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Posted: 3/7/2008 7:37:14 AM | Blind Date #1
I went out on a blind date,
I was early and she was late,
She wanted a drink before we dined,
I had coffee and she had wine,
We looked at the menu and I ordered a meal,
She wasn't hungry no big deal,
The drink in her hand didn't last,
And they didn't refill it near as fast,
Of the the restroom I am going she'd say,
And she bumped every table on the way,
A bit later she opened the door,
And all she bumped was the floor,
I got up to give her a hand,
On my jaw is where her fist would land,
Then I offered to call her a cab,
Into my belly she gave a hard jab,
Wasn't sure what next to do,
But This date just had to be through,
I got her a drink and picked up the check,
Even gave her a kiss on the neck,
In my hand was my keys,
Told her, I needed a tissue before I could sneeze,
To my car I quickly walked,
My God I hope I won't be stalked,
I went home just as quick as I could,
That blind date was no good!
An Uncle Charlie Original | |
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Posted: 3/7/2008 9:24:27 AM | ^^^^^^^^^^^^Way too funny, made me smile and I needed that today. Very cool thread , thought I would give it a try!
Wasted Wood
I went home just as quick as I could
this morning my dear wife told me a surprise was in store
by that tone in her voice I tell you it produced some fine "wood"
with thoughts in my mind of a night to come
I tell you I wasn't really watching
next thing I know off that road I had run
chuckling to myself for being such a fool
letting a provocative woman's suggestions
to my mind give total rule
I got back on that road to safely arrive home
no longer or maybe just a little
did I let my mind roam
coming up to the house I saw her car
imaginings of a night of wild delights
had me travelling fast as a shooting star
swinging open the door I bellowed "I'm here"
a sweet voice from our bedroom called
"I'm waiting for you dear"
ripping off my clothes I headed back
opened up the door
nearly had a heart attack
for there my beauty stood
paintbrush in hand offering it to me
I'll tell you in a moment there went some precious wood....
(being a silly wabbit... ) | |
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Posted: 3/7/2008 11:22:48 AM | Blind Date # 2
I took her out and hadn't known her for long,
Just my luck- her father had to come along,
He sat a few tables away,
But listened to every word we had to say,
A couple of times his voice rang in,
Saying relax boy tonight you won't win,
We ordered a dink I lit a smoke,
Her face got green I thought she'd choke,
But before I knew it she lit a cigar,
And her Dad moved away real far,
We got up to slow dance,
Someone tapped my shoulder and at her father I glanced,
I was confused but stepped aside,
The way he held her I almost died,
As I set at the table alone,
I heard a sound and it was her phone,
I surely wondered who was there,
But to answer it I didn't dare,
Next I watched as her mother came through the door,
That was to much I couldn't take any more,
They all seemed in a trance,
As together they all danced,
I got my jacket and slipped away,
That's how it ended what more can I say!
An Uncle Charlie Original | |
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Posted: 3/7/2008 1:14:22 PM | Message #28
That's how it ended what more can I say!
I watched as the moon came across the bay,
remembering the night that we met the teacher
who wanted to strip underneath the bleachers.
He said he was lonely and wanted to dance
we had no idea he would actually prance!!
At seventeen you think you know it all,
but OMG the size of his balls!!!
We wondered if every man had them hang so low
and after blinking twice they began to GLOW.
Shaking our heads to clear the haze
we inhaled deeper and choked on the blaze.
She passed it to me and it burnt my fingers
I was so entranced as he wiggled his weiner.
How did he get it to move like that
and my LAWD he made it snap.
Old Mr. Lambert could sure shake a stick,
We hope next time, he just keeps it stiff.
That's how it ended, what more can I say...
LOL...Uncle Charlie made me do it this way!!! | |
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Posted: 3/7/2008 2:20:41 PM | ...Uncle Charlie made me do it this way!!!
Some of his stuff is like a play,
Maybe i had better loosen my grip,
And for a momnet let the pen slip,
Across the floor it will roll,
Can't let it get away MG that's my soul,
Will it take more then one desperate leep,
To catch that pen that I must keep,
Now to paper I must put this pen,
Or I may forget before I begin,
I start the writing and one eye want wink,
Nothing on the page I must be out of ink,
There's beating of the heart and spinning in my head,
As it all looks i must be dead! | |
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Posted: 3/7/2008 4:47:14 PM | #17
That might well bring
a
fatal
choice
To put
All
my
chips
on
the
table
Two aces in my hand - one heart, on diamond
Well, a gem of some sort at least
I'm surely able
to be invincible
My luck disposable
On the flop, will I be a queen of hearts that was a victim of a jack-of- all-trades?
If so....I hope my poker face was good.
Maybe I should stick to "Go fish." | |
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Posted: 3/7/2008 4:59:49 PM | My luck disposable
like cheap plastic bic razors
bloodied and dull, used and discarded.
My hope inexaustable
like stars above the Carolinas
wonderous and aplenty.
howdy Ash, not my best but nonetheless... | |
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Posted: 3/7/2008 5:03:20 PM | brwnbeauty, that was great! Wondered if it really happened LOL..life is stranger than fiction..
line 2, msg 29 Brwn Beauty's
I watched the moon
come across the bay
moments unrestrained
white light of truth
trails a ragged beam
piercing light bleeds me
illusions once shaded blue
finally raking clear
hey magician, what trick is this?
you give me moons without tears
white light dissolving blue
yellow roses sprouting
'roun my thoughts
absorbing illusions hue
yellow roses symbolize gladness, joy, friendship
Pure yellow pigment absorbs blue light | |
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Posted: 3/7/2008 5:18:55 PM | Great nonetheless Mr. Luney man, but yes i just checked out some of your "best" and i'm like whoa,wow......i'm channeling Wayne and Garth on this one......Thank You for stoppin' by..
msg#32
My hope inexhaustible
imagination
i .....................................................can't............................................imagine...........
I'm soooo simply layed out
and your words
continually
earn their space....
Great things come in all forms
Ask the nanners with the frozen face
....and Drea, I'm with you on that one...BrwnBeautyhad me wondering "Is she furreal?!"...lol.......and as for your write.......truly,truly beautiful......sometimes I think you read my mind woman.... | |
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Posted: 3/7/2008 6:01:17 PM | Message #34
and your words
continually
surprise me with every twist and turn
each cadence and the way they
are displayed lead me
right
left
and back again
to an ending never expected
or imagined
and yet, i knew
so i followed where they flowed
picking up the rhythm
excited
smiling
ready
for the next revelation
**made that story up..was Uncle Charlie who inspired it with his date..and his dance | |
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Posted: 3/7/2008 6:09:40 PM | Eternal Love
you gave me moons without tears
and unconditional love without fear
you were my partner, lover, and friend
through the good, the bad, all the way to the end
until we meet again my love she softly whispered
not knowing it would be so soon
their fifty year love affair
like the stars dancing around the moon
she leaned over to give him her final kiss
while her mind was flooded with
memories of true bliss
then they began to close the coffin lid
and as stoic as she was, she began to sob like a kid
then 2 months later there appeared a vibrant rainbow
visible from only her room
she knew it was him showing her the way home
and so she took her last breathe and she too did go
together again they are
now the brightest of the stars
watching over and guiding those of us left behind
knowing they are thought of lovingly, frequently, and are often on our minds
Samra....
In Loving Memory of my parents | |
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Posted: 3/7/2008 7:00:36 PM | Shy Guy
Loneliness is an interesting thing isn't it...
When surrounded by many people you know, yet alone one chooses to sit
He said he was lonely and wanted to dance
He didn't appear to be disfigured or armed, so I gave him a chance
The band was great, the music had a rockin' beat
Unfortunately back at the table is where he left his dancing feet
In my mind I wondered why he asked if he didn't know how
Well what wasn't apparent then I surely now know
At the end of the dance, if that's what you call it
Back to the table we went to drink, and talk bulls@it
Pleasantly surprised was I to find his ability to talk
As he couldn't manage a dance, and with alcohol barely a walk
So end of the day the lesson for all of us here
Is love may be far, or love may be near
Don't judge any book by its cover
You just never know, it may be your next lover  LOL
Samra | |
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Posted: 3/7/2008 7:04:53 PM | I think if we were to meet
On a lonely country road or a busy city street
I would know you even though
We've never met…
And I would be sure you'd know me, too
Because if it was on a day when the sky was blue
(Or maybe even if it was raining)
I would walk right up to you,
Without a word spoken and
Gaze into your eyes for a second and then
Softly I would kiss you, on the mouth,
On a busy city street, if the sky was blue
Or maybe if it was raining.
And taking you by the hand
I would lead you astray
Down the pathway paved with good intentions
Filled with sinless pleasures
And delights, to fill your sleepless nights.
Unclecharlie, my dear man, are you sure
You want to take me by the hand?
Dare you listen to the song
Of the Siren, be it wrong
Or right, would you need someone to
"Help You Make It through the Night?"
You bait the hook, and cast the line
What would you do if…
You caught the big one this time?
Ana
ps be careful what you wish for…….. | |
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Posted: 3/7/2008 7:06:02 PM | Blind Date # 3
Got to her house and knocked on the door,
No idea what was in store,
It opened just a crack,
I saw 2 eyes looking back,
They didn't care about my name,
It was instead the question and answer game,
Where will you go and what will you do,
And how long has she known you,
We're not sure if you'll kidnap or kill,
Her safety is a big deal,
What kind of car do you drive,
And will you go over 55,
Does she need money or will you pay,
Speak up don't you have anything to say,
I asked if they could open the door,
Then maybe we could talk some more,
The door was shut slow and smooth,
I heard the chain lock move,
The door opened and to my surprise,
There was only a 3 foot body under those brown eyes,
I asked her where was my date,
She said Mommy's in the shower you'll have to wait,
On the couch I took a seat,
She brought me cookies and we began to eat,
On the TV was a Disney show,
One I hadn't seen so no way I could go,
The sitter came walking in,
Mom showed up the date should begin,
The movie had me and the child in a trance,
Away from the TV I couldn't glance,
The child begged us not to go,
I told her I couldn't leave til after the show,
The child looked up and smiled at me,
Mom said there was no date for me,
Then her face turned beet red,
Get out of my house was all she said,
Another date down the drain,
There's no question I must be insane!
An Uncle Charlie Original | |
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Posted: 3/7/2008 7:07:45 PM | Blind Date #4
Well this was blind date 4,
Not sure if I can do any more,
We were to go out for a drink,
About playing pool I didn't think,
The first game went really well,
She was good I could tell,
To win she didn't have to try,
I could just barely sneak by,
After the next two,
It seemed like everyone there we knew,
You'll never believe what next came,
It was the partners game,
She was angry when we lost,
As her partner I was tossed,
She then found a guy she said was able,
Everyone was around the table,
Then things started to stink,
She only approached me for a drink,
The rest of the time she didn't seem to care,
If I was even there,
Then through the others she pushed her way,
As they lost and she needed more money to play,
She told me the night was to be free,
I should pay because she was on a date with me,
So I gave her another buck,
Then out the door I'd quickly duck,
With all the guys by her side,
I was sure she'd get a ride,
I felt like a puppet in a show,
Is that how blind dates should go?
An Uncle Charlie Original | |
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Posted: 3/7/2008 7:32:56 PM | Message #39
You want to take me by the hand?
You want to take me to a promised land?
Or is that my wish of what would be
If I were to do as you decree.
How do I know that you are aware
of all the little things that I fear?
That when I put my hand in yours
You won't lead me to a cellar door,
then kick me in and leave me be
because I didn't turn into your fantasy.
How do I trust that your fingertips
Will always touch with tenderness?
I long to do just as you say,
to give you my hand and with you stay.
But there are things you still don't know
and so many things I'm afraid to show.
If only it were easy to do,
I'd take your hand, and stay with you.
BrwnBeauty | |
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Posted: 3/7/2008 7:36:11 PM | thnx Ash, im honoured
nice works samrap
"i felt like a puppet in a show"
"a nanner with a frozen face"
mangled marrionette on a tattered string
dancing with 9 broken toes
and a big floppy sombrero
to hide my drunken smile
and loss of faith. | |
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Posted: 3/8/2008 11:19:56 AM | dancing with 9 broken toes
is not as easy as it sounds
you have to have the music just right
and the window shades down
have to have the music high
and it really must be gone on midnight
some where tequila must be involved
because otherwise you'd loose your resolve
turn on the light behind you..
and strip to your birthday suit
take three more shots of mescal
and then become footloose! | |
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Posted: 3/8/2008 12:02:26 PM | its not as easy as it sounds
keeping both feet on the ground
when your head is up above in the sky
head over heals for the new guy
its not as easy as it sounds
to stop looking at everyone around
just because you've met this great new guy
doesn't stop the rest of the world from passing by
its not as easy as it sounds
taking the leap of relationship, being dutybound
having faith and building trust
hoping he won't actout on impulse feelings of lust
its not as easy as it sounds
when love makes the heart pound
we all hope and wish and pray
to be embraced by love again one day
its not as easy as it sounds
samra
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Posted: 3/8/2008 12:11:51 PM | when your head is up above in the sky
you can see everything for miles and miles
the sun is brighter
the clouds too
and it's all because he smiled at you. | |
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Posted: 3/8/2008 1:57:52 PM | | now if only we could bottle that feeling up and sell it....or can it and store it in the pantry for safe keeping!!.....(i'm a little "wordless" today...just stopping through to enjoy the words of others)....refreshing to hear someone feeling this way....very nice to have u samrap.....and welcome..thank you all for stoppin by! | |
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Posted: 3/8/2008 2:25:56 PM | | thanks for the welcome Ash...I just discovered the poetry forums yesterday and had never publicly shared anything before so it has been quite fun. | |
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Posted: 3/8/2008 3:03:29 PM | 'bottle that feeling up
and sell it
or can it
and store in the pantry
for safe keeping'
Unlike that artificial love i bought from your dime store,
pumped full of preservatives,
packaged up on the assembly line of falsities,
and put on sale, blue light special.
Clean up on aisle 69!
Just the other day
all the rusted edges gave way
now I'm cleaning up the molded residue
emotional infectious goo
tainting all my goods. | |
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Posted: 3/9/2008 12:17:52 PM | *Samrap - haven't been around here long myself....and watchout girlie, these forums can be habit forming...but the inspiration drawn from people from all over the world is priceless really.......and before you go getting intimidated by all of the big words and beautiful writes that you find around the forums (I say this b/c that has been the case with several newbies who were scared to death to post their writes) remember that expression is expression and IT IS ALL beautiful...
#42
I long to do just as you say
To give you my hand and with you stay
But to stay with you
Some searching to do
Where's my untarnished heart?
Locked away somewhere?
Left behind....
Not lost, just forgotten
I left a trail of reason
So as to return someday
But, my reason was devoured by pain
.....BUT my pain is being dissected...
And somewhere in the sh*t - filled bowels of pain
I shall find my reason, my resolve,
my heart
again.
-Ash
(sh*t - filled bowels....pretty ugly, huh....well so is pain...but when it all comes out.....don't u feel like a new person?... lol...ya dig?) | |
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