| Huh?
Posted: 9/10/2008 2:45:59 PM | heey...riverman...been meanin' to stop by here for some time now...left this on another thread....but this is the unedited version....figured it kinda fit with your name and all...'cept we were at a pond...but anywhooo...i enjoy your spirit...(just wanted to say)
ventured out to the pond today
with all intentions of fishin'
but the rains started and didn't stop
despite all of my wishin'
so my friend and I removed our shoes
and told the kids to jump back outta the jeep
muddy and wet...without a worry or fret
to child-like carelessness we took a peep
the children giggled and screamed with laughter
the cold rain...it felt so good
and the children were glad that mom forgot laundry
and encouraged them to be muddy, just cause they could
as we wondered back in, messy with grins
and exhausted with all of our playin'
she and I had both forgotten our worries
and all the other things we were sayin' | |
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| Huh?
Posted: 9/10/2008 6:14:18 PM | That poem makes me smile big Ash...Best things in life are free...eh...Happy Trails Babes....Thanks!!!!
I got a short...My responce to a stranger whose whole life was devasted.
Shocked (the brain)
Shot (the heart)
Gone (forever)
Ripped out (the insides)
Sinking in (quicksand)
Cry (why?) | |
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| House Fly
Posted: 9/12/2008 4:24:40 AM | ..............House Fly...............
what is the purpose of a house fly?
they don't seem to hang around the garbage much
unlike the bottle fly that likes manure and dead things
they do land on our food sometimes
and they seem to favor the egg yolk
left on the plate sitting on the counter
after breakfast
they hang around the windows alot
but even with those great big eyes
they can't see the pane
as they are constantly banging their heads against it
maybe they just have a small brain
I can imagine
with that small head
I wonder if they feel pain?
most of the time they sit on the ceiling
something for us to watch while we are daydreaming
often they sit there upside down for hours
and just how do they do that?
they don't seem to have any feet
at least not that I can see
heck I have big hands but I can't hang from the ceiling
their legs are rather thin and don't have barbs
to poke in the wall for an anchor
so how do they do it?
that's what I like about flies
they distract us from our wasted thoughts
and leave us pondering their mystery
where do they come from?
I keep the house somewhat clean
and have never noticed any fly eggs anywhere
they can't fit through the screens on the windows
so I can only assume they come in through the door
but if that is the case, how is it that I came home tonight
and there were six flies in the house
I only opened the door twice
once when I left for work
and once when I got home
do they sit and wait on the porch
and how would they know my schedule?
just another mystery that I ponder sometimes
now they seem like a friendly sort
heck you find them in every room
and they must enjoy my company
often they land on my leg
or my arm
they're not mean and they don't bite
unlike their cousin the sand fly
most of the time they just sit and lick their legs
over and over again
more than a cat
have you ever wondered
what is the purpose of a house fly?
well I have
and I think I know the answer
I think their purpose is to amuse us
and to test our reflexes
and give us a sense of accomplishment
that is the real purpose of the house fly
SWAT!!! | |
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| House Fly
Posted: 9/12/2008 12:21:14 PM | Hi Riv - brilliant write  i agree with your conclusion-flies were made for us to swat tranquilrose | |
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| Short Poem ( I Guess}
Posted: 9/12/2008 1:30:33 PM | Just something I wrote some time ago. It's very short and simple, a play on words.
Feelings create emotions
Rhythm starts rhyme
Energy creates motion
Life starts time
Water stops fire
Happiness ends strife
Peace stops war
Death ends life | |
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| Short Poem ( I Guess}
Posted: 9/13/2008 2:40:24 PM | | Neverwhatever. Thanks for dropping poem off...Very clever...Good stuff... | |
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| Pushin' Beef
Posted: 9/13/2008 2:47:46 PM | ...Pushin' Beef...
from the kill room
hanging from hooks
two halves of a cow
through the swinging
stainless steel doors
into the chill room
naked of leather
drained of blood
removed of feet
neck and head
legs and innards
dead
lifes vapors steaming
in the cold chill
line them up
spoon them
together
hit em high
or they'll swing
and push down the line
twelve hundred pounds
of beef and bone
slivers of greasy skin
slap at your head
blood soaked gloves
and skin sweating
under the white frocks
three guys
one thousand head
a day
seven in the morn
one hour in
nine hours to go | |
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| Hoodlum
Posted: 9/13/2008 3:08:10 PM | Hoodlum
moonshine drinker
Abraham beard
friend of nature
polk plant eater
weedy ditch sleeper
long ratty hair
robins nest
softly lined
bums spirit
*brought it home from Tranquils thread. | |
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| Hoodlum
Posted: 9/13/2008 6:58:35 PM | Wrestle me up one of them there steers
I've got my knife and fork ready
Hope they were cornfed, like me.....lol
The more fat left on, the better, please!
My goodness, River, I can see the shiver in you
there at work!!!
hugs and kisses | |
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| Hoodlum
Posted: 9/13/2008 9:19:09 PM | row, row, row my boat
strenuously upstream
hairliy,
...bareily,
......merrily,
.........wearily
life is
but a
game
??? | |
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| row row rosie!!
Posted: 9/14/2008 7:53:31 PM | hey riv...
took this a step further
on longte's thread! | |
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| row row rosie!!
Posted: 9/15/2008 3:24:09 AM | Mornin,
Hammy...And how would you like your meat... medium or pink?  . Yeah, that job was a turning point in my life...
Rosie...I get ya know...Heres a good game...connect the dots...haha...
Thanks for stoppin by.... | |
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| Post Office
Posted: 9/15/2008 3:47:23 AM | ...Post Office...
Back in seventy two
got home from the army
with an attitude
got a job at the post office
my dad was so proud
said 'stay their son
it's a good job'
well I was tired of not
callin the shots
and there were many new drugs
along with the pot
like qualuudes
and reds
and girls shacking up
you know
free love kind of thing
and I'm goin to settle
down?
man this job is boring
shufflin mail into some box
got through it by
smoking joints on the docks
well...
one night I drank
some tequila
me and a friend
at his apartment
got in my car
don't know how I did
and drove to work
at midnight
two hours late
I was in a blackout
and a boss came
up to me
and told me to leave
I punched him in the jaw
and then proceeded
to the main floor
stood up on a sortin
box and delivered
a sermon
another boss came up
tried to pull me down
so I smacked him
and then ran around
up the stairs to the
registered mail cage
where my girlfriend
worked
ignoring the sign
that said
'no admittance'
she unlocked the cage
and let me in
I started lovin on her
without even thinkin
another boss came
cold****d him too
and then
Big Jack came up
six foot eight
union rep
and a nice guy at that
had to jump to hit him
well...
somehow I got out of there
don't know how
but I did
drove back to my buddies
and woke up the next day
sittin up on the couch
with a burned out joint
stuck to my lips
he said 'where did you go last night'
and I said huh
what do you mean?
well...
I went back
to my crib
and the phone was ringing
answered it
and she was a screaming
what the hell
you aren't in jail
I said no why
what did I do
well she told me
all about every
thing
and it seems
that I was up
for some state
and fed charges
well...
I got in my car
and drove out
to the houses
of all of the bosses
I smacked
Big Jack too
and apologized
luckily all charges
were dropped
guess cause I was
a Vietnam Vet
but this was before
they had
rehabilation programs
to get your job back
so that was it
for my career
at the post office
and my dad
just shook his head
wonderin
when is life
going to tame this kid
I got to laugh
sometimes
cause I guess
they still talked
about me
at the post office
twenty years
after I drank
that tequila
and swallowed
the worm | |
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| Storemans Poem
Posted: 9/15/2008 6:10:43 PM | Hello,
I received a beautiful email from a gal who offered encourgement in my battle to remain smoke free. In the letter, she included a poem from a special friend who died from Cancer. He had throat cancer and they operated on his tongue and he could no longer speak. So he wrote everything down on note pads. After he died she was looking through all the notepads and found this poem, which she has since made into a bookmark. He operated a carryout grocery service on the campus of OSU and he was her storeman. He wrote the poem as he lay dying in a hospital bed. | |
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| Storemans Poem
Posted: 9/15/2008 6:16:22 PM | It can get very lonely in here...
It cannot cripple lover
It cannot shatter hope
It cannot corrode faith
It cannot destroy peace
It cannot kill friendship
It cannot silence courage
It cannot invade the soul
It cannot steal external life
It cannot conquer the spirit
Cancer is limited! | |
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| Short Poem
Posted: 9/15/2008 6:48:00 PM |  im sitting on the loo, writing a poem to you, with fag in hand and book on knee, wodering if in time, you and i like this poem, will rhyme | |
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| Short Poem
Posted: 9/15/2008 6:52:11 PM | irony, the poem above me, was it sent from thee, so that i could see | |
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| Short Poem
Posted: 9/16/2008 1:19:07 AM | Cruel cancer,
Can be unforgiving.
For some there's a chance,
They remain living. | |
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| Short Poem
Posted: 9/16/2008 3:16:29 AM | im sitting on the pot, reading the poem i got, op please, while i read this poetry, cause it's getting kind of stinky.
thanks op for dropping off poem...lets meet at the coffeshop next time. 
Hi Rose...good poem...Dad's living with cancer and doing quite well...Enjoying the spring? Cold morning here...fall is on it's way...gone are the noisy cicadas and crickets replaced by the serene stillness of an autumn moon.
the warm womb of midsummers earth
shielded by dew of autumns rebirth | |
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| Short Poem
Posted: 9/16/2008 3:21:35 AM | turn off the faucet
of the thought process
go for a morning walk
clear head of talk
Rosie...How's Daisy? Chilly on your morning walk? | |
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| Short Poem
Posted: 9/16/2008 3:33:07 AM | bathed
in her presence
smell of wet leaves
early morning chill
nipping my nose
anticipation ....
pumpkin carving
pies
seeds
candy
dressed in the night
family so silly
cornhusk dolls
story of
the three sisters
grace our table
feast begins again
anticpation
the welcome
a new life
into our family
autumn brings the world | |
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| Short Poem
Posted: 9/16/2008 3:55:52 AM | | Love your poem Rosie...I grow pumpkins...give them to all my customers and family. Used to grow the giant ones...You know the ones that you need a forklift to pick up. Fall is such a beautiful time...Walking to college football games through the student ghetto...the smell of burning leaves....the colors...picking apples at the apple farms...hiding in cornfields...making crafts on the kitchen table...ahh so many things to do in the fall...oh can't forget fishing...some of the best fishing is in the fall...Walleyes...mmm delicious!!! | |
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| Short Poem
Posted: 9/16/2008 6:26:47 AM | | twas you atop the pot .guess that says alot my muse it is the loo: is it the same for you,? | |
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| Short Poem
Posted: 9/16/2008 7:15:51 PM | | put too much paper in the pot...when i flushed it swirled around alot...it felt so good when it tickled my balls...i whooped out some loud calls...so i added more paper and flushed again...damn i felt like a real proud man...so i did it again...felt like a marksmen...and now i don't have a need for a wimen....(thanks bird). And yes it gave me such glee...that is how i write me poetry.... | |
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| Short Poem
Posted: 9/16/2008 8:20:27 PM | riv is now writin' like the ol' bird
a lil' irishman whose good with the word
they both love 'em limericks
which hardens their lil' sticks
i really think the whole thing is quite absurd!
(you both bring out the worst in me!!!) | |
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