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| Eye guy at it Again
Posted: 8/5/2007 9:47:25 PM | 
Who is my trusty friend? That's my EyeGuy!
Who my honor always defend? That's my EyeGuy!
Yea though I have a musty back end? You guessed it, EyeGuy!
And too-- I beseech him for much cash to lend? EyeGuy, EyeGuy!
When I run short of creatures to mutate in my lab
Whose the one ready to climb up on my slab
spouting droll stories, maybe naughty, but never drab
even should I detain him, nor let him call a cab
ever ready should I run dry to bring forth a little dab
and should I tire of scratching, give his hand to pick my chigger scab
That's EyeGuy! That's my EyeGuy! | |
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| Eye guy at it Again
Posted: 8/6/2007 10:17:16 AM | My Haiku to you:
Believe love is there
floats around us everywhere
meant for all to share. | |
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| From last line repeated stanzas, reworked
Posted: 8/7/2007 1:53:10 PM |
Before I post, I want to apologize to thorb for calling his last line in first line/last line a "rook". Seems the bic-spinster is a bit b*tchy today.
is there a place in your vision for a woman like me
whose heart is too close to the surface for safety
who insists this journey called life is never singular
and enjoys lying belly-up, exposing her jugular?
is there a place in your vision for a woman, who, as well
has carved her intuition into dagger, whose hell
travels with her--demons in line, begging to be slain
by love; as we walk our clear path through the rain.
Note: thanks to ravincause for the first line. | |
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| From last line repeated stanzas, reworked
Posted: 8/7/2007 2:19:28 PM |  Hi my friend!
By love ; as we walk our clear path through the rain
know that I love you just the same
For never had I met your heart...and known
this love we had ...may have never grown.
Infactuation? no....not me!
Love is a profound more feeling thing~!
Intimate moments shared between just two
wish that someone could be you!
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| From last line repeated stanzas, reworked
Posted: 8/7/2007 2:26:21 PM |
Hey Jules, steadfast friend. Thank you for bringing that one to me. The quiet in my house
is too thick to overcome. Course I say that even as my dog is having a rare barking fit.
Honestly, I don't see how these animals put up with me. Worst part is they're so brainwashed, they probably wouldn't leave if they had the chance. Course, people
can come to that as well...
I'm trying to stay out of the way and out of trouble today. My love to everyone. Y'all just don't need to catch this. | |
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| Peace to the Man Who Brought Me Sorrow
Posted: 8/7/2007 6:10:39 PM | peace to the man who brought me sorrow
fly to the laughter of your soul's desire
carry your dreams of ego to tomorrow
I'm teaching myself to believe
you're soaring higher than your heart could fly with me.
in your day's preoccupation be you satisfied
that you have many loves who wish for you
smiles, rewards and joy ever-intensified
as your opinions all prove true, and
your efforts produce fruits ever-nourishing.
May your eyes see other's eyes that trust your vision
and find their rest in no uncertain sleep
peace to the man who killed me when he finally said goodbye
I have no more promises of yours to keep.
time has shown how life goes on
even as love sinks into mystery
Mystery buries the memories
and then time grows over the mystery.
Peace to the man who is buried in the past.
You have no more promises of mine to keep. | |
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| A bold tale
Posted: 8/7/2007 6:46:25 PM | Like a chess game I was always meant to win,
he kissed my hand, the opening move
and my soul was utterly drawn in.
Given our youth and huge differences
in how we approached human beings,
the competition was fierce between us
though we took turns and smirked between them.
The scene of our marriage should have drawn crowds--
the joy and the drama were epic.
Laughter sustained us, that rarest of bonds...
and we loved with a love that was more than a love
I and my Tony Jay,
but when it was over, he didn't win the kids
looking back, seems like it was meant to be that way.
Note: Thanks blue sunshine for the first line. | |
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| love, laser-ture
Posted: 8/7/2007 8:42:25 PM | with love, laser- true; Life for playing not being played
zap a flower, insta-bloom; alternate passions in a trade
stand in the wilderness to get abducted holding hands
fashion a volcano in the sand, till volcanos and sands are inadequate
for play time of love, laser-true. Adopt 30 children to live with you
teach them to lap water, barking dogs, or form a choir or what have you
move on to politics get serious, then quit because the children need travel,
weave a tapestry of experiences loved and don't wait for it to unravel
thanks to me for the first line. | |
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Posted: 8/8/2007 6:18:12 AM | LITTLE ORPHANT ANNIE
by: James Whitcomb Riley (1849-1916)
INSCRIBED WITH ALL FAITH AND AFFECTION
To all the little children: -- The happy ones; and sad ones;
The sober and the silent ones; the boisterous and glad ones;
The good ones -- Yes, the good ones, too; and all the lovely bad ones.
LITTLE Orphant Annie's come to our house to stay,
An' wash the cups an' saucers up, an' brush the crumbs away,
An' shoo the chickens off the porch, an' dust the hearth, an' sweep,
An' make the fire, an' bake the bread, an' earn her board-an'-keep;
An' all us other childern, when the supper-things is done,
We set around the kitchen fire an' has the mostest fun
A-list'nin' to the witch-tales 'at Annie tells about,
An' the Gobble-uns 'at gits you
Ef you
Don't
Watch
Out!
Wunst they wuz a little boy wouldn't say his prayers,--
An' when he went to bed at night, away up-stairs,
His Mammy heerd him holler, an' his Daddy heerd him bawl,
An' when they turn't the kivvers down, he wuzn't there at all!
An' they seeked him in the rafter-room, an' cubby-hole, an' press,
An' seeked him up the chimbly-flue, an' ever'-wheres, I guess;
But all they ever found wuz thist his pants an' roundabout:--
An' the Gobble-uns 'll git you
Ef you
Don't
Watch
Out!
An' one time a little girl 'ud allus laugh an' grin,
An' make fun of ever' one, an' all her blood-an'-kin;
An' wunst, when they was "company," an' ole folks wuz there,
She mocked 'em an' shocked 'em, an' said she didn't care!
An' thist as she kicked her heels, an' turn't to run an' hide,
They wuz two great big Black Things a-standin' by her side,
An' they snatched her through the ceilin' 'fore she knowed what she's about!
An' the Gobble-uns 'll git you
Ef you
Don't
Watch
Out!
An' little Orphant Annie says, when the blaze is blue,
An' the lamp-wick sputters, an' the wind goes woo-oo!
An' you hear the crickets quit, an' the moon is gray,
An' the lightnin'-bugs in dew is all squenched away,--
You better mind yer parunts, an' yer teachurs fond an' dear,
An' churish them 'at loves you, an' dry the orphant's tear,
An' he'p the pore an' needy ones 'at clusters all about,
Er the Gobble-uns 'll git you
Ef you
Don't
Watch
Out! | |
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| The Rake in this Spirit!
Posted: 8/8/2007 4:47:59 PM | I look upon thy picture—
And I am most curious.
Some of my thoughts are impure—
But what is beauty without the lust thereafter.
I’m a man of a million thoughts;
Running through me as the spirit in you.
And of course you have heard the vows of man—
Evermore fruitless than the philosopher’s stone.
But I’m merely a Don Quixotic man.
Thus, I offer no promises and only provide insane insatiation.
Woulds’t thou permit me to ravish thy soul?
To use thee in the lust of thy own desire?
Indeed! I am quite bold in my feelings.
But why shoulds’t I refrain from craving thee?
Every woman wants to feel as thus.
Why should I hide from you what my spirit is athirst for?
Why should I feel ashamed of being human?
Did not God create thee in the intensities of his passions?
Thus if in thee am I not in essence in God?
Or am I merely a man of mania?
I woulds’t reckon not with argumentation to prove thus!
Many would blame it on the cloud berries my discourse.
But I only speak what the spirit urges forth.
And hopefully it’s not all in vain.
Hopefully thee can see the truth in this fantastic unreality.
Realistically real! But unreal because this fancy will never materialize.
But do tell me otherwise!
Do tell me that the knight-errant is thy craving!
Do tell me that you are wild and unrestrained with a lust for this spirit!
Do bring me into thyself—where we both can convulse in agonies! | |
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| The Rake in this Spirit!
Posted: 8/8/2007 4:55:10 PM | ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^That was absolutely AMAZING.....truly I loved that write....such power, intensity.........realism of what lurks within, yet seldom ever spoken. BRAVO. | |
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| The Rake in this Spirit!
Posted: 8/8/2007 8:59:31 PM | Senoir Quixote
If the shoe fits, I may be your princess, even hobbling on one, I'll do my best to be a woman, human deserving of your most honorable watchfulness and curiosity. What a rapturous spell you cast! I know I told you I was going to make remarks on poems via email, and dang it, from now on, I'm going to stick to that protocol, but good lord, what a delight. I think I just swallowed my shoe, so how about a barefoot princess?
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| The Rake in this Spirit!
Posted: 8/9/2007 7:34:44 PM | It may be the starriest night I've ever seen.
No moon, no street light, no atmospheric particles--
Van Gogh is here with me, we're making meteors
with LSD brushes in the big field behind the dark church,
while Chagall plays fiddle and my cat plays invisible.
The sky is so clear you can see the strings of
the puppeteer above the dancing stars. | |
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| The Rake in this Spirit!
Posted: 8/10/2007 3:10:35 PM | Blessed
I take your friendship gladly
tuck it safely within my heart
I will always treat it tenderly
from me never let it depart
For your friendship
is a treasure I hold so strong
may what has united between us
last our lifetimes long!
Hey Bic....where is that Senor Quixote....you need him to come back again, his writes are out of this world, would you not agree my friend? | |
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| The Rake in this Spirit!
Posted: 8/10/2007 3:47:04 PM | Ha!  I don't know. I may have scared him away!
Don't be shy Don Quixote. I'm not harboring any windmills here.
The air in my brain is perfectly stagnant, I promise.
haiku for pof friends:
deeper, better friends
you won't find anywhere, heart
transmission, constant and true.
Wow, I learned a new word. I was going to use pixellate, but my mind was too dull to be sure of it, so I looked it up and found "pixilated", which means "amusingly eccentric, as in a pixy, a fairy or sprite. My big, good vocabulary just got bigger and gooder!  | |
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| The Rake in this Spirit!
Posted: 8/10/2007 3:52:02 PM | | Alright Ms. Webster....let us see you use your new found word....pixellate or pixillated....sigh, your mind is so much more complex than mine...yet I do learn from you. Carry on Wabbit is waiting for your pixellating write!! | |
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| The Rake in this Spirit!
Posted: 8/10/2007 4:03:07 PM | Me no likes having to use it in a sentence
pixilated haiku:
She's pixilated,
expects acceptance of her
unexpected mind. | |
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| The Rake in this Spirit!
Posted: 8/10/2007 4:09:01 PM | I will try to Haiku with you , using this quite foreign word to me....now don't laugh ok?
With a sly, sweet grin
my pixillating thoughts took
you to another place.
Find another word.....let's play??? | |
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| The Rake in this Spirit!
Posted: 8/10/2007 4:38:05 PM | oneirocritic, pronounced o-ni(as in night) ru (as in uh) critic.
means interpreter of dreams. | |
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| The Rake in this Spirit!
Posted: 8/10/2007 4:47:56 PM | Ok. That word sucks. It shure is purty tho.
oneiocritic, twonieocritc, threeneiocritic four.
fiveneiocritic, sixneiocritc, sevenneiocritic more.
Use that one, if you like but I'm going back for a different one.
here's a nice word:
catechu, pronounced cat uh choo.
any of several astringent substances obtained from various tropical plants, esp. from the wood of two East Indian species of acacia. used in medicine, dyeing, tanning, etc. See now that's a word that could be used in varied contexts.
can also be pronounsed cashoo. Go girl. I gotta get up from here a bit. | |
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| The Rake in this Spirit!
Posted: 8/10/2007 5:02:22 PM | Very creative...Wabbit likes it!
Yet I have to go for now
need to go pick up my van that got fixed
promise I will play...that's my vow! | |
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| The Rake in this Spirit!
Posted: 8/10/2007 7:24:44 PM | I will try ......do you have a different dictionary than I do? My goodness these words are strange to the mind and the tongue!
A strange dream came clear
as a oneirocritic
spoke of its true depths. | |
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| The Rake in this Spirit!
Posted: 8/10/2007 7:27:07 PM | catechu? .....these things you make me do!
With a single drop of
catechu I felt better
instantly it healed. | |
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| The Rake in this Spirit!
Posted: 8/12/2007 2:07:25 AM | Well done, Wicked. Bet you were always an A student.
I should not be up. There is trouble in the neighborhood. Course I could have slept through it, except that the people receiving the trouble came to me a couple of days ago about it.
These are things no one talks about in the hood.
Love that family who lives in that house now. I mentioned them in a poem not too long ago. Said their children were too secure to be bored.
It's bad when you're renting from criminals.
I've just now gotten to know this family, though I've admired the tranquility of their family for about a year now.
It's a mess. What a shame-- and trust me, when I say something is a mess, it's a MESS.
At least I don't think the family is home over there. Funny how people deal with impossible situations, on their own, till, defeated as they inevitably must be, they just want someone to know their story.
My good neighbors may be homeless very soon. But if no one gets hurt around here, particularly me, I guess it's a tolerable state of affairs.
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