| | Polly Pisces Poetic PerspectivePage 11 of 16 (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16) | This Pisces chick has wits too quick
To pick the shortest stick
Your spawn up stream, heard just one scream
Which came from your esteem
Although you swam your only slam
Came when you hit a dam
Your fins now beat, so don't repeat
Or eyesight you'll defeat | |
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Posted: 5/28/2007 11:24:28 AM | - HOT FISH IN THE STREAM -
Ah our hot salmon she is sleek and so sweet
But he had some leaps that no dam can defeat
For witty as well as a powerful swimmer
This fish found the ladder and swam up a winner
He sidled along to that pretty girl fish
And rubbing pectorals he fueled then her wish
She twitched and she shivered upon his touch
As he moved alongside to sire the clutch
Then back down the river and back out to sea
For many more runs yet between them could be
The big fish is bold fish and she found out well
With eggs growing fry as much as time would tell
- Erik -
  Hahahaha ,...   Nicely written Polly! | |
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Posted: 5/29/2007 1:24:39 AM | My Cup of Tea
Every time that someone says;
"It's not my cup of tea"
I wonder if their shallow cup
Can't hold a deeper sea
To put your likings and desires
Inside something so small
Makes you blind and limited
To find what could enthrall
Or is their reference to the tea
Perhaps they need more lumps
For those who drink a bitter cup
Find comfort in the slumps
But I think it is tepid tea
That they prefer each day
And use lukewarm analogies
Since their cup is cliche | |
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Posted: 5/29/2007 1:28:44 AM | Pollinating Stardust
Our ancestral beacons
Of yesterday's hope
Begin to blow
Their solar winds
In order to pollinate
Their stardust for the
Expectant dreamer
Their fertile seeds
Settle within
A nebular nursery
And become implanted
To gestate
Among the gardens
Of celestial spaces
As time passes
The enceinte mother's
Of tomorrow's wishes
Become appetent
To burst forth a life
Of stellar proportions
An indication
That even energy
Has a will to live
And strives
For procreation | |
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Posted: 5/29/2007 6:37:16 AM | I like that last one a lot!
- BEACH REFLECTIONS -
I look to the beach and see first the water
Waves and wind dancing in a gentle ballet
Small fish surging close to the lapping wave edge
Plovers racing the surf to probe for clams and crabs
Running back to keep their feet dry
Pelicans soaring like a small flock of pteradactyls
Gliding on wind without much flapping
The water so beautiful aqua and blue
A crab scurries along in the foot deep swell
Seagulls cry out while skimmers hunt fish schoals
A giant conch moves slowly in the two foot swell on a bright red-orange foot
It's shell encrusted in filtering barnacles
Sand dollars washed up along with shells
Coral fragments a part of the mix
Sand etched in lines that sparkle in sunlight
Songs of the waves and weather abound
Oh to the beach that whispers in splendor
Colour and life it all calls to me
- Erik - <0> | |
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| Polly Pisces Poetic Perspective
Posted: 5/29/2007 11:33:59 AM | Polly Pun Fun
Today I used too many puns
And most of them intended ones
My mind said, "That's not even funny"
But still I felt like being punny
Then my mind said, "Not amused"
I told my mind "Stop being rude"
And also, "Stop distracting me"
"Or there will be no puns to see"
Now unintended puns are fun
And we did at least get one
My mind continued to resist
But now it's glad I did insist
Cause when my mind said, "I'll retreat"
That's when it fell right at our feet
An unintended little treat
And neither of us skipped a beat | |
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Posted: 5/30/2007 7:51:46 PM | Fade in Shade
I fade as all forgotten light
And blink a sleepy moon
Then disappoint your desert sands
Denying my monsoon
I've self imposed abandonment
Of ships before they sail
To race with crazy trains of thought
Though knowing they'll derail
I've barricaded deep inside
The memories I once lost
And cover up undying love
With apathetic frost
I bottle up your bitter wine
Which sour grapes expound
Then leave my severed vine hope
To wither on the ground
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Posted: 5/31/2007 6:03:48 AM |  Very nicely written. I wish i could fly to the moon. May when i dream tonight the same bird can teach me how to fly. | |
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Posted: 5/31/2007 7:34:07 AM | - FLIGHT OF THE "BEE" WOMEN -
Running along the bee lady comes
Life around her is quite buzzy fun
But it's not this that gives her the name
It's the gallon of perfume to blame
Knocking men with it's potent yields
Drawing the bees for eight or nine fields
She is the bomb as everyone sees
Fumes to drop men and queen of the bees
Buzzing nearby but never too close
Fumes ever deadly from our lady host
What will you do if she comes around?
Run for your life, or fall to the ground?
Why so much make up and all that perfume?
Under her powders and gloss is there room?
What is the smell that she's so keen to hide?
What kind of male would give her a ride?
Here and there I find these women about
It makes me wonder why they smell devout
To the perfume Goddess that they've become?
A little is nice but too much is just dumb
- Erik -   | |
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Posted: 6/1/2007 7:17:36 AM | | Haha, I agree...Infact, I went somewhere yesteday and the queen happened to bee there...So now here I sit, inhaler in one hand, rhymes in the other, and air..oh sweet air, just a breath out of reach...*collapses to the floor {dramatically of course}* | |
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Posted: 6/1/2007 7:42:15 AM | Softly Reminisce
Anticipating our first kiss
Brought haste upon our walk
And cast a certain giddiness
Within our awkward talk
At last we reached the waterfront
And while the ships docked port
You hinted your intentions
As some hopeful last resort
Then you must have realized
That silence brings a kiss
So that night on the waterfront
I softly reminisce
Whew, that was hard to write and keep a straight face. | |
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Posted: 6/1/2007 8:26:12 PM | Hiya Polly,
Sorry it took so long to make my way over here!!
The bud opens
At first light
The dew drips
Off petals white
The rose bends
Towards the sun
Releasing its bouquet
Excellence outdone
Nature calms
And smooths our plight
With simple beauty
Within our sight…..
Sam | |
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Posted: 6/1/2007 11:00:01 PM | Cue in the "George of the Jungle" music!
Dim the lights,.... "Quiet on the set!"
Rolling in three,... two,... one,.... ACTION!
- THE APEMAN ASKS, POLLY WANNA CRACKER? -
Having seen one too many Tarzan flicks
Johnny Wiesmueler got the hot chicks
Dressed in only a tan leather brief
With a rope for a belt and knife in sheath
Erik one night saw the Zan Marathon
They offered some items until they were gone
If you act right now you too can own
These Tarzanesque garments, yeah his mind was blown
But wait that's not all, indeed there is more
There first hundred callers dont need to emplore
You'll also get a pair of Leopard print too
A rope and a plastic knife replica, ouuuh!
How much would you pay, but dont answer yet
There's just a bit more that comes with the set
That's right a cd to teach you his yodel!
The package complete, so what is the total?
You might expect to pay eight hundred ten bucks
If you bought these items and chance it to luck
But now not five hundred nor three hundred too
We'll go even lower, that's just what we'll do!
Less than a hundred, and less still than eighty
Is this really so? It's sounds almost shady
That's right the announcer says beaming with fun
Only two easy payments of twelve ninety-one!
He called the eight hundred line after the show
One of the first hundred ( by luck don'tcha know? )
They took down his number and sent him his stuff
It took near a week, the waiting was rough
He donned on the briefs as one size fits all
Broke out the cd and then practiced the call
"Ungowa Mandani" he said to his dog
But it did not obey, just slept like a log
Those words work for Tarzan if you watched the shows
The wildlife obeyed him as everyone knows
Oh well that's okay for there was a saver
He snuck to the fence and peeked at his neighbor
Young Polly was reading a book by her pool
She had on so little it made his heart drool
And being the goofy one, romantic nerd
He hung up a tree rope though it seems absurd
He hoped to impress her and swing cross the fence
And dive in the pool to make his advance
Surely she would giggle and find him amusing
A chance to show off, though risking a bruising
As she read her book enjoying the quiet
He'd soon make enough noise to sound like a riot
But right now t'was peaceful, the calm 'fore the storm
As he worked the nerve from the hight now was borne
He thought of the hottie as he thought her very
Although the maneuver would prove rather scarey
Romance in his mind, or he'd flipped his lid
With dreams of a wife and three point two kids
He let out a yodel from high in the tree
She jumped rather fearful, what could that noise be?
Then swung into action he sprang from the limb
And arched down the rope though foresight was dim!
He did not it seem calculate the length right
Like George of the Jungle he wasn't too bright
He crashed throught the fence and plastered in wood
Let go of the rope for this was no good
Polly was shocked as he surfed cross the pool
On part of the fence like some clumsy fool
The board flipped him off on the far end unseen
His landing ungraceful was rather obscene
Poor Polly glanced down from the lounge tween her legs
As his face came up looking as if racked eggs!
Cover in splinters, spit water, skin red
He winked, "Hi I'm Erik! Your neighbor." it said
What ensued I cannot describe in this poem
The censors would freak out on her words alone
She did things to him as if hit by a truck
Our hero just sighed at all of his bad luck
But as he lay bleeding the beating complete
Ms. Polly calmed down from all of her heat
He looked so forlorn, this beaten Tarzan
The pulp of a neighbor with his stupid plan
She brought him inside and cleaned him up too
After all she thought, he had tried to woo
The beating, the pain, some much that was risky
She felt rather flattered, in fact she felt frisky
She gave him a kiss on his forhead in pain
He gasped for the stinging the drove him insane
She smiled at his hiss, for he looked so cute
So innocent, helpless, her lust resolute
She took off her top and giggled, "Let's play?"
But he was in pain, "No thanks I can't stay."
"I have to crawl home now for that is my plan,
I'm no Johnny Wiesmueler, nor a Tarzan!"
"I'll help you." She offered and then took him back
His body was throbbing his plan way off track
The TV now blared something about enzyte
She smiled and she pointed, this just was not right
"Rest now my Tarzan for I might just be Jane!"
He glanced at her wide eyed and feeling the pain
"Perhaps you'll come by when you feel better?"
He groaned, "Or maybe I will just send a letter."
- Erik - Hahahaha Thus ends the misadventure of another would-be Tarzan! hahahaha,...
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Posted: 6/5/2007 10:34:16 AM | One wonders if I've scared her away?
With witty words so full of play
For Polly has been gone a while
On her return I hope she smiles!
- Erik - | |
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Posted: 6/6/2007 1:11:33 AM | Hi Mari_sam what a stunning verse
And twizzler ...thank you so much...fly anytime you feel you need to...
and Apeman...
LOL...Too funny, I love the last verse especially, hehe | |
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Posted: 6/9/2007 1:49:50 AM | And now...
I rant...
Circle in the Sand
Have I been warned, or was I dared
To step across your line?
This boundary drawn into the sand
You need to re-define
I see your half is filling up
With money-making dreams
All the "good stuff's" on your side
At least that's what it seems
I walk along your stingy line
To demonstrate a fact
And use my broken parasol
To balance out my act
"Ladies and gentlemen, step right up
Now here's a sight to see
Watch this poet double talk
To speak poetically!"
I hear the crowds; "Oohs and Aahs"
My audience of (n)one?
And as you push me off your line
I see it's time for fun
I fall on my side, and you laugh
For all you see is sand
But victory belongs to me
When my mind is at hand
Why does my castle anger you?
Your line is your reward
I draw circles in the sand
'Tis why I'm never bored | |
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Posted: 6/9/2007 2:02:32 AM | And now...
Dear Diary, woe is me...
The Other Side
Their efforts to dispirit me
Have finally brought me down
And pools of creativity
They've drained, yet still I drown
When I said I couldn't write
They actually "high-fived"
I see I'm just the end result
Of plans their minds contrived
On this side of reality
There are no fans of me
Just 'atta girls and sleepy moons
As far as lies can see
Inspired by my family and "friends"...thanks guys
Oh and what I said about friends are God's way of apologizing to us for our families, I must elaborate with...
God save me from my friends...I can protect myself from my enemies...
Love(your definiton of love anyway)...Polly Anna..AKA...uh what was it?...A wanna be Joke?
P!ss off, and F*ck you for your support...
Loved ones...AKA ...Loads that should have been swallowed.
A$$holes | |
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Posted: 6/9/2007 2:09:49 AM | Oh my...that was ugly
Come on Erik...let's float
And laugh...yes?
Get my drift?..hehe
Caught in Current Time
The cosmic current I call time
Keeps pulling us from shore
And day by day we drift away
Much farther than before
It's otiose to even swim
But possible to drown
And squalls endured along the way
Can quickly pull you down
Discursive anger causes storms
In hopes to rock the boat
So when you do go overboard
Relax to stay afloat
Careful not to give your heart
A leeway for society
To classify you by your ship
Instead of your propriety
This maelstrom of our universe
I'm sure is just as strong
As any other place for time
Where masses drift along
Time encircles every life
For nothing's truly flat
But trust me, we all move ahead
Just staying where we're at | |
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Posted: 6/9/2007 2:20:48 AM | Class
In sleepy dreams and silent blinks
I ride my rhythm train
Graceful rhymes that stay on track
But only in my brain
Yet letters fall like dancing rain
There's some I'd like to share
But knowing not which ones to choose
Since they are everywhere
Thank you all for your support
You rise above in class 
As for the rest who sink below
How is your greener grass? 
So nothing fancy, just some words
Combined into a rhyme
Next time though I'll do it weird
And take my sweet-a$$ time | |
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Posted: 6/9/2007 2:23:28 AM | Fortified
Have hollowed winds been fortified
To help them blow so strong?
A simple breeze of gratitude
Has lifted up my song
Time is so dimensional
When little pills are blue
The yellow ones will "normalize"
And make me more like you?
Who
Are you
To construe?
The
Only me
I wish to be?
Whoever said I must make sense
Makes sentencing complete.
You spin my head and shake my hands
But never keep my beat
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Posted: 6/9/2007 2:32:40 AM | Come on Erik...we're going for a ride...
Tunnel Visions
Pardon me Miss Sanity
You need to step aside
It's time for crazy train of thoughts
To take me for a ride
I'm planning on escaping life
Through tunnels in my mind
And hoping when I reach the end
It's light that I should find
Your logic has been boring me
You're numbing to the brain
But first I need to toss you out
If I'm to go insane
You're sensible, not whimsical
Since you're a cold steel trap
But cheer up, and don't go too far
For you're my thinking cap  | |
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Posted: 6/9/2007 5:10:54 AM | Hey there Ms. Polly I see you've been busy
Sorry that I missed you or perhaps you missed me
But that is okay for I'll be back quite soon
To leave much more works and liven the tune!
- Erik - | |
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