| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/13/2007 8:30:05 PM | chow...lol
slows things down that usually
chop the slip off some round utensil that sticks up
way out my
noodle just had to
boodle the ka whole kit n
my way around i found
content and to my
bother you o me
shoo
o the sense go away after coming back a long o drain
sound is fecund with
what i find and somehow
mad like a hound dog I seek your scent
looknforsome1... good n | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/13/2007 8:38:50 PM | chow...LOL
what can I say
this isn't how i planned to end my day
I thought I would read for awhile
but that dang poem made me smile
can't quite figure it out
but give me time line by line
or q me in before i loose my mind
im usually quite in tune
now I'm a raving loon *LOL* | |
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 753 | |
| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/13/2007 8:41:03 PM | mad like a hound dog I seek your scent
bulge in my trousers like a pup tent
if I don't get some soon I'll probably vent
they won't say he's coming, they'll say there he went
meanwhile in the sludge up there in the sky
the monkey and bear ate apple pie
found half a worm and didnt cry
the dogs in the sea never knew why
crepiscular hordes of maggotty men
kept falling over again and again
if they stand up; I'll tell you when
so we can push them over again
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/13/2007 9:21:43 PM | so we can push them over again
i'm so slow id probably be hit by a train
so i'm gonna try this one more time
and even keep it in rhyme
i tried to delete not to repeat
the other one is still there
oh well maybe no one will care
so on I go trying another
all I can say is Oh Brother
well least im having fun
now im done | |
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 755 | |
| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/13/2007 10:22:10 PM | Now I'm done
I've had my fun
[my voices are much quieter]
another pill
and then I will
try harder to excite her
She just lies there
gaudy ribbons in her hair
presenting many chances where
I can play as I dare
wonderfully lithe
shining bright blue eyes
all I could desire
really lights my fire
OH NO Fancy That
She's puntured and went flat
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Posted: 12/14/2007 5:52:02 AM | she's puntured and went flat
like an old worn out tire
even her brain cells are fat
but it's like preaching to the chior
my sepia toned features ,scary
if you got something to say
buyers be wary
dating sales on E-bay
how I long for a ship
to relate to
Don't let it slip
that someone may like (love) you
I treat others as I treat myself
self abuse is really great
sitting on a shelf
how long before the expiration date
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/14/2007 7:55:14 AM | the expiration date
the everlasting wait
excitement of being late
uncertainty of fate
anomalies of time
effects of too much wine
listen for the chime
synchronise in mime
your battles with your weight
the balance on the slate
phoning for a date
numbers you love to hate | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/15/2007 8:00:29 AM | numbers you love to hate
numbers that give you a fright
one is the lonliest,not great
just ask the three dog night
I can handle most numbers alright
it's words that get me uptight
like hello ,goodbye,and goodnight
how ya doin? are ya doin alright?
you smile and nod
and say your'e fine
but insides like a dried up pod
you say your'e okay but your'e lyin | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/15/2007 12:04:59 PM | You say you're okay
but you're lying
your face tells the truth
-- you've been crying
I see, hear and feel
the pain in your voice
and I want to help
but don't have the choice
So I'm walking away
and you're not "okay"
but nothing I can say
would reach you today | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/15/2007 1:30:41 PM |
would reach you today
a silky sinew
of wing
would sing
a chrysalis of burgeoning is a devastate
belladonna and spring rain
the edge of a determined corpse
sea sponge
and riding storms
outside the norms
a pupae lives a concussion of other consciousness while listening to
all
but unable to move through
til the hanged man has had his life aquitted
a patience learns
a patience of love
even after the deva
state of morphing and transposed dreams
from fertile sacrifices
not apathy or victimhood
just a letting go
to the reign
a power bigger than me
besides
--i am
powerless
an attitude
and it feels o k to not know everything
my wings want to sing
aware
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/15/2007 10:21:20 PM | to sing, aware of life
and dance to its beat
arms open wide
heart embracing
dancing inside
with hope, alive
a tune no-one hears
one everyone feels
heart song from a child
enriched by life
a tapestry of tunes
discordant harmony
becomes your symphony | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/16/2007 12:20:41 AM | becomes your symphony
as a well played tympani
softly building to a thunderous roar
soon to fade and be heard no more
as life we lead in our own quiet way
in winds that bend and gently sway
forever is now
forever is today | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/16/2007 9:38:07 AM | forever is today
no that can't be true
not a street going one way
forever comes marching through
never is such a terrible word
sometimes makes a show
possible to be heard
falling like the icy snow
in all of life's happenings
one thing is for sure
never,forever today
wait and see what tomorrow brings | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/16/2007 10:16:34 AM | wait and see what tomorrow brings
i have waited
tomorrow brought the same as today
my good tomorrow s were but a handful of my millions of todays
i have given up
surprise me | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/16/2007 10:25:01 AM | surprise me
sneak up from behind and say boo!
bring me flowers for no reason
call me up out of the blue
feed me oysters out of season
surprise me
with a party
or just be you
whatever you do don't be ordinary
we all should be the surpriser,or the surprisee
sometime | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/16/2007 12:20:57 PM | sometime
today
I'll think of
you
I love you
as myself
will you pause
and feel it
smiling
go on
live your life
but know
my love goes
with you
warm
and
constant | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/16/2007 2:41:28 PM | constant
is the sound of her
voice
though she sleeps
I still hear the loving lips
of phrase that word every sweet
sound she makes.
constant
is the thought of her
love
though the times
have been back breaking
hard as stone making pyramids
from our love.
constant
is the sound of life.
children
making games from
worlds unseen, yet true
and as real as the constant
sound inside you. | |
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 768 | |
| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/16/2007 6:57:54 PM | sound inside you
inside me
that chattering of restless ghouls
fretfull bleating
offers fleeting
sustenance to other fools
for broken hearted
I once farted
in a bed so warm
she then left
as I
bereft
waited as the blow flies swarm
will she ever
[no; not ever]
venture passed this way
this I know
I don't think so
foul miasmas still hold sway
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/16/2007 7:37:12 PM | foul miasmas still hold sway
it blocks the sun
and blackens the day.
wretched war cries still ring true
the soldiers run
under skies of silk blue.
head long and fast we swing our sword
swift is the hand
from which our blood has poor'd
yet solom and bleek entwines our voice
strong our stand
for it is not I but they who have made this choice. | |
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 770 | |
| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/16/2007 7:49:11 PM | for it is not I but they who have made this choice
as I [shivering] listen to the lonely voice
as the last of my memories
[if memories they were]
proclaims the death of innocence
and daintily now swerves
into foul repugnance
with offerings of joy
a final dance of one last chance
as sacrifices toy
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Posted: 12/16/2007 8:11:10 PM | as sacrifices toy
..........................the ancient ways have risen
..............no words for the past
.........only thought that leaves me thinking.
as sacrifices toy
..............................I bleed for the love I have lost
.................yet feel the steelly blade of woe
.............carving my heart for its dinner. | |
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 772 | |
| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/16/2007 10:37:14 PM | .............carving my heart for its dinner
it thought it was on a winner
until it came to understand
[in this misbegotten land]
life and death were always mine
for I am not one of your kind
I live on bile and raw deceit
embalming sacrifices reach
enrapturing in my dark desire
eternally in napalms fire
so you fools who feed off me
welcome to black sanctuary
grasp your knife; grip your fork
fill your mouth so you can't talk
linger in my delicious taste
never let my liver waste
so soon you'll find you will be
forever in my sanctuary
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Posted: 12/16/2007 10:42:58 PM | Forever in my sanctuary
lost in your mistaken identity
gone is the heart....
wind has taken up
life left you broken
mind is unspoken
memory is simply
a lost token
I blindly fly in your space
no one sees your face
elusive
in flight
you cannot see
heart that lives
in me!
Know that when you do.........
remember
It will be
another December! | |
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 774 | |
| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/16/2007 10:46:54 PM | another December
long will I remember
that welcome "good morning"
uttered without warning
offering something
forbidding everything
yet forever welcoming
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 12/16/2007 10:56:43 PM | yet forever welcoming
her arms collapsed around me
holding my breath I waited
for the sea of kisses to hinder my words
and pull me back to the reason I loved her. | |
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