| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/15/2008 9:29:34 PM | that this one flys
into the open
between hearts
souls flow
easily
into a family of love
peace finding me in sierra foothills
chasms wide, honeycombs
under mountains beautiful
shiny, panning
gold
not metal
but precious ones
lives interwoven
with humor...
love
reaching out
holding the hand of
a friend | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/15/2008 9:43:44 PM | holding the hand of a friend
without a care in the world but the weather or
the way the feather has
landed on the grass beside the sidewalk in front of the house
or
the way the kitchen quiets when the candle is lit
and the cat is curled up on her blanket again
has tucked herself away
from it all
then the pens
and paints and paper and photos and letters and notes and noise
all seem to call for the few hours i have
and then
i make a path
and the path pullls me
back to my friends hands... | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/15/2008 10:29:23 PM | back to my friends hands...
Watching those gnarly hands deftly
pull a cork out of a bottle of champagne
as gently as he picked the grapes | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/15/2008 10:49:38 PM | as gently as he picked the grapes
feeding them all to his lover agape
turning to watch as the sheriff came round
calling for backout w/o even a sound
for what am i taken
he cried in disbelief
for picking fruit from the vine
you shiftless thief | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/16/2008 4:07:15 AM | You shiftless thief
who were you try'n to feed?
Not a soul
This is the belief
Stealing Eve's virginity....lol
Ya, know where this is going?
Hmmmmmmmm
I step out of line to take a bite
no need to put up a fight
you'll give in to the sin of sex
whether its in talk or walk'n the walk
its a need of living life
and it makes ya feel not so uptight!!!
A stiff hard one, no, not a corpse
will get the juice's flow'n
Open'n your soul to a better well be'n...
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/16/2008 7:51:14 AM | Open'n your soul to a better Well be'n
Gotta rock n gotta roll
Take my time
Learn
New goal
Shoot n score
Look for coach
On couch with snore
Fired up and down for more
Elect anew
While slippers shoe
Slips rabbit through
To restaurant of herbal fare
Creatures all
Will be nibbling there
Coach wakes up
Slipped on peel
Wonders where
He lost appeal
Ears become
Floppy grey
Feels for tail
Starts to find lucky
Charm paw and bun bun puffy
Ball from sack
Wakes up slow
But it all comes back
Hops along the trail of
Winners
Slips through hole
And nuzzles dinners
Guests all there
Nibbling fare
Party started
At Winnies the Pooh Bear | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/16/2008 8:13:04 AM | At Winnies the Pooh Bear rolling round on the ground
laughing your ass off with pants slidding down
the crowd is now gathering with wonder and concern
will this effect our digestion or how much we earn
So back to their tables with spoons still in hand
they call for a waitress but just get a man
asking for water to throw on the clown
the waiter gets mad but his face is still brown
Its part of the show he shouts at the fools
getting huffy and puffy and loosing some drool
storming off to the kitchen for some quick relief
now that girl on the ground is down to her briefs. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/16/2008 8:14:51 AM | At Winnies the Pooh Bear
I never really go there
just sit at home alone
to drink my cold beer
in my favorite chair
now that girl on the ground
is down to her briefs.
protect her from thiefs
Time to call the Panty Police
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/16/2008 7:02:25 PM | Time to call the Panty Police
Before those briefs come down
Gee-string them along
Avoid making bloomers
Y-front them with concerns
Reassure them about boxers
And if all else fails
Claim you are not crutchless
Just briefly challenged | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/16/2008 10:21:40 PM | Just briefly challenged
Looking outside the box
Is there more room out
or in the circle of stones?
Gypsy soul never to cease
laughter, love...peace
vibrant laughter
er' after | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/16/2008 10:32:07 PM | vibrant laughter er' after
that's how i wanna live my life
no more drama or disaster
don't want to live in strife
it has taken me so very long,
for my eyes to truly see
if i want to be happy
it's totally up to me | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/16/2008 10:49:55 PM | It's totally up to me
I was thinking that way you see
Then the inputs started flooding in
From my sister and brother
Even e-mail from your mother
Then there’s the neighbors over there
Worried about the height of my grass
As if I didn’t care
Yup, it’s totally up to me...to be aware. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/16/2008 10:50:25 PM | it's totally up to me
never about thee
to bring happiness to my heart
true to self, i won't depart
beautifullly so the night air
as i stop without a care
Reaching for a falling star
maybe i should've waited in the car
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/17/2008 11:13:12 AM | Maybe I should've waited in the car
Maybe I just got what I deserve
Trying my best to rip him a new one
Acting out like a spoiled movie star
Made sure everyone noticed, near and far
Wonder now if it will leave a real scar
Maybe I should've waited in the car
Maybe I shouldn’t go back in the bar
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/17/2008 11:29:31 AM | Maybe I shouldn't go back in the bar
'cause I totally showed my as s
literally speaking of course
bare butt and all
it started a big brawl
I didn't mean to, it just happened
a dare of sorts
from some guy that was a flirt
my man stood by and spanked one side
while throwing me over his shoulder
I'm certian there is a scar
bet your bottom dollar
I will set foot, butt first into that bar
To hell with stay'n in the car.....lol
Next time I'll make sure I have a jar for the dollars!!
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/17/2008 12:26:20 PM | now that girl on the ground is down to her briefs
think that boy needs some relief
then over the hill comes mom and the chief
making this time turn into grief
Next time I'll make sure I have a jar for the dollars!
Somebody yells from back in the hollar
we got the leash did you remember the collar
she needs some dicipline to keep her from squaller | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/17/2008 1:29:57 PM | She needs some dicipline to keep her from squaller
Lived in a small log cabin way back up the “Hollar”
She got lots of spirit and got a whole lots of sassy
Spits as good as a man with a jaw full of "tow-backy"
Hey Thorb, Check above, I had a run in with that girl, more
on the ground, who was down to her last pair of briefs in 1984
The big year of panty raids, I remember it well...
Got the big picture book to prove it so I can tell. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/17/2008 1:48:24 PM | Got the big picture book to prove it so I can tell
the northern bird from the southern belle
i feed them all outside from my deck
when they get close I call eye-guy to do the check
before ten minutes have passed we'll know
which ones he'll enter in the show
at the country fair this coming fall
I will be ready with my whistling pig ... 'Oleo'  
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/17/2008 2:10:52 PM | I will be ready with my whistling pig ... 'Oleo"
off the fair we go
little piggies painted purple
long hair up in cornrows
barefoot in overalls
carrying my pail
looking behind me
as
Oleo leaving a trail
coming home tired & sweet
with Oleo's purple feet
( yes mam, I blew the roof off the 8 line rule) | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/17/2008 2:12:20 PM | I will be ready with my whistling pig ... 'Oleo'
Wasn’t that critter of yourn’ in a picture show?
I got a Macaw Parrot that will sing you to sleep
My other Macaw debates “String Theory”
And that, well, gets pretty deep
with Oleo's purple feet
My lord, send em to the car wash
They charge by the pound
Suds him or her all around
Finish em off with hot wax
Got the Slickest pig in town
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/17/2008 6:52:35 PM | Got the Slickest pig in town
his spelling is of great renown
I took him to the county fair
and he impressed the judges there
and so he lives in country peace
among the sheep, the cows and geese | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/17/2008 7:16:23 PM | Among the sheep, the cows, the geese
Concocts the most delightful feast
Of dandelion and sunshine tea
Daisies chains and being free
Yet down the road not far away
Pigs are nibbling on the hay
It seems a truck spilled out the sows
No more for slaughter they join the cows. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/17/2008 7:28:50 PM | it seems
a truck spilled out the sows
No more for slaughter they join the cows
that all lay down
together
cows first then all the other farm
animals
before it rained
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/17/2008 7:56:29 PM | before it rained
we were on the bus
heading home from school
talking to my little sis
look out the window!
birds, and squirrels and...
COWS!!!!
hitting the floor as the bus driver narrowly missed
cow truck flipped
cows running loose on the roads!
on the lake!
cows gone wild!
come on, child. i'll protect you from those that are bovine. | |
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| First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 4/17/2008 8:35:44 PM | those that are bovine
strike me as mean and lean
and incorrigably obscene
sometime ago
not long
before you protected me
all of this was a
bad scene
so thank you for looking out for me
for what could have been | |
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