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Posted: 1/20/2009 6:46:59 AM | is the imaginary pain company enough for you to hold
don't bother asking the mother chasing her children thru her day
she hasnt time for more than imagining a hurt child
then leaping to stop the train
Are your problems with passion overwhelming
old bills from yesterdays dreams piled up next to your heart
forget what pleases a parent ,short on money, sleep but not joy
never joy when all it takes is a well placed smile to please
what better gift than real worries
manna to those starving for a reason
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Posted: 1/21/2009 12:27:51 AM | COOKING SHOW
I also had a cooking dream
Following the real-life lemon-ginger beef
Wherein I bussed Julia Child (when she was alive,
And, as usual, soused to the gills with anisette)
For pre-empting some hyperkinetic clown
With grisly oven mitts trying to break into
A reality bake-off with greedy sycophants
Out for grubby cash before nosing her cheeks
And crashing McD's for their daily take-out.
Adios, fine table settings! And adios, mild wine
Sloshing in the forever goblets frosted with malt-vapours!
I forked a stewing slab and plastered my second-course
Prescriptions on Child's forehead where bingo-callers,
Wizened with long sad number-yelling decadence,
Take ice-picks from the freezer and fondle their molars
Deceptively. Straightjacketted with seven-minute interludes,
I jack the dish around the circular flame, and set the
Various coy perogies onto stone slabs before the coup-de-grace:
Disembowelled abalone, those transparent gelatinous goo-
Gobblings, mmmm! Straight on for tomorrow, the sequel,
mes amies et madames fous bien de pensees, n'est pas?
And watch your liver as it might explode from the
Hidden cholesterol contained in the bean crullers, forged
From mighty dams fording the slippery creeks where
Bison, lean and shanky, avoid the highest Neilson-rated
Cookoffs on the other channels where wine-soaked viewers
Applaud their own mischanced ironic fortitude
In avoiding the remnants of sauces sitting cold and inviting
Between commercial breaks when Julia pours the Jim Beam
After ransacking the last in the anisette's case, the cardboard
Ripped like the aftermath of a wolverine one-on-one
For five bucks and a program pointing athwart
The mastiff's flanks so that one could (and does) forget
That we're all meat for something eventually, bon appetite! | |
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Posted: 1/30/2009 12:46:39 PM | sorry about the all capital but imagined it easier cuz it is for me my eyes jumping up and down for small letters LOL
Jealous Sky
the sky above
holds the dove
the bird of peace
it does release
clouds breaking up the bue
the full moon peaking through
the eagles are soaring
never anything boring
all the robins, blue jays
orioles, cardinals, sun rays
rainbows after the storm passes
visions in clouds even jack asses
elephants, bull, and matadors
everything your imagination stores
stars, planets, comets, a jealous sky
holding everything way up high
so our fingers never touch it
always way abaove it
I Get Weak
when i sneak a peak
I get weak
body firm and fully racked
abs of steel a great six pack
six foot four and just right weight
a tantalizing smile just great
hair and eyes of brown
an adoring crown
my prince of dream
thoughtsof you make me cream
words of wit and chat
there's never a spat
jewels and money
a taste of honey
treating me like a queen
never thinking of being mean
idle banter idle chaatter
nothing else could matter
nightmares we'd never speak
i get weak
Cup of Tea
what is my cup of tea
sailing across the sea
watching dophins swimming
shark fins brimming
schools of fish passing by
will the hook on the fly
fishing in the sea
is also myy cup of tea
watching clouds rolling by
way up in the sky
sometimes so law lying ling
seems they could be touched with a finger
the sunsets and sunrises
full of colorfull surprises
pirates stealing from me
won't keep me from the sea
sailing winds blow a song to me
as i enjoy my cup of tea
Ten Feet
sometimes i wonder why
sometimes i sit and cry
sometimes i dream
someties i scream
sometimes i think i'm small
sometimes i feel ten feet tall
sometimes i wish upon a star
sometimes i drive a car
someyimes i'm on top
sometimes i could drop
sometimes i could steal
sometimes i would kneel
sometimes i could pray
sometimes i would stray
sometimes i am stable
sometimes i'm unable
sometimes i am true
sometimes i am blue
someetimes in my rhyme
i'll get life right next time
Just Lust
when man was made from dust
it wasn't for just lust
but a quickie lay
in the hay
a sublime nooner
on a schooner
a tongue tickle
makes anyone fickle
a strong hard kock
sturdy as a rock
s hairy pink split
doesn't ccome in a kit
put the two together
just lust stronger than leather
there's so much fun
at night or under the sun
arms and legs entwine
bare butts shine
Timothy Schmidt hair to his bum
thinkg of him can easily make me cum
for just lust
you can turn me back to dust | |
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Posted: 1/30/2009 12:50:28 PM | Sweet Soul
your seet soul
is as sweet as a sugar bowl
you're such a delight
like a full moon night
your sunny smile
is good for many a mile
your sweet soul
can over come any ghoul
you're so sweet
i'm glad our paths did meet
you're so dear
i'm glad you keep me near
your sweet soul
deeper and wider than any hole | |
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Posted: 2/6/2009 10:54:37 PM | hola, rory!
dreams of julia are best served with absinthe...
et, nous sommes tous fous, n'est ce pas??
welcome and thanks, candy.
topics for the week ending february 16, 2009
tonight
old neighborhood
tainted
sparks
traffic
fallow (or, fall low)
run away | |
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Posted: 2/14/2009 2:40:31 PM | run away (for Heather)
you're damned if you do
and damned if you don't
he says he will help
but really, he won't
if you work he says
you're neglectful
if you stay at home
he's disrespectful
run, don't walk girl
run away
save your precious heart
for another day
for another guy
he's a walking, talking
living lie
not good enough?
you were always better
girl, you're tough
a real go-getter
you're a beautiful girl
both inside and out
your honor a pearl
that he sullied with doubt
run, don't walk girl
run away
save your precious heart
for another day
for another guy
he's a walking, talking
living lie
he's a strutting rooster
thinks he's a player
never been your booster
but your biggest naysayer
I've watched him for years
the cause of your tears
tearing you down and using your fears
to keep you around
run, don't walk girl
run away
save your precious heart
for another day
for another guy
he's a walking, talking
living lie
LS 02/14/09 | |
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Posted: 2/14/2009 3:38:23 PM | Tonight let's run away
To the old neighborhood
Speed past the traffic
Looming and booming
Going nowhere fast
Till we feel sparks in the air
Tainted no longer still
By the fallow piles of yesterday
Tonight let's run away
To the old neighborhood
Remind ourselves where we've been
And where we've yet to be | |
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Posted: 2/22/2009 12:17:54 PM | sparks
you ask
what are sparks
a certain symmetry
an empathy
a delicious chemical
sympathy
the uphill climb
in an arc
of desire
the tinder for
a tender fire
a secret smile
upon a name
the beginning round
of the oldest game
come warm your soul
against my flame
LS 02/21/09 | |
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Posted: 7/1/2009 4:17:15 PM | (the gap)
that cut will leave a scar
so many times
you've caught my glance
there seemed to be a way
and I began to mine my heart
to search for words to say
abandon them midway
natural and proper
small shovel fulls of healing
to mend the gap between us
from becoming a ravine
the sands of time keep falling
much to my dismay
oh, how much do they weigh?
these stones of words I carry
words are my forte
score a point touche
what do we have to lose
but tenderness and decency
and everything we are
that we turn on to betray
LS 07/01/09 | |
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Posted: 7/11/2009 8:18:25 PM | Alzheimer's
her mind is unspooling
events in her life
no longer chronological
clocks run backwards
a girl sits for supper
with parents long gone
a young mother sees
the infant face of her adult child
a bride blushes with
the passion of her honeymoon
a mercy
before it is all gone
to really inhabit
a memory
before the final loss | |
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Posted: 7/13/2009 7:37:53 PM | thanks for the lovely writes, brizo.
the gap
morning rush hour
on a rainy day
waiting on the platform
for the downtown express
the very end of the station
as the last car
will deposit me
near the exit stairs
the train arrives
the doors open in front of me
i step on
my wet foot slips
my right leg slips
into the gap
between train
and platform
sprawled
upper body in
left leg behind
right leg down
two brawny guys
grab me under my harms
heave up
i’m in the train
grateful thanks
freaked out a bit
not hurt at all
not a spot on my suit
remainder of the day
uneventful | |
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Posted: 7/13/2009 7:39:06 PM | perfect kiss
we had a lovely dinner
you walked me to my car
and i drove you to yours
pulled up alongside
and then we kissed
and then you pulled away
saying, you’re blocking that guy
what guy?
the guy that honked
i hadn’t heard it
i was too engrossed
in that perfect kiss | |
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Posted: 7/17/2009 12:51:02 AM | It's time to move out because I've had enough
and go back to the streets and start living rough
this house is my prison my freedom has gone
it's time to move out, it's time to move on
I used to be wealthy but I'm not any more
I picked up a bag and I walked out the door
I left all my treasures, my trinkets and gold
and opted for life on the street in the cold
The days they all blended and rolled into one
my family and friends didn't know where I'd gone
I slept in a garage curled up on the floor
and the back of a van with no lock on the door
The days where I ate nowt were many and long
but I never thought I'd done anything wrong
the things that I valued just turned into dust
a millionaire playboy who life had gone bust
Safe back at home now with my illness still there
I stare out the window to heaven knows where
no-body trusts me and no reason they should
because I'd go there tomorrow if only I could
I'm unhappy and lonely, I'm sad and I cry
and there's never a day when I don't want to die
so please pass me that knife or a gun or a rope
and I'm off to find peace, well that's what I hope | |
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Posted: 7/29/2009 9:43:46 PM | thanks for dropping by, stephen. come visit again!
ok, i know i didn't write a poem last week - - so sue me!! 
and, sorry to be a bit late, but here are...
topics for the week ending august 3, 2009
pop music
inside out
the breeze
high as a kite
slow me down
motion
playboy | |
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Posted: 7/30/2009 9:31:51 AM | Burning , churning
winding roads
What leads us unto wisdom?
If not for all the broken glass
How would we
feel the pain?
If everyday was Beautiful
Nothing left to doubt
Tomorrow would be usual!
It would be ; Inside Out!
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