| If I could paint a picture.....
Posted: 2/16/2007 10:50:25 PM | The colours running through my head
Swirl to loneliness in what I have read
Now I wish I could show you my happiness
You would see why there is no emptiness
I walk through the shadow with a candle in my hand
It is burning in the darkness for you to understand
Each time a gust of wind will blow out the light
Before I can reach the beautiful place in my sight
A thought of new begginings rise from deep in the sea
If I could paint a picture.....
Then I guess it would be easier for you to see
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| He Used To Call Me Baby
Posted: 2/17/2007 8:26:57 AM | Back in that time of simple treasures
we had three lines carefully measured
for power and speed whatever we'd need
to win in a pinch was our pleasure
Right wing was a desire from somewhere in my fantasy
coach said defence was the place to be
and don't be gettin too fancy
we need your speed and intense desire
to keep the puck in their end
or catch their lead pass with split second fast
sideswipes that you use to defend
I was just a little terrier
playing above my age
powered by will and desire to spill
the dreams of those other's sage
make them review the play page
being so small had advantage
every now and then
I'd duck down below
the check they would throw
and zip right into their end
pass over to one of my friends
slip it to me baby
was what they shout when they're free
a clean open shot is what he has got
so baby just give set it free
put the puck where he can see
perfect opportunity.
Now that was way back long in the past
ain't heard no shout from up front
baby is sleepin in the bleachers
and John well he just sort of grunts
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| The squirrels will let you know
Posted: 3/7/2007 8:43:36 AM | walking or jogging in the park
as long as its not after dark
you see the squirrels stashin stuff
here and there with tails of fluff
run and stop to look around
listen for the danger sound
then back to work no time for play
this just a normal squirrel day
Some will venture to the bench
ignoring last nights awful stench
or they run across the fence
to avoid that flooded trench
When your used to seeing them
in normal work around the den
then one day you notice a difference
they seem to have a weather reference
snows they haven't come quite yet
thou you see the squirrels will fret
and work even harder than before
trying to build up extra stores
That is when you know for sure
a long cold winter you'll endure
for the squirrels have told you so
but nobody knows how they know.
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| The squirrels will let you know
Posted: 3/7/2007 10:11:40 AM | Study the grain for every time you complain
feel the chaff the stem and cluster
at the top
full impregnated with winters stop
and grown of vigour.....as lifes slave....... for what endures the maidens grave.
Harvest fields of bankrupt green
under the blanket of winter clean it 'shows' no sign of growth.
Yet behold....
a wonder of seeds..... has risen through all for how 'it knows how to'
destiny
and expectation can be such a manifolding immitation
of the greatest law of life
sow what you eat and eat what you sow...
isn't it so?
Then harvest is so very Sweet.....
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| Walk The Stalk
Posted: 3/12/2007 6:55:51 AM | The ants go marching one by one
and the little one stops to suck his thumb....hurrah hurrah
The ants go marching two by two
and the little one stops to tie his shoe....hurrah hurrah
The ants go marching three by three
and the little one stop to................................ 'walk the stalk'....hurrah hurrah
The ants go marching four by four
and the little one stops to shut the door....hurrah hurrah
The ants go marching five by five
and the little one stops to take a dive....hurrah hurrah
The ants go marching six by six
and the little one stops to pick up sticks....hurrah hurrah
The ants go marching seven by seven
and the little one stops to pray to heaven....hurrah hurrah
The ants go marching eight by eight
and the little one stops to shut the gate....hurrah hurrah
The ants go marching nine by nine
and the little one stops to check the time....hurrah hurrah
The ants go marching ten by ten
and the little one stops to say "The End"
and they all go MARCHing down to the ground to get out of the rain
Boom Boom Boom.
(This is a song/chant that was popular during the civil war and is sung to the tune
'When Johnny comes Marching Home'...I sorta changed it though)
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| Give a Little Bit
Posted: 4/3/2007 10:14:58 AM | Hey bro
what ya know
where ya go
can ya show me a break
maybe take some time
toss me a dime
if you mind what I say
you'll have a great day
with all the world to play in
its just you see my luck ain't been too good of late
got rolled on my last date
they even took my shoes
you think I'd have the blues
be shouting this bad news
like some say
that ain't my way
so hey bro
can ya just take the time
an drop me a dime
its only this one time
then I'll be gone
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| Give a Little Bit
Posted: 4/3/2007 2:06:44 PM | ~Fog~
So silient as the fog surround
Breathing hinder in the thickness
Chocking till there is no sound
Devouring me whole with quickness
Fog ravenous in my soul
My famished heart's desire
Love rapacious me whole
Soaring in fog, soaring higher
* Bubble gum in my hair* | |
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| Give a Little Bit
Posted: 4/3/2007 2:45:40 PM | Bubble Gum In My Hair
Bubble gum in my hair
I'm stuck to everywhere
Need to make a trip
To hear the barber's snip
Bubble gum in my hair
Now ain't that somethin rare
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Walking Sticks | |
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| Walking Sticks
Posted: 4/12/2007 3:54:48 PM | Walking sticks....
Stocking wicks....
He said....
See head....
She said....
See shed....
Long strike...
Strong like....
Cutting pain....
Putting cane......
Fast pace.....
Past face.....
Fast car....
Cast far......
First blame....
Burst flame.....
Save whales....
Wave sails.....
Saint Peter....
Paint cedar.....
Lost cause.....
Cost laws......
Bell sound....
Cell bound......
(Yeah I know...Makes no sense.....But Ohh Well! At least it was fun.... )
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| Life's Seriously Silly
Posted: 4/12/2007 5:06:04 PM | Life's Seriously Silly
just think about your Willy
will he or won't he
have to pee
in the middle of searching for ecstacy
Then you think some more
hardening on the floor
nothing around except solid ground
what the heck was that for
Now your on a bus
trying not to make a fuss
maybe the vibrations
eye glacing invitations
no matter you just can't trust
that driving desire to thrust
Now scratchin my head again
while comparing him to a pen
a little bit thicker but not any quicker
while snow writing with a friend
there's a tendency for letters to blend
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| No Vacancy
Posted: 4/12/2007 10:57:02 PM | NO VACANCY
"No Vacancy" said the sign,
Blinking neon in fits and starts;
My love for you is lost in the pines
Whenever we're apart.
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| Alligators on the Verandah
Posted: 4/14/2007 10:14:49 PM | Alligators on the Veranda
Waiting to eat Miss Amanda.
I hope she taste too sweet.
Amanda is such a treat.
I know she likes to get eaten.
It's so much much better than being beat'en
But that's a whole nother gender.
Like sticking your man in a blender.
beating him till he is slender.
Beating him back like a vendor
Kicking his ass like a doper.
Now he's only a moper.
becoming the alligator bait he was meant for.
No longer a threat to be a mentor.
just a piece of meat that is waiting.
Thank GOD he'll never be mating.
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| The Finer things in life
Posted: 4/15/2007 8:48:13 AM | We all must search
For the finer things in life
That will leave us happy
Not creating any strife
A love to call your own
To care about you
When ever you are happy
Or when you feel blue
A passionate kiss
From the one that cares
So soft and loving
That nothing ever compares
A pair of tender hands
To wipe away any tears
Or arms that give you comfort
When you have doubts or fears
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| When I close my eyes
Posted: 4/15/2007 9:13:12 PM | When I close my eyes I see you as I saw you that first day
at an outdoor concert with the sun behind your wild red hair.
You appeared to be a woman crowned in flame,
A temperamental earth goddess
That it was best not to offend.
You were a campus activist, petition always close at hand
Facts forever at the ready in your brilliant mind.
I remember the day a group of ROTC students
Surrounded you and shouted you down,
Calling you a "communist."
Your composure was classic, your head held high
But you cried as soon as we got back to the dorm.
Does anyone even worry about communist anymore?
When I close my eyes I hear you reading your poetry
At the kind of party where artists did heroin in the living room
And boys with guitars provided the soundtrack
Of my first experience with the counterculture.
For all your love of shocking people, you were all talk
When push came to shove and back in church the next morning.
At my wedding, my maid of honor and the keeper of my sanity
Though you never let me forget for a minute
You thought I could have done better.
When I close my eyes I see you as I saw you that last day
Boarding a plane to a country I had never even heard of
To follow a dark-skinned man to the land of his birth.
We exchanged postcards and letters for a while
Till the call came last week to tell me that cancer had claimed you.
But I want you to know I remember you
In all your fierce and beautiful complexity
With the sun behind your wild red hair
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| When I close my eyes
Posted: 4/15/2007 9:28:46 PM | red earth mother...nicely written^^ I will go back and read it again ..for sure.
You did not leave a spin off so ..allow me...
Topic-"Where artists did heroine in the Living Room."
Junkies all scattered like rag dolls
propped up between shattered glass toilet lid
up and down.
after the end
of
Rosies Parlour
bash
I was there
your eyes were Banging
nirvana
as I was lifting your leftovers
left for some fool
on a high taught in kindergarten.
I learned something
about me
you
didn't...
I'm a junkie fuc*in flunkie
got my fix
total prix
know how to give a girl the real shit | |
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| When I close my eyes
Posted: 4/15/2007 9:41:55 PM | No spin off there either so
I stand with you hand in hand
And promise to be the best I am
Please pardon my distraction some
Can't help myself when this feeling comes.
There's just this thing I'd like to do
If it doesn't bother you
I'd like to stare if you don't mind
So I can see your face when I close my eyes | |
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| When I close my eyes
Posted: 4/15/2007 9:53:05 PM | No spin off there either so
Theres just this thing I'd like to do
only with you
only with you
take me down to the end of the hall
till I fall
till I fall ...
right by the door
right by the door
troubadour
troubadour
by the door
sing me away sing me
away
sing me
away to the
day ..
.
.
troubadour..
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| We're Alright
Posted: 4/16/2007 12:29:09 AM | WE'RE ALRIGHT
Down in the basement of Bloomingdale's
At 6 p.m. on Friday at the start of the long weekend,
Nobody knows we're here, no one will save us
From black dusty dreariness playing hopscotch with rats
And rummaging through our day-purchases for food,
But finding instead only frilly panties and a new toaster.
Don't worry about us, we're alright in our silent neglect.
When they arrive Tuesday morning, security guards
Waving flashlights o'er our sleeping bodies
Curled against each other like fuzzy muslin,
Let us go towards that blinding light exit
With clipper ships in our eyes
And the voices of biblical sages in our heads.
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| What the Spider said to the Fly
Posted: 4/16/2007 4:43:13 PM | That was naughty, Rory, to write such a neat poem as "We're Alright" with great images and then give this as a topic. Here's my best shot at it.
What the spider said to the fly
Was "All who would mate me must die."
The question was vexing:
Long life or good sexing
We bid her a regretful goodbye.
topic- reflections of/on beasts | |
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| Reflections on beasts
Posted: 4/16/2007 4:45:19 PM | You will never belive -look-I just happen to have such a poem!
Its not about Sharks
“Let me tell you about heartache and the loss of God.”
Jim Morrison
Its about sharks and how there was no warning,
No lifeguard’s whistle,
No dorsal fin sailing horizontal to the beach,
No time to decide between flight or fight,
Only sink or swim.
Its about trust and finally feeling safe enough
To lay back and float on the waves,
Eyes closed under the sun’s watchful gaze,
Arms extended outward like an aquatic crucifixion.
Its about pain, fear and the heart-stopping shock
Of being dragged down, pulled under,
Where no one can see you struggle or hear your screams.
Your mouth fills with water with each “why?” and “what?”
To a force you cannot yet see.
Its about sharks and what they take from you,
The loss of faith as you remember
The moment before, how sure you were
That the warmth on your face was the smile of God
And the breeze his breath on your skin.
Its about isolation and struggling to survive.
It’s the blank gray face, the cold dead eyes
That leave you, bleeding out,
To fight the pain, the undertow and the shock;
To live, if you dare.
Its about sharks and what they leave you with:
A fear of a place you once loved,
Phantom pains that haunt you years later,
An artificial limb that will never feel like your own,
Prosthetic toes that cannot can not wiggle in the sand.
Its about sadness, madness and the loss of God.
Its about things that can never be retrieved
Even if the fishy guts were split open.
Its about my life and all that was taken from me
On these shores.
And no, its not really about sharks at all.
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| Reflections on beasts
Posted: 4/18/2007 9:22:06 AM | A sign encrusted with rap graffiti
crossed my weary eye
or was that a dot inside some meaty frozen Eskimo pie
The road so long and narrow
the earth beneath my wheels
dog fighting crow with sparrow
reminds me of our deals
Size against speed and agility
and will there be bliss in senility
With an explosion from lighting the gas
we look back on what could be done
probably yes you just jumped in too fast
like officers pulling their guns
The beast rears its ugly head
so careful now or you'll be dead
I saw a carnival's glittery lights on my quest that day
reflected in mirrored tail lights in solemn wolf pack gray
shivers spawned within my spine keeping calm at bay
spasams oscillated like a dance without a word to say
Now all to do is just look back
think about some sugar shack
keep my train on welded track
to smooth this power play
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| Reflections on beasts
Posted: 4/19/2007 10:34:07 AM | Once when I was on a cruise looking for huggies on an arctic vacation
like out of some time warp
back in some flimsy made up chronologicly mixed up banter
like back in town again. The cruise went from one disaster to the next.
That miserable sun hid laughing. I got so pissed off... I stormed right into Costco
the next morning upon returning
and ripped them off..right then and there. For this huge..I mean Huge inflatable innertube making sure to leave flyers on all the windshields for directions to this party I'd planned.
That afternoon we converged into inflating dolphins with legs and arms and we blew this huge mother this invincible inflatable inner tube...until it was unbearably light and proceeded to walk it down to the water front . We and I mean this large number
of others and each...grabbed on with abandon just as the ebb teased us into the waves of mad jubilation. We roller coasted
this moment that froze in the sun. As gaia sprayed blue and yellow locks of sea to the red western sunset..I remember this now.
Our tangled limbs and arms pored with seasalt whipping us into a frenzy of giggling
tiny bodies as we whaled with glee amongst us all
babes of seachildren that peaked
of innocent and boundless energy...just to prove something
for once.
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| when rubys are tuesdays
Posted: 4/25/2007 8:48:27 AM | Life was good in old tinsel town
everywhere ya look there some other clown
never an eye full of boring brown
except when the army tries to dress down
Twas a Monday in June that we fell from the roster
now me and me dog were feeling quite foster
wondering if I should wander along
or sit for a time like an old Redding song
I heard of a custom they had on the set
like Christmas in June or winning a bet
the first to be fired for too much beauty
was given a ruby if it was Tuesday
So here I was in the wallowing state
fishing for hope after crossing the gate
I thought one more day and I could have been graced
instead I sit here in down trodden disgrace
Besides even if it was really Tuesday
my hair and make-up would choose to say
not anytime in the future round here
would beauty abound and that is clear
Tap my foot for a time to my music
spinning and turning inside the mist
scattered with dreams inside my head
still I'm happy that I'm not dead.
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| mystical moment
Posted: 4/27/2007 5:23:06 PM | Moses at the End
I’m not going.
From the top of this mountain
I look down on the promised land
And find it, by comparison, flat.
The fulfillment can never equal
The sweetness of the promise
The desire that forms from years
Of wandering, dreaming, planning
Can never be sated so easily as this.
By walking over an imaginary line in the sands?
What would I do in civilization?
Milk and honey is too rich a diet
After years of being fed by heaven with
Manna, berries and sweet water from the rocks.
I am at home with this life.
Was I not found floating on the river?
Did God not speak to me the first time
In the fields of Midian, his tongue a flaming bush?
Was it not on a mountaintop, like this one,
That I met Him there, lingered, tarried
Hesitant to return to the hoards below?
Let Joshua lead the people on, I will stay here.
I like the wild places and I am not afraid
To be left here alone with God.
We will talk as we always have
And when that day comes that I take my rest
For the last time on this mount,
I will lay down in the cool of the caves here,
Confident and at ease,
For the caverns are teeming with blind life and
Hold passageways that lead to
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| mystical moment
Posted: 5/2/2007 8:56:31 PM | No activity in a while, feel like I jinxed it! People, come back!
Mystical moment is the topic | |
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