| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/20/2008 8:38:10 AM | on that note...I think I will
linger
listen
adapt
prolong
commiserrate
hope
endeavor
postulate
wonder
learn
Let myself out into the world | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/20/2008 1:33:05 PM | Let myself out into the world. Feel the wind
find my ends and roll with the breeze.
Curled tassles together again. Fresh and bouncy to see me through
in the wend. Of this beautiful day.
I just have to say. Want to swing
loose yet be held
as I do. Don't want to fall
out of the hold
while I do. This shimmy and shakin. This Beautiful Bold
Day. Red grapefruit slice
juicy side out. Porcelain in
white, filament clouds.
Succulent firm nuggets
tightly nestled for my pleasure. Fruit day
is here. No spoons needed...
au naturel. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/20/2008 1:33:39 PM | Let myself out into the world. Feel the wind
find my ends and roll with the breeze.
Curled tassles together again. Fresh and bouncy to see me through
in the wend. Of this beautiful day.
I just have to say. Want to swing
loose yet be held
as I do. Don't want to fall
out of the hold
while I do. This shimmy and shakin. This Beautiful Bold
Day. Red grapefruit slice
juicy side out. Porcelain in
white, filament clouds.
Succulent firm nuggets
tightly nestled for my pleasure. Fruit day
is here. No spoons needed...
au naturale. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/20/2008 7:26:00 PM | au naturel
together we curl
as spoon we mold into each other
no space between
from a distance seen
as one
beneath the soft cover
til puppy licks
in the ears do stick
and we rise with a yelping howl
saliva dripping from chin and ears
and a drooly bit hanging from jowl
romance then dead
we roll over in bed
and snuggle down under the cover
protected from tongue lashing
slumber soon found
hoping at least one wont smother
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 980 | |
| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/21/2008 6:16:03 PM | hoping at least one wont smother
another with affection thick
but covering our bases well
with words lying justly slick
that wait
trembling
nervous rabbit in the moon
hungering
for cuddles
knows we'll greet him soon
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/21/2008 6:51:04 PM | knows we'll greet him soon
look forward to a new moon spoon
some forking will come in real handy
in the garden would be really dandy
or under a watershed tree
with you there right beside me
while fishes and ducks are forgotten
and evil fish scales smelling rotten
and willow strips bound in a hoop
and long handled spades used as scoop
and walks along crusty dry crud
and the day that you fell in the mud
and washing of feet in the bath
and the others times in there we laughed
when candlelit magic was rife
and bubbles had softened all strife
yes spooning would do very well
tho distant I guess time will tell
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 982 | |
| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/21/2008 6:58:09 PM | tho distant I guess time will tell
about the fish and their smell
that lingers long into the night
unsatisfied and undelighted
longing once more to be free
offering such ecstasy
into the morticians nose
as he dreams in quiet repose
of putrid corpses laid to rest
ah those days; he loves them best
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Posted: 1/21/2008 7:24:11 PM | ah those days; he loves them best
especially when he's put to the test
slipping fast along the edge
seek the holes and be the wedge
lean to left with all strength ebbed
watch the right fly by the bed
fight to hold that line so fine
feel dynamics refresh the mind. | |
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 984 | |
| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/21/2008 8:01:30 PM | feel dynamics refresh the mind
as the sword leaves havoc behind
shoulder wielded levered strength
sorry victim feels the length
to lowest wound the blood will flow
until there is no more to go
vulture feeds in excitement
from dead flesh meat is rent
then hovers over lonely tent
squirting out the excrement
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Posted: 1/21/2008 8:37:36 PM | oh geeze P! lol
squirting out the excrement
from tubes of amber green
shit in a biscuit your only fare
its really quite obscene
but if its your fave I'll save you some
and spread it on nice and thick
but careful not to step in it
its really rather slick!
(kathumpa!) | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/21/2008 9:24:26 PM |  Its really rather slick!
Perfectly sick!
NO one cares to read it!
No shit cares to see it!
Another day...on Baker St.
Life is just this way...it reeks!
Git chur kicks another way!
Life just makes it ....just this way!
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Posted: 1/21/2008 10:38:11 PM | Life just makes it... just this way.
It heaves, rages and roars.
Pale relflections are Mens souls and lives.
Imitation and still beauty.
Echos in the ether.
Life JUST makes it... just this way.
Man's best effort, toiled in vain. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/22/2008 12:39:00 AM | Man's best effort, toiled in vain
Come on Sam..JUST play it again...... [whats with the JUST thing?]
Play the tune that breaks my heart
The one that sounds like a sparrows fart
Play the song that wounds the dove
Thump those keys and stomp out love
Then send your kronies in to play
Hopefully it'll make your day...
But when night falls the stars come out
And silence draped they drown the shout
No song is heard, no lovers mourn
Each blessed night a new days born
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Posted: 1/22/2008 1:18:27 AM | Each blessed night a new days born
Upon the keyboard played life sworn
Dance in freedom to heart desire felt
Uninhibited to freedom desire melt.
'If She can handle it, so can I! Play it!'
Sam unwillingly obliges at keyboard
Plays a sympathy to Rick's dischord
Never heard 'Sam play it again'
Thoughts of' Elsa' no refrain.
'Cafe Americain' thoughts cherish mine
Patrons enjoying companionship fine
Humour subtle at human paradox
Authority failed upon watched clocks.
'Play it!'
Each blessed night a new day is born. | |
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Posted: 1/22/2008 6:04:52 AM | Each blessed night a new day is born.
Hmmmm, the stinch of rott'n flesh, this morn
spooned together in a virtual sense
who would've guessed, it was a test
stepped back from the edge
a new day had come
blood racing through my veins
of some other squirtting game
in passionate ways
not obscene this day
I get my kicks this way
with little effort
the imitation of just a true man
see how the others try
helping you strenthen your wings
so you can soar high
the song sounds so sweet
I did play it again and again
time will tell of all that's within...... | |
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Posted: 1/22/2008 6:43:16 AM | time will tell of all that's withen
what is time to mere mortal men
a moment full of sin
a dark passage to ones own end
let your light shine as this poem begins
thrown in the open
for all to devour in
can time stand still
capture a moment
remember how it feels
that your hoping
someone is out there
looking for the same
undone from where
released from their pain
step out into the rain
away from the shelter
towards a new day
look for the time
before mine slips away | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/22/2008 2:46:27 PM | before mine slips away
some say play should be for days
others believe in frolicing nights
hot delights in the out of sight flight
where with all in a driving last call
stalled just before that opening line
refinded in the back of thought patterns
brought to a stop within four four time
she was standing at the end of the bar
not too far from where I once was drinking
blinking in the fuzzy logic of brain
refrain was the best form of my thinking
like a wild orchid opening to the moon
a swoon would have to easily pass
as a light startled me back into the room
a voice said "want another glass?" | |
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Posted: 1/22/2008 4:59:45 PM | A voice said "want another glass?"
shattering the melancholic solitude
and bringing me back into the here and now.
He was an average looking guy
five ten or so
gravity had started to show
but what the hey...
me too.
had most of his hair...without a comb over
and his smile revealed teeth...
white and uneven...his own
halleluliah!!
What struck me tho'
was the intense blue of his eyes
so much so that my first words were
"are those contacts?"
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Posted: 1/22/2008 5:35:49 PM | "are those contacts?"
or are you eyes truely
the color of heaven?
and is your hair, so unruly,
a wig? I can hardly define
how something so ungainly,
could be so beautifuly,
unexpectedly,
divine. | |
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Posted: 1/22/2008 6:04:03 PM | unexpectedly divine
love comes in strange shaped packages
like bubbles that rise and fall
then rise again
some lasting more than others
but each with their own merry magic
and none that last for long
love comes in the dip of the bubble wand
and a smokey inhaled new breath
moon bubbles?
no troubles
and the magic lives on
strange packages?
nodding
oh yes | |
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Posted: 1/22/2008 7:40:00 PM | Oh yes
I love those things too
...really??
no I was thinking more of chocolate mousse...
well the nuts get in your teeth with Cadburys...
well no I don't mind the mess
what???
well I find Tide is the best
especially if you pretreat the stain
errrrr no not usually...
I mean an audience can be quite
offputting
head??bed??
oh you don't have a head board on your bed
sorry ....my mind was elsewhere
ummmm
hang on .....
call waiting...
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fook what a wierdo | |
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 998 | |
| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/22/2008 8:38:14 PM | fook what a weirdo
she whined through ugly hairdo
gasping into her cigarette
booze must not have struck yet
for she stood in splendour there
grasping hard onto a chair
until she wheezed and moved away
and finally began to sway
yodelled deeply on the floor
staggered up to order more
finally after one more glass
fell kathumpa on her ass
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Posted: 1/23/2008 5:33:22 AM | Fell kathumpa on her ass
I wanted to leave her be........for a second
I remin myself of her decadence
caused by her obession of liquid cheer
swooping her up quickly out the door
home she is swoon
tucked in bed
say'n "oh, the room!"
spinning round
up chucked was the sound
"Wow, better now....... | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/23/2008 7:33:14 AM | better now... better now than later
better now than last week
better now than tomorrow
better now that you smile
better now that I love you
better now and now and now | |
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