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Chapter six:
Synthetic Dreams
Bi Jou Jou said to hurry up
That something isn't right
So I left reality
And let my dreams take flight
Ignis fatuus lit up the ground
Which glowed an eerie green
And Bi Jou Jou's face appeared
Sadistic and obscene
I asked him what is going on
He said he wasn't sure
Something though has gotten in
That isn't "Polly pure"
It seems to be synthetic dreams
He said after some thought
Then asked me if the Catacombs
Had too begun to rot
I said we need to check them out
And as we walked along
Neither of us cared to sing
My Pollyester song
The swamp was disillusioning
But nothing took its place
I was thankful that my muse
Had lost his eerie face
When we reached the Catacombs
We both said, "Oh my God"
For instantly we recognized
This gossamer facade
Synthetic dreams indeed it seems
And then he took my hand
Please don't worry Pollykins
I think I understand
Fly back to reality
I'll do what must be done
But listen lass, don't let the dark
Deprive you of your sun | |
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Posted: 7/8/2007 3:57:49 AM | Polly and Bi Jou Jou The Book
Chapter seven:
Closet Rhymes
When we sought Bi Jou Jou
He was no where to be found
But the Catacombs were shifting
And were moaning underground
Cobalt mist engulfed us
My forehead spotted blue
Beans said, it's the symbol
Of cynical review
We heard a counted rhythm
As we became encased
Inside this structured mirror
Ryhthms were debased
The voice of subjugation
Claimed, "Catacombs are mine
For I'm a Meter Reader
And verses I'll confine"
"So mirror me a poem
And time it like the rest
But do not use a rhythm
That you consider best"
"Your imagination
This mirror will restrict
And verses must agree
With rhythms I depict"
We looked for a dream out
And found my closet door
A locked part of my mind
Where nothing's to explore
Bi Jou Jou hurry up
And get us out of here
There are no Cosmic thoughts
And rhyming is austere
So if you see my muse
Please rhyme him back to me
For Baby Beans and I
Despise watching T.V. | |
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Posted: 7/8/2007 3:58:44 AM | Polly and Bi Jou Jou The Book
Chapter eight:
Jigsaw Dreams
Inside the closet of my mind
We searched for our way out
The Meter Reader's nasty spell
Had shadowed Verse with doubt
Bi Jou Jou once told Baby Beans
"The answer's always near,
Some puzzles are just camouflaged
Like you, my spotted deer"
The ceiling shook, then starlight fell
And when I looked at Beans
I saw the spots upon my fawn
Were many different things
The star flakes that were on the floor
Were puzzling in shape
And then I saw on Baby Beans
Our ultimate escape
Help me Beans, think where to go
And anywhere is fine
Just say the picture in your head
Then I'll see it in mine
When she did, her spots lit up
And formed a little brook
Then the star flakes joined its flow
And that was all it took
A cottage and a bridge appeared
Both made of cobblestone
Then I heard Bi Jou Jou say,
"This puzzle's not unknown"
I thought of jigsaws in my life
And most of them I've stored
In closets, not in catacombs
So I will not get bored
"Very good," I heard him say
"You've made the pieces fit
You'll never be confined again
Unless you lack the wit"
The cottage glowed and at the door
There Bi Jou Jou stood
"Come in you two, sit by the fire
Relax, 'cause it's all good" | |
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| Polly Pisces Poetic Perspectives
Posted: 7/8/2007 4:00:28 AM | Polly and Bi Jou Jou The Book
Chapter nine:
Penny Paint
Bi Jou Jou said I should avoid
All thoughts of Emerald dreams
Because the Cosmic Catacombs
Had filled with jaded streams
But as he spoke my wandering mind
Was walking down a path
Inside a forest where I met
A stranger filled with wrath
She said that she'd been waiting there
For many moons at bay
I told her, "I don't understand"
She said, "You will today"
She seized my arm and instantly
My eyes filled to the brim
With tears of liquid jaded streams
That caused my head to swim
When I came to, Bi Jou Jou said,
"Your eyes are colored green"
I laughed and said they've always been
He said, "But they look mean"
When he said this, my anger rose
That's when I screamed, "Be gone!"
And right before he could protest
I snapped, "And take your fawn!"
My Baby Beans began to cry
But I did not feel sad
Because the stranger's jaded spell
Was cast to drive me mad
I laughed out loud and when I did
My eyes began to glow
The sky above turned sickly green
As did the ground below
"My Polly has been color-cursed!"
I heard Bi Jou Jou cry
Then he set off to ask my friend
To bring her colored sky
When Penny came I rolled my eyes
Then mocked her Southern drawl
"Hey, this place that you got here
It sure is green and all"
Many glances were exchanged
Before she finally said,
"I now see what Bi Jou Jou meant
You're not right in the head"
Something deep inside of me
Just had to laugh at that
That's when Penny told my Muse
"I guess I'm up to bat"
Suddenly a baseball field
Was formed before our eyes
And we were clad in uniforms
Which came as no surprise
And in the batter's box there stood
Miss Penny with a grin
Her stance I had to ridicule
To bring her much chagrin
Bi Jou Jou said to concentrate
And think in colored sight
Then said she only had one swing
To hit the ball just right
Bi Jou Jou threw a perfect pitch
So Penny swung the bat
And as the ball sailed through the sky
Bi Jou Jou tipped his hat
Then a loud explosion came
And colors filled the air
Their brilliance was so radiant
No rainbow could compare
Jaded streams poured out of me
As I began to cry
What caused the evil spell to break
Was Penny's colored sky | |
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| Polly Pisces Poetic Perspectives
Posted: 7/8/2007 4:04:25 AM | Polly and Bi Jou Jou The Book...Last Chapter in this book
Chapter ten:
Compromising Catacombs
While dancing with my lonely moon
I felt a sleepy breeze
Blow away my honey thoughts
With drops of salted seas
Then I caught a meter reader
Alternating time
And faltering every melody
My reason couldn't rhyme
Then I knew synthetic dreams
Had crept into my mind
And when I called for Baby Beans
My voice fell far behind
Suddenly I felt me shift
Away from time from space
And when I finally ventured in
My dreams were out of place
I reached the Cosmic Catacombs
And found Bi Jou Jou there
But when I said our Beans was gone
He claimed he didn't care
I told him you are not my muse
But why do you deceive?
He said don't be ridiculous
Then told me I should leave
Bi Jou Jou's never secretive
Nor is he ever rude
So tell me where to find my muse
Before I come unglued
He answered with a mordant laugh
That turned my mind to rage
So instantly I locked him up
Inside my mental cage
When he tried to plead the fifth
I laughed, "Whatever, freak"
And then I rhymed an ancient verse
So only truth could speak
~Your tongue was taught by verity~
~Before time counted ticks~
~And ferries only fabricate~
~Across the River Styx~
~Breathe and speak morality~
~Respect all truthfulness~
~But deviate from honesty~
~You'll see hell can regress~
At first he looked a bit confused
But quickly he caught on
When I asked him where he thought
Bi Jou Jou might have gone
He realized when he bit his tongue
His words just formed as tears
And by closing both his eyes
His voice came out his ears
Einstein was the Pisces name
Your muse went off to see
To talk about how space and time
Effects your poetry
I quickly turned before he saw
That doubt had filled my eyes
No longer was I even sure
If truth could carry lies
What's your name? I finally asked
He said it was Ji Boo Yoo
But even then I wasn't sure
If what he said was true
I think it was my orneriness
That asked him to recite
His favorite poem that I wrote
He said that'd take all night
So you like my poetry?
This question drove him mad
Then I heard Bi Jou Jou say
Oh Polly you are bad
Whew!...Thanks for reading, for those who read it...hehe...Polly and Bi Jou Jou
Coming Soon...Nomadic Dreams | |
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Posted: 7/8/2007 9:18:25 AM | awesome Polly, have you been visited by the ghost of Edward Lear? 
I liked the subtle smackdown of the poetry meter too......
being alive
of being alive
I confess I'm quite fond
in reaching this goal
I'm above and beyond
I'm not of the mindset
that all birthdays suck
cause if you don't have one
you've run out of luck
Ls 6/17/07
posted (I think) in first, last.....eh, who knows, with my wobbly mind..... | |
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| Polly Pisces Poetic Perspectives
Posted: 7/9/2007 8:50:45 AM | gonna come back and read them all later, polly, but wanted to pop in and say thanks.
gotta get my ars moving inside the money-mill
it's sometimes way too easy here, to read and get my fill
but always fun to read your verse, the words just seem to stream
down the page and through our minds, perspectives cool and keen! | |
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Posted: 7/9/2007 5:52:26 PM | I saw the word Pisces and new I had to visit
words read were insisted
Well Done Reads Polly Pisces
From a Spirited Piscean | |
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| Polly Pisces Poetic Perspectives
Posted: 7/10/2007 8:59:59 AM | Inspired from "Upcomming Nomadic Dreams"
- WILD WENDY AND NO MAD DIC DREAMS -
There was a guy named Richard
Who they all called Mad Dic
It was not from his temper
He was a sexist pri ck
He went out on a blind date
With a girl called Wild Wendy
She was a kinky lady
So flexible and bendy! < ------ ( I LOVE MAKING UP WORDS! HAH, HAH, HAH! )
Now Dic was soon a droolin'
Wild Wendy was a hottie
Her first date she wore leather
So tight upon her body
They had some drinks in a club
Then took it back to her place
She promised him excitement
As they both picked up the pace
She wanted to get kinky
Mad Dic said "Just go ahead!"
Wild Wendy broke out her rope
And tied him to her wood bed
She teased and stripped before him
And watched him grunt and squirm
We tried to make his move on her
But the rungs held him quite firm
She scratched and bit his skin a bit
Then slapped him just for fun
And mounted up upon his tool
And rode him on the big gun
She pinched him and he snarled
She pulled his hair and pinched
He liked the feeling of the sex
But from the pain Mad Dic winced
Unfortunately for Wendy
Her old wood bed with worn rung
So0n creaked from all his jerking
From where his limbs were strung
Suddenly Dic broke free
The wood had snapped away
And Mad Dic turned the tables
From how Wendy would play
He tied her up with her own rope
Her mouth his pacifier
To ease the throbbing in his gun
Fueled by their wild desire
He ate her out and fingered too
She begged him to play nice
He licked her neck and nibbled
He pinched her nipples twice
He freed her legs and pushed them up
Then entered Wendy's lips
She groaned as he jackhammered her
And ground well in her hips
He brought her to the brink of climax
And then he paused by plan
And told her that she had to beg
To finish what he began
All night she served his lusty needs
In turn he gave her screams
Her only regrets when t'was done
She had No Mad Dic Dreams!
- Erik - <0>   | |
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Posted: 7/11/2007 1:20:12 AM | Insatiable Erik's Blinding Screams
“Single Eye” just told cried out why
Your hand lacks certain charms
Claims you beat him using Braille
Then mocked your Popeye arms
Seeing “Richard”, “Wendy” said,
Brought laughter not a holler
But saw a penis look-a-like
Except that it was smaller
“Wendy” was a “blind can’t see”
That faltered Erik’s bluff
So once again, you do not win
For you can’t get enough
Erik = 
Polly = | |
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Posted: 7/11/2007 6:01:35 AM | Sniff sniff,... is that fishie jealousy I smell? hahahaha Kidding. Glad you were thus inspired Polly my delightful friend. Of course most women like to write about bigger things,... hahahaha,... but that's okay. It was quite cute. Please do not stop, I just saw the title Nomadic Dreams and for some reason that poem begged to be written. hehehehe,... Never a boring moment eh?
What Polly thinks --------> What Erik does ---------->  hehehe,...
- Erik -  I always have so much fun here,.... thanks Polly! You're a gem!  | |
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Posted: 7/11/2007 7:25:25 AM | Polly stop?..Ha! you wish
For you're about to be
Dragged into the catacombs
So you can always be
Put inside my trophy case
With others I have served
And labled as a naughty fish
Who got what he deserved
Mayhaps I will tie your hands
And give your stick a break
From your introducing hand
It does not want to shake
Erik =
Polly =  | |
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Posted: 7/12/2007 1:39:14 AM | - HERE FISHIE, FISHIE, FISHIE! -
Oh my goodness what an ego
Amost matches mine
Okay I'm exaggerating
Comparatives decline
Dear Ms Trophy hunting Polly
I'm not for your case
But you're right on ropes and lessons
Liven's up your place
When you wake up bound in bed
Confused by this storm
Remember when I last asked you;
"Does this rag smell like chloroform?"
Now since you're a fellow fishie
Okay,... a fellow fishette
I made sure to dress you well
For this play you'll not forget
I have champagne for the bubbles
I have candles of bee's wax
Silk rope and a couple feathers
Lotions, oils for all the cracks
I Also brought some Saran wrap
And a little oil and salt
After pelt of bunny fur
Giggled torment's not my fault
Also Hot tea and ice bucket
Oh you lucky lucky thing!
Just imagine all the fun girl
That each item's sure to bring
But beyond the glitz and bobbles
Past the tricks and teasing
There are many wild techniques
To keep Polly pleasing
You are spicey and defiant
Good for you my fishie friend
That will make it interesting
By the first day's end
It could take a bit my dear
Okay,... I know it will
But when all is said and done
You'll be exhausted from each thrill
So thanks for all the inspiration
Naughty haughty thoughts indeed
And you're welcome in advance
For all the things that fill your need!
- Erik - ( Ouuuuh she's gonna kill me for this one! Hahahaha,... oh well,... it will make for a fantastic rebuttle poem! Polly is good that way! Parent's cover your kid's eyes! )
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Posted: 7/12/2007 5:17:48 PM | How to Serve Chicken of the Sea, the Weaker Fish A.K.A Erik ...by Polly Pisces
My dear Erik do you know
What you have gone and done
You just ended all our play
And killed our fishy fun
But today you are in luck
For I will miss this dance
So for you my chicken fish
I’ll give you one more chance
I am willing to forget
Your weakness I just read
For I won the moment you
Had me tied to the bed
Misconceptions part to blame
But still you must admit
That I beat you many times
Before you chose to quit
Domination really is
A fabricated roll
For you see it is the sub
Who’s truly in control
Just a fact but if you must
Then cede our fishy game
For I know the roles we play
And I can take the pain
Dom’s cannot ‘tis why their weak
And break in rhyme so fast
But a sub has strength of mind
And stamina to last
So dear Erik, there it is
The truth of your disgrace
You can cede, but if you don’t
Then name the time and place
Polly =
Erik =  | |
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Posted: 7/12/2007 9:45:44 PM | - WHAT TREBLE HOOK? HEHEHE,... -
Oh my Polly what have we begun?
For surely you realize I'm just having fun?
I love all your wit and thoughts good and fine
But I am not one dear to cross that frail line
No urges for creation of stress or pain
No need to enslave friends or drive them insane
With tact and with style you have countered me
No need to be shark to my little fishie
For though you are cute, and wise beyond measure
My friendship with you is one that I treasure
So I will concede if I rubbed you wrong
Or if my words were misconstrued and too strong
- Erik - | |
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Posted: 7/13/2007 6:56:45 AM | Erik how could you not see
The choices that I had
Either turn the tables or
Pretend that I was mad?
Silly fishy, I am quick
But not a skanky wh*re
I just couldn't let you think
That I'm one you could bore
Erik tell me, did you blush
Or was it more like shock?
See now I can make a rhyme
How you're missing a sock
Erik don't be such a guppy
Don't you wanna play?
I know... kick a rhyme to me
That you thought I might say
But it has to save my face
For I'm not one to lose
But to opt a friend or Pride
Then Erik's who I choose
LOL...Silly
What a sad day for the Polly and Erik show...LOL
Chin up squishy
Polly= 
Erik= | |
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Posted: 7/13/2007 7:41:18 AM | - STARKIST WANTS TUNA THAT TASTES GOOD! -
Actually silly fish I did not blush
Nor was I shocked or filled with a rush
I chuckled a little but then I thought Hey!
You better make sure that Ms. Polly's in "play"
For I've read your past poems here on the thread
And felt much emotions in what you have said
So just when the Viking was getting real raunchy
I thought, shut your mouth Erik, lest her boot launch me!
I always have fun here and do so with ease
But did not want to be boiling up the seas
Nor would I go too far in stirring your pride
Good friends are too valued for such a divide
So let's be more mirthful and dont mind the Viking
Who know's when things go too far beyond your liking
No wh ore thoughts intended or any belittling
I just like joking, and teasing, and fiddling
- Erik - Hehehehe,.... | |
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Posted: 7/13/2007 3:36:05 PM | My nostalgic evergreens
My nostalgic evergreens
Have always heard me pine
For somebody’s melody
That’s similar to mine
They still hear the child in me
Who'd asked of ancient trees
If they'd conjure up a wish
To cast in salted seas
Only darkness dares to dream
Until the coming dawn
And I never saw the hope
Before the moon was gone
Until I found an echoed heart
Once bottled up in time
Had blown ashore with fated sands
From verses darker rhyme | |
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Posted: 7/13/2007 3:38:06 PM | Listening to the Stones
For, Stuttering Stanley
I compromised reality
To catch a falling star
But only lost felicity
When wandering where you are
I stutter any time I think
That life can stare me down
And so I blind my happy eye
Then look for my old frown
I tune into interrogate
The reasoning of a mind
But questions out of everywhere
Left answers hard to find
Then walk along the broken stones
To help me understand
Why nothingness is all I am
From rocks beat into sand | |
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Posted: 7/13/2007 3:39:16 PM | Silent Ticks
I want to wander in a dream
Or drown into a sleep
For every time I surface swim
My terror swallows deep
It’s hard to float a heavy heart
When passion springs a leak
And every silent passing tick
Makes you feel like a freak
Indifference can devastate
So I am letting go
To quickly sink into my depths
Before my mind can know | |
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| Polly Pisces Poetic Perspectives
Posted: 7/13/2007 3:41:41 PM | Lothario
Love was an ill-advised dream
Offered by my heart
That gave ear to my words
And considered my meditations
Ennui did not capture me
And lock me in a state
More deplorable
Than time itself
It was betrayal
That fabricated
My imprisonment
For complacency
Is a traitor
Now it is freedom
That has given ear to
And considered
The meditations
Of the whispering's
From my lost smiles
Pining for a past
Or the metaphoric pride
Of a shining crescent
And have brought forth
A contingent settlement
Of a mistaken Casanova
Or even a well-meaning
And well-mannered
Lothario | |
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| Polly Pisces Poetic Perspectives
Posted: 7/13/2007 3:43:25 PM | Discordant Hopes
I pick a tune to beat a rhyme
But what good does it do?
For any rhythm that I find
You seem to misconstrue
So then I hear your melody
Play strident tones of scorn
And echoes carry sleepy tears
Where silent dreams are born
Our hearts are inharmonious
Because you sing off-key
And even though I tune you out
Your song's still playing me | |
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| Polly Pisces Poetic Perspectives
Posted: 7/13/2007 3:44:23 PM | Making Room to Smile
It seems I have a lot of stuff
So here's what's gotta go
A phone that's tethered to the wall
And things that make you sew
Mr. Polly's Creed CD's
Shh...he's sleeping in
Many projects with a start
That only need an end
A set of weights I would have used
If they weren't so damn heavy
Lots of stupid wire things
And my husband's Chevy
The truck is nice, the hubby's not
But I can't break the set
So you gotta take 'em both
And one comes pre-upset
A few annoying figurines
Some golf clubs; never used
And my lame-ass attitude
That stays under-enthused
So here it is, a free for all
And you can't beat the price
Hmm... it seems that I am left
With all the stuff that's nice | |
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Posted: 7/13/2007 3:52:13 PM | Poetic Contender
For the talking Walnut
Someone’s trying to knock me down
But they don’t understand
That I can find tranquility
By rhyming on command
The steady rhythm in my mind
Can always beat disdain
And when I’m writing poetry
There’s joy in every pain
It seems sadistic poetry
Contends to win this bout
Mayhaps I am a masochist?
I’ll have to check that out
When malice threatens poetry
My heart will fight to write
And so today, I’ve rhymed away
All pettiness and spite
So "pseudo-victimize" your face
For drama's newest act
But remember I can look
Through any lying crack
For I can feel beyond a name
And I know why you hide
But I have yet to comprehend
Why peace must be denied
Erik, I can totally see how this could relate to our dialogue, but this was written for the weird stalker chick that keeps changing her screen name and posting hate poetry against me.
I keep seeing through her facade, she's had to change her name like five times now. She forgets Pisces can "See" with more than their eyes....right?
But I was just reading over it, and thought, this looks like a poetic response to Erik, but I have anything to say to you, I'll address you directly always, so I don't have to explain myself...which I hate to do...hehe...Pollyanna | |
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Posted: 7/13/2007 3:55:06 PM | Collecting Searches
I think I will collect my thoughts
And put them back inside
I'm not sure how they found an out
I hope it wasn't pride
And now I hear my only time
Explaining how to be
But I don't bother listening
Considering it is me
Falling through my weaker state
I slowly close my eyes
And find some other verity
In poetry's reprise
I'm lost again along my faults
But this time I am there
Searching for my fated sand
That blows from everywhere | |
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