| Three Winks
Posted: 1/14/2007 12:03:53 AM | For a photo opportunity
the moronicity of witch
preys on a lonely boy
she is a danger lurking
pass three winks in warning
Threefold winks
the mornicity of a witch
poses no danger
if photo opportunity is to believed
he'd rather be a lonely boy
Three winks I give you
in fair warning of danger
a witch in mornonicty
got her photo opportunity
claws into a lonely boy
whewwwwww I flew just in time this week
even got a smile,
now that's a pass!!!
looking forward to next week's homework
ok ok ok I cheated a little bit
in condensing
please don't condemn
A muse Ment | |
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| the lonely boy
Posted: 1/14/2007 10:25:27 AM | ravincause and alwaysdreaming - thanks for your excellent posts. btw - i am a mused!
the lonely boy
sitting at the computer
searching for a mate
the lonely boy tries
but can’t get a date
he knows he’s ready
for something long-term
trying to impress girls
just makes him squirm
he knows that he’s nice
if a bit socially inept
he even asked for advice
which he couldn’t accept
he makes no headway
he’s still all alone
not a single girl
will talk on the phone
sitting at the computer
searching for a mate
the lonely boy tries
but can’t get a date | |
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| the lonely boy
Posted: 1/15/2007 2:03:21 PM | topics for the week of jan 15, 2007 - jan 21, 2007 (all suggested by always dreaming 2006...can you guess where she got them? )
TURN YOURSELF IN
ONTO SOUTH
SING MY SONG
FULL OF EELS
WHEN I WAS YOUNG
A STROKE OF LUCK
SENSE OF HUMOR | |
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| The Daily Poet (EXTRA! EXTRA! get your daily muse here!)
Posted: 1/16/2007 3:37:42 PM | turn yourself in
there are four basic food groups
chocolate cake
chocolate donuts
chocolate ice cream
chocolate chip cookies
sure, you pretend to believe the old saw
meats, poultry, fish, dry beans and peas, eggs, and nuts
dairy products
grains
fruits and vegetables
maybe you pretend to believe the new four food groups
the whole grain group
the vegetable group
the fruit group
the legume group
but, deep in your heart, you know
you sneak
you lie
you crave
you have a stash
you would be content to eat chocolate
at breakfast
at lunch
at dinner
and for every snack
admit it, you know you would
turn yourself in
give in to the pleasure
the flavor you savor
licking your lips
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| The Daily Poet (EXTRA! EXTRA! get your daily muse here!)
Posted: 1/16/2007 5:39:45 PM | ok, i can't resist posting this addendum:
CHOCOLATE RULES
(author unknown)
if you've got melted chocolate all over your hands, you're eating it too slowly.
chocolate covered raisins, cherries, orange slices and strawberries count as fruit, so you can eat as much as you want.
how do you get two pounds of chocolate home from the store in a hot car? eat it in the parking lot.
eat a chocolate bar before each meal. it'll take the edge off your appetite, and you'll eat less.
if calories are an issue, store your chocolate on top of the fridge. calories are afraid of heights, and they will jump out of the chocolate to protect themselves.
if you put "eat chocolate" at the top of your list of things to do today, at least you'll get one thing on your list done.
chocolate is very "efficient". a box of chocolates can provide your total daily intake of calories in one place.
equal amounts of dark chocolate and white chocolate are considered a "balanced diet". *
* i'd have put "equal amounts of dark chocolate and milk chocolate", because i don't think the white stuff even tastes like chocolate. but, that's just me.
and, in case you're wondering...i didn't have any chocolate today.  no, make that  no, make that  | |
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| The Daily Poet (EXTRA! EXTRA! get your daily muse here!)
Posted: 1/16/2007 5:51:22 PM | Painful
the last wink of the turtle bay
pub
was around September
i was with the man
of my life
he still is
bleeding
i loved him a lot
you could say he was my soul
mate
but
he didn't care..i.. know that..it was an illusion some might say
where i live now
i look over at his
...........................................residence...........................................
everytime i want
to find what
he is to
me
i cry..
three winks.
Jan 16 2007 | |
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| The Daily Poet (EXTRA! EXTRA! get your daily muse here!)
Posted: 1/17/2007 7:51:59 PM | thank you, miturn-mist. i'll reply with 3 winks for you 
on to south
i find myself
on to south
all after i
opened my mouth
your braggodocio
was not believeable
and I told you so
therefor, it was inconceivable
that you and i, we
would ever meet
much less be
feeling so sweet
we tried and failed
there is no shame
it didn’t work
let’s place no blame
just say goodbye
and wish good luck
it wasn’t kismet
since you’re a schmuck | |
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| The Daily Poet (EXTRA! EXTRA! get your daily muse here!)
Posted: 1/17/2007 11:19:52 PM | Shape shifting landscapes into formless form
Adorn my tresses with kisses kind
Mind inhabits cellular call
Fall from the ethers into configuration
Damnation be damned to eternity
Peculiarity strikes a cord
Overlord re-programs DNA
Play with the concept of transformation
Information tapping codes in place
Erase godform into now
How else do feathers grow
Show transfiguration complete
Meet me in the skies above
Love ancient image graven
Raven shape of mystics yearn
TURN YOURSELF IN
Begin to fly | |
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| The Daily Poet (EXTRA! EXTRA! get your daily muse here!)
Posted: 1/17/2007 11:35:41 PM | ONTO SOUTH 95 where you turn left and keep driving
Down past the smellfactories and laboratories of mice and men thriving
On smog and caramel toffee.
Women work there too, with blue stockings, shocking the men
With hidden undergarments when
Asked to get the coffee.
Then you turn west, towards the flatland.
Near enough you’ll understand
You will have to stop in cold cafes and gas stations, stationed along the way.
Going your way anyway.
ONTO SOUTH 69
Sunshine
All the way, sunny day
Untill the rain
Comes raining down again.
Cats and dogs and elephants can come crashing down and bong
Off the hood of your car, if you drive too long
You may have to pull over to sleep
Just keep
Going on in the morning.
Call and give me warning
When you are almost here
I’ll chill the beer.
When you arrive
Turn ONTO SOUTH five
And look for my street.
I can’t wait to meet
You. | |
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Posted: 1/17/2007 11:57:39 PM | TURN YOURSELF IN
The car is surrounded
And by Dobermans I'm hounded.
The PO-lice are hiking their wasitbands
And rubbing meaty scrubbed hands
Together in anticipatory glee.
I'm so nervous my pants I just peed.
Did I do sixty in a school zone?
Talk to an undercover whore called Joan?
Throw cabbage out my car window?
Hidden funds in glove compartment in escrow?
Ran over a june bug in a crosswalk?
On a phantom cell phone was thought to talk?
Here they come: "turn yourself in."
"Why, Officer, just what was my sin?"
"You had your station blasting out Brittany Spears.
Even if by accident, you'll get twenty years." | |
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| The Daily Poet (EXTRA! EXTRA! get your daily muse here!)
Posted: 1/18/2007 8:52:35 AM | those were excellent writes, ravin! your TURN YOURSELF IN really struck a chord with me.  and thanks for the directions...i'll be there soon, and i'm bringing enough chocolate cake, chocolate donuts, chocolate ice cream, and chocolate chip cookies for everyone! 
rory, you brought that one home in fine style.  | |
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Posted: 1/18/2007 12:50:17 PM | Oh weak at the knees for chocolate, best substitute!
I want to sing my song
And I believe nothings wrong
With the yearn to belong
To fit somewhere so right
That every night
You are home?
I roam
The night skies calling
Watching starlight falling
Rippling to earth
And wonder if it’s worth
The effort and disappointment found.
At this stage of my life I want the sound
To be heard and understood
If I could…
I’d like to sing my song.
It’s mine, nothing’s wrong
Except the lyrics
Are not understood
Or thought very good.
Gibberish to some folk
Who like to poke
Fun at my sensibilities.
Mistaken as abilities.
My song is strong.
It knows the score
Sheet music more
Inclined to be read in person, alone
Or over the phone
I want to sing my song
To belong
Because I do give a dam
My song is who I am. | |
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| The Daily Poet (EXTRA! EXTRA! get your daily muse here!)
Posted: 1/18/2007 7:05:58 PM | substitute, ravin? for what, one might ask. but, one actually knows..and now is thinking heavily...and has decided to ask the fish to weigh in on a new thread in "ask a girl" (if it's not redundant, of course...). could be interesting. i liked your song, and see we're thinking along the same lines. isn't it funny how our individuality produces something similar, yet totally different?
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sing my song
i’d sing my song
if i could
i can carry a tune
but don’t know what mine is
i know it’s not one
that everyone knows
it’s mine and mine alone
and it’s not done yet
it’s a work in progress
constantly changing
there are strains
and refrains
and codas
parts are definitely discordant
grief
lack of fulfillment
disappointment
rage
but others are comforting
joy
happiness
contentment
laughter
friends
together it is a whole
a song in the key of my life
my being sings it
loud and clear
for those who can hear
edit - well, it seems only men can post an "ask a girl" question...so i guess i'll put it in sex and dating. | |
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| The Daily Poet (EXTRA! EXTRA! get your daily muse here!)
Posted: 1/18/2007 10:27:39 PM | My eyes are almost closed
the shades almost drawn
of a woman who used to be
The scars are visible to the eyes
internally bleeding
day and night
My heart broken always
for I loved in truth
poisoned winds stilled daggers within
Within a glance
you gave me your eyes
exploding my soul
kissing me whole again
...a stroke of luck? | |
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Posted: 1/20/2007 6:39:19 AM | Hi...stupid
how are YOU???
Do do you not remember I look no good with stockings or without?...
Too bad I remember and kept the silly reponse you made?
TRUst me laugh
for I am willing to snare
or is that a share
in a snake like you?
You should keep diary like I keep my wicked mind?...a mother remembers...a fool for a SON
I wish only for you.........................
Happy Fishing
in sharks
what you
deserve
ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Please Smile
for I do
everytime I think of YOU!!!
IN DEATH I REMAIN
in truth
email me for
a coffin in a fish
wanting to be?
...full of eels....
and or my friends describe me as AD
I have a sense of humor?
no xmas wish
I remain your mother
I wish you would understand in
another
you are sooooooooooooooo vain
Yet how do you do explain
a sea full of eels
I know my son
beware my mermaid
mother protects
her son?
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Posted: 1/21/2007 11:24:19 AM | thanks for the writes, AD
the days were longer
the sun was brighter
summer lasted forever
when i was young
crickets sang sweeter
fish hoped to be caught
fireflies were fairies fluttering
when i was young
the air was brisker
fall’s colors were more brilliant
scuffing through leaves was more fun
when i was young
maize adorned more doors
soccer balls rolled themselves
stars sparkling made dreams come true
when i was young
the lift lines were shorter
the snow on my tongue tasted better
camping outdoors was great adventure
when i was young
snow forts were real barriers
snow balls flew on their own
wood smoke smelled more intense
when i was young
the perennials sprouted earlier
birds built their nests higher
the grass was so much greener
when i was young
the glove was a magnet for the ball
the lob always landed on the baseline
the trampoline made you soar
when i was young
i'll be young forever more | |
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Posted: 1/21/2007 6:44:15 PM | a stroke of luck
prior planning prevents poor performance
it’s an old saying, and I believe it’s true
but, it is only applicable to things that can be planned
how does that jibe with karma, kismet, or fate?
most of us plod along, trying to be good people
others seem to have fortune smile upon them
but, that’s just from the outside, looking in
who knows how much effort they put out
did they work 80 or more hours a week?
continue when all odds were against them?
make a pest of themselves toward those that could help?
keep plugging away, when others said “give up”?
maybe they were just an idiot with a novel idea?
maybe they just had some connections?
maybe they just did it as a lark, to see what happens?
maybe they just had a stroke of luck? | |
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Posted: 1/21/2007 8:20:57 PM | WHEN I WAS YOUNG,
a Thorb was a kind of cookie with a thumb print filled with jelly red
Sneaking downstairs not in bed
To steal one still hot and steaming
Always Dreaming
Of ways to SING MY SONG
I may be wrong, but is it a friendly poet I find here?
Oh dear, this is confusing
And amusing
To find the hidden poets, where’s Waldo style?
Been a while
Since Tuesdays rubies, FULL OF EELS slid through and dropped a few,
Her posts are due
To fun,
It’s all begun
To make sense
In my defense
Although I’ve been away, thought lingers.
I had a A STROKE OF LUCK with nimble fingers,
checkin’ profiles here.
Match the lines so near
I got!
Missing a few
Who knew
They would leave us.
TURN YOURSELF IN Please, whoever you are!
A star!
Of the forum Turn ONTO SOUTH Rory street
To find a SENSE OF HUMOR That can’t be beat. | |
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Posted: 1/21/2007 9:38:35 PM | A free association
my nine month kitty is quite lengthy
he has tail and paws and licks his face with them
my legs are crossed at the ankle
Spanking almost rhymes with ankle
but my mind doesn't go there
My dog looks like the cigarette camel
he wears an orange collar
runs downstairs to watch the washing machine
changing gears. His ears bounce like the tails
of a bow on a girl's pigtails. back up again dog
followed by kitty. Kitty wants to stalk but
dog is ready. Poor dog has to claim alpha where
he can find it. Another night of whistling dog pleadings
just when the house is finally still. Nobody walked me today
whispers the dog through the tear ducts in his nose.
I've been in the pen, I've been in the pen, I've been in the pen all day!
How long is that in people years? | |
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| The Daily Poet (EXTRA! EXTRA! get your daily muse here!)
Posted: 1/22/2007 10:38:56 AM | ravin - very nicely done. last week, i was "turn yourself in" (fbi profile). this week, i'm "la bonne qui est bonne". (but i don't iron! )
alwaysdreaming - this is the spot for those of us with a sense of humor...and so much more.
penpalgirl - welcome. the answer to your question is: FOREVER! 
i shall post this week's topics shortly. gotta get my muse on... | |
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Posted: 1/22/2007 1:29:19 PM | ~~Small things...~~
In a world revolved around the big..
the smallest things never appear..
a simple kiss..
the slight touch of a hand..
to wash a tear away...
the hearing words of laughter and love..
the echo of a voice in a canyon..
the smal things so many forget..
yet to me are the giant steps to life..
the laughter of a child..
the last breath in a death..
the smallest fingers holding my hand..
as we walk on our path...
the small things in life ..
the million and one tiny things..
that all together ..
surrpass the big material things most live for...
ill take the small....
~~Bubblez
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~~The Devil's Come On~~
He has entered a soul ...
once warped by rage..
filled with vengence..
sulking in pain..
leaving the door to a soul cracked..
slightly...
as he enters...
To make pain more real..
to make eyes see nothing of...
peace..
happiness..
serenity...
but to fill a soul...completley with...
hate..
rage..
vengence..
wrath....
As the crimson blood red blood ..
turns completely blackened...
like the burnt sulfur of a match...
only then does he enter.....
For the Devil has come on ...
my playground..
~~Bubblez | |
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