the law
credit caards now
incentives breaking the law
for what's in a name
it's the same game
what ever happens to the land of the free
when the police were to help you
not want to make you flee
what ever happens to an open home
locking up not a worry to you
thieves did not roam
what ever happened to the looking glass
so me and you
will be stuck in the past
STEAM ROOMS
of all the places i love best
the steam room rises with the best
loving going from hot to cold
jumping in brave and bold
a cool down shower ruins the effect
asl slowly from head to toe not the best
the pool kept cool
a lways breaking the rule
tiny beads of sweat on my body
in a pool so huge
dissipating into particles meerly atoms
my body an extra bit of fat
in the steam room naked sat
men can do it
why can't i
a nothing that feels free
why should nudity lock me away with a key
in my dreams a new way
for the U.S.A.
STUDIO
he seemed to have such charm
holding chairs opening doors
must wait not to use my arm
underneath the savvy scores
a toast of wine at dinner
raising his status as a winner
after a dinner of lust
an artist's studio to view a bust
once the door closed and locked
the exit was blocked
twinkling eyes once flirting
throwing daggers could be hurting
the halo above the man
replaced by horns a different clan
things worked out not raping me
satisfied stroking for me to see
breathing heavy thanking God
he was happy holding his own rod
it was still a crime
i was somewhere else in my mind
be sure of where you go
when visiting someone's studio
should have been titled NEVER BLIND DATE!
SHIMMER
the glittering gold dress did glimmer
making your body seem to shimmer
floating around the dance
lighting it up by chance
with every glimmer of your curves
all the shimmer turning on nerves
the one's that sit and watch
downing to many soda and scotch
they were snotty ****s
wearing torn britches
before the style was in
the D.J. certainly enjoyed the sin
no matter shimmering with ease
no matter glimmering sweat to tease
if you can dirty dance
men line up for a chance
to be near your body glimmering
holding you tight to feel the shimmering | |
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Posted: 12/19/2007 5:41:08 PM | Get better soon, humor
THE PRESIDENT ....
Looks like a constipated hawk
Passed his hand in front of his face like a shawl dropping in a polyester guillotine
Jogged to safety in an electonic moveable bunker in Ecuador
Gladhanded with a religious "Second-Comer"
Perforated his spleen with an out-of-tune tuning fork in an accidentally-on-purpose hari-kiri
Burped up the alphabet and rearranged the letters to spell 'Karl Rove has a wandering eye, and I need an x'
Christened his image with grim sepia memories of unfought heroism
Publicized his energy whoreing by humming a hummer
Waltzed in a pig's costume while viewing 'Porky's Revenge'
Spritzed ersatz Epsom Salts on his eyelids, then pretended to sleep during a rubber-stamping Congressional teleconference
Stumped for Exxon execs and Bernanke while flogging his mutton with a petroleum-based salve .... | |
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Posted: 12/20/2007 5:42:01 PM | CITY PEOPLE
city people some are bold
making gestures cold
city people that ar slick
to marriage did click
city people going here and there
enjoying the ride with no care
you can't class city people in one clump
seeing the difference at a dump
city people delight to eat out
othre's eat garbbage thrown out
coty people they try to hide
never looking at the other's side
a garbage dump isn't much of a place
with out them where is their space
sleeping in a doorway
the police chase you away
waht happened to the land of the free
instead of being arrested for vagrancy
A DIAMOND IN THE SKY
a diamond in the sky
you let slip through your fingers why
each facet of my life
as others happiness and strife
hardships make you stornger
your brilliance lasting longer
each niche of a day
found out you stray
why is one woman alone
letting the inner soul be shone
is never enough for a man
he always has a second plan
this diamond shing in a star
waiting for another to g far
a faceted diamond in the sky
let slip through your fingers a fool is why
waiting for another to grab me
tickling and learnnig my spirit free
i'm a diamond in the sky
as a star always passing by
POCKET FULL OF MISCHIEF
should hve known a dainty hanker chief
would not contain a pocketful of mischief
out ti would bound
to the nearest around
pulling some kind of prank
eeespecially on the lank
i gripe i'm to small
there hinder is to tall
hiding behind the door
waiting for new spaces to explore
sneaking out to tip over a glass
what moved that solid mass
pockets full of misachief flounder about
a dainty hanker chief unable to shout
beware stay away
not really for a pocketful of mischief
makes fun in your day
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ONE THING YOU CAN'T CHANGE
being born and bred on earth
blessed at birth
growing in leaps and bounds
learning everything that astounds
one thing you can't change
no matter how your life may rearrange
the parents you are given at birth
the basis of you self worth
if your parents are charming
or given ones harming
the story of life told
by the time you are five years old
one thing you can't change
is your birth right to rearrange
I'VE GOTTA
i've gotta list so long
of things i did prolong
a call to a friend
no answer at the other end
i knew she was sick
not thinkin so quick
another call i did not make
they had moved another mistake
i must go through my phone book
taking the i've gotta names a look
inquiring how they are doing today
at night i forever pray
to Heaven above
bring peace and Jesus' love
BREAKING OUT
am i being to brave or bold
in things you are told
it's nice to feel no longer alone
if i wish to phone
to include you in my rhymes
am i to brazen at times
does it scare you to meet me yet
there are things i'm trying to forget
i await for the night of a joyful dream
instead of one to make you sream
a night of dinner and lover's delight
you'll be glad chosing me to hold you tight
to make you shimmer
to make me glimmer
often told born twenty years to soon
to age me to be open to your tune
i'm glad the strife
of my life
ha been tucked away
with you have gone to stay
it's been often the need to put at bay
cscreams and cries of agony that sway
do you mind being hte only one i want
who says not much but is gallant
sometimes baring so deep
must jest am i still your's to keep
uncle tuck was a dream
mother stole my sefl esteem
i am gleeful to shout
you've come into my life when i'm ready to break out
TOO MUCH
haved i shared to much
you no longer want my touch
has the thrill
turned to a chill
seeing into my soul
do you think i am a ghoul
rereading yer last note
upon which i gloat
you say you think i' hot
have you changed and think not
i sit and wait
for our next date
you ar so busy
it spins my head in a tizzy
don't let the flames of the past
put a shadow to cast
inadequate feeling
once again stealing
into my mind
you've been so kind
to read of the past
let no shadow cast
but i have grown
no longer happy to be alone
waiting with a shiver
for you to make my body quiver
remembering your last words to me
that you want me not to be free
but to sit and wait
until a further dater
to date only uo
is this still true
WHY
i wonder why
why don't i cry
why did father forbid it
when deep inside you need it
to take away the pain
the pleasure of a different plain
which is only in the brain
for where i can go any where
not worry if people stare
gossips words ran amuck
taking away my luck
i was born to enhance
if ever given the chance
instead of sitting alone
upon an imaginary thrown
TO TONY
to tony
who is full of balogney
who teases me
instead of pleases me
he likes to brag and boast
while my heart dust roast
writing with desire
hoping to inspire
love and lust
does not turn me to dust
the sin in my heart
is ready to start
flames of passion at my feet
wanting not to admit defeat
RENEGADE
when i was just a lass
laying upon dew kissed grass
watching clouds float by
developing pictures in the sky
only happiness enters the mind
ignoring thoughts of anything unkind
letitng meandering butterflies land
in the waiting out stretched hand
letting things that may go wrong
teaching to be strong
to learn pride at the right age
sometimes starts at an early age
back in the age when things were tough
can not compare ato this day's rough
to sit with a broad smile
knowing you are worth while
to be proud of yer heitage
not wanting the name to die with age
the linage will never stop
only the name Sailor will drop
the three females of the clan
who's children bear the name of another man
so be still my heart
for i will live on in my art
although my name is not portrayed
mine just say Renegade | |
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Posted: 12/21/2007 6:33:30 PM | FAIRY LAND
floating on th clouds away
wanting into fairy land to play
where fairy dust sprinkles around
to help with imps profound
in fairyland pranks and dancing abound
where faires fly and flit
mushrooms waiting for them to sit
the imps and elves flitting about
devislish twinkling eyes not a shout
to dart about so free of spirit
the Heavens above never fear it
for fairy land so near yet so far
your mind must expand from a jar
where whimsical dreams as you age
the elders wish to put in a cage
for the young are pure of heart
ready to replenish with a pure satart
I WON'T BE BLIND
to see inside of me you'd need superman's x-ray eyes
to see into my sould behind the disguise
which is hidden because of life
the terror the strife
in my poems i try to rest the last
to remember it is past
although it lays deep in my mind
trying only to be kind
but in my sleep
the thoughts run deep
i cry and scream in agony
wondering why i can't be free
to fill my dreams with laughter and love
bringing peace on the wings of a dove
here i go again in rhyme
so much easier than opening the time
to delve deep inside
to regain my pride
to let Jesus redeem my soul
to fear not another ghoul
the trail of tears left behind
lingering just enough i won't be blind
THINKING OF YOU
thinking of you i close my eye
for whether i live or die
i no longer ask why
although when the tears flow
deep inside i must go
to find the needed strength
to go beyond a great length
for deep inside there is pelasure
i will always treasure
where the thoughts come above
the sadness of lost love
to put a smile on my face
which only Jesus can place
knowing love from heaven above
it fits over me like a glove
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Posted: 12/24/2007 12:42:11 AM | When life is a shamble
You can't get a handle
A poet will ramble
Then take a gamble
Put words on the screen
As the world has seen
Not often too mean
Nor usually obsene
The season for cheer it is clear is so near
For all we can say, it's nearly the day
Good health, good friends, good life without strife
Merry Christmas, Happy new year and the best to all in life | |
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Posted: 12/24/2007 8:48:59 PM | thanks, all, for the nice writes.
and thanks for the well-wishes rory, wooby, brizo, and ravin.
been under the weather this week (way under).
topics for the week ending december 30, 2007
purpose
catch myself
human rights
succulent
back at school
laundromat
the balcony
merry christmas to all! | |
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Posted: 12/24/2007 9:32:42 PM | I catch myself at the oddest of times
avoiding rhymes with human rights
and succulent morsels of Christmas cheer
and upon the balcony of things to come
perhaps a laundromat lies your one
back at school of light and life
Wishing you the Merriest of Christmas's Humor.
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Posted: 12/27/2007 1:24:20 PM | Tiny hands of destructive power
Running here and there 60 messes an hour
his hands sticky covered in grime
how does that face stay dirty all the time
his mouth so loud can be rude
seems nothing can drop his mood
yet even as im aggravated all the while
I often catch myself in a smile
He has this ability to surprise
and change each day before my eyes
taller and stronger my little man
so i hug him and kiss him while i still can
I know someday ill say goodbye
So now i catch myself before i cry
Then there are times im at wits end
irritated by his games of pretend
when all i want is for him to eat
or sit in the bath and hand me his feet
I hear that crash and im not in time
and what is broken isnt mine
at those times I struggle its seems
and have to catch myself before i scream
Dedicated to my little one!
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Posted: 12/27/2007 6:11:00 PM | ~~~PURPOSE~~~
As they rummaged through their pockets
scraping up all their hard earnings
for those two shiny cap guns
a man-hunt game they were yearning
But the owner clearly stated
as he counted out the change
they were short, just under a dollar
so those items weren't in range
Well it just so happened, as it were
it was their lucky day
for an angel was behind them
and she spoke out "If I may"
To the store owner who waited
for the angel to pass the bill
and finish off the purchase
with a smile and good will
The boys were truly grateful
and good manners they bestowed
to the angels act of generousness
No further words were owed
You see scenarios have their purpose
they're placed in your full view
It's what you do with them that counts
In all you say and all you do. | |
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Posted: 12/28/2007 12:25:14 PM | Oft times I catch myself
As I drink my morning coffee
Staring at her through dark sunglasses
From across the balcony
As she waters her begonias
Four stories and Five hundred feet
Are all that separate she and I
She on her side of the street
And I forever safely on mine
Never meeting
Never talking
Stolen glances of recognition
Are the only indication
Of our daily clandestine encounters
Mutual pleasure shared
Via brief glances of her succulent Thighs
Cascading from beneath her pear shaped behind
As she bends to rearrange the pots
She knows full well what she is doing
And the look of approval I return
Is all she ever expected and wanted
I give her this gladly
In this forever chaste laundromat of passion
We swirl back and forth
Day in and Day out
Rinse and Repeat
Never feeling quite clean
But feeling a little dirty never hurt anyone
But without purpose
It's a never ending cycle
Yet we go on as we always have
The plants are watered
My coffee is done
And we both go about our days
Never knowing what might have been
And not caring either way
Because there is always tomorrow morning
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Posted: 12/29/2007 7:42:39 AM | Wishing all of you that have given me the pleasure of reading yer poetry a very Happy New Year hoping it is the best year of yer life to date.
thank you cid198...so happy someone liked it!
i come on to read but decided not to post for awhile......seems like i'm showing up to much LOL certainly didn't intend to be the 1st listing on new page!
well one little post..just a saying...maybe two.
...no long poems!
Live today to the fullest, to make tomorrow's dream, yesterday's memory.
Learn from your past but don't let your past prevent you having a future! | |
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Posted: 12/29/2007 8:03:17 PM | topics for the week
purpose
catch myself
succulent
back at school
laundromat
the balcony
laundry
I catch myself
sometimes,
feeling
back at school
searching
for a purpose
imagining
the succulent
view
from
the balcony
not realizing
the laundromat
held lessons
too
LS 12/29/07 | |
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Posted: 12/31/2007 12:00:37 AM | Thanks Humor for a wonderful year of Rhyme.
New Years here so give a cheer. Get off your ass, don't let is pass. There is no purpose in this rhyme, just trying to make a happy time.
Don't stand on the balcony of life, watching others sadness and strife!! Give a hand throughout the land, make it better for your fellow man.
A new year comes, watch last year go and many hearts with smiles aglow. The succulent fruits of this years labour, imbibes us all with good behaviour.
Ahhh, but alas, I catch myself, trying to find my purpose in life on the laundromat bulletin board. Oh what a fool, you see, I must get back to school. Where else can I learn to use a tool to turn my life into the jewel I always wanted it to be.
So when I catch myself on the balcony, with the juice of the succulent fruit running down my sleeve, envisioning the purpose of going back to school, I know it is time to head to the laundromat to clean up, turn the new leaf, make the resolutions and be ready for the Happy Happy New Year to ALL. | |
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Posted: 12/31/2007 10:22:42 PM | lovely work, autumn! and thanks for the seasonal wishes. (yeah, i know it's after the fact...but, i was out of commission.)
jaded - sounds like you've got a wonderful imp that keeps you spry. 
fromthe heart - what a nice post, backed by a lovely sentiment. 'tis the season,and all that.
thorn - another nice one. have i told you lately that your writes are succulent? 
renegade - stop being so self-conscious. we're glad to have been a muse for you...as you have something to say. take the inspiration where you find it, dear, and make apologies for nothing. just a thought, as you are always and forever welcome to post here...but maybe the new year might find you starting your own thread?? it could be the next step for you, if your desires run in that direction.
brizo - hey, gf, wanna do my laundry?  i'd be hard pressed to pick which i detest more...doing laundry, or doing it at the laundromat...
gordie - thanks for bringing us all back to reality! 
as the year turns to the new, i'd like to take this opportunity to make a few comments. thanks to all of you who have posted to my thread. it is what it is because of your participation. you are all great!!!  december has been kind of sucky for me; i have never been this sick, and don't wish it upon my worst enemy (assuming i had one...). i have been largely incapacitated, and i know i didn't strictly keep to my end of the bargain (providing topics). but, i do thank all of you "regulars" for keeping up with the posts, even if i was unable to. it really does mean a lot to me, and i appreciate each of you. and, i hope that, at some point this past year, i was able to provide the same sustenance to your own threads. it really is a case of what goes around comes around. but, i do thank you all for your support, and i hope that each of you knows just how much i value and treasure your pzrticipation | |
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Posted: 1/3/2008 6:32:24 AM | thnx humor...bashful and feel intimidtae seeing me own face so much HAHA
cid918..why don't u like to meet new friends of the oppostie sex? luvved yer profile
ind me a guy for my ultimate thrill HAHA skydiving into the ocean with scuba gear on
to go from the top off the world to the bottom.......bless u | |
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Posted: 1/6/2008 12:28:58 PM | candy
hand on the door
take note
nothing seems right
inside you
the globe
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hook
nothing seems right
about this goodbye
I could search the globe
and never find your like
something inside you
addictive candy
looking fine
and dandy
hand on the door
I cannot help
but feel your hook
take note
of the pain
in my backward look
LS 01/06/08 | |
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Posted: 1/8/2008 2:06:48 AM | very well done, brizo. quite artful!
the monster is loose
on a full-scale rampage
its chains shattered
its maw unstoppable
who freed the beast
heedless of consequences
from rapacious hunger
and unquenchable desire
it began innocently
a birthday delivery
from 1-800-flowers
arrived at my door
a one pound box
cellophane wrapped
bearing the designation
“pixies” (commonly, “turtles”)
set upon the table
largely ignored for days
scentless in cellophane
no visual temptation
until a post-prandial yen
grows to a craving
cellophane swiftly undone
pixies revealed
nestled in paper cups
rounded domes smooth
wafting aroma rises
inciting salivation
a bite of delight
crunchy, salty pecan
smooth, gooey, caramel
rich, creamy chocolate
repeated over and over
shortly, 3 pixies are gone
and the beast is sated
for a while
the next encounter
finds 7 pixies gone
demolished rapidly
beyond satiety
one final sitting
the beast devours
ten remaining pixies
like nothing
empty box
awakened beast
taste buds activated
seeks more sensation
hershey kisses
delightful morsels
occupy the beast
for a time
then, they’re gone
there is no more
the beast rails
ransacking cabinets
stomping in rage
shrieking with hunger
the chocaholic wails
I WANT CANDY! | |
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Posted: 1/13/2008 8:21:49 AM | no autographs
control
dream appeal
live fast
inside my tv
fresh
expert timing
inside my tv
your dream appeal
continues
forever fresh
but you live fast
exposing yourself
with expert timing
and spin control
your private life
a mystery
on the days you allow
no autographs | |
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