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Posted: 5/30/2007 11:28:34 PM | From small beginnings I have grown to a mighty nut! hahahha,...
The Hoh rainforest? Does such a place exist? Hoh's grow there? ( Sorry this is so irrisistable ) Do the brothers know of this? Mushrooms that dwarf me? Is that a circumcision thing? hahahaha Kidding,...
It sounds lovely,... and yes,.... I was a boy once too! hahahaha,...
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Posted: 5/31/2007 2:44:03 PM | Hey girl bringin' an Ohio song over for you. Been listening to it today. Don'tcha think it belongs here? Wanna do right but not right now.....
Gillian Welch ---- Look at Miss Ohio
Oh me oh my oh, look at Miss Ohio
She’s a-running around with her rag-top down
She says I wanna do right but not right now
Gonna drive to Atlanta and live out this fantasy
Running around with the rag-top down
Yeah I wanna do right but not right now
Had your arm around her shoulder, a regimental soldier
An’ mamma starts pushing that wedding gown
Yeah you wanna do right but not right now
Oh me oh my oh, would ya look at Miss Ohio
She’s a-runnin’ around with the rag-top down
She says I wanna do right but not right now
I know all about it, so you don’t have to shout it
I’m gonna straighten it out somehow
Yeah I wanna do right but not right now
Oh me oh my oh, look at Miss Ohio
She a-runnin’ around with her rag-top down
She says I wanna do right , but not right now
Oh I wanna do right but not right now | |
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Posted: 5/31/2007 8:38:50 PM | cool......I've never heard the song, but I can search for it......I want to do right, as long as it isn't too boring......you can only eat so much oatmeal until you want eggs benedict, yanno?
global village
and I was there
in front of the tv
when Robert and Martin
were shot
watching when Neil made
one giant leap for mankind
and the Berlin wall was torn down
watching musicians raise millions for famine
and when the towers burned
and the tsunami struck
knowing millions were
crying with me
I felt
the pulse of humanity
in our global village
LS 5/30/07
previously posted in first, last and Abstract Rythms........
thanks, Autumn.......... :) In Wooby's poems and quotes thread, I have a quote by Chief Logan, whose entire family was massacred by an idiot. It's one of the saddest things I've ever read.....how his chain was broken......
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Posted: 5/31/2007 8:41:45 PM | | Brizo I loved your poem "The Chain" which I read in Anything Goes - the ladies are all now on a roll!! | |
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Posted: 6/1/2007 8:31:07 PM | this is for my buddies, whom I've known since junior high when they encouraged me to become a juvenile delinquent and get kicked off the bus.....then out of school........and so it went......
Anyhow, I'm no longer allowed over on D&D night, because I have to excuse myself into the kitchen to laugh......they say I disrupt their game......
my buddies
benighted delighted in confronting verbiage
the debate continues as they inhale their herbage
the convoluted logic of the mind of a head
"when logic and proportion have fallen softly dead"
they argue while they play D & D
a cross between "Rings" and Barbies to me
but I still love my old guy friends
even if they do like to play pretend
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Posted: 6/1/2007 8:46:18 PM | one day, I was in the grocery store. In the line behind me was an elderly lady. She had cat food, and potato chips. And that was it. She paid for it in change....and I wondered, I couldn't help it.....chips and dip? It stayed with me......we treat our elderly like sh!t in this country.....how soon we forget we lived off their labor when we were small and helpless! Instead of giving them the respect they deserve, we treat them as if they're burdens to society, while we are the ones robbing our own children's social security to fuel the military industrial complex......selfish, selfish generation.....
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they are grouchy though......
cats and the elderly
to rescue me from that fate
alone and dead
from tripping over my cat
who began eating me
when her food ran out
or.....
limited income
pretending the cat food
is for my cat
but I forgot
and bought chips
with it
or...
a ferocious hermit
with forty cats
the neighbors call
the health department
horrified sanitation workers
run the newspaper lined halls
where large*c*o*c*kroaches
attach themselves.....
to rescue me from that fate
my edibility
my cat does contemplate
first, last and Autumn's
ah, f*u*c*king with eggs benedict should be a mandatory prison term.........it used to make my ex mad that I could make hollandaise and he couldn't. He'd hole up in the kitchen with his James Beard cookbook........and if I were a bigger woman, I'd have felt sorry for him......instead I enjoyed a petty victory! Yay me!
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Posted: 6/1/2007 8:56:15 PM | just a small comment here...about eggs bendict.
so, i go to my favorite diner for breakfast on last sunday. it's deader than a doornail. holiday weekend, i presume. and i sit in the section of my favorite waiter. and order eggs benedict...with extra hollandaise, of course. and, it arrives. and i have a few bites, thiking it tastes strange. and say to myself, geez, if this is what they're serving as an english muffin, it's beyond a faux pas. seriously, it tasted like shortbread, not english muffin. so, i investigate. yep, peel the egg off the base. hell! that ain't no english muffin. (it was a biscuit...go figure, i never had a biscuit like that...) so, minutes later, i complain. show the waiter, saying, "if the staff don't know, they need to be taught." all nice, like.
and, some 20 minutes later, i get my eggs benedict on an english mufffin. much better. (but, hey, it wsn't a thomas's english muffin!!!)l and what was up with those "too well-done fries?? sam sure enjoyed them.... ) | |
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Posted: 6/1/2007 9:49:35 PM | ah, f*u*c*king with eggs benedict Gosh, and usually I think *my* imagination is pretty robust. . . . Have to file that (reminds self: before or after, bathtub/jello?)
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Posted: 6/1/2007 10:10:53 PM | do you believe in biorhythm
the natural flow of a body
all faucets from
thought process, creativity
physical moods ebb and flow
emotions sometimes ripe
sometimes low
is there an ever changing network
of wires and little lights
blinking on and off
in our bodies
sometimes the mind sparkles
or at rest
reading a book and feeling like the words
you will remember always
our three forces that need to dance in harmony
sometimes clash together
a clanging bong
a tired body
that longs for nature's spa
sometimes we just think too much
when nothing at all
could be just the right mix
of herbs and spells
to push the cycles closer. | |
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Posted: 6/2/2007 7:55:23 AM | Wooby........ sorry, shouldn't have cussed. Part of it was irritation that every time I post the cat poem I have to put stars on the c*o*c*k....are we not adults here?
When it's the other way around, some of those things can make you see stars.....careful, careful, you'll put an eye out with that thing! 
Autumn, I've often wondered....it seems when folks have it all together, it's a community thing at work. Conversely, I noticed when I'm running late a large portion of the population is also. I wondered about moon rhythms and tidal pull and barometric pressure on the water in your body........
God, it's already too hot in my home, and it's only a quarter to eleven.....
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Hard Tack
chewing all night
on broken promises and dreams
trying to digest the truth
in bite size pieces
I try
not to cry
bitter repast
feed me
knowledge and experience
I turn away
from blackness
toward the light
of understanding
LS 5/28/07
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Posted: 6/2/2007 2:29:09 PM | self portrait in true light
please understand my introspection
isn't personal rejection
the urge for solitude
that excludes you
exists for my protection
years spent alone
queen of life and home
internet addict and hermit
romance a forgotten art
silent stagnant heart
ivy growing up the tower
telling myself lies
involving individual power
and compromise
human purpose/karmic will
with my self sufficient mask
the humility to crawl
and the courage to ask
treasures out of reach
but in the line of sight
I've become too heavy
with the weight
of self importance
and I'm ready to heave
pride over the side
and I need you (yes, I need you)
to deflect
my heaviness
and compliment
my cleverness
to never say
I told you so
though we both know
that I was wrong
unloveable and low
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Posted: 6/2/2007 3:20:35 PM | owe you one, brizo. but meanwhile, google Sergey Lukyanenko. read night watch (contains the 2 novels night patrol and day patrol), and really liked it. (yep, the basis for the russian movie...didn't see it.)
gotta leave the pond, just for a bit
i'll return to demonstrate my wit
right now, i've gotta get in the car and go
my friend's 4 suitors? each a no-show.
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Posted: 6/2/2007 9:58:08 PM | Whats with these no showing men?
I hear of it time and again
They come on all strong and full of it too
Actin’ like lovers in for the woo
But when the time comes to meet for a date
If they even show up they show up too late. | |
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Posted: 6/3/2007 1:21:05 AM | my niece shamed me
into leaving the house
I was being a louse
and holing up, lazy
borderline crazy
but I showered
and dressed
to impress
in my fancy new top
coronas and bebop
the family dancing
the youngster romancing
feeding the cougar lies
thought he'd try it on
for size
even offered to do
the dishes
had me in stitches
"two joints" is playing
I'm dancing along
when I discover
a boss was watching
for how long?
feeling constrained
cause he rained
on my parade
into the woodwork
I fade......
perhaps the suitors found out about each other? Though I used to date several at a time when all it was was dating.........I figured they probably were too........ | |
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Posted: 6/3/2007 6:54:27 AM | For humormonger's wayward friend
- FOUR FOR FORETHOUGHT -
Four suitors, four dates
Four males who are late
Four guys all a no-show
Four times feeling quite low
For why would she chance
Such four way romance?
Four potentials they brang her
Or maybe, just a four banger?
- Erik - | |
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Posted: 6/3/2007 7:04:33 AM | Or maybe, just a four banger?
If i was gonna go date
I'd opt for a V-8
rmmmm! rmmm! | |
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Posted: 6/3/2007 10:00:10 AM | my friend’s four dates
well, i see you’re all intrigued
so, i shall have to explain
how four dates were made,
yet none of them came
first, let me introduce my friend
a woman of heart and substance
physically, quite slim; no rear end
seeking a soulmate, true romance
she gives all comers a real chance
she looks for those who are real
she’s non-judgmental, to a fault
she’s tired of getting a raw deal
her inbox is simply overflowing
first mail marriage proposals – 29
requests to nastycam – innumerable
many guys try to hook her on their line
and, she is truly a magnet
for almost every type of guy
and they all make dates with her
then no-show, no explanation why
so, who were the men involved
who were all promising to come
and wanted desperately to meet her
but ended up all being scum
the first dude even lived nearby
and said the weekend was good
e-mailed her all week long, no word
her subtle hint, went misunderstood
next was one from ontario
offered to send a plane ticket
promising a weekend of fun, but
no, feared he couldn’t stick it
the third was from north carolina
was going to fly up here to meet
discussing travel details and plans
in the end, guess he got cold feet
the last hailed from princeton
nice and genuine, seemed very keen
willing to make the two hour drive
but, ended hiding behind his screen
last weekend we’re discussing this
presciently, we make a saturday plan
because we know, from experience
neither one of us will have a live man
give those girls a great big hand
so proficient in reading between the lines
making plans that didn’t include men
because we know how to read the signs
and, so, just what did the girls do
well, we had ourselves quite a lark
now, we’re going to get some lunch
take the dogs, and hang in the park | |
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Posted: 6/3/2007 10:20:46 AM | humor, if your female friend is that attractive, can it be the men were intimidated by her looks? Though women tend to downplay their looks, men to embellish...that is what research has found .
Speaking from experience (I had an absolutely gorgeous roomie) men would flock to her with outrageous lines and offers....the phone rang off the hook. I had to hand it to some of the men for confidence, as she was out of their league. (based strictly upon appearance - yeah, I know it's not PC but it happens) Perhaps traditionally having to be the approachers numbs them to rejection? With my fragile self esteem, it's a good thing I'm a female....I would be the sissy man crying in my hankie....
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The girls
like a tight pair on Saturday night
the girls and the buns
are dressed up just right
a cute flowing top
and a pair of black pants
black strappy sandals
with which I can dance
ready for boozy romance
LS 6/03/07 | |
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Posted: 6/3/2007 11:46:21 AM | some things I'm thinking about
the body is mostly water
which is pulled upon
by the moon and planets
our earth makes a regular cycle
which astrology tracks
knowing when you were born
is the ability to find
your place in the system
present and past
the mayan calendar
only counts to 2012
vibrations are higher frequency
which is causing distress
to the less evolved
legend has it
we will vibrate into a higher plane
the year?
2012...
could this be the rapture, prophesied?
all religions were legend once
handed down before recorded history
just my opinions in my own thread
still, the world's a wonderful mystery....
will I stop living a forward life?
absolutely not
our job, while we are in this strife
is to live, live, live
pulling out all the stops
boy, I love youguys....thought I was the only one who considered all this stuff....
well, I've procrastinated long enough
time to mow my lawn and stuff | |
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Posted: 6/3/2007 3:18:50 PM | I always liked: What if the rapture has already come, and only one monk in Tibet is missing?
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Posted: 6/3/2007 4:00:40 PM | One thing I know with certitude......I'll still be driving my car, so youguys don't need to worry about me....I'll be holding down the fort.....
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chippendale
he’ll show you his bum
for a ten dollar bill
just slip it under the band
being careful where it will land
don't think he'll show you for nil
he's not that dumb
but he is very numb
to your brand of drunken will
and he pockets his grand
a ken on a stand
exposed for your thrill
for a crumb
from the till
of your hand
LS 5/30/07 | |
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Posted: 6/3/2007 4:26:24 PM | Bumper sticker I love: Come the Rapture, Can I have your car? There's a site called Raptureready. com if you really want to get the chills. . . .
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Posted: 6/3/2007 4:48:53 PM | | I went to that site Wooby.....I prefer raptor ready LOL. | |
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Posted: 6/3/2007 5:07:10 PM | I have thought about it all my life. Thats why I went to El Salvador.
Cell division, of the earth, waves of cosmos, and Love.
It's all about daring, to accept bliss as a way of life.
Made that decision a while ago. It gets better every day since making it a way of life. | |
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Posted: 6/3/2007 9:00:43 PM | Not sure what's more scary, thinking of the political implications of armageddon or.....that they never question whether they are worthy of being examined in the light........
now to lighten the mood, this time capsule should be good for a giggle....
pink socks
I remember what I wore
(kindly remember it was
1985 and the height
of fashion)
my guess jeans
(the lucky ones)
and my pink oxford
shirt tied
pink slouch socks
with high tops
and a deep tan......
I think you were
most interested
in the deep tan
and winning me
from your shipmate
you belonged
on the front
of a greeting card
and how could I
say no?
sailor....
LS 5/28/07 | |
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