| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/3/2008 4:06:35 AM | Ya know us guys like it rough and tuff
but we're always ready to call your bluff
we tease with everything very gentle
knowing it's likely to send ya mental
do you think we'd break -
hey, stay awake
Mr Ruff and Tuff
do your stuff | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/3/2008 4:14:46 AM | Mr Ruff and Tuff, do your stuff
Ya'all did call my lame bluff
Would be grand if we got together
and just hung around in the buff
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/3/2008 4:19:54 AM | and just hang around in the buff
I really can't get enough
I come across as a powder puff
but in reality I luff to muff | |
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Posted: 4/3/2008 1:09:42 PM | but in reality I luff to muff
Are ya' Ready for :
"MUFF THE TRAGIC DRAGON"
by Yarrow and Shrooms
Muff the Tragic Dragon lived by the sea
Frog licked in a rented aluminum boat,
over the side, she could pee, with no one
the wiser, in a land called Kank-Kee-kee
Little Jack the Ripper, loved that rascool Muff
and brought her Handcuffs, n’ ropes, n’ strings,
And Duct Tape, n’ strange stuff, he wasn’t into fluff.
In fact he went back to the boat to get more stuff,
sealing wax for her jelly jars and other fancy stuff.
But Muff said, No, No, No, that’s more than enough.
All Jack wanted to do all night long was stay perched,
and be duck taped on Muff’s Gigantic tail.
Well yeah, she was a few pounds over.
Anyway, the next day, she hobbled down Cherry Lane
And was met by the Head Cherry Counter and Union
Steward of the Honalee Cherry Pickers Union.
Telling him she lost her cherry fell on deaf ears, Him
telling her to search around where she see saw it last.
So she went down to the docks as the pirate ship was in,
To admire the swarthy pirate men who were tying up.
For a few Ducats
she would dance for the sex starved men.
For a few more Ducats and a bottle of rum,
She would let the men tie her up to the main mast,
thus she becoming the first pole dancer, yes the first,
in navel history to be merrily sang about in song.
One grey night it happened Jack came no more, cause
Jack was spent and Muff was really bent out of shape.
Cause by now, since she knew all the pirates on a
first name basis, she had no shame.
she was used to a whole lot more,
To be continued | |
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Posted: 4/3/2008 1:19:21 PM | She was used to a whole lot more
But would take what she could get
More or less it meant little or nothing
Sometimes nothing was more than it seemed
And sometimes more was less than it was worth
If the giving was intended only to take
Taking what's given might have been a mistake
Burdened by burdens she's not wont to carry
You would blame her not if she's not wont to tarry
In the end all ends as it begins to begin
Despite what is given or taken for fact
She was used to a whole lot more
But would take what she could get
If in the spirit of giving what was given was true | |
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Posted: 4/3/2008 2:18:13 PM | If in the spirit of giving what was given was true
The moon would discern much more than much adieu
In keeping the safe of Sherlockes secret methods
Deployed and become a hub of activity between the what not through
The ages that gasp at fallout and eclipsed redundant mire
That sits atop the fool and bounces on the squire
Pages would know their place and the cracks would all be filled
But asking every Doctor in the house
Won't stop the blood from bein spilled
So true giving is a mainstream idea
That's floated round so long
The mean time hasn't caught up with it yet
Seems it waxed and fell through the thong
But the spirit is a feisty one and likes to play some games
Among the balderdash of hemisperes and gravitates to tong(ue)... 
So next time your out gathering some simple food for thought
Look around the your ends of ends and see what it has brought
May be the time is ripe with fruition
Waxing way to long
The candles burnt at both ends and
Your feelings are stuffed in the bong
with the shake and bake and make and take and you haven't had time to play
I wonder if that's all that's needed is change
--Of autumn hay
To tumble and to roll and sing us through another day
Swingin from the rafters
Remembering the good times
Before the imminent drafters...
So truth be told I' m not so bold but like the time to unwind
All the crappola that ensues with the worldly things of the mind
Here I sit and write without a wit and that just suits me fine
Maybe I can play again when I have myself more time | |
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Posted: 4/4/2008 5:08:07 AM | Maybe I can play again
when I have myself more time
maybe I can stay again
when I've found another rhyme
maybe someone will like my stuff
and drop a line or two
about preferring to be in the buff
maybe my eye's on you | |
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Posted: 4/4/2008 11:23:38 AM | Maybe my eye's on you
Or perhaps lingering elsewhere
No matter the matter if what we see
Is what lies before us open to all
Closed to naught but a doubt
Lingering in the eye of another
Looking elsewhere instead of at you
What to do what to say what to hear
Any and all from the ones we hold dear
Maybe my eye's on you
Or perhaps lingering elsewhere
It matters not as little else matters
Since I'm spending my time with you | |
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Posted: 4/4/2008 1:44:45 PM | Since I'm spending my time with you
let's try something new
until we can break that glue
maybe we should screw
a picture on the wall
we can do it in the hall
to cover up that scrawl
it looks big but's small
just like some other things
waiting in the wings
constantly practicing
for a time to bring
passion back into our life
to undo this temporal strife
the pressure of husband wife
slashing you like a knife | |
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Posted: 4/4/2008 3:56:47 PM | slashing you like a knife
"The draining of me"
through open wound
lava colored life
filled with strife
I'm taking your knife away, babe
No more play for you today
I will maintain
My own control
You are not in power anymore. | |
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Posted: 4/4/2008 4:05:17 PM | You are not in power anymore.
What a fool I was
Allowing it to go on
I didn't realize I had a choice
To stay & allow you to cause
me pain
unyielding & no peace
instead I chose to let go completely
although not for you
but me
(i know i know....first a song, now a ten liner ) | |
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Posted: 4/4/2008 4:16:54 PM | You are not in power anymore
and it is not my time to let you
loss of self is not a gift
and it’s control that is the issue here
not the desire to hold closely tight
it is the finer details of ruthless blight
when someone wants to hold
you near with no thought of your next breath
it is not love that brought you there
but my love you choke to death
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But me
I am a complex thing
although wise in my simplicity
gained from such well earned pain
and insanely gentle reasoning
just give me space to wander
let me fly and feel my dreams
let me play with the all the
other children in this beautiful kingdom
as I continue my solitary search
in this place we call heaven
right here on earth
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Posted: 4/4/2008 4:20:55 PM | although not for you, but me
but my love you choke to death
Be your own best friend
that's what Vicky said that day
more than thirty years ago
A lot of life has happened since then
look at me now
I am what I didn't understand then
Stabilized alone---- not lonely.
(Hi Ladies) 
(Aloha Tropical. Thanks hon, good to be here and great to see you as always)
Great writes tonight ... Feeling the spirit move .... | |
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Posted: 4/4/2008 4:27:46 PM | Hi Miss A!! So lovely to see you here my friend...
and Miss J I have read your writings around the pond and have enjoyed them immensely!
peace and blessing to you ~
Aloha,
Tropical | |
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Posted: 4/4/2008 4:50:23 PM | Peace and blessings to you~
May it be the first spark
of a raging fire of kindness
for our fellow man
When you can .... lend him a hand
Maybe he will pay it forward.
Never know what words can start ...
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Posted: 4/4/2008 7:49:33 PM | Never know what words can start
Yet be assured of what actions might finish
So often when speaking of matters of the heart
The act of such serves only to diminish
What was had what could be
Had we the foresight to truly see
Where we've been or where we're going
Never truly ever knowing
What words can start
When speaking of something
As simple as matters of the heart | |
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Posted: 4/4/2008 8:16:15 PM | When speaking of something
As simple as matters of the heart
It's so very hard to start
After all the mutations and fallen apart
It's supposedly all for the sake of art
But I want to know have you sold anyone
A piece of the heart ?
That broke into the wind and diluted
Within clouds?
I haven't yet
A woman asks me today
What is it that I want to say
To the world before I leave
What mark do you want to draw
Or make
What are your plans?
Well for starters, give me a break
For god sake
Then when I come up out o the drown ing stage I might want to be a fish....LoL
It's then that I realized,
To some I'm a common bum
I don't make too many plans anymore
Just the way I was made and should have known
Along time ago
So to say simple words
Which speak from the heart
Even if it is diluted in the clouds above
Broken and bereaved
I understand something such as the valuable time
One can give to another
Just to hear the words they utter
With perseverence to overcome such twists of fate
I am still learning how great
Obstacles have turned regular folk
Into pinnacles and beacons
In this world
There are but few
But precious and true.... | |
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Posted: 4/4/2008 8:59:26 PM | I shall know what was best
Don't fret
Or read between lines
I am all fine
and This is just mine
Way to unwind
So when the day is through
I'm sure we all go to
A place where we can freely flow
and that's all
I can do
Is to get through
here my dear
sometimes my arts crappy
but I feel pretty happy...
so that's a good thing...
just lookin for the flow
the flow... | |
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Posted: 4/5/2008 1:05:50 AM | Just lookin for the flow
the flow.....
Out my brain
Into the pen
But off the page....
there it goes again
trapesing across the carpet
getting comfy on the couch
leaving me sitting here
with thoughts unjustified
heart without words to hide
behind
I fall
So I sit and watch you all
flow with my flow's kin
Why's my flow so lazy today?
I guess everyone has their days
I'm thankful that our days are different....
or else, the flows might have a big sleepover...
and then our flaws would have no release
and our thoughts, on paper, would cease... | |
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Posted: 4/5/2008 3:53:28 AM | and our thoughts, on paper, would cease...
if the suffering no longer existed
but our words come from pain
so deep they slice the soul | |
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Posted: 4/5/2008 4:24:01 AM | our thoughts, on paper, would cease
but there they are everywhere else
what a picture
lounging in my recliner
draped over door frames
going through my cupboards
raiding the fridge
tying up the phone for hours
and then they have the utter cheek
to poke out their tongues at me
they leave the wire door swinging
off to greener places | |
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Posted: 4/5/2008 6:07:10 AM | off to greener places
with smiling little faces
no disgraces despite what's done
its all smoothed over with more fun
sharing toys and games for all
big and dumb or smart and small
change the state or size if you can
it will come round soon to all of man
woman too if you want to pick
the nits will itch and guns are sticks
stones can slide on ice you know
or at a target you can throw
like a girl or boy with open mind
its a lot more fun you will find
when no colour shape or belief
makes the story way too brief
the kid will just play along at will
when its fair and you share the ill
with a laugh and then some lunch
chocolate milk for the whole bunch
except those allergic few
who share their pop with me and you. | |
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Posted: 4/5/2008 12:47:42 PM | Except those allergic few
who share their "pop" with me and you
Or would they share their "soda" if they're from other lands?
Where you are from, do they shake hands?
Is the meeting of eyes a sign of honesty or confrontation?
Funny, isn't it, how interpretation changes from nation to nation..
Do you park your Cah or your car in a field or in the street?
Do you throw up your hand when it is in passing that we meet?
When you see the bottoms of my shoes, will you be insulted or ask me to take them off?
If I kissed your cheek upon parting, would you be turned on or would you scoff?
If I held the door for you, would you say "thank you" or walk on by?
Do you find it appropriate to smile, when someone else has died?
When an infant is brought into this world, do you smile or weep and wail?
Upon dying does one begin another path of enlightenment, or do the sinners go straight to hell?
So many different people....so much to learn upon different meetings
Inside us all....regardless of origin....there's a heart that's steadily beating. | |
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Posted: 4/5/2008 8:42:09 PM | Inside us all....regardless of origin....
there's a heart that's steadily beating
a hand reaching for companionship
eyes silently entreating
a mouth that's made for a smile
voice longing to say hello
legs that will always run to love
two arms that will never let go
you walk surrounded by loneliness
it makes me sad just to look
I want to rewrite your story
and change the end of the book | |
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Posted: 4/5/2008 10:08:43 PM | (Nice connections Ash - a lot to think about)
Change the end of the book?
What would become of the story
each chapter supporting the next
each line arising from the last.
After reading every word
knowing every event
where each character went
it would be absurd
to change the past | |
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