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| The Daily Poet (EXTRA! EXTRA! get your daily muse here!)
Posted: 12/26/2006 3:36:39 PM | The idea of this thread is to provide a locale for writing poems on a daily basis. The twist is that a weeks’ worth of topics will be posted each week. These may provide an impetus for you to write on topics outside your usual sphere, or may provide an opportunity to get the creative juices flowing when your own well is dry. Use it as a springboard for free association, whether from the topics themselves, or from another poster’s poetry.
This is going to be a fairly free-flowing place; no rules. Write a poem a day, seven at once; whatever. Use the topics provided, or don’t; whatever. All writing styles welcome - rhyme, free verse, haiku, whatever. Might I dare to suggest you try something new??
Any suggestions for topics are welcomed - please send via e-mail, so they will be fresh when they appear in the thread. (I will credit the topic originator unless anonymity is requested.)
For the week 12/25 - 12/31:
1. come any time
2. the bitterest pill
3. the sidewalk
4. get on up!
5. poodle with a mohawk (google it, and see the lynda barry poster. thanks, rory27 for reminding me about it...true story to follow.)
6. blind alley
7. go figure
happy new year to all!!!
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| The Daily Poet (EXTRA! EXTRA! get your daily muse here!)
Posted: 12/26/2006 3:43:31 PM | the sidewalk
it’s the day after christmas, and what do i see?
lying on the sidewalk, a discarded christmas tree
now, i know i’ve never seen this happen before
usually mid-January when they get tossed out the door
garbage day; it becomes apparent as i proceed
i can tell just what each neighbor received
here’s an old stereo, brandless, and fisher speakers
right next to several shoeboxes housing old sneakers
over at this house, there’s a child’s red trike
i guess the kid grew, and got their very first bike
i spy a truly ancient, bare-bones microwave oven
perhaps the new one will get the hubby some lovin’
many houses have several big garbage bags curbside
wrapping paper sticking out, no clue what’s inside
however, one thing about this is certainly clear
santa was a pretty generous fellow this year. | |
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| The Daily Poet (EXTRA! EXTRA! get your daily muse here!)
Posted: 12/26/2006 3:56:28 PM | COME ANY TIME
The mailman shuffled up the crumbling stoop
To Madame La Fleche's ill-lit front porch slats.
He squinted through the blowsy curtains, the snoop,
And took a hint from the smiling welcome mat.
He dropped the letters in the gold-lined mailbox there
Then tapped the door lightly, forcefully, at which time
The Madame opened, wide-eyed, and said, with a dare,
"Don't be shy, slot-shover, it's not a crime
To dump your heavy load in my quarters sparse."
The mailman quivered, scratched his overstuffed bag.
"Thank you, ma'am, but first these words I must parse.
'Proper Postage Not Affixed', it says, but don't nag;
I always protect my parcels with a plastic wrap."
"That's good", smiled Madame, "let's lick envelopes with lime.
Then doff your crossed union duds, gimme a faap.
Tomorrow's delivery? You can come any time." | |
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| The Daily Poet (EXTRA! EXTRA! get your daily muse here!)
Posted: 12/26/2006 10:44:34 PM | 1. COME ANY TIME
Come any time to vent
when your fists are waving
just remind my head to bend
Come any time to play
Bring those darts
it's bulls eye you want in my back
Come any time to laugh
blood spilling from your mouth
as we compare knives
Come any time to rest
they'll carry you out
in a black body bag
2. THE BITTEREST PILL
The is the easiest
Watching you take bitterest
For I have no need of the medication in a pill
The muse you write, I appreciate
Keep sending the bitterest pills
It’s laughter I choke on without a pill
The knowing
Without bitterest
You will only need one pill
3. THE SIDEWALK
Along the boulevard we walked
Clouds above unthreatening to us
For we had sunshine in smiles and holding hands
Along that sidewalk
Gardens roamed with statues of art
Along the sidewalk
You found a garden bench
It wasn’t rest needed
Bar serenity in appreciation
My eyes roamed
Savoring the beauty
In a breathless moment
I saw a statue of true art
I had to cross that sidewalk
To be near the statue of stone
A god of roman perfection
I walked around it in admiration
The marble pedestal
A stone without flaw
It’s a pity he wears a toga
For those vines he holds
Would be best wrapped around in modesty
I voiced as I looked into the god’s eyes
…then he winked at me!!!
I stumbled back onto that sidewalk
As you laughed at me
For you had already seen
Past the stone
Into the human eyes
That was art on the sidewalk
4. GET ON UP!
Get everything tomorrow
Everlasting grotesque torture
Tumbling evil greed
Onwards noting
Nothing omitted
Unrestrained pedantically
Prepared ultimately!!!
5. POODLE WITH A MOHAWK
I know what people think of my kind
red is high strung so they say
blonde is spoiled rotten so I see
So off to the hairdresser's I prance
in nearly 24/7 in a trance to change
high strung in anticipation
spoiled rotten in relaxation
Now excuse my french
my hairdresser is not
but he's small with a black moustache
although no where near as mad as me
for he turned me into a
poodle with a mohawk
This former redhead
poured peroxide either side of his head
twisted his black french moustache off and planted upon his head
now he's also a
poodle with a mohawk
6. BLIND ALLEY
I’ve walked into many alleys
Always blind in a free given trust
Some say I am a fool
Some ask why did I not see
Some say I need a mental check
Some ask don’t you remember
I’m no fool for I found a useful tool
I did not ask for you were not with me to see
My mind learned something new without a pill
I didn’t forget the pain, I just live again
In trust I still walk
Down the blind alley
Although I appear blind
I’ll always find a way out
Although rather difficult
When I’m in the shower and can’t see the door
7. GO FIGURE
Why a male with two heads can’t use one to remember to put the toilet seat down? | |
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| The Daily Poet (EXTRA! EXTRA! get your daily muse here!)
Posted: 12/27/2006 1:18:22 AM | poodle with a mohawk
it was springtime
a few years back
sam, the standard poodle
desperately
needed a haircut
i’d let it go
for six months or so
over the winter
the hair was long
eight inches long
corded
dreadlocks
required shearing
like a lamb
i do his body
took four hours
with rests between
major body areas
and there’s his fuzzy head
i quickly decide
i’ve had enough
i can’t spend
another two hours
on this project
it all has to go
i am not, NOT
gonna sculpt the top
so, i start shaving
and i think of
lynda barry
and her cartoon
and i simply
can not resist
i’ve gotta do it
sam is getting
a mohawk
i leave a two inch strip
in the center of his head
flopping all over
won’t stand up
even with gel
rinse that out
and try it again
four inches long
still floppy
three inches
nope
two inches
that’s the ticket
even i am amused
it looks pretty funny
off to the park we go
reactions vary
flabbergasted
probably covers it
laughter
amusement
resounding cries
“poodle with a mohawk!!
oh, my!!! ha ha ha!”
experiment concluded
it’s shaved off
the next day
looks even worse
very strange
bald poodle
is just silly
never, repeat, NEVER
did that again
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
go figure
when you make a date
and then you are an hour late
drink done, i won't wait | |
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| The Daily Poet (EXTRA! EXTRA! get your daily muse here!)
Posted: 12/27/2006 6:51:26 AM | There are Poohawks walking in the park.
Poohawks in the deep, deep dark.
People walk by and stare
to see what’s been done to their hair.
When we were given dominion over sea, earth and air
was it not expected we’d treat our pets with more care? | |
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| The Daily Poet (EXTRA! EXTRA! get your daily muse here!)
Posted: 12/27/2006 10:57:46 AM | The Sidewalk
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On the way to school, it was filled with cracks
The ones that break mommas back
Never wanting to hurt her so, I skipped
A fancy free floating moment, lost with age and time
On the way to ice cream, the walk mostly asphalt
Mom gave me the money, littlest one with a slow bike
But no ice cream was had until I arrived; mom was smart!
rocky road, butter pecan, and always… rainbow sherbet
On the way to grandma’s now, he skips never missing
The stones laid from his glorious hands, my father
Knowing that someday little ones would once again jump
He makes sure to leave no stone lonely, diligent he hops
On the way to your heart, the sidewalk is long, with bumps
Cobbles really, but I know therein lies a destination for mine
A meandering pathway for two hearts, “I’m on the path!”
Walk the walkway of your life, I will walk mine
…perhaps our sidewalks will meet somewhere in the middle…
Tenz ~  | |
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| The Daily Poet (EXTRA! EXTRA! get your daily muse here!)
Posted: 12/27/2006 12:24:34 PM | thanks, alyosha. your prose poses an interesting question, particularly in our throwaway society (think: paris hilton discards poor tinkerbell). all i can say is, it was only a haircut...it grew back!!
tenz - you brought some fond memories to life with your verse. let's walk the walk, and talk the talk, and perhaps we shall meet in the middle.
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the bitterest pill
sitting in the gulag
cell walls closing in
how did I get here?
where to begin?
army intelligence
trained only the best
when deemed ready
took and passed the test
speaking fluent russian
sent behind the iron curtain
fake identity as a laborer
what i’d find was uncertain
the mission details
can’t be revealed
on that topic
my lips are sealed
i was a good spy
got lots of information
felt bad sometimes
but, it was for my nation
i made it five years
quite the good fight
must’ve made a mistake
they grabbed me at night
they hustled me off
for torture galore
so many types
i can’t take much more
i know how to resist
my secrets I won’t spill
if it comes to that
i’ll just take the little pill
i have the standard
undercover spy kit
no bitter taste of almond
the cyanide pill is it
i bide my time
let the others escape
let them avoid
being in this shape
i can make it
a few more days
then i’ll be weak
and likely in a haze
at that point
i will decide
the time has come
to end the ride
the bitterest pill
i’ll ever swallow
suicide for patriotism
i feel so hollow | |
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| The Daily Poet (EXTRA! EXTRA! get your daily muse here!)
Posted: 12/27/2006 12:47:46 PM | Sad when we dry up to our words
they won't come any time for me
It's the bitterest pill it leaves me empty
walk the sidewalks looking for anything, something, wanting
to get on up to a good phrase and watch it fall to the page would be a good light
but this poodle in a mohawk brings to me a blind alley
go figure! | |
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| The Daily Poet (EXTRA! EXTRA! get your daily muse here!)
Posted: 12/27/2006 12:57:31 PM | Come any time,
and see me run.
Come any time,
and see me hide.
Come any time,
and try to find me.
Come any time,
and be ready to run.
Come any time,
and you might be surpised.
Come any time,
I might not be home.
Come any time,
and my dog might bite you.
Come any time,
and I might even call a cop.
Come any time,
and I might even throw a rock at you.
Come any time,
and I think thats a bad ideal for I don't know you.  | |
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| The Daily Poet (EXTRA! EXTRA! get your daily muse here!)
Posted: 12/27/2006 1:17:31 PM |
the bitterest pill
i’ll ever swallow
suicide for patriotism
i feel so hollow
Way to go! E.M. Forster: “If I had to choose between betraying my country and betraying a friend, I hope I would choose to betray my country.” | |
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| The Daily Poet (EXTRA! EXTRA! get your daily muse here!)
Posted: 12/27/2006 2:04:55 PM | very nicely done, ~live*evil~. (i think you're the only one here whose name is a palindrome. very clever.)
sammy salt - ***trembling*** don't expect me any time soon. i'm scared of you, your dog, your rock, and that vicious elf. 
thanks for the praise, alyosha. | |
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| The Daily Poet (EXTRA! EXTRA! get your daily muse here!)
Posted: 12/27/2006 2:17:55 PM | You asked for me to give to You
the truth as honestly
as I could chance to give it
with you standing before me
You wanted me to tell you
what you did to make me go
You thought that if the truth I gave
then closure you would know
You pleaded for some answers
perhaps now even still
but when truth is finally given
it is the bitterest pill
So when you want to ask for reasons
when a lover leaves in haste
why not try a drink of gin
It may have a better taste! | |
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| The Daily Poet (EXTRA! EXTRA! get your daily muse here!)
Posted: 12/27/2006 6:45:14 PM | poodle with a mohawk
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Mine was a breaded collie
I made a mistake at the groomers:
Do whatever you have to. . .
He came home
with a poodle utility cut:
bald, fluffy feet, and with
a poofy froofroo
perched on his head
and bow.
My son was there when I got home.
I went in first, and said:
if you laugh when you see him
I'll shoot you. I don't want his feelings hurt.
That night, as I was trying to read,
he ranged back and forth along
the bank of windows
barking at the ugly dog on the balcony.
I dowsed the lights and went to bed.
I deserved it. | |
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| The Daily Poet (EXTRA! EXTRA! get your daily muse here!)
Posted: 12/28/2006 1:53:51 AM | BLIND ALLEY
Blind cobbled alley
With long tall Sally
Shaking her dreadlocks
And biting hamhocks
While cop cars edge by.
I eat a lemon pie
And marzipan squares
Amidst tourists' stares
At the burst hydrant.
Frenetic migrant
Found the cobblestones
And rolled the cubed bones.
Seven and a six
By the copper pyx
Called the transformed wolf
From the guttered gulf
Where rainwater ran
Past fat surly Stan,
Tripped on a waffle,
Felt ashamed, awful,
Though his dentures held,
He, sad to say, smelled.
Friday night boogie,
A Sally noogie
O'er her 'locks thick, tight
In dangerous night
Flecked by homing birds,
Lost, tilting, absurd
By the garbage can
By the backdoor man
By the hammering
Hard wind stammering
In gusts of halting
Tremelos vaulting
The blind back alley
With long tall Sally. | |
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| The Daily Poet (EXTRA! EXTRA! get your daily muse here!)
Posted: 12/28/2006 8:11:51 AM | Pick a number
Spread some butter on that butt
think of all the guys in lust
wiggle as you walk along
sing a song if you must
trust in nothing but your bod
give that cabbie a nod with the five
wow does this ever feel alive
take those skin tights to the show
slink around all you know to be
feel that butter be dripping warm
around the cracks a gang would swarm
if you let your guard down tonight
your orgasmic delight may feel just right
unless the cops come bustin in
big wide grins from cheek to chin
as you try to get redressed
they say don’t bother …
this is the best cannon fodder
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| The Daily Poet (EXTRA! EXTRA! get your daily muse here!)
Posted: 12/28/2006 9:55:13 AM | havebait? - good advice. Is ok if I make it vodka, instead? 
woobytoodsday (I laugh everytime I see your name – and the song plays in my head) – they shouldn’t do that to a beardie! 
rory27 – what can I say, hun? 
thorb – I never thought of that use for butter. I’ll put it on my to do list.
thanks for all the great posts, everyone. i’ll add my daily effort later. | |
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| The Daily Poet (EXTRA! EXTRA! get your daily muse here!)
Posted: 12/28/2006 4:04:24 PM | get on up!
get on up!
like a sex machine!
get off the couch
and let’s go to bed
i got the feeling
meet me halfway
make love to me
beats football, any day
try me, try me
i need you
feel the heat rise
as passion entwines
papa’s got a brand new bag?
papa’s in the swing
you do have rhythm
and some new techniques
i feel good
i knew that i would
our gyrations brought
orgasmic heights and delights
this is a man's world
this is a man's world
but it wouldn't be nothing
nothing without a woman or a girl
***doffs cap, saluting james brown**** | |
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Posted: 12/28/2006 7:40:24 PM | Go figure ...
that man can dance
like slip sliding prance
all over the floor
feigning collapse more
up with some help
down in passion
stove pipe pants
start a fashion
shuffle and moan
snarl at the bones
take it all home in the Royce
that's the jet-set choice
Stax Volt can get screwed
Atlantic can fly and be rude
green was somebody else's little bag
papa like them young for a shag
screamin through the drug
what a drag
man he really needs a brand new bag
gotta hide it from the crazy prison fags
ifin thet men cud rap
dissin pigs lookin so fat
chillin with dodgers of crap
cleanin up dirt at Laundromat
The man may look the same
with any other name
fame might be drown
he might be up or down
that’s the paradox around
Mr. James Brown,
deceased.
go figure ...
someone took me at my word
when rhyme was a bit absurd
I was eating some lemon curd
with a bear
go figure ...
they thought the net had wisdom
so struggle to understand his sum
calculating philisophicaly at random
looked so clear
go figure ...
facts were just made for the verse
ideas sometime like a curse
putting my growth in reverse
can be dear
go figure ...
the host just started to boast
like he to himself was the toast
trying hard to be heard the most
a kind of fear
go figure ...  | |
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| The Daily Poet (EXTRA! EXTRA! get your daily muse here!)
Posted: 12/29/2006 4:18:01 PM | blind alley
i am walking down an alley
it is dark
the light from the city street penetrates only ten feet
strangely, my vision is totally unimpaired
there are dumpsters, cardboard boxes, and assorted garbage along the walls
scurrying sounds suggest there are rats, too
otherwise, it is eerily quiet, aside from my own footsteps
i am drawn, inexorably, on
i know i am seeking something
i know it’s at the end of this blind alley
what it is, i have no clue
i feel the pull, like magnetism
drawing me in, step by step
against my will, since i know danger lies ahead
i am almost there, now
my arms erupt with goose bumps
my heart is racing with fear and anticipation
i am drawn to a particular box
it’s got my name on it
i touch it, and electricity surges through me
and i am suddenly filled with the knowledge of what’s inside
it’s my heart’s desire
thrilled, i open the leaves of the carton
and find myself awake, staring at the ceiling, with the riddle unanswered. | |
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| The Daily Poet (EXTRA! EXTRA! get your daily muse here!)
Posted: 12/29/2006 8:57:38 PM | come any time
come any time
with or without rhyme
it's all good
just do what you should
don't worry
no hurry
if you're new
just be true
have a laugh
make a startling gaff
feel free to strike
at me, if you like
you're welcome, anytime
make your post sublime
it's ok if you can't
but, i don't wanna hear you rant | |
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| The Daily Poet (EXTRA! EXTRA! get your daily muse here!)
Posted: 12/29/2006 9:18:57 PM | go figure
go figure what is meant
when a poster posts
with malevolent intent
does the poster seek to rise
or, insult the thread
with malevolent lies
does the poster have no sense
or, hold it in abeyance
to see if any come to his defense
does the poster really think
he has wisdom to impart
nah, he’s had too much to drink
those who think they’re better than
someone else; well, in my opinion
they are in the category of “also ran”
go figure | |
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| The Daily Poet (EXTRA! EXTRA! get your daily muse here!)
Posted: 12/29/2006 10:11:43 PM | fishing in a blind alley
puddles on cobblestone
slick with mist
the little fishies
dance and swing
making wishies
swishing small tails
whispering tall tales
laughter echoes
somewhere above
it's love it's love
it's love it's love!
Okay: could *you*
rhyme cobblestone? | |
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