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 WeAre1
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applause is only thunderous!
seems this time i'm stuck without a line....
only words that come to mind
are incestuous or humourous
or what about stupendous!
applause was not only thunderous
but it was also stupendous
to hear their shouts of elation
and even see the standing ovation
they gave their teachers when
they joined in our dance demonstration...
african dance and drum once again
bringing joy and celebration
 WeAre1
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Posted: 2/11/2010 3:07:29 AM
carelessly washing away the remnants of yesterday
until there's only this remaining today
a touch of snow where the blizzard didn't go
with rain and winds that strongly blow
wishing it away this cold wintry grey
hoping for Spring's beauty to show
 Thorb
Joined: 7/15/2005
Msg: 78
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Posted: 2/11/2010 4:33:20 PM
hoping for Spring's beauty to show
while I sit and wait for a tow
I don't want to go way down south
where they say "Shut my mouth!"

I'm happy living with ice and snow
they provide you with fast and slow
not always in the way you want
sometimes nature likes to taunt

the sun may bake or wind may blow
making you want to get up and go
still when its time to get on the wing
a Robin will tell you when its spring
 Thorb
Joined: 7/15/2005
Msg: 79
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Posted: 2/11/2010 9:41:12 PM
Pow..Wam...
same bat time..
same bat chanel
cheese and ham won't get Pete Rose past the panel
yea ,
so,
ya wanna bet,
double or nuttin is what ya get
as far as it goes
and fast as it shows
there's no need to fret
less ya need to change the chord
pull the chain
put a nail in the board
ring the bell
grab the brass
its time get on back to class
 WeAre1
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Posted: 2/12/2010 3:36:50 AM
"I'll be the sum total of 'me' - true to myself & spiritually free"
and the teacher looked at the student ever so coldy
and with a very stern voice he spoke....
"Yes, my boy, but you won't know a thing mathematically!
Spirituality is all well and good
but really what's the point for a boy from the hood?
Are you aspiring to be one who will go to university?!"
The boy looked down on the man,
standing taller was he,
and with softness in his voice and eyes
to the teacher's total surprise
he now spoke quite lovingly,
"I will be what I'm meant to be....
through my will and my destiny.
I can see your points mathematically
for I've been studying sacred geometry,
so please don't look so smugly at me
because, you see, you're part of me."
 LQQKIN4
Joined: 11/22/2009
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Posted: 2/12/2010 9:21:22 AM
Because, you see, you're part of me;
Oh, the "art" of geometry.
Where the circle- takes the square,
Says Peter Marshall, "If you dare!".

And who can add 'em: two plus two?
But never find the answer: "for",
The big SNAFU:
Where IS the DOOR?!

The teacher throws away the key:
Will you reap? Eat history?
There IS a "tree", with branches bent,
And let hers maled, but never "sent".

So who's to say, "What's mined is yores."?
Or poems that rhyme, will get no scores?
The best may yet be steel to gum;
Or dancing on a sugar plum.

So study hard, the way "Hugo",
The whether man can SEE the snow!
It's reigning cats and dogs, right now;
We may be even, half to plow.

The Rhodely's callers, in their dorms.
Who weight in judgement, filing forms,
Too see this: slowly, that am I;
So cut the hand-off; pluck thee eye.

And reach your fingers, to this guy!
For black is white, and blew is sky.
Sew y'oars is knot, to question "Y",
Jest lettuce live...bee four oui dye!

Pair Annoyed Papa at The S' Cool Two Be Shack <
 Rasko
Joined: 1/23/2010
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Posted: 2/12/2010 2:52:30 PM
do you actually realize that you suck?

bla

bla

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 WeAre1
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Posted: 2/12/2010 5:31:28 PM
oy R...play nice!

Jest lettuce live...bee four oui dye!
gotta say I just can't lie
it's hard to continue from such a line
no patience right now to find a rhyme
just trying to get this thread back on track
to counteract the strong attack
 Rasko
Joined: 1/23/2010
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Posted: 2/12/2010 6:03:23 PM
to counteract the strong attack
it all comes down to **** and cash (sorry. couldnt help it)
i dont want attacks and i cant stand a rash
but thats what it all comes down to
 WeAre1
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Posted: 2/12/2010 6:42:07 PM
it all comes down to
only writing where you wish
no one's forcing you to visit here
so please stop attacking our fellow fish....

wow....once upon a time
there was a writer quite sublime
who often shared wisdom with his lines
then something happened to him
and he ran away without a trace
imagining he'd been disgraced
he then returned without a face
but with an attitude now in place.....
 Thorb
Joined: 7/15/2005
Msg: 86
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Posted: 2/12/2010 8:16:42 PM
with an attitude now in place
the games are sure to excite
crying is not a disgrace
neither is catching a fright

the vehicle your watching
could go anywhere
might even sprout wings
then rise up in the air
my 59 Chevy did that one time
it sure was scary
almost blew my mind

another car from then could pull water skiiers
James Bond played with it on the screen
they said we'de by now have robots serving beer
portable helecopters and recorders of dreams

who's got the time
away from the jobs
minimum wage crime
managed by knobs
soon with no surplus of anything we need
we'll realize a purpose
get away from the greed
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
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Posted: 2/12/2010 9:38:54 PM
softly, I say
on my knees, I have to go here..
understanding why there is no space
for difference, for lacking.

I spoke firmly to somebody
who had no money for food.
Please take back this knife.
Your eyes were this forsaken world.

For just a moment give me your strength
give me your lack of blaming.
Oh...you knew...I was this tincture of breath away
from nothing...in some kind of eyes..

Forgive me, let me always be bigger.
let me understand with grace
my journey is now yours.
 WeAre1
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Posted: 2/13/2010 12:19:30 AM
my journey is now yours
or maybe
we're all free
to just let things be
and wait and see....
can we live harmonically
or at least compatibly
and not combatically

my journey is now yours
surrendering willingly
must we really
follow a leader
or could it be
we walk instinctively
side-by-side
silently but not empty
 LQQKIN4
Joined: 11/22/2009
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Posted: 2/13/2010 5:52:22 AM
And you are queen & understand your goal;
And I am king, and understand the toll,
Of a side by side struggle, to protect the castle,
In order, to avoid the ultimate hassle,

Of seeing it ALL, washed into the sea,
While the enemy looks on, and shouts with glee!
So gird your loins, and pick up your shield;
Stand watch, for the enemy's out in the field.

One, if by land; two, if by sea...
Now three, as they MAY even hide in a tree.
For us t'would be wise, to look up and stare,
As now they may also, come from the air.

We shudder to think, o' the cost of it all:
The many who'll stand; the others who'll fall;
KNOW when to walk away; no one to run.
For all, this must take place, under the sun.

The worker bees all, think that it's funny;
As they go 'bout THEIR job, gathering honey,
To bring golden fruit, for their favorite won;
For THEY know the war, has always been one.

Pawl Revering Papa at The Shockin' Awww Shack <
 Thorb
Joined: 7/15/2005
Msg: 90
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Posted: 2/13/2010 9:49:42 AM
your following a post from who knows where.
I see no relitivity to anything posted....

please take the time to check previous posts before posting
 WeAre1
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Posted: 2/13/2010 10:29:00 AM
clarifying...mess. 138 used the whole of the last line of mess. 136,
mess. 137 only used the last four words of the last line of 136...confusing....
i'll try and patch, but very hard to use the whole of the last line of 138...argh!



we all have blessings
or a hidden lesson that has always been one
learning not to point the gun
or jump aside of the bullet's ride
trying not to take a side
and stay balanced in a conundrum....
isn't writing here meant to be fun?

 Thorb
Joined: 7/15/2005
Msg: 92
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Posted: 2/13/2010 1:03:59 PM
sorry we ...
but actually it was at msg 133 that the whole thing came out of nowhere.

I just notice so many people don't bother to go back to their last post and see what is going on from that point. they just jump in at wherever and go.


isn't writing here meant to be fun?
without any pressure yet inside some lines
not really trying to mess up anyone
dicipline is needed to keep the design

the reason most write is for others to read
if they are not going to bother then what's the need
some selfimposed appetite that's wanting to feed
yet missing the real last line [which was]
get away from the greed

 WeAre1
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Posted: 2/13/2010 3:14:21 PM
get away from the greed
but so many have planted that seed
hoping to raise the stakes
through the eye of disguise
and way too many fakes
not wanting to give what it takes
to contribute more than you need
but try and do a give-away....
might really help another's day
 LQQKIN4
Joined: 11/22/2009
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Posted: 2/13/2010 5:20:02 PM
"Might really help another's day"-
Is what we imagine, could come into play.
But knowing not what, another might say,
Just adds to the pottery: hands to the clay.

As each moment's different, from one to the next,
Who really knows, what becomes of the text?
Will it be fruitful, and cause one to think?
Or will it just give someone, reason to drink?!

I love to read, and I love to write;
And find some release, in the middle of night.
If only to share, what's been on my mind,
Or in going forward, look back at behind.

For usually the path, that leads up ahead,
Starts from SOMEWHERE (or so, it's been said.)
Now roses are red, and violets are blue;
Tomorrow is Sunday, so what should we do?

Shall we sign on a card, that's bought from a store?
Or buy some dead flowers, sweet choclate and MORE?!
I've always thought, that the best place to start,
Is giving a SIZEABLE peace of my heart.

I could be wrong, as often I am,
Just ask my "ex", or old Uncle Sam!
I really should focus, on filing my taxes;
But PRO-crastination, always relaxes!!

Oh great, he's up to his old tricks, again:
Playing with 'puters, and practicing Zen!
Doesn't he know, that Old Sam doesn't care,
About having some fun, or writing with Flair?

Oh yes, the Tax Man, may come to your door,
He'll look in your sofa, and pull up the floor;
Squeezing the wad, that you're holding so tight,
He'll rip from your hands, with all of his might!

So give it away, before he can GIT it;
Buy a new car (I KNOW; I jest DID it!)
As long as he's trying, to drive us all MAD;
We may as well focus, on what makes US glad!

'Puter Peckin' Papa at The Short Form Shack <
 Paradoxx
Joined: 7/2/2005
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Posted: 2/13/2010 5:36:45 PM
We may as well focus on what makes us mad,
it takes to much time to find ways to be glad,
As you answer calmly, with wit and with salve,
I'll cleverly scheme about new ways to nag.
 WeAre1
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Posted: 2/13/2010 5:49:59 PM
patching back....

I hope
I'll cleverly scheme about new ways to nag
but done in a way my wish might be had
where no one's forced to be something they're not
like the bouncing ball, just follow the dot
 Paradoxx
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Posted: 2/13/2010 5:55:55 PM
Like the bouncing ball, just follow the dot
but sometimes my focus should be where it's not
So fumbled the lines, and bungled the ball
But will soon try again, cause I'm watching you all


oops, sorry...I botched my round!
 WeAre1
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Posted: 2/13/2010 6:36:38 PM
but will soon try again, cause I'm watching you all
course that can not be 'til I get another call
of writing inspiration now lost in a hallucination....

so while I'm waiting and feeling some freedom
perhaps I'll carry out a crime of passion
or just follow my intuition....

into my muse's dungeon
and write something in fashion
'bout valentine's day compassion....

or maybe it's just a fixation
open to persuasion facing tomorrow
with a bit of anticipation....


hi paradoxx! oh, it's ok...we've all fumbled today! :)
 Paradoxx
Joined: 7/2/2005
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Posted: 2/14/2010 4:40:34 AM
Devil's advocate - his eyes as black as coal
Sparked fire at the children in the hall
Collectively, they held their breath,
his judgment soon to fall,

Poor students mostly in the crowd,
A few he'd spanked too much,
The teacher rolled his eyes at them,
Then sent them all to lunch.
 Rasko
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Posted: 2/14/2010 11:28:10 AM
The teacher rolled his eyes at them,
Then sent them all to lunch.
but their deviant display
was played on just that hunch
that they would all get thrown out
and do what they wished to do
to lose their minds in burned out corners
where no soul did have a clue
but life goes on and words unfold
to places still unknown
i need not be nice for its own sake
i can live with what ive blown
and ive blown a lot and continue on
for of judgments I don’t care
ive lived my life this way this long
I know that life aint always fair
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