| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 3/20/2008 8:41:15 AM | Learn to plant gardens, it's a bran(brand) new day
lifting up your head to smile again
seeing the future of nature's new soil
knowing tomorrow
new blooms will bud
Season for the springtime bug | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 3/20/2008 8:46:19 AM | oops, lost a "D"... gremlins.
Season for the springtime bug
that infiltrates the heart
adding bounce to every step
sparking a new start
holding hope for shoots to burst
out of snow banked beds
wiggling the season change
wake up sleepy heads! | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 3/20/2008 9:30:55 AM | wake up sleepy heads! Spring is near
I’ve planted peppers and tomatoes,
Covers my entire window sill
Cartons of Leaf lettuce and dill
And if spring is coming late
This kitchen will look like the
Old Amazon jungle
That could be my fate
Trapped here all alone
But my macaw parrots
Will think they are at home | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 3/20/2008 11:18:19 AM |
my macaw parrots will think
they are at home
I think about them splashing wings
of tropical
chlorophyll
magical
visions, hidden shades of green
illusory images fanning pheremones
white anemones tossing them to jungle floor
to raise the spectrum up
delighting eden
natures make-up
of illusory images fanning free
touching violet sunshine streaming between the tree
of imagery
scopic wings fan out to touch what we can't see.
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 3/20/2008 11:34:59 AM | scopic wings fan out to touch what we can't see
in the graceful inner realms of the devic light fairie
memories of ancient times where mystic light revealed
the cacophony of dimensional realities unveiled
between the lines of sonic boom where yesterday’s portrayed
a thousand times where thoughts unwind and every stories played
upon the scope of universe where ebb and flow are one
the beginnings of lifes mysteries are unraveled through the sun
reflected in the tapestries that each lifetime explores
traveling the waves of love we land on many shores. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 3/20/2008 3:11:29 PM | traveling the waves of love we land on many shores.
Struggling to keep my head a little bit above water
This old inner tube is leaking, when it rains it pours
Why couldn’t I be famous like the writer Carl Sautter
Instead of going down the slippery cattle chute
Where the name of the game is slaughter | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 3/20/2008 5:50:21 PM | Where the name of the game is slaughter
Haughter
Bet your boots I'm
No hen and your my daughter
I have superiority
Authority
Seniority
Who the hell are you?
What do you do
To fix the situation
While I work my but off
Come home
Nobody did what they were told to do ... boo hooo
My Reply: "I don't do a thing
While you ding your thing
Miss little muffet
You are such a toughette
--I Think You Are Hilarious" ...
Just a vent....
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 3/20/2008 7:32:45 PM | -I Think You Are Hilarious" ...
I almost split a gut
Staggering around so hard
Almost stepped on the mutt
It,s hard to get my breath
I’m kinda' gasping for air
You should be on stage my dear
I think I will drive you there
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Posted: 3/20/2008 8:34:06 PM | ---HOT!!!!
Crossed your buns
Spread it on thick
then rub it in
up and down the back
to front
fingers kneading the flesh
seducing with your steamy breath | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 3/20/2008 8:42:44 PM | seducing with your STEAMY BREATH
bathing in vapourous armour
what is that smell? do tell
me
a bit odourous yet sensuous
like last years garden dug out of
the corner of a 'place ta plop' your
crud
but now it is so earthy and ... turned ... to micro mud
steamy and breathin
a "vapourous flood of crud'... breath on me!...LOL | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 3/20/2008 9:06:10 PM | a "vapourous flood of crud'... breath on me!...LOL
gather round & a story i'll tell
of a frog gigging expedition
that really smelled
the little green **stard
made with haste
a ugly mess of feces
on my poor unspecting face
(yes, it is a true story...d#@$ frog) | |
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Posted: 3/20/2008 9:19:21 PM | on my poor unspecting face
I feel ya juju
I've been there myself
late night, flashlight
slush'n through the mud
just to take a stick of the nasty pricks
but I must say, they do taste like chicken
Frog gig'n at its finest 
come here you fat bullshit'n frog
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Posted: 3/20/2008 9:29:11 PM | come here you fat bullshit'n frog(coming from the redneck turned city girl)
let me whack your head on the side of the boat
ah man, he's wigglin'
somebody quick! get a rope!
never heard as much laughter as that night(you'd'a saved me from them dumb ol' boys, Ham, RIGHT?)
and manners?
nary a ONE
as my face was shone in the light
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Posted: 3/20/2008 9:34:59 PM | as my face was shone in the light
there it was
fightin the good fight
blood on her an his
towels
leading to the patio
lanterns still dizzy
and paper moon getting a grip
of glue
mache torch
light
on the porch
lightin the way ... with triple a
batts. | |
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Posted: 3/20/2008 9:42:31 PM | with triple a batteries....lol
bigger than that
right by your side
my dear
going back to the country
can't wait to feast my eyes
on those bullfrog's again
fun stories will then be made into sins
of harmless play'n with the boys
what ain't women allowed to have toys?
and make the boys wish
they could give orgasms as good as this
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Posted: 3/20/2008 9:48:02 PM | they could give orgasms as good as this
fishing off the dock
as the sun drifts down
mmmmm summer bliss
wrapping my fingers around it
carefully not to disturb
the smallest to the largest
the wriggling katobe worm  | |
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Posted: 3/20/2008 9:54:19 PM | the wriggling katobe worm
sinister and innocent
all at the same time
doing the wriggle
wiggle out from all the bullfrog slime
but just with a little niggle
he'll clean up real fine...LOL | |
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Posted: 3/20/2008 10:01:50 PM | he'll clean up real fine...LOL
toss me some soap
and while I'm getting him to shine
you grab some lemon-pepper & hot sauce
cajun season, fried up hushpuppies
a bottle of strawberry wine
the rest will come together
as the three of us in style dine | |
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Posted: 3/20/2008 10:15:54 PM | the wriggling katobe worm
squims,wriggles,heated grows
fertilized as thy fingers touch
baby dill cucumber grown
garden moist velvet soft
penitrate thine earth in thrusts
copulate into seasons
under sunlights warm embrace
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Posted: 3/20/2008 10:59:44 PM | under sunlights warm embrace
Is that a chocolate mud-pac on your face
Cucumber slices hiding your eyes
And a Steak thawing between your thighs
You know I’m getting hungry
Staring at all this food
I’m going down to the diner
Before things here get lewd | |
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Posted: 3/21/2008 10:28:06 AM | Before things here get lewd
base expressing oh so crude
the primal fantasies wetly extrude
while nice ole normals try to exclude
time is ticking like any day
the sex deprived will find a way
to twist this gentle conversation
into a form of masterbation | |
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Posted: 3/21/2008 10:50:49 AM | Into a form of masterbation
a healthy, safe satisfaction!!
to satisfy ones' self
the soul benefactor
a play with words
better than slicing and dictating swords
laced with blood and doom
sorry, I can't see the light of gloom
continuing to spill out laughter
is just part of the fact
turning any words around
fit the sound to your own
Turn the events if you feel bound | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 3/21/2008 12:48:17 PM | turn the events if you feel bound
close your eyes
block out the imagery in your mind
close your mind to the sounds
the panting breath
the pounding hearts
wrestling with my puppypile of boys(my SONS)
is a beautiful form of art | |
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