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(There are some advantages to being web mistress, such as putting my poetry first... heh heh)
POEM #1
Its upon alien landscape,
Where the sky is white and hot,
Where forever sits and waits for you,
Where senses fade but pain does not;
Upon cracking ground blow stinging winds,
Where all hope dies from thirst,
Where dust eats away at skin and sins,
Where fakes and prophets are immersed;
Make it a familar hell
one with the justice of the damned,
Where all the right and mighty fall,
Where the fortress turrets are left unmanned;
Make it one of peace, though hell it maybe,
Where my flesh is ripped
and my soul is crushed,
If I maybe with thee..
POEM #2
I am strength, I am speed,
I smell the wind, I feel the need;
I am hair, I am bone,
Awake and aware, instincts that are honed,
I eat and I sleep, I hunt and I track,
I follow not, I do lead my small pack,
I am strength, I am king,
I am pride, I do sing,
I make rules, I am right,
I can do because I have might,
And when dark is, all the world my own,
I sit by the TV, but I sit not alone,
I get my rubs, I get happy human stares,
When I've circled my toys and sleep with my "bears"
POEM #3
Great big vats of rum to drown in, puts me in a swirling funk;
Each of my legs have declared independence, and I've just
locked my keys in the trunk;
The cold night air holds no chill, and the colorful lights bob
and spin;
My attempts at completed sentences bring only nods, and
knowing little grins;
My hand holds a engulfing fascination for me, the little lines
and knuckle hairs,
while I explain Taoist intricacies to anyone who cares.
Its two steps down from nirvana, the happy drunk will stay,
finding elightenment and comfort - until its time to pay.
Remittance is forthcoming, and its coming around the bend
pell mell;
It sends your head to the toilet and makes your breath really
smell.
Poem #4
Finally the awaited light,
Now I see along the way,
You close your eyes to the truth,
You don't listen to what I say;
What makes the sound so loathsome,
What makes the words too grim,
What makes you ignore the posibilities,
And attribute the world to HIM;
He brings you lies and cloaks the flame;
Which dies under his righteous thumb;
He rapes your mind and takes his time,
Until your body goes so numb;
Take the knife to the pounding beat,
Sacrifice your will and dying heart,
He mocks you as your blood runs red,
And your conscious senses depart;
It seems as though he masters the strings,
He whores and sways and shreiks,
He leads the army of fools and dupes,
Where angels kill the freaks;
Can you answer back the truth untold,
Do you at least see past the haze?
Or will you follow, marching on,
To the rythmn of the dumb and crazed.
Poem #7
Its a slow, deep burning
pitted and ugly
with a stench, with a funk that curls your lips
and flinch involutarily
to wade through the sludge
clinging to your legs, dragging them down
pulling them toward the bottom....
.... and then you puke.
[natrona] - 12:05am Sep 1, 2000 EST (#1 of 597)
Truth has a luster in my mind,
And truth is best when well-defined;
But shouting tongues may ambuscade
Truth, hiding it in obscure shade.
[natrona] - 07:27am Sep 1, 2000 EST (#2 of 597)
January, 1740
black slaves in Charleston plan to revolt,
some cotton planters there are much harangued;
without due process, injustice gets jolt
its noose tight knotted; fifty blacks be hanged
[natrona] - 06:04am Sep 2, 2000 EST (#3 of 597)
whistling wind whining voice worrisome breeze
reforming prairie sand bothering trees
thou bringest leave to my fair weather friend
summer is over but love does not end
[natrona] - 06:49am Sep 2, 2000 EST (#4 of 597)
1740
Florida forts on the river, San Juan
Oglethorpe takes with his tribal truce pawn;
civilian settlement, St. Augustine,
turns back fierce killing force hostile and lean.
[natrona] - 09:15am Sep 2, 2000 EST (#5 of 597)
soft ears coat shine liquid pup
sleeps the morning hours up
creaking door puts her on pins
alert now her torso spins
[natrona] - 04:37pm Sep 3, 2000 EST (#6 of 597)
1740
Naturalization takes seven years;
Citizenship act in Parliament clears.
One colony's member belongs to all;
How else to expedite boundary brawl?
[natrona] - 09:21am Sep 4, 2000 EST (#7 of 597)
the hands of beauty envelop my mind
with mother's soft sunglow smile, warming kind
joy in the dear newborn sun's shining love
watersong melody wafting above
[natrona] - 10:43am Sep 5, 2000 EST (#8 of 597)
earth round
declivitous sand rolling down to sea
magnificent land rising from the lea
majestical mount ruling o'er the plain
innocuous fount evading high reign
deciduous ash punctuating spruce
xeriscapel stash riding fall's caboose
salubrious herb bringing faunal health
androgynous herd learning panther stealth
miraculous gleam springing from a source
circuitous stream quencing all in course
declivitous sand rolling down to sea
magnificent land rising from the lea
[natrona] - 10:51pm Sep 6, 2000 EST (#9 of 597)
quiet meditation in loving heart
working gossamer thread on linen start
displaying bravura with gentle goal
disclosing contemplative thoughtful soul
[Dick_Hertz] - 10:52pm Sep 6, 2000 EST (#10 of 597)
There's a place in France
Where the women wear no pants
And the men go around picking-up rocks off the ground.
[Dick_Hertz] - 10:54pm Sep 6, 2000 EST (#11 of 597)
I hate to talk about your mother,
She's a good ol' soul
She's got a buckskin belly and a rubber asshole
The nipples on her tits are as big as my balls
But the stench from her pussy would make a dead man crawl
[billy bunter] - 10:57pm Sep 6, 2000 EST (#12 of 597)
anyone here have a comment on the new poet laureate of the USA appointed last month?
his name is Stanley Kunitz.
he was born in 1905. He is 95 yrs of age!
a poet laureate who is 95 years old! this must make the guiness book of records.
he was "interviewed" on the PBS Newshour program tonight.
p.s. i do not think he would appreciate some of the "poems" on this thread. 0:(
[natrona] - 07:32am Sep 8, 2000 EST (#13 of 597)
the stars from the porch
there once lived a wise man taught by world war
whose granddaughter, young and unlearned, thus far
would sit at his feet and hang on his word
his musical voice was all that she heard
he told her of fam'ly, loyalty, love
he told her of rightness and God above
but mostly he led her to reach with mind
she found him to be the tolerant kind
she listened well to his five-octave song
to cast off burden and do no one wrong
her best mem'ry of him was not of wars
but his rev'rence of God's luminous stars
he pointed to each one, quoting its name,
telling its story and what gave it fame
she thought him merry, a fountain of truth
later she blessed him for guiding her youth
she then did not know all ends at a length;
but looking back on his care gave her strength
may we be lit with our grandfather's torch
like as the star names we learned on the porch
[natrona] - 09:28am Sep 8, 2000 EST (#14 of 597)
1740
Famine in Ireland caused immigration
Exiting Europe became sensation
New Jersey Belgian glassblowers brought o'er
Commerce and class to America's shore.
England gave Georgia good growth deal makers;
Land charters grew to two thousand acres.
Massachusetts colony's new land loans:
Sterling for promises, bad for the bones!
[natrona] - 06:25am Sep 9, 2000 EST (#15 of 597)
o delicate bud when red petal crush't
in dying as life thy love's fragrance rush't
into his hand whose senses perfume rose
to kiss the tyrant who would thee dispose!
[natrona] - 06:27am Sep 9, 2000 EST (#16 of 597)
Going for visit, MIL's 80th bd. Back Sept 14.
Won't some of ye quip a little rime?
It takes a moment but is worth the time.
Cruel, but not unnecessarily so... [hoeker] - 08:06am Sep 9, 2000 EST (#17 of 597)
Angry red and shiny tight...
The pus filled blister festers, bright.
You squeeze and poke with all your might,
But still the zit lives through the night.
[natrona] - 07:41pm Sep 13, 2000 EST (#18 of 597)
through the cool of night, through the warmth of day
Dominique was left at the vet's to stay
white is her short coat, spotted with black paint
happy and trusting but she's never faint!
simple and cheerful as true friend can be
forever making assignments carefree
she takes face wrinkles and smoothes them down
she makes a smiley face out of a frown
think I will keep her providing that she
continues loving to come home to me
[natrona] - 08:56pm Sep 13, 2000 EST (#19 of 597)
serpentine waterway trapezoid field
rounded horizon hazily revealed
too many smokestacks pumping out potions
o'er all the lands and above the oceans
someone should stop up the spewers of fumes
the fallout that comes from poisonous plumes
descending to ending the earth we know
making mutant genes in all life below
watching meandering twists in the stream
floating above them in silvery dream
reading a paper decrying a leak
of sewer water gone into a creek
spreading a virus to innocent fish
killing their numbers; o how that i wish
that we'd be careful of our friends with scales
or we will make them extinct with the whales
more cities growing with each passing day
more angry folks yelling "out of my way!"
kindness and caring, the best religion
cannot restore the passenger pigeon
landing on runway and back to the earth
those smokestacks brought an idea to birth
one must take energy-conscious measures
to save earth and her numerous treasures
"That'll be five cents, please." [natrona] - 05:37am Sep 14, 2000 EST (#20 of 597)
paper pieces
books on the shelves
remind ourselves
we have access
to world success
and on the wall
we have it all
a photograph
depicting laugh
of past times when
one might have been
immortal one
in the mind spun
how all that ceases
as paper pieces
falling apart
replace the heart
as though they should
be all that would
make one a man
or make a fan
folded in lines
the world defines
its boundary
land of the free
what made it so
where did it go
to paper pieces
it never ceases
and yearly count
looks like a mount
upon the desk
in piles of stress
what does it show
numbers below
the bottom line
does it define
a person's worth
a living birth
or honesty
is freedom free
of bully boy
or girl like toy
one may not know
does mankind grow
'midst paper pieces
"That'll be five cents, please." [natrona] - 06:11am Sep 14, 2000 EST (#21 of 597)
...and by the way,
happy birthday
some time this week?
to hoeker, eek!
he said he'd be
hitting fifty
:)
older than dirt
(this space for rent) [Yang.] - 10:20am Sep 14, 2000 EST (#22 of 597)
---Temporal Reprieve---
Time is but an arrow, pointing to the future, but I might -
Yes, if I may - I'll aim Time's arrow backwards in the eve,
And then when morning's reached reversely, switch it right,
And let it tick all long the day, 'til once again it's night,
Then re-reverse it once again, and in this way deceive -
Yes - earn myself a permanently temporary temporal reprieve.
"That'll be five cents, please." [natrona] - 08:24am Sep 15, 2000 EST (#23 of 597)
1741
New Hampshire its own governor by crown
Is granted by English royals reknown
Pennsylvania, Moravians get
When Georgia loses their settlement bet.
"That'll be five cents, please." [natrona] - 10:25pm Sep 16, 2000 EST (#24 of 597)
svelte evening sky, rainbow colored with star
cheerfully twinkling through deep purple's cloak
o'er the valley sombre pastels stretch far
blended beauteously by great master's stroke
dusk's breathtaking majesty, above earth
sensate spirit, enchanted with eye's mirth
"That'll be five cents, please." [natrona] - 10:04pm Sep 18, 2000 EST (#25 of 597)
1742
Founder James Wilson was born to sign hence
The Declaration of Independence
And the United States Constitution;
Supreme Court Justice his contribution.
Cruel, but not unnecessarily so... [hoeker] - 10:07pm Sep 18, 2000 EST (#26 of 597)
Poor little darling, lying in bed,
In comes that SWAT Team, now you're dead.
Killed in the name of Trony's war,
Brought to you by Bush and Gore.
Trevor The Biker Dude @ theopinionsite.com [b-bart] - 10:20pm Sep 18, 2000 EST (#27 of 597)
I contemplate the fate of man
While I sit here grunting on the can
When all are gone, none left to see
Won't really matter that I can hardly pee
The fossilized remains all packed with dirt
A story untold how much that hurt
To pass a stone the size of a rock
Through that little tube in the end of my cock
"That'll be five cents, please." [natrona] - 10:25pm Sep 18, 2000 EST (#28 of 597)
(Honky tonk piano & wah-wah trumpet background)
Words by A. Hamilton
Now you say you lonely
You cry the whole night through
Well, you can cry me a river,
Cry me a river,
I cried a river over you.
Now you say you're sorry
For bein' so untrue
An' you can cry me a river,
Cry me a river,
I cried a river over you.
You drove me mad and drove me out of my head,
While you never shed a tear.
Remember, I remember all that you said,
'Tole me love was true for me an...
'Tole me you was..you an'..me an...
Now you say you loved me
Well, juss ta prove ya do
Go on an...
Cry me a River,
Cry me a River,
I cried a river over you.
snif, snif, snif
Cruel, but not unnecessarily so... [hoeker] - 10:27pm Sep 18, 2000 EST (#29 of 597)
Yup...
Compassionate conservatism in all of it's glory.
"That'll be five cents, please." [natrona] - 10:30pm Sep 18, 2000 EST (#30 of 597)
Hoeker doesn't rhyme or reason
At this time or any season
Takes a gut shot now and then
Looks & smells like Rin-Tin-Tin.
Cruel, but not unnecessarily so... [hoeker] - 11:02pm Sep 18, 2000 EST (#31 of 597)
Trony's wit is non-extant,
Bon mot? Repartee? Nope, she can't.
She brings naught but triteness squared.
Truly a case of "creatively impaired".
"That'll be five cents, please." [natrona] - 11:11pm Sep 18, 2000 EST (#32 of 597)
of course hoeker never errs</sarcasm>
goading others with his spurs
in his dank and smoky den
snaggle-toothed and poison pen.
Cruel, but not unnecessarily so... [hoeker] - 11:31pm Sep 18, 2000 EST (#33 of 597)
Like I said...
". . .all alone, with just the beat o'my heart!"!" [edrieanne] - 09:04am Sep 20, 2000 EST (#34 of 597)
ah, but tis the season droll
where often looked by young and old
within deep regions of the mind
to seek that something left behind
like fallen snow or solid rain
a thought awash and down the drain
"copyr. 2000, edrie blackwelder"
"That'll be five cents, please." [natrona] - 04:00pm Sep 20, 2000 EST (#35 of 597)
Oh, edrianne. Your verse is breathtaking!!! (taking deeeeeeep breath.) Truly beautiful!
And: Thanks to the Pathfinder staff for fixing the header that had my error of spacing in it until today. Beautiful!
in memory of my mother (missin' you on your 75th, mom.)
blue eyes' gleam twitter
red hair and passion
beauty's frail glitter
dear, ageless fashion
kinder than any
such was my mother
she had friends many
gave me my brother
she gave my dear dad
his raison d'etre
no wonder he had
many a fair day.
And the whole world lies sleeping [ex-glencarr] - 04:03pm Sep 20, 2000 EST (#36 of 597)
Nice stuff, Natrona & Edrie!
"That'll be five cents, please." [natrona] - 04:08pm Sep 20, 2000 EST (#37 of 597)
Thank you, ex-glen, so kind of you to say.
I think I know you have just made my day!
"That'll be five cents, please." [natrona] - 06:23pm Sep 20, 2000 EST (#38 of 597)
1743
Thomas Jefferson
Thomas Jefferson was born to compose
The Declaration of Independence.
'Twas his will crown's tyranny to depose
Giving us self-rule, no interference.
Further he proclaimed equal rights for all:
No favor by birth, wealth or status tall.
Third President, a Republican he
Made government serve Americans free.
[CedarRun] - 06:28pm Sep 20, 2000 EST (#39 of 597)
>Third President, a Republican he>>
TJ was a demmie, Natrona. This is why the democrats have Jefferson/Jackson dinners.
I walk in shadow and in light. [Pyrothius] - 06:36pm Sep 20, 2000 EST (#40 of 597)
Since this is supposed to be a PFZ, here goes...
Darkness lies in the heart, An abandoned country of despair, The killing cold of winter's frost, The deadly fragrance of
midnight air.
And yet, the light, beautiful, pure, Lies in all these places too; As simple as the cosmos, As complex as the morning dew.
These places are within us all, Although we may not think it true, And no matter how we may deny it, There is nothing
we can do.
For we are human, made of darkness, Like the blackest shadows of night, And we are human, made of brightness, Like
the sun's blazing light.
[CedarRun] - 06:44pm Sep 20, 2000 EST (#41 of 597)
Cold Sores
From a beginning as pustules of yellow and rose,
they soon carpet your lips and envelope your nose.
Ooozing and fenestrating, they burn, itch and smart,
and wait to be transferred to the next body part..
[CedarRun] - 06:53pm Sep 20, 2000 EST (#42 of 597)
Abcessed Molar
First the pressure, like the weight of a train.
Then white-hot agony that sears through your brain.
Infection run rampant every barrier crosses.
Fit punishment for he who neither brushes nor flosses.
[CedarRun] - 06:59pm Sep 20, 2000 EST (#43 of 597)
Chronic Warts
One day your skin is so shiny and smooth.
The next, it is covered with wee fleshy buttes.
Neither burning nor cutting will separate them from you.
Your only recourse is to use Compound W.
[CedarRun] - 07:55pm Sep 20, 2000 EST (#44 of 597)
My Renal Asteroid Belt
(With a nod to bbart for inspiration in #27...)
Slowly they circle in my nephral region
carooming off vessels, leaving small leisons.
waiting only for a reduction in my hydration,
to drain through the outlet and begin laceration.
Here is one now, I can sense that it's coming
through the small tender tubes, lancing and plumbing.
Oh my, but it pains!! And I can't call it back.
It seems to be the type that is shaped like a jack..
arrrrrrrugh~~!
"That'll be five cents, please." [natrona] - 08:17pm Sep 20, 2000 EST (#45 of 597)
#39
"TJ was a Demmie"
CedarRun, if you think so, please contact the curator at the Monticello museum! They have erroneously been telling
people in his biography this statement:
"In 1796, as the presidential candidate of the Republicans, he became vice-president after losing to John Adams by 3
electoral votes."
Again, as in my post #38 at 6:23, that address is :
http://www.monticello.org/resources/people/biography.html
I know you will want them to correct their ages-old mistake and fill in your revelation at their website.
"That'll be five cents, please." [natrona] - 07:17am Sep 21, 2000 EST (#46 of 597)
1742
Spaniards raid peaceful Georgian villages
War with England, excuse for pillages
1743
Oglethorpe retaliates with attack
On Spaniards for getting them off his back
He taught them lesson near St. Augustine
Bloodiest foray that they'd ever seen.
". . .all alone, with just the beat o'my heart!"!" [edrieanne] - 07:37am Sep 21, 2000 EST (#47 of 597)
HOW DO YOU GET THE RETURN TO WORK!!!
[I see Pyrothius has same problem as I do!]
Thanks, Natrona, it's nice to meet others that think in pentameter!!
If I can dig out some of my good stuff, I'll run it by yall - am getting ready to publish some in the next 6 months -
want to fill in some wholes. Would prefer not to have ALL dark stuff!
Enjoying the thread - even the bodily functions prose is amusing (if not disgusting!!)
Way to go, Py!! Poet after mine own heart!
Homage to your mom is beautiful, Natrona!
"That'll be five cents, please." [natrona] - 07:53am Sep 21, 2000 EST (#48 of 597)
edrieanne, good morning.
Again, I have webtv, but after a line put < br > sans spaces for a return.
Hope it works for you if not, hit the "help" button above, and there are some pointers there for people with
computers on htmls.
Thanks.
"That'll be five cents, please." [natrona] - 07:54am Sep 21, 2000 EST (#49 of 597)
Oh, also--for two spaces, do the (br)(br) thingy replacing < for the ( and > for the ).
[Rocket Man 57] - 08:10am Sep 21, 2000 EST (#50 of 597)
there once was a shrubya named bush
who bungled 'bout "major league" tush
he only won texas
went home in his lexus
right after the people helped push
[Rocket Man 57] - 08:18am Sep 21, 2000 EST (#51 of 597)
there once was a goober named "dick"
who none really wanted as pick
big money, big oil
a festering boil
in fact you could say he's a prick
". . .all alone, with just the beat o'my heart!"!" [edrieanne] - 08:21am Sep 21, 2000 EST (#52 of 597)
Natrona, thanks, I'll try it.
Rocket, it's nice to know the limerick is alive and well in 2000! !lol!
"That'll be five cents, please." [natrona] - 08:32am Sep 21, 2000 EST (#53 of 597)
I think Rocket Man has a brain,
Using it is not much a strain
We may not agree much,
But he is at least such:
The first to get out of the rain.
Thanks, RM, for your brilliant verse. You have true language ability, IMHO!
". . .all alone, with just the beat o'my heart!"!" [edrieanne] - 08:33am Sep 21, 2000 EST (#54 of 597)
Alafaya (on the death of a foal)
and
Martin
Tiny hooves in winged flight
Dancing softly through the night
Far above the earth you're bounding
Way beyond the clouds surrounding
All the universe you see
Gentle one, now running free
Would that I with you could be
Would you could come back to me
"copr. 1988, edrie blackwelder"
". . .all alone, with just the beat o'my heart!"!" [edrieanne] - 08:38am Sep 21, 2000 EST (#55 of 597)
Thanks, Natrona, it works!!
"That'll be five cents, please." [natrona] - 09:09am Sep 21, 2000 EST (#56 of 597)
Edrieanne, to get the © symbol on my keyboard, hit & hold "alt" and hit "g". I wonder if alt works on your computer
too? If so, problem solved!
And, BTW, precious, your foal one ©1988.
:)
". . .all alone, with just the beat o'my heart!"!" [edrieanne] - 09:13am Sep 21, 2000 EST (#57 of 597)
she was - only graced the barn for 3 1/2 months - but left an impact on all who knew her! Thanks, I'll try the
keystroke, too.
Nite until tomorrow (or later tonite!)
[CedarRun] - 10:09am Sep 21, 2000 EST (#58 of 597)
"In 1796, as the presidential candidate of the Republicans, he became vice-president after losing to
John Adams by 3 electoral votes.">>
Natrona: You might want to consider reinforcing your understanding of political party names with a little
perspective on the history of the parties. Regardless of his stature as a futuristic thinker, it would have been
difficult for Jefferson to run in 1800 or 1804 on the ticket on a party that would not be created until 1854, as was the
current GOP.
>http://www.historyguy.com/party_histories.html>>
Now, please stop violating the "politics free zone" spirit of this thread...
Cold Sores Redux
In a little hidey-hole at the base of my spine,
lives Herpes the virus, destroyer divine.
Most of the time its a coward, it's face it won't show,
it always waits till my resistance is low.
With angry red blotches, my mouth it does pepper,
till I'm shunned by all like a infectious leper.
It stings and it burns and makes us unsightly,
till it succumbs to the Blistex that I apply nightly..
I walk in shadow and in light. [Pyrothius] - 10:37am Sep 21, 2000 EST (#59 of 597)
My heart is shattered
My soul is tattered
My body is battered
On the rocks of hate
My heart is gifted
My soul is lifted
Because through the sands I sifted
On the shores of love.
copyright 2000 Floyd L. Tullis II
"That'll be five cents, please." [natrona] - 03:24pm Sep 21, 2000 EST (#60 of 597)
Pyrothius, good quote. But your own #40 is brilliant. Thank you for sharing.
"That'll be five cents, please." [natrona] - 03:50pm Sep 21, 2000 EST (#61 of 597)
o innocent sky free from cloudy frown
in thy depth is peerless robin's egg blue
horizons are lighter than eiderdown
thy bold radiance in temperament true
clear, cool patience in dream wafting above
the song of thy soul touch many down here
and sharing invincible winds of love
with aesthetics of thy sweet atmosphere
I walk in shadow and in light. [Pyrothius] - 04:14pm Sep 21, 2000 EST (#62 of 597)
Natrona, number 59 is mine as well...
[CedarRun] - 06:11pm Sep 21, 2000 EST (#63 of 597)
Gingivitis (I Remember Apples...)
I am now at the age where my gums are receding,
This would not trouble me so, if they'd only stop bleeding.
My roots are exposed, great white shining spikes,
It will soon be my lot to forever gum and not bite.
[CedarRun] - 06:12pm Sep 21, 2000 EST (#64 of 597)
Fungal Infection of the Toenail
As I put my shoes on to go to the store,
I noticed my big toe was swollen and sore.
Green oozing fluids from the edge of the nail,
I looked on in horror, I trembled, grew pale.
To the podiatrist I ran, limping and grim,
in desperate fear I might lose a limb.
Anesthesized was I, through unconciousness' vale,
and awoke to find out I had but lost my nail.
[CedarRun] - 06:13pm Sep 21, 2000 EST (#65 of 597)
Rhino-Specific Polyps
I can't breathe!! I lamented, all fearful and froze
There is some sort of something blocking my nose!
I tried Sinex and Vicks, euclalypus drops too.
In my desperate attempts to help air to get through.
Gasping and gulping, to the doctor I flee.
"My node is nawt wooking, you must hep me pweeze!!"
He removed 14 polyps, with skill and precision.
And several large gnats I must have inhaled when last fishing.
I feel better now...
"That'll be five cents, please." [natrona] - 06:27pm Sep 21, 2000 EST (#66 of 597)
#62 Pyrothius.
Wow! 59 is yours? It sounds so whole and professional, I was certain it was a quote.
I still liked the earlier one a little bit better, though. <g>
First Aid Kit
bandaids, fungicide,
alcohol, peroxide,
bandaids, tape, clean gauze,
First Aid Book, Safety Laws,
mouth wash, cough drop,
antiseptic itch-stop,
cotton balls, caladryl,
repellent, pain pill,
matchbox, creme for throat,
universal antidote,
unguentine, snake bite kit,
sunburn cream, splints that fit,
shock blanket, tourniquet,
(goodness, we're not finished yet!),
aspirin, antacid
(that will make ya real placid),
tylenol, hand soap,
wash cloth, tying rope,
CPR, Mouth-to-Mouth:
So our owies will go south!
I walk in shadow and in light. [Pyrothius] - 06:30pm Sep 21, 2000 EST (#67 of 597)
I'm currently trying to hammer out a contract to have my poems (150 of them, to be exact) published. And those two
I have written here were spur-of-the-moment writings; I post something I have really worked out later.
"That'll be five cents, please." [natrona] - 06:56pm Sep 21, 2000 EST (#68 of 597)
Wow, Pyrothius! Hope ya make a mint on your poems! e me the publisher info when it's ready, would you? I'd love a
copy!
books
books stacked on every wall makes my house home
I like to take one with me when I roam
through someone else's eyes
perspective gets a size
naught's better than imagination's tome.
I walk in shadow and in light. [Pyrothius] - 07:05pm Sep 21, 2000 EST (#69 of 597)
You'll here about it, Natrona. Believe me...
The autumn wind is blowing
Lightly through your hair
As you walk through the fields
Full of fragrant air.
A harsh winter's wind blows
Through a broken man's dreams
I am lost in the darkness
Of the damned, it seems.
But when together, you and I
Prevail at every turn,
And sit together in the night
And watch a new flame burn.
For my wife
copyright 2000 Floyd L. Tullis II
"That'll be five cents, please." [natrona] - 07:09pm Sep 21, 2000 EST (#70 of 597)
#69 Pyrothius
Wow! Lucky Mrs. Tullis! If that is a sample, I have a whole book of love poems by known authors, and not one single
one of them is that good.
I think I'm gonna faint!
:)
"That'll be five cents, please." [natrona] - 08:17pm Sep 21, 2000 EST (#71 of 597)
meanwhile, back in Dodge...
1744
France and Spain sign Compact against the Brits;
War in colonies escalates to fits.
Iroquois treaty, (Ohio to give)
The colonists more land on which to live.
Collegium Musicum, Bethlehem,
Symphony orchestra for all of them
Gives rise to musicians and composers
The people were happy; no more dozers!
Trevor The Biker Dude @ theopinionsite.com [b-bart] - 11:49pm Sep 21, 2000 EST (#72 of 597)
I search for words but my mind is blank
If I had an engine I'd turn the crank
Try as I may to my distress
The words won't come; I need some rest
If only my thinking would produce something sound
I could put it into words the next time around
All I get is a lot of shit
No one cares whether I am lit
The drugs I consume give rise to thought
It was I who said they should be bought
Now the words just roll from fingertips
As I pound this keyboard it comes to grips
With the idea that only I can know
The chosen ones still have to grow
Their little minds and shriveled dicks
All of those fat assed chicks
The brain dead comments so proudly spouted
The thoughtless process so highly touted
Were they to pay for what they spout
Their bankrupt souls would no longer shout
A whimper heard from beneath a rock
Another turd has ran out the clock
When you are no more and left to rot
"That'll be five cents, please." [natrona] - 06:53am Sep 22, 2000 EST (#73 of 597)
1745
Louisbourg is taken by Pepperell
Thus St. Lawrence River is controlled well
From Albany to Maine, the French fight back
With many a New York and Maine attack
Montesquieu's Spirit of the Law is read
In the Boston Gazette, where they are led
To understand checks and balances good
If government is doing what it should
Twenty-two New World newspapers exist
People there illiteracy resist
Franciscan fathers record history
Of men in the Texas territory.
love, be my light from now on [natrona] - 11:47am Sep 22, 2000 EST (#74 of 597)
love, be the light of my life
when the world turns away, keep me from strife
keep me in tenderness' sway
when people hate, keep their darkness away
love, be my hope and my heart
when I awake, come and be my day's start
love, be in me the soft word
to cheer another who sorrow has heard
love, be the note in my soul
that will bring music to make someone whole
sharing the song in my breast
sweetening someone to bring out their best
love, be the swift in my feet
taking me far from the haters I meet
place me in love's caring arms
that defends us from all this old world's harms
love, be the touch in my mind
teaching me how every act to be kind
sharing the love that is here
giving me strength that abolishes fear
love, be my way,
love, be my heart,
love, be my light, from now on!
love, be my light from now on [natrona] - 08:43am Sep 23, 2000 EST (#75 of 597)
1746
English Parliament establishes line
Massachusetts, Rhode Island to define
In Savannah, Georgia, carpenter's strike
Their pay is not exactly to their like.
". . .all alone, with just the beat o'my heart!"!" [edrieanne] - 01:56pm Sep 23, 2000 EST (#77 of 597)
Goodygal2, You'll make it through!
ItÕs not in the landing
When flying, IÕm told.
But rather the memory
To share when weÕre old
It isnÕt perfection
Or every mistake
But the life that weÕre living
The risks that we take
And some reach much farther
And look to the sky
And fail much more often
As More did they try
But watching them fall
Is the hardest you see
But letting them try
Is just setting them free
For greatness of spirit
Comes easy for some
And others keep trying
Until the jobÕs done
And lessons we learn
As we pass down this way
Is learning to love
While still giving away
To stumble and fall
And then rise up again
Until somewhere inside
They will find you, my friend
That throughout it all
Your love still remained
While letting their spirits
Live free and unchained
It isnÕt mistakes that we make
That all count
But lessons we learn
In the total amount
Of living and laughing
And sharing our tears
Of lives fully lived
Thoughout all our years
May God, Allah, the Great Spirit and ALL bless you!
It's Polly by golly! [goodygal2] - 02:05pm Sep 23, 2000 EST (#78 of 597)
Edrieanne--
Beautiful words which I feel deep inside,
They made me smile even while I cried
Polly
". . .all alone, with just the beat o'my heart!"!" [edrieanne] - 02:24pm Sep 23, 2000 EST (#79 of 597)
Polly
your words so touched
my heart felt pain
your tears you shared
and so we gain
dear friend, we see
your heart held close
far greater pain
much more than most
these trials you bear
for love of two
the gift of life
so wondrous, true
yet not unscathed
you trod this way
love without limits
bids your heart stay
For two are blessed
the best of bad worlds
for solid support
when reality swirls
but knowing that anchor
is bound up with love
and watched ov'r all
by the spirit above
bless you and trust in powers stronger than mere mortals - patience and love - may they be your safe harbor.
(check profile and e-me for telephone # if you like)
". . .my eyelids are up, I MUST be awake!" [edrieanne] - 01:56am Sep 24, 2000 EST (#80 of 597)
It's coming nigh on two>
this board is gonna die
It will not let me post
No matter how I try
So data it must test
I know it's gotta crash
and dump out all the rest
of junkposts in a flash
So quickly I will hit
my little enter key
and see if this thing dies
or take this post from me!!
11:58 Pacific Coast Time
". . .my eyelids are up, I MUST be awake!" [edrieanne] - 01:58am Sep 24, 2000 EST (#81 of 597)
It's coming nigh on two this board is gonna die It will not let me post No matter how I try
So data it must test for junkposts in a flash and dump out all the rest I know it's gotta crash
So quickly I will hit my little enter key and see if this thing dies or take this post from me!!
11:58 Pacific Coast Time
love, be my light from now on [natrona] - 10:24am Sep 24, 2000 EST (#82 of 597)
Polly, it's so good to see you again, and bless Edrieanne for her lovely words of comfort.
I have 2 kids, both now in their 30s. Both were in the intellectually gifted category, especially the younger. When
the eldest decided he would outdo kid #2, he began working his heiney off in school & became both salutatorian of
his graduating class of 600 in '86. Whereupon kid #2 decided to be the opposite but landed in the top 10 anyway. The
problems were (1) Up yours, anyone in authority, (2) How far may the rules be pushed to drive parents, the
authorities, etc, to drivel, and (3) If it's there and not supposed to be done, do it, and if anyone cares, #(1)....
Heeheehee. Kid #2 is now a cop and deals every day with kids#2. Kid #1 pitched all his intellectual accomplishments
out the door his second year into his Phd program and got religion. He's a bible thumpin' Baptist, and he pities his
dum ol' stolid Presbyterian family, without realizing our love for God is real, just not out on our sleeves as is his more
obvious religion.
Anyway, our kid #2 reminds me of your two, and was enough to help me respect anyone with a kid who tried
everything there is to try out there.
Later on, you just have to remember the cute little rounded hand that placed a clover blossom on your lap with big,
round, loving eyes, and whose chest swelled up when you put a blue ribbon on the world's weirdest art on the
refrigerator door, biting lower lip and wondering if yer fake smile is honest or sacrilege.
I'm just grateful for the privilege of having had both of them, in spite of the fact I felt like the least qualified parent
ever put on this planet to handle 2 bubbleheads, one with a photographic memory, and one with true clinical animal
magnetism.
love, be my light from now on [natrona] - 04:14pm Sep 24, 2000 EST (#83 of 597)
writer's block
mind lock
tick-tock
may as well
play some rock.
". . .my eyelids are up, I MUST be awake!" [edrieanne] - 01:43am Sep 25, 2000 EST (#84 of 597)
{Tapping and on podium: Aaaaannnd, a ONE and a TWO and a ONE and a TWO.........]
Just trying to find
the start of my day
won't somebody please
throw some coffee my way
my nites are short
but the day's too long
just wonderin' the heck
where do I belong
Hey make it strong
and make it black
hand me that pillow
and cut me some slack
for my body is achin'
as my head falls back
somebody hand me
that liquid jack!
to raise my bones
up outta this bed
can somebody tell me
if I'm livin' or dead!!
COFFEE!! COFFEE!
coffee I need
COFFEE!! COFFEE!
It's nature's "speed"
Oh guess I'll give in
and jump start the day
won't SOMEBODY PLEASE
send some coffee my way!!
"copr. 2000: edrie blackwelder
". . .my eyelids are up, I MUST be awake!" [edrieanne] - 08:11am Sep 25, 2000 EST (#85 of 597)
WORKIN' MAN'S[WOMAN'S] RAP! Pt. II
One cuppa, two cuppa,
three cups, MORE
better brew it stronger
'fore this face hits floor
eleven hours, twelve hours
almost done
when the clock strikes eight
then I'm gonna RUN
out through the parkin' lot
into the truck
if I don't cut it fast
then I'm gonna get stuck
with another site, another shift
I know I ain't free
'cuz my danged ol' boss
is a lookin' for me!
yo, we're shorthanded
and I know you want thuh cash
so here's the address
can you make it there fast
So brew me the coffee
and send me on my way
I'm up and I'm headin'
in to work another day!!
"copr. 2000: edrie blackwelder"
If the times they are a-changing, I'll take 5 PM [streamline] - 09:09am Sep 25, 2000 EST (#86 of 597)
The frustration of a New York Mets fan
Is watching them play as only they can
Atop the NL East they strive
To push Atlanta to one side
Those pesky Braves have all the pitching
Maddux’s cool leave most batters twitching
Tom Glavine’s heat is rising and swift
Mike Piazza’s stance will slowly shift
Then Derek Bell will have to pound
The ball straight at the lofted mound
While Alfonzo stretches out a double
And Leighter keeps them out of trouble
And when they’re done, begins the test
When the season ends and they both head west
To San Francisco and Saint Lou
Where they play on, while the others are through
". . .my eyelids are up, I MUST be awake!" [edrieanne] - 09:19am Sep 25, 2000 EST (#87 of 597)
GO METS!!! Nite all, until 10pm west coast time!!
love, be my light from now on [natrona] - 12:08pm Sep 25, 2000 EST (#88 of 597)
Kewl, Peter. I hope you send that to your esteemed team! Betcha it'd make their day!
the trial in contest for excellent team
to know luck uncertain; practice, supreme
it takes grueling work in sporting games
proficiency wins, while indolence blames
Clean minds, clean bodies... take your pick. [MsRobbie] - 06:01pm Sep 25, 2000 EST (#89 of 597)
THE ROSE
Today looks, smells, and feels just like it did nine years ago. I know, because this date nine years ago is etched into my
brain forever. Every detail of it is recorded. I know how the leaves looked, turning color for autumn. I know how soft
the air felt. I know the sky was blue and cloudless then, as it is today.
Just before 1:00 today I walk along the short path, then down a half-dozen stairs, to a particular bench on the ship
canal, the bench on which Jim sat when he shot himself. Each year for the last nine years I've sat on that bench, on
that spot, at 1:00, which is when he pulled the trigger. Today, however, four men are sitting there having what
appears to be a deep conversation. I am momentarily taken aback, but take the bench to the right of the stairway
hoping they'll leave. They don't.
I watch the ducks take off from, and land on, the water. I watch a couple of tug boats moving through the canal,
headed for Puget Sound. I try to connect with Jim there, as I've done in of previous years. I can't.
At one minute before one, I walk over to where the four men are sitting, apologize for intruding, and say I just want
to stand there, at the rail facing the water, my back to them, for a couple of minutes. They nod, then continue their
conversation. I try again to connect with Jim and again I can't. I turn, nod to the men, and leave.
I drive to the south end of Lake Union and park at the Center for Wooden Boats, amazed to find my choice of parking
slots in this usually crowded lot. I walk down the path to the long pier, carrying one perfect long-stemmed red rose,
my annual offering to Jim's memory. I walk nearly to the end, then take the last ramp down to one of the finger
piers that rest on the water. I walk to the end of the finger pier, looking down into the water at the place we
scattered Jim's ashes. The water laps against the pier and the boats on either side of the pier.
Each year for the past nine years I've done exactly this. Each year, as today, I take in deeply the fragrance of the
rose, give the rose a kiss, and toss it into the water. Because weather such as this is produced by a high pressure area,
winds are out of the north and tend to blow the rose back under the boats, despite my encouragement to the rose to
float north, out into the lake. Today the winds are calm; I send the rose on its way and it floats out. I am pleased, until
I remember that I've always whispered "I love you" to Jim as I've kissed the rose and didn't do so today. I wonder how
I could forget to say that to him today.
I watch, and the rose continues to float out into the lake. I go back up the ramp to the main pier which is higher, and
continue to watch the rose make its slow ride on the water toward the middle of the lake. The sun sparkles and
shimmers on the water, making the little waves appear to dance. I am about to leave when the rose turns from its
position sideways to me and shows me its full face. In the few minutes it has been in the water, it has changed from
being fairly tight to far more open. It shows itself to me openly, petals perfectly coiled and swirled. The red is a
beautiful contrast with the blue water and the golden sparkles of sun.
A sailboat has passed, and now its slight wake reaches the rose. The rose turns sideways again as it takes the bounce,
still heading for the middle of the lake. I watch a few minutes more as it bobs on the wake, happy to see the wake is
not pushing it back toward shore. It bobs as each new pulse reaches it but holds its place. Goodbye, I think, and turn
to leave. I'm surprised as I realize I've shed no tears through any portion of this ritual.
I wonder whether I will need to do this again next year, or if I've finally appeased the grief gods.
RSW 09/25/00
love, be my light from now on [natrona] - 06:12pm Sep 25, 2000 EST (#90 of 597)
Ms.Robbie, you just added a fragrance to the spirit of every person here, as with the wise and enriching touch of one
who with strength, has helped others conquer pain.
@->--->--
Thanks for making us all richer.
And the whole world lies sleeping [ex-glencarr] - 06:30pm Sep 25, 2000 EST (#91 of 597)
Touching, Ms R. Every Sept. 15th, I take a swim in my pool no matter how cold the water. Even when it's raining. Just
my way of saying, "I miss you with all my heart."
It's Polly by golly! [goodygal2] - 08:22pm Sep 25, 2000 EST (#92 of 597)
Edrieanne and Natrona --
Thank you both for your comforting, sweet words of encouragement. I am a little put out with myself for putting
such personal thoughts "out there", particularly when they have such a self-pitying flavor. Thanks for the
understanding.
Robbie,
What a beautiful description of the permanent ache left to the living after suicide. Although I can't come up with
proper wording to express my admiration for your strength (and your ability to describe the ongoing emptiness),
my heart goes out to you, and I hope the grief gods are appeased. May only good things come your way between now
and next September 25.
[whatsupchuck] - 08:54pm Sep 25, 2000 EST (#93 of 597)
I had to de-lurk just long enough to thank Robbie for sharing her moments of the day so beautifully.
Longfellow once said, "Well has it been said that there is no grief like the grief which does not speak."
I hope that the telling of your story serves to diminish your pain.
And now, back to lurk mode. For now... *smile*
". . .my eyelids are up, I MUST be awake!" [edrieanne] - 10:03pm Sep 25, 2000 EST (#94 of 597)
MsRobbie,
no greater tribute can be given than to share the memories of your love. May your heart remember the joy while
the pain subsides. The beauty of ritual is when it is no longer "necessary" then its meaning is incorporated into your
heart. The fragrance and meaning of the rose has become part of your spirit. Next year, you may be amazed to find
that this day has slipped in among the others, quietly, to allow you to move on. May you find peace in knowing that
Jim has. Bless you.
Goodygal2,
please don't feel that you were wrong to cry out in your difficult time. Self pity and selflessness are two entirely
different states of being. Yours is the later. You travel a road that few can even BEGIN to imagine. Few can
understand. You have my deepest admiration and respect. Yours is not an easy road, either!
It's Polly by golly! [goodygal2] - 10:03am Sep 26, 2000 EST (#95 of 597)
Edrieanne--
Thanks again. I surely don't deserve admiration and respect, but I will soak it up and use it to keep trying, anyway!
The road isn't always easy, but it's not always as bad as my little tirade would have one believe, either. I think I keep
forgetting that things DO always get better. Thank you for your encouragement!
love, be my light from now on [natrona] - 10:07am Sep 26, 2000 EST (#96 of 597)
morning sun brightening lined curtains drawn
waking hearts, with the cheerful hope of dawn!
lighten up all the passing days gone by
close the door to things that we know not why
new day bring us joy, for things we hold dear
like the first of spring, brings us always near
to the ones we love, to their caring arms
of the here and now, where there are no harms
recounting, it's wise, to put off till last
all the days gone by, stationed in the past
hope that in this hour, we do what we can
living for today, candles for the fan
lighting someone's fire, bringing others hope
it is given us and within our scope
courage to renew, to begin the day
setting a new goal puts the wraithes away
love, be my light from now on [natrona] - 10:28am Sep 26, 2000 EST (#97 of 597)
So glad to be joined by Polly, edrieanne, ex-glencarr, whatsupchuck, and other "lurkers"
danke schoene
And the whole world lies sleeping [ex-glencarr] - 12:39pm Sep 26, 2000 EST (#98 of 597)
Polly you deserve all the admiration & respect given you. You're one of the nicest people to post here!
Clean minds, clean bodies... take your pick. [MsRobbie] - 01:13pm Sep 26, 2000 EST (#99 of 597)
Natrona, Glencarr, GoodyGal, Whatsupchuck, Edrieanne... thank you all so much for your sweet words. And thank you
for providing me a place in which I felt safe enough to write that piece. Your responses mean a lot to me.
Ol'Perf [Ol'Perfesser] - 06:47pm Sep 26, 2000 EST (#100 of 597)
Beautiful prose, Robbie, macushlah...
Your mention of appeasing the grief gods reminded me of this passage from Byron's poignant "We'll go no more
a-roving":
For the sword outwears its sheath,
And the soul wears out the breast,
And the heart must pause to breathe,
And love itself have rest.
Time to let your heart pause to breathe, and your love have its rest...*hug*
If the times they are a-changing, I'll take 5 PM [streamline] - 07:05pm Sep 26, 2000 EST (#101 of 597)
I've laid in a healthy supply of booze.
The Mets and Braves are on television.
The boyz from Flushing must refuse to lose
Or else they'll blow the f*cking division!
If the times they are a-changing, I'll take 5 PM [streamline] - 08:47am Sep 27, 2000 EST (#102 of 597)
Five games to play and then no more
The Mets need win but one
To clinch the Wild Card and move along
Or join the Phillys of '64
love, be my light from now on [natrona] - 06:07am Sep 28, 2000 EST (#103 of 597)
Degenerate man, who hath earned disdain
No wonder she disregardeth thy pain
Amusement, hers, surely, no holy oath
Sole in thy thought, so voidless as be loath
Little she dread, for she is sure at ease
No pity thee, if thou deservest tease
Thy sorrow dread reprieve she thinketh right
For it endure with all Gibralter's might!
If the times they are a-changing, I'll take 5 PM [streamline] - 08:20am Sep 28, 2000 EST (#104 of 597)
Mets win!
They're in!
Cruel, but not unnecessarily so... [hoeker] - 01:52pm Sep 28, 2000 EST (#105 of 597)
Here I sit, broken hearted...
It's Polly by golly! [goodygal2] - 03:36pm Sep 28, 2000 EST (#106 of 597)
Hoeker,
...Finish, please, what you've started...
love, be my light from now on [natrona] - 07:26pm Sep 28, 2000 EST (#107 of 597)
#103, was my playful response to poem of yesteryear by Sir Thomas Wyatt:
Behold, Love, Thy Power
Behold, Love, thy power how she despiseth!
My great pain how little she regardeth!
...The holy oath, whereof she taketh no cure,
...Broken she hath; and yet she bideth sure
Right at her ease and little she dreadeth.
Weaponed thou art, and she unarmed sitteth;
To the disdainful her life she leadeth,
...To me spiteful without cause or measure,
......Behold, Love.
I am in hold: if pity thee moveth,
Go bend thy bow, that stony hearts breaketh,
...And with some stroke revenge the displeasure
...Of thee and him, that sorrow doth endure,
And, as his lord, the lowly entreateth.
......Behold, Love.
365 LOVE POEMS, Compiled by John Gabriel Hunt, p. 201, © 1993 by Outlet Book Co., Inc, Barnes & Noble, New York
Poor, Hoeker, what is the matter with you today?
stoptime [stoptime] - 07:30pm Sep 28, 2000 EST (#108 of 597)
Yeats, I think (memory went a long time ago):
"Wine comes in at the mouth,
Love comes in at the eye,
That's all we'll know for truth,
Before we grow old and die."
love, be my light from now on [natrona] - 08:14pm Sep 28, 2000 EST (#109 of 597)
...I lift the glass to my mouth, I look at you, and I sigh.
http://www.bartleby.com/147/42.html
:)
love, be my light from now on [natrona] - 08:29am Sep 29, 2000 EST (#110 of 597)
the gentleness borne of wisdom
is recommended way
the kindness that from discipline
should guide us every day.
what earthly thing distracts mankind
from doing honest deed?
boastful, untoward ambition
false to the truth is greed
gentle wisdom from above, pure
eludes our earthly sight
peace that passes understanding
will make our actions right.
Based on James 3:13-17, THE NEW OXFORD ANNOTATED BIBLE, 1991, Oxford University Press, Inc., 200 Madison Avenue, New York,
NY 10016.
love, be my light from now on [natrona] - 09:23am Sep 30, 2000 EST (#111 of 597)
yesterday
extended work an hour more
to help people who need
the key turns gently, locking door
when finished, ev'ry deed
the sun is lower in the west
than quitting time at five
and umbral forms at its behest
somehow are long but live
for autumn leaves of gold are blast
on skateboards of the wind
pestering passing shadows cast
by sunset at day's end.
the magic image followed me
reverbing in my soul
such cheerful, happy reverie
fall leaves that twist and roll
and hitting pillow with a smile,
my daily service done
enchantment's dreams danced for a while
till rose, the wak'ning sun
love, be my light from now on [natrona] - 07:48am Oct 1, 2000 EST (#112 of 597)
the wailing, whirling, and invasive winds,
on pretty autumn's invitation list
scouring the rounded foothills' scrubby floor
relentless searching of ill-fated tryst
happy times of falltime's warm dividend
blowing certifies her luckless end
devious lover whipping imbricate sands
into sigils negating love's demands
love, be my light from now on [natrona] - 11:14am Oct 1, 2000 EST (#113 of 597)
footprints
his footprints are dear to me
that loveth good and kind
I touch to make them near to me;
waves wash them from my mind
love, be my light from now on [natrona] - 12:39am Oct 3, 2000 EST (#114 of 597)
aurora borealis
Wierd streams of light
not evening sun
shining from site
though source were none
the grey and blue
dark cloud meringue
striations flew
austerely lang
and just as fast
as they were here
they fade at last
and disappear
love, be my light from now on [natrona] - 05:16pm Oct 3, 2000 EST (#115 of 597)
bounding white puppy
cheerful anticipation
four big polka dots
love, be my light from now on [natrona] - 09:59am Oct 4, 2000 EST (#116 of 597)
snow clouds upon the mountain
with freezer status wind
stop ye the crystal fountain
lest it next spring need mend
behind, be left the jejune,
the chilling and the cold
for I shall fly away soon
for leaves of red and gold
away, o lonesome prairie
away, o howling gale
I do not long to tarry
in winter's heinous bale
If the times they are a-changing, I'll take 5 PM [streamline] - 10:04am Oct 4, 2000 EST (#117 of 597)
Wither baseball on Tuesday night?
The debate held all networks in its hand.
No tube could show the Yankee’s plight;
T’was an ugly civics lesson plan
love, be my light from now on [natrona] - 08:03am Oct 5, 2000 EST (#118 of 597)
Boston traffic could be finer
Though I would not be a whiner
Pay two bucks to see this sight:
Eight lanes became two last night!
love, be my light from now on [natrona] - 10:44pm Oct 7, 2000 EST (#119 of 597)
in Boston there was no baked bean
there was no pie of Boston creme
nor was a lobster in a pot
so why we went has been forgot
in Salem, palm readers have rooms
and witches tell of many dooms
for twenty souls were hanged or burnt
for sins uncertain, sins that weren't
New England's fall should be her glory
but her brick halls hold freedom's story
and on her cemeteries' stones
are heroes praised above their bones
love, be my light from now on [natrona] - 08:38am Oct 8, 2000 EST (#120 of 597)
words fail to praise the autumn sky
that arcs above the race
John digitized natural gifts
in pixeled cyberspace
love, be my light from now on [natrona] - 09:10pm Oct 10, 2000 EST (#121 of 597)
on vacation, in a slump
it is now time for a bump
Student Of It All [ElPrimo] - 11:07pm Oct 10, 2000 EST (#122 of 597)
Just for you , Natrona
Count the bodies the kooks all said....That Clinton is a killing
They jumped right in and lies they spread ...Like Swine that were a swilling
They even said his mom had killed....When she worked as a nurse
And Billy Boy has kept it up....And made it even worse
Now their eyes did light and teeth did nash....As they thought of ways to hurt
But though they worked so long and hard....He stayed above the dirt
They fumed and fussed and screamed ’unfair’....That he was loved by most
And when the ‘lection smoke had cleared....Their candidate was toast
They hung their heads and cried out loud....And shook away the tears
Cuz then they realized he had won....And they’d suffer four more years
But hope eternal blinds the truth....And lends men’s hopes to soar
And now the lies they tell themselves....That Bush will defeat Gore
That Americans will turn their backs….They’ll choose a weak willed son
Of a man from whom they walked away….And said his work was done
But America’s day is not complete….A world leader it still will be
They'll help the folks who are in need....and clean the land and sea
So they’ll choose to go on forward….with Al Gore a’holt the reins
For he has courage, looks and style….To go with all his brains
[CedarRun] - 01:22pm Oct 11, 2000 EST (#123 of 597)
Bromodrosis
What is this odor that I sense, it's nature putrid-sweet?
Oh my, I now realize its coming from my feet...
Between the toes, within the socks, encased in musty shoe
Lives a smelly, oozing reservoir of gummy residue.
[CedarRun] - 01:22pm Oct 11, 2000 EST (#124 of 597)
Scat
I once had a dog named Scat.
Ever chance I got, I sicced him on the cat.
[CedarRun] - 01:23pm Oct 11, 2000 EST (#125 of 597)
Dallas-Fort Worth Eyes
You say that you are looking at me, but how can I know its true?
When one of your eyes faces longitude 84 W and the other 82?
I love you still. I always will. Your way, your smile, your mirth.
With your one eye fixed on Dallas. And the other on Fort-Worth.
[CedarRun] - 01:23pm Oct 11, 2000 EST (#126 of 597)
Deviated Septum
Nose of mine.
As our fortune carries us together down the line.
Of all the things I wish for and all I might be hopin'
Above all, I wish you didn't have just one barrell open..
[CedarRun] - 01:24pm Oct 11, 2000 EST (#127 of 597)
Lightnin'
We had an old coon dog named Lightnin'
Long gone were his days of scrappin' and fightin'
No more treein' and bawling with a bark and a woof
Just spends most of his time sleeping on top of his coop.
Official eChampion, per Jim Nicholson. Mom is so proud. [hoeker] - 01:26pm Oct 11, 2000 EST (#128 of 597)
Cedar Run...
With your one eye fixed on Dallas. And the other on Fort-Worth.
Homer and Jethro, right?
[CedarRun] - 01:42pm Oct 11, 2000 EST (#129 of 597)
>Homer and Jethro, right?>>
Wow.. If it is, I didn't know about it. I first heard the phrase Dallas-Fort Worth eyes back in the 70's. I took it and made
my own little poem..
It does sound like them though, come to think of it.
I loved Homer and Jethro.
Official eChampion, per Jim Nicholson. Mom is so proud. [hoeker] - 01:58pm Oct 11, 2000 EST (#130 of 597)
The yeller rose of Texas,
She's the cutest on this earth.
Her right eye looks at Dallas,
Her left one at Ft. Worth.
Chorus:
Her skin is red and fuzzy,
And looks just like a peach.
I looked her over from head to toe,
And she had one of each.
love, be my light from now on [natrona] - 08:34am Oct 13, 2000 EST (#131 of 597)
out of the abyss a mass of emotion
orders air currents and those of the ocean
maestro of music makes melodies many
rising and falling with rhythm aplenty
not known to conscious as only the simple
may access force of whose world is his temple
truth, chastised severely as haughtily foes
chain virtue to crosses as prime of life goes
squandered on creatures surreptitious of soul
whose wantage has such a corporeal goal
birds warble their thanks to our God in the air
reproving arrogancy's obvious glare
love, be my light from now on [natrona] - 10:21pm Oct 13, 2000 EST (#132 of 597)
1747
South Carolina exports indigo
For English cloth of blue calico
have to run, finish this some other time... *sigh*
love, be my light from now on [natrona] - 01:03am Oct 15, 2000 EST (#133 of 597)
yea in affliction, pain, trial, and woe
power and strength through the intellect flow
the weary, the downtrodden and the faint
encumbered by cares and suffering's taint
shall soar on eagle's wing with renewal
shall be revered as a precious jewel
Based on Isiah 40:29-31, The New Oxford Annotated Bible, NRSV, New York, Oxford U Press, p 919, 1977.
[Garthim Master] - 02:59am Oct 15, 2000 EST (#134 of 597)
Sometimes I set the evil one free. Because Im in love with the devil, and she's in love with me. And I go, and I go
away.
I walk in shadow and in light. [Pyrothius] - 06:18am Oct 15, 2000 EST (#135 of 597)
The blue sea laps up
The tasteless blood of heroes,
The bright yellow sun burns down
And eases some of our sorrows.
Senseless violence, undue haste,
Have laid many a family to waste
And darkest deeds of evil hate
Deliver our loved ones to Heaven's gate
Trivial matters, unseen hands,
Have colored the waters red;
But in living in light and in goodness
Do we truly remember our dead.
In memory of our fallen aboard the USS Cole.
I walk in shadow and in light. [Pyrothius] - 05:40am Oct 16, 2000 EST (#136 of 597)
In darkness is the perfect truth,
For all eyes are blind.
In light, there is absolute truth
That darkness leaves behind.
And so, I walk in shadow and in light,
The sun and the moon light my way.
And I make it through the night
To another imperfect day.
love, be my light from now on [natrona] - 05:55am Oct 16, 2000 EST (#137 of 597)
Pyrothius, the beauty of your expressions ...
second to none.
Thanks for your generosity in sharing.
I walk in shadow and in light. [Pyrothius] - 06:17am Oct 16, 2000 EST (#138 of 597)
Thank you.
I walk in shadow and in light. [Pyrothius] - 07:09am Oct 16, 2000 EST (#139 of 597)
Wings of despair flap in the night
As haunted dreams come forth in the Child
And a cold wind blows with full might
In the forest wild.
Wings of hope flutter bravely
As the Boy awakes to find
That he has been mistaken, gravely;
The world has not left him behind.
Wings of love beat strongly
As the Man looks to his wife,
Feeling that she has rightly, not wrongly,
Given him a much fuller life.
Wings of death twitter sleepily
As the Elder sits and prays,
Knowing that he has, rather creepily,
Seen the end of his days.
Wings of grace stroke the air
As the Ancient breathes his last
And swoop from Heaven, to take him where
He shall find his peace at last.
love, be my light from now on [natrona] - 07:45am Oct 17, 2000 EST (#140 of 597)
to Pyrothius
take heart, o friend, for the morass
of troubled waters sure will pass
and in its place
the goodly face
of comfort for thy wisdom's class
:)
love, be my light from now on [natrona] - 08:59am Oct 17, 2000 EST (#141 of 597)
there is comfort from the shunning
by the blindness of hate's cunning
for a glimpse, a ray of radiant, cheering light
for fear's constant confrontations
sets it into undulations
and consoling charm arrives from goodness' might
if I could return a favor
it would be in favorite flavor
of the person who adheres to what is right.
[CedarRun] - 09:53am Oct 17, 2000 EST (#142 of 597)
OCD
I've turned all the nickles Monticello side up.
I have to, else all the handles will fall off my cups.
I've just washed my hands, scrubbing hard at the skin.
In four and one half minutes, I will do it again.
There are germs everywhere, I know that there are.
On the doorknob, the mailbox, inside of the car.
In the vegetable soup my sister is cooking.
They're hiding and lurking. They think I'm not looking.
The only way I know to ward off all disease,
is to face SSW, stand on my toes and count to sixty six by threes.
I don't expect you'll agree, let alone understand.
Say, is there a sink somewhere close by? I must wash my hands..
[CedarRun] - 09:55am Oct 17, 2000 EST (#143 of 597)
My Moustache Is Alive (Haiku)
Wiry curling hairs
Reach up inside of my nose
I wish they'd stop it
[CedarRun] - 09:56am Oct 17, 2000 EST (#144 of 597)
Arithmetic Dog
My Dad's cousin Floyd was the first one who saw
that our old beagle Snort had a thorn in his paw.
We held him down and used tweezers, it was painlessly done.
Now he now longer goes 'round picking up three and carrying the one..
[CedarRun] - 09:56am Oct 17, 2000 EST (#145 of 597)
Rooting Out The Fonk
I had a mastoidectomy, and after stitches were applied.
It left a narrow crease behind my ear where fonk can easily hide.
So, every night before I sleep, before I go to bed.
I pull my ear way forward and scrub back there till it's red.
"I will get the job done." - George W Bush [natrona] - 07:56am Oct 19, 2000 EST (#146 of 597)
1746
English Parliament was led to define
Massachusetts-Rhode Island bound'ry line.
Savannah carpenters go on a strike
For better conditions and a wage hike.
"I will get the job done." - George W Bush [natrona] - 07:59am Oct 20, 2000 EST (#147 of 597)
1747
New Jersey's Presbyterian classes
Teach conservatism to the masses.
College of New Jersey is now begun;
Eventually they move it to Princeton.
South Carolina exports indigo;
England needs the dye for blue textile show.
New York Bar Association gets start;
They lead the effort in the Stamp Act thwart.
One thing for sure, dubya don't lubya. [lucky085] - 08:01am Oct 20, 2000 EST (#148 of 597)
Rose are red
Shoes are brown
Gore will win
And Bush will frown
"I will get the job done." - George W Bush [natrona] - 12:00pm Oct 22, 2000 EST (#149 of 597)
1748
English Parliament hastens to levy
Indigo tax with a hand so heavy
King George's War ends with Aix-la-Chapelle
Restoring the colonies e'er so well.
Traders Thomas Cresap and Hugh Parker
Reach Ohio country's bound'ry marker
Draper's Meadow was found for to reside
First whites west of Allegheny Divide.
To sin by silence makes cowards of men.-A. Lincoln [natrona] - 08:57pm Oct 27, 2000 EST (#150 of 597)
The leftist camp
Should never fret
Their spins have left them
Desperate.
Perma-Grave
"...hippie-green-druggy- granola-woodstoch-hairy-incense loser..." - Magorskorkowskeevay
[hoeker] - 09:01pm Oct 27, 2000 EST (#151 of 597)
You'd compromise your principles,
Over hate for the man from Hope.
To remedy the malady
You'd have us elect a dope.
Gore for Four!
To sin by silence makes cowards of men.-A. Lincoln [natrona] - 09:44pm Oct 27, 2000 EST (#152 of 597)
Now Hoeker--
My guy is a heavy hitter
Your guy's 'bout to be a quitter.
So why the fuss?
Why the twitter?
Your Gore's already
A well-done fritter!
Shurma Blaze
And the whole world lies sleeping [ex-glencarr] - 10:01pm Oct 27, 2000 EST (#153 of 597)
Hard Choices
Clinton's going away soon
News that makes me swoon
Not all thrilled with Bush
but he beats Gore's mush...
To sin by silence makes cowards of men.-A. Lincoln [natrona] - 08:11pm Oct 28, 2000 EST (#154 of 597)
Whence wax and wane the ghosts of town?
Who haunt the hillsides up and down?
They close the street
That slippered feet
Wouldst safely fill a pumpkin's crown.
To sin by silence makes cowards of men.-A. Lincoln [natrona] - 11:24am Oct 30, 2000 EST (#155 of 597)
Time is wastin',
Hop in car!
Still the coffee's
In the jar.
To sin by silence makes cowards of men.-A. Lincoln [natrona] - 04:47pm Nov 1, 2000 EST (#156 of 597)
Arioso amethyst symphony
Somber composition of summer past
Portamento, purple Persephone!
Roundelay echo minstrel mountain hast.
Habitual Protestor [The mighty Red] - 09:24pm Nov 1, 2000 EST (#157 of 597)
Your mama is so big and fat that she can get busy/with twenty-three burritos/but times are rough/I saw her in the
back of Taco Bell with handcuffs----The Pharcyde
To sin by silence makes cowards of men.-A. Lincoln [natrona] - 12:24am Nov 3, 2000 EST (#158 of 597)
marine prayer
navy water of retrospection's hue
when stabilized refracts reflection true
break not the spirit but heal sincere soul
comfort the kindly against harsh patrol
Taking the least travelled road ... [natrona] - 05:55pm Nov 4, 2000 EST (#159 of 597)
one needn't crown with jewels
nor gold a store to buy
but practice truthful teachings
to hold one's head up high
All lose in war; all win in peace. [natrona] - 08:24pm Nov 5, 2000 EST (#160 of 597)
unameter
dance!
sing!
prance!
ring!
chance!
bring!
France!
fling!
All lose in war; all win in peace. [natrona] - 08:20am Nov 7, 2000 EST (#161 of 597)
A prayer for the nation
We thank thee Lord for friend and foe
Who votes his heart that voting show
A tally of the people's mind:
May he that wins thy mercies bind.
May little child nurtured in home
Be loyal to thy holy tome
That teaches fairness in the land
Which from the first, was in thy hand.
May this millenia always be
Prosperous in its liberty
No matter what morrows revolve
The problems of the world to solve.
Give ye to them of little trust
A mind of faith, which is a must
Deemed by the founding fathers past
For freedom to forever last.
"So lock up your daughter, lock up your wife, lock up your back door, run for your life...the man is
back in town, s'don't you mess around..." [hoeker] - 10:22am Nov 7, 2000 EST (#162 of 597)
A prayer...
Please god. Make Trony stop praying at me.
Amen
All lose in war; all win in peace. [natrona] - 07:04pm Nov 8, 2000 EST (#163 of 597)
vive verset of votary vatic
beneath the pale moon up in the attic
sly vulpine pack, so vestigial of past,
howl the sage sayings and long shadows cast
not ever knowing what meanings they say
baying the gilt orb till the break of day
where is the holy one who wrote the scripts?
lost in the humor that fox pack encrypts
All lose in war; all win in peace. [natrona] - 10:00pm Nov 8, 2000 EST (#164 of 597)
one more thread sewn in a square
such that corners meet
square to square sewn into one
cov'ring infant head to feet
one more block of half-squares made
flying geese join the parade
colors pleasing every one
make for others warmth with fun!
All lose in war; all win in peace. [natrona] - 10:18pm Nov 8, 2000 EST (#165 of 597)
evening shades of black and cerulean
hover on horizon's frozen foothills
nature's unspeakably hostile duty
that summer's infestation winter kills
how would the clean air ever be fresher
if from the compass' vertex no cool bles't
earth in its season, time of aurora
borealis watching o'er the cold fest
All lose in war; all win in peace. [natrona] - 12:00am Nov 9, 2000 EST (#166 of 597)
The hour is late and it is time To fluff the pillows and quit this rhyme.
g'nite, all.
All lose in war; all win in peace. [natrona] - 08:14pm Nov 9, 2000 EST (#167 of 597)
angry masses, vote miscounts
what is that which truth discounts?
wait a minute, wait a week
Flor'da's poll is such a freak
All lose in war; all win in peace. [natrona] - 07:28am Nov 10, 2000 EST (#168 of 597)
1749
New Hampshire Governor Benning Wentworth
Grants land for Bennington, Vermont's town birth
The only trouble with this selfish quork
Is found that same land is claimed by New York.
All lose in war; all win in peace. [natrona] - 07:27am Nov 11, 2000 EST (#169 of 597)
1749
Two hundred thousand acres, Ohio,
Granted to Ohio Company for
New settlement of English immigrants
With fort to guard them at the frontier's door.
All lose in war; all win in peace. [natrona] - 08:48pm Nov 11, 2000 EST (#170 of 597)
the mighty fires that slash and burn
consume the heart and make it turn
against the hateful, swearing mind
who seeks out ev'ry loving kind
Don't blame me, I voted for Gore. [hoeker] - 09:07pm Nov 11, 2000 EST (#171 of 597)
Definitely an improvement over the history lessons...
Glad that I could inspire you to excellence.
All lose in war; all win in peace. [natrona] - 01:50pm Nov 13, 2000 EST (#172 of 597)
In Michigan are many loons,
Personages of many tunes
And now, all I would ask of thee,
Of all you coulda picked, why me?
Don't blame me, I voted for Gore. [hoeker] - 03:47pm Nov 13, 2000 EST (#173 of 597)
Your mindless rants upon arrival,
Gave me reason to conclude,
You had no substance to contribute,
And so the merriment ensued.
'Twas such good sport to burst your bubbles
Pouring rain on your parade.
It soon became so clear to me,
Your intellect was a charade.
[glherter] - 03:56pm Nov 13, 2000 EST (#174 of 597)
Haiku for an Ingrown Toenail
Curls hard in a circle
Cutting cuticle so deep
Red hot agony
[glherter] - 04:00pm Nov 13, 2000 EST (#175 of 597)
Haiku for an Impacted Wisdom Tooth
Skull splitting pain bolts
Infected near bursting point
Think I might throw up
All lose in war; all win in peace. [natrona] - 04:50pm Nov 13, 2000 EST (#176 of 597)
Mr. Hoeker.
And what of your dense cerebellum?
Is it composed of weedy vellum?
Pretensing genius when a fool?
For oft you follow shouting's rule.
It also seems that you can spell.
Though you refuse to argue well.
You're way too quick to persecute
With inappropriate refute.
You often rant lines too abusive,
Which come across as gauche, obtrusive.
How you religion miscontrue,
When state believer describes you!
I saw you say some time ago
(As though the ladies needed know)
At any rate, I saw you swear
That 'neath your kilt's no underwear!
So, naughty boy, you cannot hide
The fact that you have too much pride.
But I admit, at least in half,
You do give other folks a laugh.
All lose in war; all win in peace. [natrona] - 07:10am Nov 14, 2000 EST (#177 of 597)
1749
Ohio company, granted charter
From King George Second's generous larder
They get five hundred thousand acres more
Along upper Ohio River's shore.
All lose in war; all win in peace. [natrona] - 07:16am Nov 14, 2000 EST (#178 of 597)
1749
Solid English territorial aim
In Nova Scotia's new settlement claim
Twentyfive hundred colonists think facts,
Entrust their lives to Brit, Lord Halifax.
All lose in war; all win in peace. [natrona] - 07:29am Nov 14, 2000 EST (#179 of 597)
1749
Colony of Virginia grants a test
Eight hundred thousand acres to the west
To settlement by Loyal Company
A challenge to tame wild territory.
All lose in war; all win in peace. [natrona] - 07:51am Nov 14, 2000 EST (#180 of 597)
1749
Philadelphia is the chosen town
To start theatrical group of renown
Actors Walter Murray and Thomas Kean
Did entertain their friends in word and scene.
Their first was the Elizabethan play,
Richard the Third. It lit New England's way.
All lose in war; all win in peace. [natrona] - 08:08am Nov 14, 2000 EST (#181 of 597)
1749
The English Parliament to Georgia gave
Revocation of ban to own a slave;
Imparting misery to fellow man,
They forgot why they first set up the ban.
Oh, greed, thy evil clutches blind weak man
And cause him dead man's walk in his soul's span.
All lose in war; all win in peace. [natrona] - 12:35pm Nov 14, 2000 EST (#182 of 597)
1749 - (University of Pennsylvania's origin)
In Philadelphia, twenty-four men
Formed an academy knowledge to win.
Ben Franklin's pamphlet suggested this school;
They taught charity and the golden rule.
All lose in war; all win in peace. [natrona] - 12:56pm Nov 14, 2000 EST (#183 of 597)
1749
Ohio Land French thought Brits were poaching
Their territory with much encroaching;
De Bienville erected signs them to warn
That the land was French, stay out you foreign!
All lose in war; all win in peace. [natrona] - 01:03pm Nov 14, 2000 EST (#184 of 597)
1749
Alas, it was a year of sun and draught
It turned New Englander's lives inside out;
They had little water, could not grow hay
They had to import it from far away.
Don't blame me, I voted for Gore. [hoeker] - 01:03pm Nov 14, 2000 EST (#185 of 597)
*barf*
All lose in war; all win in peace. [natrona] - 01:11pm Nov 14, 2000 EST (#186 of 597)
1750
For liberal cov'nant, he gave no hoot,
So Jonathan Edwards received the boot!
He left Northampton Church's ministry
For the frontier's Stockbridge, home of the free!
All lose in war; all win in peace. [natrona] - 01:14pm Nov 14, 2000 EST (#187 of 597)
*what flop-eared puppy says*
[CedarRun] - 06:37pm Nov 14, 2000 EST (#188 of 597)
Sail Dog
Our dog, ran out of luck
Jumped the fence, got smished by a truck
Three days in the sun, all dried out and pale
Flick him backhanded, see how he sails...
[CedarRun] - 07:06pm Nov 14, 2000 EST (#189 of 597)
Kiss The Shovel..
Winter day, minus 20 I swear
Little Willy, took us up on our dare
Put your lips on this shovel, we said with a smirk
Go ahead, do it. What could it hurt?
The next twelve hours, Willy sat with a candle
gently warming the metal, as he clung to the handle
His lips were welded to the icy cold metal
We sat and we giggled, what a half witted fellow!
[CedarRun] - 07:06pm Nov 14, 2000 EST (#190 of 597)
A Poem, by Orville Perch (Age 9)
I throwed a spider in the air
It came down in my Sister's hair
She screamed and ran and told our Mom
I'll fix her, next time a bomb..
[CedarRun] - 07:07pm Nov 14, 2000 EST (#191 of 597)
Haiku For Ear Hair
When I was twenty
I had none of this damn stuff
Now it's everywhere
[CedarRun] - 07:07pm Nov 14, 2000 EST (#192 of 597)
Eye Fonk Limerick
The fonk in the corner of my eyes
Gets all crusty as soon as it dries
It falls from my face
Gets all over the place
Looks like little slivers of overcooked french fries
Don't blame me, I voted for Gore. [hoeker] - 07:50pm Nov 14, 2000 EST (#193 of 597)
Now that's poetry...
Bodily fluids, and biological function. The stuff of life.
All lose in war; all win in peace. [natrona] - 10:38am Nov 16, 2000 EST (#194 of 597)
Yeah, Snake Snot, that's you, Mr. H.
All lose in war; all win in peace. [natrona] - 10:42am Nov 16, 2000 EST (#195 of 597)
1750
British Parliament passes their Iron Act
So complacency could remain intact.
They banned colonial mills making steel
For our country's progress they had no feel;
Rolling and sheeting mills, without a doubt,
Any competition would be put out!
Of course, in the deal there was just one fly;
They'd take all the raw iron in our supply.
Train us and pain us and vainly drain us
They from profit sure meant to restrain us.
Taking and breaking and not giving back
No representation, except for flack.
No wonder our patience was pushed too far,
Leading to revolutionary war.
[CedarRun] - 11:16am Nov 16, 2000 EST (#196 of 597)
Thank You Hoeker for the inspiration to continue.
And so I shall...
Hangnails
I guess it's indiputable
That I have ripped my cuticle
Hanging chads of painful skin
Bleed, come loose and make me wince
[CedarRun] - 11:17am Nov 16, 2000 EST (#197 of 597)
My New Wart (haiku)
Rising like a butte
Disfiguring my nice nose
The next ugly wart.
[CedarRun] - 11:17am Nov 16, 2000 EST (#198 of 597)
Cyanoacrylate Tragedy
It really is regrettable
My cat thought it was edible
Its teeth now welded tight and true
It ate a tube of super glue.
Poor cat..
[CedarRun] - 11:18am Nov 16, 2000 EST (#199 of 597)
Cerumen
It grows in my ears all sticky and tacky
And itches and drips and just drives me wacky
It pops and it gurgles and causes distress
I must get a q-tip and clean out this mess
[CedarRun] - 11:20am Nov 16, 2000 EST (#200 of 597)
The Carbon-Dated Squirrel (Hold Your Nose and Hand Me That Shovel..)
Its been dead now for ages, for so very long.
Been through rigor mortis, gassification, swelled to bursting and beyond.
Wee chunks of ripe flesh and islands of fur
Now mark this place where a squirrel once were.
All lose in war; all win in peace. [natrona] - 10:36pm Nov 17, 2000 EST (#201 of 597)
1750
Conestoga wagons first appearing
In Pennsylvania fullness nearing;
Newlyweds leave as the land is taken
With hearts of hope and a will unshaken!
Off to Ohio, New Hampshire, Vermont,
Kentucky, Maine, or wherever they want!
A new life's awaited; they went full-tilt,
Conestogas loaded, and mama's quilt!
I might be moving to Montana soon, just to raise me up a crop o' dental floss... [hoeker] - 11:07pm
Nov 17, 2000 EST (#202 of 597)
Tracing circles in the pool
Of emesis on the floor.
The peurile pap has made me wretch
From sick-sweet poetic bore.
Affectation rules the day;
The art is not extant.
The lame attempt to educate
Comes off as a vapid rant.
[CedarRun] - 01:59pm Nov 18, 2000 EST (#203 of 597)
That's beautiful, Hoeker.
Mind if I try and put a melody to it?
It really deserves one.
What page are you on in your almanac now, Nats?
[CedarRun] - 01:59pm Nov 18, 2000 EST (#204 of 597)
That's beautiful, Hoeker.
Mind if I try and put a melody to it?
It really deserves one.
All lose in war; all win in peace. [natrona] - 08:54pm Nov 19, 2000 EST (#205 of 597)
Cedar Run -The entry explaining the Conestoga wagon is in THE ALMANAC OF AMERICAN HISTORY by Arthur M.
Schlesinger, Jr. on page 91 as follows:
Transportation.... "During this decade, the Conestoga Wagon, which is suitable for frontier travel, first makes its
appearance in the Pennsyvania colony.....facilitate(s) the settlement of western territories."
Two years ago, someone brought in 3 or 4 Conestoga Wagons and ran tourists in them to our downtown area using
four Percherons or other draft horses each. The venture only lasted during the tourist season, which here is very
short (June, July, and August.) The venture was not successful, because tourists generally are more interested in
getting to Yellowstone and the Grand Tetons, not following the Oregon/Mormon trails around the Oil Capital City of
the Rockies. They were beautiful wagons, and their maker even crafted wooden connecting screws and made them
the same way they were made from the beginning. We found a model of a Conestoga Wagon at a craft store and put it
in our display window that year. One recent summer the Mormons celebrated a centennial or a susquecentennial of
their migration through our state to get to Utah (Mormon Trail). A large number of them died near Independence
Rock of fever. We have a lot of streptococcus-type sore throats here, and it used to take a lot of lives before we got
penicillin. The Mormons used hand carts to carry their goods across the plains, which was a little slower than
Conestogas.
Hoeker, I'll be happy to stop the historical poetry if you will stop your rhetorical vomiting. I wasn't much interested
in history until 1989, when I began work on a pair of theme quilts entitled "Aesthetics of All God's
Children--Children of the World and World Adventure Cruise Applique Album Quilts," which took 600 hours to
assemble information from various library sources, and 3 years to finish the first quilt. The second quilt was never
finished, because someone stole 7 of my completed quilt blocks before I could put them in my quilt. Nevertheless, my
son and I applied for and received copyrights to the books back then, and we still sell them in the shop. Visitors
seeing the children and costumes, especially doll enthusiasts (and others who have traveled extensively and seen
native European, Asian, African, Australian, South American, and North American cultural attire) like instructions
to make their own family such an heirloom.
Anyway, I wasn't trying to make you sick, I was trying to teach me American History, since I wasn't very much
interested when I took classes in it in high school.
I'm sorry I offended your more refined senses, Hoeker.
"Doctor please, some more of these...outside the door, she took four more..." [hoeker] - 09:44pm Nov 19,
2000 EST (#206 of 597)
This is all prose and poetry, Trony...
Don't take it too seriously. That can lead to all sorts of problems - psychologically speaking. I see the little digs and
comments you make about me elsewhere, and I fear that you're taken in by the prospect that your words here may
have some significance. Let me assure you that they do not.
All lose in war; all win in peace. [natrona] - 06:43am Nov 20, 2000 EST (#207 of 597)
Well, Hoeker, I'll leave the "prose and poetry with words that have no significance" to you and your buds & galpals
from now on.
Your overbearingly hateful words may not mean anything to you, but psychologically speaking, they're deleterious
to those who think people mean what they say. I'm sure you have some rationalization for your nastiness, but I don't
think I want to know what that is.
"Doctor please, some more of these...outside the door, she took four more..." [hoeker] - 09:53am Nov 20,
2000 EST (#208 of 597)
Whatever...
And I wonder day to day
I don't like you anyway
I don't need your sh*t today
You pathetic in your own way
I feel for you
better f*ckin' go away
I will behave
I'm doing the best I ever did
I'm doing the best that I can
Now go away
I don't need to fantasize
You are my pets all the time
I don't mind if you go blind
You get what you get
Until you're through with my life
- Godsmack
All lose in war; all win in peace. [natrona] - 02:40pm Nov 21, 2000 EST (#209 of 597)
OK, Mr. Smarty
Where's the poem party?
You hated how I mixed it
Now's your turn to fix it.
What--art thou afeard?
Why's not thy line appeared?
My poems may not be a sensation,
But I got much determination!
Hoeker, you're actin' humble
Whassa matter you? Afraid to rumble!?
"Doctor please, some more of these...outside the door, she took four more..." [hoeker] - 03:10pm Nov 21,
2000 EST (#210 of 597)
Stuff it, Trony...
Take a hike.
Give the stuff a well-earned rest.
I'll not heed
Your challenge, lame,
Nor create at your behest.
Inspiration
Can't be forced.
A point that seems elusive.
Kindly bite me
In the rear.
Don't be so obtusive.
All lose in war; all win in peace. [natrona] - 03:12pm Nov 21, 2000 EST (#211 of 597)
Go ahead, you silly man, flee!
You can't perform? Then don't blame me!
Edit: And while we're on the subject of rhyme
Growth in usage takes some time.
But if you wait too darn long
This thread gets Dave's good-bye gong.
"Doctor please, some more of these...outside the door, she took four more..." [hoeker] - 03:14pm Nov 21,
2000 EST (#212 of 597)
"...can't perform..."
Is that what the old man tells you?
Try taking a shower.
All lose in war; all win in peace. [natrona] - 03:19pm Nov 21, 2000 EST (#213 of 597)
I think you like being abusive.
Why Hoeker, would you be intrusive?
Some things are not for your suggestion.
Surely you just have indigestion.
"Doctor please, some more of these...outside the door, she took four more..." [hoeker] - 03:23pm Nov 21,
2000 EST (#214 of 597)
I'm an egotism deflator, Trony...
My job is to assure that you're not becoming too full of yourself.
BTW...seems you've discarded your idiotic "Rah-rah, Boy George" rhetoric on the other threads. It's definitely an
improvement.
All lose in war; all win in peace. [natrona] - 06:08pm Nov 21, 2000 EST (#215 of 597)
"I'm an egotism deflator, Trony..."
Oh brother, what a phony.
You mean that you're a bully
For, I understand that fully!
"My second favorite state - intoxicated."
Oh, brother, yourself you've overrated!
What you mean is you've a strudel
In your most unpleasant noodle!
So to continue in your fable you
Want someone to enable you.
hahahahahahahahahahah!
"Doctor please, some more of these...outside the door, she took four more..." [hoeker] - 06:27pm Nov 21,
2000 EST (#216 of 597)
The only thing I care for less...
Than your pedantic noise,
Is a festering boil upon my cheek
That makes me lose my poise.
A monstrously huge and hot carbuncle
Upon my wizened face
Is all that sounds a least as bad
As your foul-breathed embrace.
All lose in war; all win in peace. [natrona] - 06:56pm Nov 21, 2000 EST (#217 of 597)
lol - Hoeker
And to reach that slight delusion,
Pray what caused you such confusion?
Was it glue that you were sniffing,
Or is this your day for spliffing?
By the way you loathe your pimple,
You should give it hygiene simple.
That's your upper lip you're smelling
Think you should keep to your spelling.
Good night!
"If God Had Meant for Us to Vote, He Would Have Given Us Candidates." - - salon.com [Rhiannon] -
08:36pm Nov 21, 2000 EST (#218 of 597)
Yesterday
This election seemed so far away.
Now it's dragging on for days and days
They'll count those votes in many ways.
Suddenly
All these chad are hanging over me.
There's a ballot lying on the floor.
Was it for Bush? Was it for Gore?
Why'd we have to vote?
I don't know, it's so unclear
Do we even know
If our votes will count this year...ear...ear...ear...
Yesterday
Gore was leading so pronouncedly
Now he's hinging on legalities
Oh yesterday went suddenly.
Why'd George have to be
Such a dense, affable bore?
His verbal inability
Sent my vote for Albert Gore...ore...ore...ore...
Yesterday
I was watching CNN all day.
Now I've got to get some sleep and stay
Away from this unending fray.
Away from this un...end....ing fray!
:)
"Doctor please, some more of these...outside the door, she took four more..." [hoeker] - 08:54pm Nov 21,
2000 EST (#219 of 597)
I have no pimple, Trony...
Don't be so friggin' dense.
You take this all too lit'rally,
Please use some common sense.
The metaphors and symbols
Are used to illustrate
My disdain for your drivel.
Must I reiterate?
All lose in war; all win in peace. [natrona] - 09:23pm Nov 21, 2000 EST (#220 of 597)
Lit'rally? Dense? Common Sense?
Bwahahahahahahahahah!
Well, I certainly did snooker
Your perception, Mr. Hoeker!
For to see your irritation
I must say brings me elation!
For if you disdain my "drivel,"
You have no need to snivel;
That is why computers have a scroll-down key.
Simply use it if a "wizened" one you'd be.
"Doctor please, some more of these...outside the door, she took four more..." [hoeker] - 10:22pm Nov 21,
2000 EST (#221 of 597)
You don't "irritate me", Trony...
You don't mean enough to me to cause irritation. You provide me with another outlet for my verbal creativity, and I
do appreciate that. You've got a series of concentric circles painted on your forehead.
Bang.
[Avenging Tony] - 10:30pm Nov 21, 2000 EST (#222 of 597)
and your boys consider you a hot thang
but a word to the wise
It is you that many blacks despise
You say it's okay
We know what's ya problem
You're in love with OJ.
"Doctor please, some more of these...outside the door, she took four more..." [hoeker] - 10:35pm Nov 21,
2000 EST (#223 of 597)
Thanks, Tone...
You've demonstrated that you have virtually no skills whatsoever. Couple that fact with your despicable racism, and
it's doubtful that you have any redeeming qualities at all.
Go hate some more. It's your life.
[Avenging Tony] - 10:39pm Nov 21, 2000 EST (#224 of 597)
...but it wasn't OJ's knife
Can ya feel my rap...it's similar to wu tang
No, you're white...it's a black thang
Afro-American poets
We have our own "modo"(spanish)
Step aside hoe, I'm a bad mutha
"Doctor please, some more of these...outside the door, she took four more..." [hoeker] - 10:56pm Nov 21,
2000 EST (#225 of 597)
You're bad all right, Tone...
Take a bath, dude.
Your skin's turning purple.
[Avenging Tony] - 11:05pm Nov 21, 2000 EST (#226 of 597)
...that's not a sin
The fact that my skin has melanin
You see....this is something I know..
..that a lack of melanin is called an albino
blonde hair and blue eyes.....it's not formal
they lack color
...it's not normal***giggle***
"Doctor please, some more of these...outside the door, she took four more..." [hoeker] - 11:08pm Nov 21,
2000 EST (#227 of 597)
I knew you couldn't rhyme "purple"...
Now, get your over-melanin-ed self back in the shower. You aren't clean yet.
All lose in war; all win in peace. [natrona] - 09:51am Nov 22, 2000 EST (#228 of 597)
bicycle on lady's fan
scrolls rococo in a plan
kings and queens and knaves galore
see them scattered on the floor
cousins, friends around them toil
citing some wisdom from Hoyle
never mind the unromance
outside of a game of chance
sadly I see jokers gaze
lost within the land of plays
as life passes they denied
satisfaction justified
All lose in war; all win in peace. [natrona] - 07:34pm Nov 23, 2000 EST (#229 of 597)
1751
Ben Franklin thought a uniting plan prime
To give to Albany Congress in time.
Parliament passed down the Currency Act
Banning paper money here as a fact.
All lose in war; all win in peace. [natrona] - 09:16pm Nov 23, 2000 EST (#230 of 597)
feathered friend draped in black and white raiment
rent for his air space, splendor his payment
spreading the wings of his penniform cape
chasing boredom from the drab winterscape
All lose in war; all win in peace. [natrona] - 06:56am Nov 24, 2000 EST (#231 of 597)
What? No billets-doux from Hoeker today?<g>
What can one say? Except Hip, hip, hoo-ray!
Perhaps a clement soul he'll be
When he gets tired of cruelty.
"Because it's all about comida de nana. So , let's go, funky-junkies! Turtle Wa-a-a-a-ax..." [hoeker] -
06:54pm Nov 24, 2000 EST (#232 of 597)
God, what a simp!<g>
From what I understand of Trony's protocol, it's OK to say anything you like, no matter how vile or inappropriate, as
long as it's accompanied by a "<g>".
All lose in war; all win in peace. [natrona] - 09:21pm Nov 24, 2000 EST (#233 of 597)
Hoeker's spinning
Is always ongoing,
No matter how whacky
Or just plain unknowing.
e.g.:
billets-doux = sweet words = vile and inappropriate.
pffffffffffffft!
"I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing 'til they got ahold of me..." [hoeker] - 09:28pm Nov 24, 2000 EST
(#234 of 597)
I was speaking in general, you idiot...
Your inane <g>s are sprinkled throughout your blatherings on this forum. Your hint at some perceived ignorance
about your simple scribblings is quite misguided. You're about as shallow as they get around here. Stick to your
history-onics.
All lose in war; all win in peace. [natrona] - 11:08pm Nov 26, 2000 EST (#235 of 597)
birds warbling their sound,
musical trills, sung in the round
rainbow on the wind
flapping its wings doesn't rescind
God's gift to the world
penniform art, sequined and pearled
soaring and dipping and rising and plunging to earth
one stays in nest to keep eggs warm until there is birth
then feed them till grown
teach them to fly all on their own
letting the young go
is all their parents need to know
then setting their sight
onto a love and they take flight
All lose in war; all win in peace. [natrona] - 11:12am Nov 27, 2000 EST (#236 of 597)
tall, great, and stately
ostrich, splendidly feathered
wisely standing firm
All lose in war; all win in peace. [natrona] - 08:03am Nov 28, 2000 EST (#237 of 597)
heron, blue heron
fishing in shallow waters
elusive of man
[CedarRun] - 12:22pm Nov 28, 2000 EST (#238 of 597)
Nosebleed
A taste like copper, and soon I know.
It will gush forth in a sticky crimson flow.
Tinting my moustache an angry red
This river of hemoglobins vacating my head..
[CedarRun] - 12:23pm Nov 28, 2000 EST (#239 of 597)
Percolation (Apologies to Homer & Jethro)
Don't let the stars get in your eyes if you've got water on the brain
Your ears will take to steaming
And your eyes will start to streaming
And you'll percolate yourself to death..
[CedarRun] - 12:24pm Nov 28, 2000 EST (#240 of 597)
Locked Joints
I can bend all my fingers at the first knuckle.
But afterwards sometimes, I cannot get them to straighten out.
People tell me it looks like I just finished picking my nose.
[CedarRun] - 12:24pm Nov 28, 2000 EST (#241 of 597)
Haiku for a Scaly Scalp
White flaky patches
Pepper the girth of my dome
I must scrub some more
[CedarRun] - 12:24pm Nov 28, 2000 EST (#242 of 597)
Ichthammol
I like Ichthammol salve
It reduces the volume of my boils by half
It's black and its icky, that's really quite clear
But it sure does the trick when staphlococcus appears
All lose in war; all win in peace. [natrona] - 07:43am Dec 1, 2000 EST (#243 of 597)
friendly observer with song, no words
placed onto quilt squares with thread, the birds
for ornithologist kind and dear
given at Christmas, drawing near.
All lose in war; all win in peace. [natrona] - 06:09pm Dec 1, 2000 EST (#244 of 597)
in the stratosphere
pale clouds are pulled by strong force
strands of angel hair
All lose in war; all win in peace. [natrona] - 07:37pm Dec 2, 2000 EST (#245 of 597)
temp'rature red hot
place great round stone in oven
freezer pizza bake
All lose in war; all win in peace. [natrona] - 09:39am Dec 3, 2000 EST (#246 of 597)
never do today
something that would harm other
in thought, word, or deed
All lose in war; all win in peace. [natrona] - 11:15am Dec 4, 2000 EST (#247 of 597)
how was my dear love
inculcated with good deeds
for all of his life?
[The_Lookinglassman] - 11:22am Dec 4, 2000 EST (#248 of 597)
Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
Bush is a loser
and Gore is too.
All lose in war; all win in peace. [natrona] - 08:04am Dec 5, 2000 EST (#249 of 597)
singin' country clouds
mischief maker, undertaker
troubles cover me
makes me smart, breaks my heart
(oh)that's a certainty.
come tomorrow, sing my sorrow
share it with-a my friends
big grey cold cloud, like an old shroud
seems there's no amends
singin'.... singin'.....
country clouds galore!
there's no sunshine, just a shrill whine
more trouble than before!
wailin'..... whinin'.....
country clouds bring winds
rainy and cold, just like blue mold
damp moods sunshine ends
mean an' wild, a frightened child,
distends that lower lip.
thinkin' sad thought, I'm overwrought,
shore ain't feelin' hip!
ain't no hurry, just my worry
overtakin' my life
all my heartaches, all my hard breaks,
seems there's only strife!
I been dinin' on some whinin'
Bad taste was-a my goal
I was worse, see? Lord have mercy
On my low, sad soul
I hear the music in my head, wish I could share it. Just want to dedicate a little of this from my heart to those of my friends who have
worries, in the parameters of country music's sure, downhome, sympathetic commiseration. Sometimes singin' just makes ya feel
better.
Love,
natrona
[CedarRun] - 12:41pm Dec 5, 2000 EST (#250 of 597)
Up Around the Bend
Up around my nostril's end
Beyond my finger, past it's end
Is one last waiting goober I simply cannot reach
If only I could haul it out, then I would be at peace.
[CedarRun] - 12:42pm Dec 5, 2000 EST (#251 of 597)
I Sat on a Jack
I sat on a Jack
What a heinous attack
On my butt resting here in repose.
But I suppose I could say
In a definite way
Better there than wedged up my nose.
[CedarRun] - 12:43pm Dec 5, 2000 EST (#252 of 597)
Moonlight
See the softness of the moonlight fall over every farm and meadow
Shape shifting light of God's own kind bathes the world's dimensions
In moonlight all your dreams
Are wrapped in golden beams
In moonlight, you can always find your way back home.
[CedarRun] - 12:43pm Dec 5, 2000 EST (#253 of 597)
Folliculitis
It starts with a rash, bumpy and red
Topical steroids cause it to blossom and spread
Only antibiotics can bring it to bay
And cause all the pustules to wither away
[CedarRun] - 12:45pm Dec 5, 2000 EST (#254 of 597)
Crawdad And The Worm (Haiku)
Swimming nude, wiggling
Nearsighted crawdad latched on
I give up swimming.
"I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing 'til they got ahold of me..." [hoeker] - 01:10pm Dec 5, 2000 EST
(#255 of 597)
Beautiful, CR...
Equality State resident [beautress] - 08:53am Dec 6, 2000 EST (#256 of 597)
ever-present wind
blowing over the prairie
in the wintertime
Equality State resident [beautress] - 07:27am Dec 7, 2000 EST (#257 of 597)
gibbous camel ran
bearing his heavy burden
angry at the world
Equality State resident [beautress] - 08:35am Dec 9, 2000 EST (#258 of 597)
Today, a quote from Emily Dickinson:
EMILY DICKINSON (1830-1886) Complete Poems, 1924
Part Two: Nature
LXXVII
It was later when the summer went
Than when the crict came,
And yet we know that gentle clock
Meant nought but going home.
'T was sooner when the cricket went
Than when the winter came,
Yet that pathetic pendulum
Keeps esoteric time.
[Blue Lime] - 09:01am Dec 9, 2000 EST (#259 of 597)
Spider Monkey Vendor Malodorous
(a poem)
He sells balloons made of cheese
To the monks of Mulroney
And if they say "please"
He adds bonus baloney.
And though some say he's testy
And some claim he's evil
His mustard is zesty
and it's not full of weevils.
"I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing 'til they got ahold of me..." [hoeker] - 09:36am Dec 9, 2000 EST
(#260 of 597)
Blue...
Beautiful, simply beautiful.
And nutritious, too.
the winter of our discontent... [Rocket Man 57] - 09:37am Dec 9, 2000 EST (#261 of 597)
"Here I sit
Cheeks a-flexin'
Just gave birth
To another Texan"
"I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing 'til they got ahold of me..." [hoeker] - 09:38am Dec 9, 2000 EST
(#262 of 597)
ROTFLMMFAO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Equality State resident [beautress] - 09:41am Dec 9, 2000 EST (#263 of 597)
You would.
No mo bad! No mo chad! No mo mad!!! Yea! [beautress] - 08:49am Dec 10, 2000 EST (#264 of 597)
like a circus mirror
that contorts a shape
black and white newspaper
hides the truth with drape
all that doesn't matter,
doesn't mean a thing -
when you love a brother,
and pray for his being
everybody knows it
deep down in their heart
the loving hand of comfort
lends its healing art
let the words of anger
hate, derision, pride -
take the train to nowhere
and not stay inside
for the soul is precious
cherished by the good
let the morning sunshine
kiss as kindness would
"I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing 'til they got ahold of me..." [hoeker] - 08:58am Dec 10, 2000 EST
(#265 of 597)
I laughed my effing ass off...
I don't know where to find it.
I searched all through the living room,
The davenport, behind it.
I looked into the toilet bowl
And saw it wasn't there.
I checked the car, I checked the bed,
It isn't anywhere.
I'm standing as I type this;
There's no place I can sit.
Now I just can hardly wait
'Til it's time to take a shit.
No mo bad! No mo chad! No mo mad!!! Yea! [beautress] - 09:02am Dec 10, 2000 EST (#266 of 597)
Oh, hoeker.
Are you sayin' you can't find
Your tushie or your tiny mind?
the winter of our discontent... [Rocket Man 57] - 09:06am Dec 10, 2000 EST (#267 of 597)
There once was a Beau with a tress
Beau's psyche was really a mess
Beau voted for Dick
That proved Beau was sick
Now Beau's in a pool of rhymed cess
No mo bad! No mo chad! No mo mad!!! Yea! [beautress] - 09:25am Dec 10, 2000 EST (#268 of 597)
the winter of our discontent
when spinning hath our nation rent
the lying was so foul and fell
thank God it's gone, now we'll be well.
[Blue Lime] - 09:33am Dec 10, 2000 EST (#269 of 597)
The Electric Monkeys of Minsk
(a poem)
"Fi!" cried the Bee in Her Bonnet
As he stung her with jubilant glee
"You shall not write another bad sonnet
Nor haiku, nor rhymed poetry!"
Then the saucy bee flew to Alaska
And lived in debauchery and sin
Then one day the bee flew to Nebraska
And stung the poor poet again.
The moral my friends is not lacking
Be you poet or insect or sinner
You're liable to get quite a smacking
If you only serve guests t.v. dinners.
the winter of our discontent... [Rocket Man 57] - 09:35am Dec 10, 2000 EST (#270 of 597)
Cheney needs a heart
Bush needs a brain
I am the Lion
And Dorothy's insane
No mo bad! No mo chad! No mo mad!!! Yea! [beautress] - 10:29pm Dec 10, 2000 EST (#271 of 597)
hands etched by Durer, clasped in prayer, hope
quintessence of man's earnest search for right
strength, thought, and disciplined understanding
contemplation for living and soul's sight
"GOD! I love the law-we need MORE LAWERS!...." [edrieanne] - 05:17pm Dec 11, 2000 EST (#272 of 597)
LAMENT
To silence the voice of the people,
And stifle their right to speak
Will render great harm to our country
And make this democracy weak.
When taking away our guaranteed right
To walk in and offer our vote
It shakes our beliefs to the core of our soul
And makes our voice sound so remote.
This country so old has survived many trials
In war as its battle scars show
We’ve tried to do simple things right as we saw
And follow the course that we know.
With differences strong and feelings so deep
That anger to surface does rise
As each of us hopefully stands in repose
While watching through sad, doubtful eyes.
We question our safety, our central belief
Our nation precariously drawn
To chasm so deep and to schism so wide
Will we make it through night to new dawn.
Oh pray for us all as we watch helplessly
And stand while the issues so rage
Between those that fight for the power to lead
But forget lessons taught through the age.
(copyright edrie blackwelder 2000)
No mo bad! No mo chad! No mo mad!!! Yea! [beautress] - 06:46pm Dec 11, 2000 EST (#273 of 597)
Whilst reading online news
I stumbled upon these views:
- "An appeals court in Atlanta upheld a federal judge's refusal to throw out 2,400 overseas ballots."
- "Democratic lawyers in Tallahassee asked the Florida Supreme Court to reject thousands of votes for Bush
under a lawsuit challenging absentee ballot applications."
Who'd break the faith of these trusting souls
And throw out their voice cast at polls?
And when my husband withdrew his stylus pen,
Thinking, no I won't vote that way again.
Will someone change his change of mind?
Leaving his decision to not vote behind?
&Mac183; http://wire.ap.org/?PACKAGEID=election2000
"I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing 'til they got ahold of me..." [hoeker] - 06:52pm Dec 11, 2000 EST
(#274 of 597)
Uh-huh...
Topic: Pathfinder Prose And Poetry Place II
[natrona] - created 11:53pm Aug 31, 2000 EST
Please share a thought, a joy or fear
In this most pleasant atmosphere
May here ye feel light as a breeze.
For herein is a PFZ*
Verse may be but a well-told time
Whate're ye quip, please state in rhyme.
(*PFZ, Politics-free Zone.)
Hypocrite.
No mo bad! No mo chad! No mo mad!!! Yea! [beautress] - 07:56pm Dec 11, 2000 EST (#275 of 597)
I had a red-haired mother
With eyes as blue as lakes
And she taught me and brother
The playground give and takes:
"Don't ever be the bully,
Who starts fights when you play,
But understand this fully,
Let fairness rule the day."
"And if a bully pushes you
You have to push him back.
He's likely to respect you
When you counterattack."
"But if you hide or cower
How can you help a friend?
If you give bullies power,
Your trouble will not end."
No mo bad! No mo chad! No mo mad!!! Yea! [beautress] - 08:09pm Dec 11, 2000 EST (#276 of 597)
"Hypocrite"
That's the favorite name television evangelists use, Hoeker. You're just like 'em.
"I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing 'til they got ahold of me..." [hoeker] - 09:27pm Dec 11, 2000 EST
(#277 of 597)
You will be more than glad...
To point me to, I'm sure,
A passage that will verify
The essence of your slur.
You must provide a paragraph,
A sentence or a word,
To give the boards some evidence
Of your ad homming turd.
You prove that I'm a hypocrite,
You vile pedantic fool.
And don't forget to wipe your chin,
Of spittle , snot, and drool.
No mo bad! No mo chad! No mo mad!!! Yea! [beautress] - 09:44pm Dec 11, 2000 EST (#278 of 597)
No one will tell you,
Hoeker drear,
For you don't know it,
That is clear
But you are naughty
In the mouth
You wonder why
Your friends go south?
"I've grown to love you"
"You're a fool."
One day you're warm,
The next you're cool.
At least you're funny
When playing drone
It's surely weird
Testosterone.
"GOD! I love the law-we need MORE LAWERS!...." [edrieanne] - 09:53pm Dec 11, 2000 EST (#279 of 597)
ya know, if you two wanna do battle, there's no point in anyone else posting here
Am I wasting time
on a silly thread
where parsing a rhyme
is like being dead
on the open sea
where no one cares
to see what is written
or who posted there!
I'm OUTTA here! whoooooooossssssh!
"I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing 'til they got ahold of me..." [hoeker] - 09:57pm Dec 11, 2000 EST
(#280 of 597)
"My friends go south?"
But surely you jest.
My brothers are legion,
My soulmates the best.
We're going to have to yank your poetic license.
Edit...edrie...Do let the door hit you in the ass on the way out. I love that slapstick stuff.
No mo bad! No mo chad! No mo mad!!! Yea! [beautress] - 08:32am Dec 12, 2000 EST (#281 of 597)
the fireman
tall, lean, head held high,
he had no trace of ire
from looking, one could never tell
he'd fought a demon fire
a devil red who burned him
with all the wrath of hell
but he confronted all the heat
his courage did dispel
that evil of consumption,
which is flame's epitome;
its only course is slash and burn
to take away one's home
but he with sinuous muscle
the body overcame
with raw determination stopped
the undisciplined flame
but afterward, this fighting man
whose service did not wilt
his team put out that bully fire
and I made him a quilt
although it happened years ago
(I'd thought it not again)
for illness got the best of me
and I had tortured pain
he walked into my shop and asked
to thank his quilt's designer
that cheered him when his flesh was burnt
and made him feel much finer
but I refused to shake his hand
and hugged him yesterday
because we all owe firemen more
than we can ever say
I thought it well to tell him
his brethren saved my floor
when town fool torched adjacent roof
and caused a fire to roar
he said that fire's defeater
was short but fiercly fought,
refused to bend to danger
that tar and propane wrought
the others couldn't stand it
the fire was too hot
but shorty kept on spraying
a coolant on the spot
his toughness tamed the blazes
where coals could blind the eye
not thinking once of life itself
nor what it's like to die
I thank the Lord for valor,
that great, preventive tool
when plied against a coward fire
saves others from a fool
o mothers teach your children
to strength and courage do
then dreams will not go up in smoke
or cause their souls to rue
No mo bad! No mo chad! No mo mad!!! Yea! [beautress] - 10:35am Dec 13, 2000 EST (#282 of 597)
the sun is beauteous, heav'nly, bright
but it is cold despite the light
the feeder in the cottonwood
is visited oft, birds dear and good
[CedarRun] - 11:35am Dec 13, 2000 EST (#283 of 597)
Just so nobody worries, I am currently reviewing my copy of "The Mayo Clinic's Guide to Family Health, Diseases and
Conditions" and will be back with an entire new series of physiological laments set to verse shortly..
No mo bad! No mo chad! No mo mad!!! Yea! [beautress] - 08:06pm Dec 14, 2000 EST (#284 of 597)
My aunt died this morning, and I'll be out of town a few days to be with my dear cousin, who's sure had her share of
grief lately.
Farewell, Aunt Janice Blackburn
She glued the angels' halos
She hemmed the shepherds' coats
She dressed the angel chorus
That sang the Christmas notes
She welcomed all to her house
Her charming, cheerful way
For happy family gath'rings
At every holiday.
No mo bad! No mo chad! No mo mad!!! Yea! [beautress] - 09:09am Dec 16, 2000 EST (#285 of 597)
A quotation using today's word sport, at Time Education's Vocabulary Development Workshop :
The Fool's Prayer
by Edward Rowland Sill (1841-1887)
The royal feast was done, the King
Sought some new sport to banish care,
And to his jester cried, "Sir Fool,
Kneel now, and me for us a prayer!"
The jester doffed his cap and bells,
And stood the mocking court before;
They could not see the bitter smile
Behind the painted grin he wore.
He bowed his head, and bent his knee
Upon the Monarch's silken stool.
His pleading voice arose, "O Lord,
Be merciful to me, a fool!
" 'Tis not by guilt the onward sweep
Of truth and right, O Lord we stay;
'Tis by our follies that so long
We hold the earth from heaven away.
"These clumsy feet, still in the mire,
Go crushing blossoms without end;
These hard, well-meaning hands we thrust
Among the heart-strings of a friend.
"The ill-timed truth we might have kept --
Who knows how sharp it pierced and stung?
The word we had not sense to say --
Who knows how grandly it had rung?
"Our faults no tenderness should ask,
The chastening stripes must cleanse them all;
But for our blunders -- oh, in shame
Before the eyes of heaven we fall.
"Earth bears no balsam for mistakes;
Men crown the knave, and scourge the tool
That did his will; but Thou, O Lord,
Be merciful to me, a fool!"
The room was hushed; in silence rose
The King and sought his gardens cool
And walked apart, and murmered low,
"Be merciful to me, a fool!
[beautress] - 07:08am Dec 17, 2000 EST (#286 of 597)
NOT LOVE, NOT WAR, NOR THE TUMULTOUS SWELL
William Wordsworth
NOT love, not WAR, nor the tumultous swell,
Of civil conflict, nor the wrecks of change,
Nor duty struggling with afflictions strange --
Not these 'alone' inspire the tuneful shell;
But where untroubled peace and concord dwell,
There also is the Muse not loth to range,
Watching the twilight smoke of cot or grange,
Skyward ascending from a woody dell.
Meek aspirations please her, lone endeavour,
And sage content, and placid melancholy;
She loves to gaze upon a crystal river --
Diaphanous because it travels slowly;
Soft is the music that would charm for ever;
The flower of sweetness smell is shy and lowly. 1823
William Wordsworth (1770-1850), Complete Poetical Works, 1888, London, MacMillian & Co.
"I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing 'til they got ahold of me..." [hoeker] - 08:03am Dec 17, 2000 EST
(#287 of 597)
Your stuff belongs here, Trony...
Along with this:
To a Young Ass its mother being tethered near it
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Poor little foal of an oppressèd race!
I love the languid patience of thy face:
And oft with gentle hand I give thee bread,
And clap thy ragged coat, and pat thy head.
But what thy dulled spirits hath dismayed,
That never thou dost sport along the glade?
And (most unlike the nature of things young)
That earthward still thy moveless head is hung?
Do thy prophetic fears anticipate,
Meek Child of Misery! thy future fate?
The starving meal, and all the thousand aches
"Which patient Merit of the Unworthy takes"?
Or is thy sad heart thrilled with filial pain
To see thy wretched mother's shortened chain?
And truly, very piteous is her lot --
Chained to a log within a narrow spot,
Where the close-eaten grass is scarcely seen,
While sweet around her waves the tempting green!
Poor Ass! they master should have learnt to show
Pity -- best taught by fellowship of Woe!
For much I fear me that He lives like thee,
Half famished in a land of Luxury!
How askingly its footsteps hither bend!
It seems to say, "And have I then one friend?"
Innocent foal! thou poor despised forlorn!
I hail thee Brother -- spite of the fool's scorn!
And fain would take thee with me, in the Dell
Of Peace and mild Equality to dwell,
Where Toil shall call the charmer Health his bride,
And Laughter tickle Plenty's ribless side!
How thou wouldst toss thy heels in gamesome play,
And frisk about, as lamb or kitten gay!
Yea! and more musically sweet to me
Thy dissonant harsh bray of joy would be,
Than warbled melodies that soothe to rest
The aching of pale Fashion's vacant breast!
--1794
[beautress] - 08:14am Dec 17, 2000 EST (#288 of 597)
Sir, thy patronization of others
Doth not more than a Salieri make thee
Of course, thy sullen, diaphanous brothers
Wilt obfuscate thy poison and hate me.
"I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing 'til they got ahold of me..." [hoeker] - 08:16am Dec 17, 2000 EST
(#289 of 597)
I thinks
Thee stinks.
[beautress] - 08:17am Dec 17, 2000 EST (#290 of 597)
That's thy upper lip;
Thee slip.
"I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing 'til they got ahold of me..." [hoeker] - 08:20am Dec 17, 2000 EST
(#291 of 597)
Ahhhhh...
The old "rubber/glue" ploy.
More of the same,
You're still just as lame.
[beautress] - 09:01am Dec 17, 2000 EST (#292 of 597)
Mr. Hoeker
Thy petty, disingenuous prose
Matcheth thy incredulous nose!
If there is chance to insolent be,
Present is pretentious, omniscient thee
And thy amphegoric stasis
Rages on quotidian basis;
Thy factitious fanfaronade
Comes with perfidious parade.
Oh, you silly naughty guy....
Did you think that I would cry?
bwahahahahahahahah!
"I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing 'til they got ahold of me..." [hoeker] - 09:04am Dec 17, 2000 EST
(#293 of 597)
Now that was quite the blatherment,
With obvious aid of dictionary.
But tell me something, oh ponderous one:
Are your sisters also short, fat, and hairy?
[beautress] - 09:08am Dec 17, 2000 EST (#294 of 597)
Like you?
Why, no.
"I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing 'til they got ahold of me..." [hoeker] - 09:12am Dec 17, 2000 EST
(#295 of 597)
Good one.
[beautress] - 09:16am Dec 17, 2000 EST (#296 of 597)
"Good one."
Oh, I used to be, before I met you.
"I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing 'til they got ahold of me..." [hoeker] - 09:21am Dec 17, 2000 EST
(#297 of 597)
Whoops...
I forgot to spell everything out in excruciating detail so as to be comprehensible by your apparently
one-dimensional and debilitatingly feeble mind.
I was being sarcastic about your extremely lame and uncreative response.
[beautress] - 11:34am Dec 17, 2000 EST (#298 of 597)
It's ok, nobody's perfect.
[beautress] - 09:17am Dec 18, 2000 EST (#299 of 597)
triptych in blue
untouched, forgotten
at heart, lonely by nature
censorious friends
true to cerebral
winging the unfamiliar
amidst meteors
trying to find truth
learning the way of the wind
caught in a current
[beautress] - 09:58pm Dec 19, 2000 EST (#300 of 597)
between hills and sea
neither river nor ocean
estuary bourne
[beautress] - 07:59am Dec 20, 2000 EST (#301 of 597)
Daniel M'Cumber
When I went to the city, Mary McNeely,
I meant to return for you, yes I did.
But Laura, my landlady's daughter
Stole into my life somehow, and won me away.
Then after some years whom should I meet
But Georgina Miner from Niles--a sprout
Of the free love, Fourierist gardens that flourished
Before the war all over Ohio.
Her dilettante lover had tired of her.
And she turned to me for strength and solace.
She was some kind of a crying thing
One takes in one's arms, and all at once
It slimes your face with its running nose,
And voids its essence all over you;
Then bites your hand and springs away.
And there you stand bleeding and smelling to heaven!
Why, Mary McNeely, I was not worthy
To kiss the hem of your robe!
Edgar Lee Masters, Spoon River Anthology, 1916
[beautress] - 08:44am Dec 20, 2000 EST (#302 of 597)
low cloud on mountain
starless, magnificent sky
opaque glow from moon
[beautress] - 08:53am Dec 20, 2000 EST (#303 of 597)
Lord Byron on Pyrrhic lessons.
[beautress] - 09:00am Dec 20, 2000 EST (#304 of 597)
artiodactyl
squishing four toes in the mire
hippotami
[beautress] - 06:52pm Dec 21, 2000 EST (#305 of 597)
elusive dancer
whirling on point deep in time
to other drummer
[beautress] - 08:57am Dec 22, 2000 EST (#306 of 597)
passage meaningless
writ by caducity's pain
galimatias
Love your enemies; they bring out the best in you. [beautress] - 04:27pm Dec 23, 2000 EST (#307 of 597)
red, green, silver, gold
trimmed with striped peppermint canes
loving ornaments
Love your enemies; they bring out the best in you. [beautress] - 02:16pm Dec 24, 2000 EST (#308 of 597)
wind directing snow
into harmonious drifts
virtuosity!
Nooel. [beautress] - 09:20am Dec 26, 2000 EST (#309 of 597)
death brings but silence
life gives us all time to sing
vociferously
Nooel. [beautress] - 11:46am Dec 27, 2000 EST (#310 of 597)
the sun rises up
warmth radiates down to earth
as in a day dream
Nooel. [beautress] - 08:32am Dec 28, 2000 EST (#311 of 597)
good intentions fail
when time puts on the kibosh
best to promptly act
Spin proves a point to the weak mind. [beautress] - 07:09am Dec 29, 2000 EST (#312 of 597)
liquid puppy sleeps
angelic pose and sweet bliss
abstruse saber teeth
Bush stole the election fair and square.. [lucky085] - 07:09am Dec 29, 2000 EST (#313 of 597)
Don't quit your day job, Natrona, if you have one.
Spin proves a point to the weak mind. [beautress] - 07:38pm Dec 30, 2000 EST (#314 of 597)
may beauty surround you
may God stay and found you
may peace walk before you
may Heaven adore you
may all kindness warm you
may no evil harm you
may angels entwine you
your troubles refine you
may good health be given you
may justice live in you
so Satan shall fear you
when you keep God near you
becki marsh ~1994~
Singing "Auld Lang Sine." [beautress] - 08:10am Dec 31, 2000 EST (#315 of 597)
it is the last day
of second millenium
ephemeral life
[CedarRun] - 03:41pm Dec 31, 2000 EST (#316 of 597)
GERD
Gastrointestial Reflux Disease
Is scorching my stomach and buckling my knees
Just when I think all is calm, clear and placid
I burp up a huge wad of burning hot acid...
[CedarRun] - 03:41pm Dec 31, 2000 EST (#317 of 597)
Post Nasal Drip
After I have a cold, it jusn't just leave
It finds a place in my pharnyx to huddle and cleave
There it sits and little drops it does dump
To make my throat itch till I hock up a clump
[CedarRun] - 03:42pm Dec 31, 2000 EST (#318 of 597)
Green Apple Quick Step
Bowels growl
Say now
I heed them 'cause I've learned.
Mad dash
Bang, crash
Door's locked, I have to wait my turn..
Is there no echo in your soul of your poets' songs [The mighty Red] - 06:48pm Dec 31, 2000 EST (#319 of
597)
Trepidation.
Expectation.
Should I spoil it?
Look in the toilet?
No poop nugget.
Aw, Fuggit.
Singing "Auld Lang Sine." [beautress] - 09:53am Jan 1, 2001 EST (#320 of 597)
millenial musings
a thousand past, will this be first
of many we will not have durst?
or will unfold this era's guise
enkindling mankind to be wise?
resolving all the wrongs of yore -
we might have remedied before -
will we concur with acts so mired
that we could not begin inspired?
will we a burdened people be,
a-bombing each diversity?
will we look o'er each person's back
rebuking good in mad attack?
will we in finery be shod
a-hating those whose goal is God?
for those who touch sandal to floor
may dust them off by wrongful door.
along life's long and twisting road,
can we inspire, or must we goad
a man to do as we think right,
to end his bad in harmful blight?
ephemera may never be
solutions for eternity.
if one's insight is scoffed by man
will he employ a scorched earth ban?
sometimes there may be but one way
to end the night and live in day:
that truest change upon the shelf
is healing prayer within oneself.
purposefully good words [beautress] - 07:53am Jan 3, 2001 EST (#321 of 597)
consider the heart
latitudinarian
tolerant pilgrim
purposefully good words [beautress] - 09:42pm Jan 5, 2001 EST (#322 of 597)
truth cannot survive
when good ones are demonized
with their own mercy
I am not "blah", I am a hoot! [Rocko's Modern Wallaby] - 10:01pm Jan 5, 2001 EST (#323 of 597)
Those are yummy
Feel good in my tummy
What could they be?
CHADS
purposefully good words [beautress] - 02:58pm Jan 7, 2001 EST (#324 of 597)
Bill Gertz wrote in his strange epistle
Stragetic threat in long-range missile
National foray
Was big give-away
Betrayal served to blow the whistle.
Four more years until Bush is gone! YIPPEE! [Lookinglassman_777] - 02:59pm Jan 7, 2001 EST (#325 of 597)
Roses are Red
Violets are blue.
Jeb Bush will lose
and his stupid brother will too.
purposefully good words [beautress] - 06:47pm Jan 8, 2001 EST (#326 of 597)
dream of day lilies
during the winter's blizzard
radiating love
"Had fingers in my eyes, had needles in my veins, a knife right through my heart, I am...the
victory." [hoeker] - 06:54pm Jan 8, 2001 EST (#327 of 597)
Excruciating...
White-hot rectal hem'roid itch.
Preparation H.
[CedarRun] - 06:56pm Jan 8, 2001 EST (#328 of 597)
Roses are red
Violets are purple
Sugar is sweet
But, so's maple surple
[CedarRun] - 07:00pm Jan 8, 2001 EST (#329 of 597)
>Excruciating... White-hot rectal hem'roid itch. Preparation H.>>
Shark Liver Haiku~~!!
You've inspired me..
No rubber bands for me
To starve and make them wither
The waves of pain
Shoot through my brain
Set me free!!! Get the scissors...
purposefully good words [beautress] - 07:20pm Jan 8, 2001 EST (#330 of 597)
he wanted to help his mnemonic
though his iq was embrionic
he studied, this lad
with all that he had
but nonetheless he stayed moronic
"Had fingers in my eyes, had needles in my veins, a knife right through my heart, I am...the
victory." [hoeker] - 07:33pm Jan 8, 2001 EST (#331 of 597)
Mary had a little lamb...
Whose fleece was black as soot.
And everywhere that Mary went,
His sooty foot he put.
purposefully good words [beautress] - 11:55am Jan 9, 2001 EST (#332 of 597)
From Ogden Nash:
I dreamed a dream
And I'm glad I dreamt it;
I dreamed my hair was kempt
And my true love unkempt it.
purposefully good words [beautress] - 12:08pm Jan 9, 2001 EST (#333 of 597)
A bit of prose from Henry David Thoreau's Walden.*
The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation. What is called resignation is confirmed desperation. From the
desperate city you go into the desperate country, and have to console yourself with the bravery of minks and
muskrats. A stereotyped but unconscious despair is concealed even under what are called the games and
amusements of mankind. There is no play in them for this comes after work. But it is a characteristic of
wisdom not to do desperate things.
When we consider what, to use the words of the catechism, is the chief end of man, and what are the true
necessaries and means of life, it appears as if men had deliberately chosen the common mode of living
because they preferred it to any other. Yet they honestly think there is no choice left. But alert and healthy
natures remember that the sun rose clear. It is never too late to give up our prejudices. No way of thinking or
doing, however ancient, can be trusted without proof. What everybody echoes or in silence passes by as true
today may turn out to be falsehood tomorrow, mere smoke of opinion, which some had trusted for a cloud that
would sprinkle fertilizing rain onto their fields.
*Edited by C. Merton Babcock, The Peter Pauper Press, Mount Vernon, New York, 1966
[glherter] - 12:24pm Jan 9, 2001 EST (#334 of 597)
I Burped
by H. Foxworthy Chortlesmythe
I burped. It echoed o'er the land.
I burped. Past wind-shaped cliffs and shifting sand.
And as it thundered by a group of children spouting verse.
It occured to me.
It's plain to see.
What's a burp, but a f--t in reverse..
purposefully good words [beautress] - 02:00pm Jan 9, 2001 EST (#335 of 597)
vultures circle high
opportunists on the wing
searching for weakness
purposefully good words [beautress] - 08:45pm Jan 10, 2001 EST (#336 of 597)
practice on serger
to help a customer learn
situation win!
"Had fingers in my eyes, had needles in my veins, a knife right through my heart, I am...the
victory." [hoeker] - 08:50pm Jan 10, 2001 EST (#337 of 597)
bulbous red pustule,
red hot and swollen pimple,
seeping carbuncle
purposefully good words [beautress] - 09:49pm Jan 11, 2001 EST (#338 of 597)
red star on the quilt
barnraising theme all around
pink, yellow furrows
.ain't had this much fun since the <insert> died! [edrieanne] - 12:59am Jan 14, 2001 EST (#339 of 597)
uh, Hoeker, were you remembering Bush in your post 337?
Bandaid covers
ugly red blotch
but can't remove
the blotch at the top!
Now he's got it
and we must pop it
to relieve the infection
by the next election!
REMOVE THE BOIL
THROUGH DILIGENT TOIL
Get out the vote
and the pus we will smote!
Natty, your thread brings out the best in us!
What happened to patiotism? [Cu Chi] - 06:59am Jan 14, 2001 EST (#340 of 597)
LAST WORD ON THE ELECTION
The election is over
The results are well known
The will of the people
Has clearly been shown
Let,s forget all our differences
And show by our deeds
That we'll give our government
The backing it needs
We'll all get together
Let bitterness pass
I,ll hug your elephant
YOU KISS MY ASS!
Carpe carpem! (Seize the fish!) [The mighty Red] - 07:05am Jan 14, 2001 EST (#341 of 597)
white winter morning
a scarecrow, dark-hued, watchful
birds disturb balance
I wrote it myself! Hey, this is easy!
Carpe carpem! (Seize the fish!) [The mighty Red] - 07:09am Jan 14, 2001 EST (#342 of 597)
lame poets abound
a scatological sound
proper metaphor
.ain't had this much fun since the <insert> died! [edrieanne] - 07:26am Jan 14, 2001 EST (#343 of 597)
the sound of silence
is sometimes clear
to the untrained eye
and welcoming ear
for the sound of thought
from a cluttered mind
is a sound unsought
to be left behind
a space unfilled
does not seek ink
pages not meant
for the kitchen sink
but a thought well formed
an image drawn
lingers softly
way into the dawn
against the white
of driven snow
our thoughts alite
with that watchful crow
edrie blackwelder, 2001
Good one, red!
Carpe carpem! (Seize the fish!) [The mighty Red] - 07:37am Jan 14, 2001 EST (#344 of 597)
You too e!
I recently picked up a book of Richard Wright's (Native Son, Black Boy, etc.) Haiku. apparently he moved to Paris for
the last twenty years of his life and got enraptured by Haiku. Not all of it hits the mark, but the vast majority of it is
masterful.
.ain't had this much fun since the <insert> died! [edrieanne] - 07:50am Jan 14, 2001 EST (#345 of 597)
never been able to master haiku - too wordy! :^}
besides, I have this little problem, I think in pentameter. Been a little rhymer all my life - and if the beat doesn't cut
it, I edit until the rhythm is there. LOVE the sound of the beat of words - (frustrated drummer and all) so most of what
I write is balanced to the ear.
Drives me NUTS when a poem isn't properly "beated". Poetry is to be read aloud and all.
My minor in Grad School was Oral Interpretation and Speech: we did poetry and prose readings for the local PBS -
and my real addiction to the sound of poetry was born.
It doesn't have to rhyme, but it has to be audio balanced.
LOVE Robert Frost's work, among others. e. e. cummings is my absolute light favorite.
Hey, Red, we need to start a POETRY discussion thread, with the favorites to be shared by all! You start? OK?
purposefully good words [beautress] - 04:40pm Jan 14, 2001 EST (#346 of 597)
love is patient, kind
love is happy with the truth
love never gives up
purposefully good words [beautress] - 10:25pm Jan 15, 2001 EST (#347 of 597)
planet Jupiter
fourteen hundred times the size
of our planet Earth
[glherter] - 10:28pm Jan 15, 2001 EST (#348 of 597)
Becki has her world almanac out again...
[CedarRun] - 12:08pm Jan 16, 2001 EST (#349 of 597)
Coagulation
Consider for a moment the humble blod clot
And think what would happen if clot it did not
And what might be our fate if a short, errant jab
Were not quickly sealed by a commensurate scab
The tiniest of insults from a mis-wielded knife
Would drain us completely and cost us our life.
Scary, huh?
purposefully good words [beautress] - 12:27pm Jan 16, 2001 EST (#350 of 597)
sunbonnet susan
stitched on a little quilt with
fisherman sammy
purposefully good words [beautress] - 12:28pm Jan 16, 2001 EST (#351 of 597)
mariner's compass
thirty two or sixty four
points of direction
purposefully good words [beautress] - 12:29pm Jan 16, 2001 EST (#352 of 597)
log cabin quilting
around center with red square
happiness at home
purposefully good words [beautress] - 12:31pm Jan 16, 2001 EST (#353 of 597)
quilts tell a story
golden needles told secret
spoken without words
purposefully good words [beautress] - 12:32pm Jan 16, 2001 EST (#354 of 597)
storm-at-sea quillow
do not look at it too long
pattern, undertow
purposefully good words [beautress] - 12:34pm Jan 16, 2001 EST (#355 of 597)
jacob's ladder quilt
dreamt he fought with God and won
all night till morning
purposefully good words [beautress] - 12:36pm Jan 16, 2001 EST (#356 of 597)
slow motion snail's trail
interlocking triangles
slugging out pattern
purposefully good words [beautress] - 12:37pm Jan 16, 2001 EST (#357 of 597)
grandmother's fan quilt
simple air conditioner
no need to plug in
purposefully good words [beautress] - 12:38pm Jan 16, 2001 EST (#358 of 597)
delectable mount
mandala in ev'ry way
sawtooth from center
purposefully good words [beautress] - 12:40pm Jan 16, 2001 EST (#359 of 597)
lemoyne stars aglow
made from chromatic cottons
louisiana
"I stand on trial, Before the gods on Judgement Day, The blink of an eye between the cradle and the
grave..." [hoeker] - 01:38pm Jan 16, 2001 EST (#360 of 597)
bleeding hemmorhoid
perpetual discomfort
saw it on TV
purposefully good words [beautress] - 02:09pm Jan 16, 2001 EST (#361 of 597)
hoeker 1/16/01 1:38pm
stop the discomfort
drink distilled water always
avoid public well
suuuuuuuuuure you saw it on tv. Man, do you know how many hemorrhoidal discomfort posts you have made in the
last few weeks? One would think you need one of those donut pillows. rof&l
"I stand on trial, Before the gods on Judgement Day, The blink of an eye between the cradle and the
grave..." [hoeker] - 02:17pm Jan 16, 2001 EST (#362 of 597)
The only hemorrhoid I have is you...
You old pain in the ass, you.
purposefully good words [beautress] - 02:21pm Jan 16, 2001 EST (#363 of 597)
aw, poor old fellow
can't stay away from me *sigh*
i'm his obsession
Freudian though it be...
[CedarRun] - 02:23pm Jan 16, 2001 EST (#364 of 597)
Starved For Affection (haiku)
Rubber band evil piles
Deny them life-giving blood
Soon they will wither
purposefully good words [beautress] - 05:05pm Jan 16, 2001 EST (#365 of 597)
birds-in-the-air quilt
o'er killing fields, civil war
sad soldier's coffin
purposefully good words [beautress] - 05:09pm Jan 16, 2001 EST (#366 of 597)
underground railroad
stop here at four-patch north star
quilt hung for freedom
purposefully good words [beautress] - 05:12pm Jan 16, 2001 EST (#367 of 597)
stars and stripes quilt
reminds its maker of hope
the union still stands
purposefully good words [beautress] - 05:16pm Jan 16, 2001 EST (#368 of 597)
dogtooth border quilt
depicts the blue and the grey
soldiers on red ground
purposefully good words [beautress] - 05:18pm Jan 16, 2001 EST (#369 of 597)
constitution quilt
wreath showing rose of sharon
union forever
purposefully good words [beautress] - 05:22pm Jan 16, 2001 EST (#370 of 597)
heart and soul in cause
soldiers' aid societies
quilts made for loved ones
purposefully good words [beautress] - 05:25pm Jan 16, 2001 EST (#371 of 597)
made with loving hands
quilt, save one soldier from harm
rally round the flag
purposefully good words [beautress] - 05:30pm Jan 16, 2001 EST (#372 of 597)
sixteen eighty-one
sanitary commission
relief for war-worn
[CedarRun] - 05:31pm Jan 16, 2001 EST (#373 of 597)
Technicolor Yawn
Bad food, I'm afraid
Not sitting well with my tum
Urrrpp... Back up it comes
purposefully good words [beautress] - 05:34pm Jan 16, 2001 EST (#374 of 597)
fairs on the home front
raised funds for troops' daily needs
hearts, hands of people
[CedarRun] - 05:36pm Jan 16, 2001 EST (#375 of 597)
The Tree of Bronchus
Tobacco tar gum
Clogging my alveoli
Akkk! Hock-pa-tooo-ie
purposefully good words [beautress] - 05:38pm Jan 16, 2001 EST (#376 of 597)
once upon a war
loyalists fled Tennessee
silk signature quilt
[mefistofele] - 05:40pm Jan 16, 2001 EST (#377 of 597)
There once was a man from Nantucket
Who dropped one more fish in the bucket
He said to his wife,
"Hey, this is the life"
"And as for my job, I'll just chuck it"
[CedarRun] - 05:41pm Jan 16, 2001 EST (#378 of 597)
Renal Rockets
Knife-like projectiles
Razors of nephrology
Pass me that screened cup
purposefully good words [beautress] - 05:41pm Jan 16, 2001 EST (#379 of 597)
sharp arrows of war
clutched by the eagle in flight
memorized on quilt
purposefully good words [beautress] - 05:43pm Jan 16, 2001 EST (#380 of 597)
union liberty
northern lily, southern rose
patched back together
[CedarRun] - 05:45pm Jan 16, 2001 EST (#381 of 597)
Tetanus
Tiny puncture, no blood
Still, spasms mandibular
Should have got a shot
purposefully good words [beautress] - 05:47pm Jan 16, 2001 EST (#382 of 597)
circular piecing
robbing peter to pay paul
death's war stealing life
[CedarRun] - 05:49pm Jan 16, 2001 EST (#383 of 597)
Cyanosis
A blue hue to you
Tells me the air can't get through
It's adieu for you
[mefistofele] - 05:49pm Jan 16, 2001 EST (#384 of 597)
even the flea
cannot hear the sound
of one hand clapping
[mefistofele] - 05:50pm Jan 16, 2001 EST (#385 of 597)
cyan
now there was a man
he blue it
[CedarRun] - 05:50pm Jan 16, 2001 EST (#386 of 597)
Ha!! Mefist!!
purposefully good words [beautress] - 05:53pm Jan 16, 2001 EST (#387 of 597)
quilt named in war time
Bennington Museum hangs
extraordinary
made by Jane A. Blakely Stickle; recent book, "Jane's Quilt" commemorates
note: Use Encarta's first pronunciation, \ik STRAWRD 'n er ree\
ENCARTA WORLD ENGLISH DICTIONARY, St. Martin's Press, New York, 2000; page 632
purposefully good words [beautress] - 05:59pm Jan 16, 2001 EST (#388 of 597)
civil quiltmaking
soothed anxieties of war
a nation in shreds
purposefully good words [beautress] - 06:01pm Jan 16, 2001 EST (#389 of 597)
a Lincoln log quilt
hangs in the shop very near
the window of peace
[CedarRun] - 06:03pm Jan 16, 2001 EST (#390 of 597)
>quilt named in war time Bennington Museum hangs extraordinary >>
Haiku violation #441, dear heart.
Ex.traor.di.nary has four syllables per Mirriam-Webster's 9th Collegiate.
Four. As in: Junior the simp....:)
purposefully good words [beautress] - 06:04pm Jan 16, 2001 EST (#391 of 597)
hexagonal logs
a woman's biography
written in fabric
[CedarRun] - 06:07pm Jan 16, 2001 EST (#392 of 597)
Jungle Rot (In memory of my Dad..)
What is this red stuff?
On my chest each June does bloom
It itches like mad
[CedarRun] - 06:09pm Jan 16, 2001 EST (#393 of 597)
Fluvoxamine
100 milligrams/day
Keeps the OCD at bay
Ends manic scrubbing
[CedarRun] - 06:12pm Jan 16, 2001 EST (#394 of 597)
Bent Feet
Why, please tell me why
When I walk toward Laramie
I arrive in Cody
purposefully good words [beautress] - 06:13pm Jan 16, 2001 EST (#395 of 597)
a calico flag
found in the ruins of time
keep country near me
purposefully good words [beautress] - 06:16pm Jan 16, 2001 EST (#396 of 597)
items packed in trunks
between the folds of a quilt
saved them from raiders
[CedarRun] - 06:16pm Jan 16, 2001 EST (#397 of 597)
Lost Molar Regret
Bite of hard pretzel
Lands in the soft fleshy gap
Whoo-whee does that hurt
purposefully good words [beautress] - 06:18pm Jan 16, 2001 EST (#398 of 597)
broderie perse
is a traditional quilt
cut-out chintz album
purposefully good words [beautress] - 06:23pm Jan 16, 2001 EST (#399 of 597)
civilian killings
order number eleven
harsh Kansas troubles
purposefully good words [beautress] - 06:26pm Jan 16, 2001 EST (#400 of 597)
Pea Ridge Lily Quilt
Benton County, Arkansas
named for a battle
buried in a box
'neath the ground where fam'ly died
Battle of Pea Ridge
Story on page 94, QUILTS FROM THE CIVIL WAR, 1997, by Barbara Brackman, C & T Publishers, Layfayette, CA.
"I stand on trial, Before the gods on Judgement Day, The blink of an eye between the cradle and the
grave..." [hoeker] - 06:40pm Jan 16, 2001 EST (#401 of 597)
Refrigerator...
incubator of life forms
green furry foodstuff
purposefully good words [beautress] - 06:43pm Jan 16, 2001 EST (#402 of 597)
baking powder fresh
put in the back bottom shelf
keeps fridges dainty
"I stand on trial, Before the gods on Judgement Day, The blink of an eye between the cradle and the
grave..." [hoeker] - 06:47pm Jan 16, 2001 EST (#403 of 597)
Not my fridge, Trony...
I know how to keep it clean
Heloise, you ain't
purposefully good words [beautress] - 06:56pm Jan 16, 2001 EST (#404 of 597)
a chocolate cake
baked with egg beaters and oil
phenalalynine
purposefully good words [beautress] - 07:19pm Jan 16, 2001 EST (#405 of 597)
early riser gene
first human clock gene is found
it's called hPer2
purposefully good words [beautress] - 09:13am Jan 17, 2001 EST (#406 of 597)
first cup of coffee
trying to open my eyes
good morning to world
:)
purposefully good words [beautress] - 09:59am Jan 17, 2001 EST (#407 of 597)
vellum in mailbox
inauguration invite
heart's joy, but health fails
[CedarRun] - 01:35pm Jan 17, 2001 EST (#408 of 597)
Snowstorm
Itching flaking scalp
Clouds of gunky whiteness fall
Head and Shoulders time
[CedarRun] - 01:36pm Jan 17, 2001 EST (#409 of 597)
Impetigo
Red sore ooze and crust
Some yellow, some vermillion
All from staph or strep
[CedarRun] - 01:36pm Jan 17, 2001 EST (#410 of 597)
Carbuncle
Boils joined together
Connected subdermally
Pretty unsightly
[CedarRun] - 01:37pm Jan 17, 2001 EST (#411 of 597)
Alopecia
Suddenly it's gone
My beloved flowing mane
Time to buy a rug
[CedarRun] - 01:38pm Jan 17, 2001 EST (#412 of 597)
I Am The Host
My tapeworm and I
Get along just swimmingly
I just eat for two..
purposefully good words [beautress] - 09:19pm Jan 17, 2001 EST (#413 of 597)
on a fine saturday with sun so bright,
i took dominique to the zoo for delight
and she could there meet
a to z fauna sweet
in their habitats in a garden site
allen alligator was the first we saw
he was sunning his leather beside the draw
buddy bear was chasing his fellow cub
and they landed in the water tub
caroline chickie was cheeping chirps
among very many little feathered twerps
dachshund dena was barking up a storm
in the children's zoo at the clown with the horn
endia elephant was batting her eyes
and flapping her ears at the pesky flies
forrest froggy was croaking from an everglade
twas as cheerful a sound as was ever made
john giraffe with gal-a-lop-a-ling gait
was a-saunterin' toward his pretty mate
hannah hippopotamus happened to slide
in a slimey pond to wet her hide
ignacito iguana walked on a rock
and his mantle twisted with a wick and a wock
jellyfish jake was jolly, not glum
with tentacles suspended in aquarium
o k carol koala with a wee wry smile
climbed her eucalyptus tree for a very long while
jungle jack lion with a sailor's cap
kept a wary eye open from his shadowed nap
mattie monkey played with a red bandana
till the keeper gave her a big ol' banana
nellie newt crept on her rock to rule
in the reptile house that was dank and cool
octavia octopus crossed up all her legs
in aquarium's depths by some sunken kegs
(to be continued)
purposefully good words [beautress] - 09:55pm Jan 17, 2001 EST (#414 of 597)
pastor paul peacekeeper penguin poor
he wiggle woggle walked on an iceberg's floor
christina quail with her proud little crest
strutted all around in her sunday best
ron w raccoon in his mask and stripe fur
cleaned his paws all day as though he had a burr
sammy squirrel scampered to his tree-hole hut
every time he found a hazelnut
teresa m turtle with her wan little grin
would withdraw to her shell when she heard a din
ursula unicorn stood still on a bluff
being made of good taxidermist's stuff
valerie vicuna clippety clopped
on a concrete cliff to the edge when she stopped
william walrus woggled to the water
where he then transformed to the grace of an otter
xanthia xenops spread her wings
and her feathers glowed like precious things
jackson yak with horns and a coat
had hooves much like a billy goat
zechariah zebra in his stripes black and white
gamboled, kicked, and played all the day and night
dominique and i all the grounds did roam,
though the zoo's a treat, it was time for home
purposefully good words [beautress] - 09:37am Jan 18, 2001 EST (#415 of 597)
around the world quilt
pinned to my Nolting's at work
to quilt in red thread
purposefully good words [beautress] - 11:49pm Jan 18, 2001 EST (#416 of 597)
happily finished!
time to go quilt the next one
speak of endless tasks...
purposefully good words [beautress] - 08:09am Jan 19, 2001 EST (#417 of 597)
today is friday
i have a lovely feeling
deep down in my heart
purposefully good words [beautress] - 10:00pm Jan 19, 2001 EST (#418 of 597)
haunting melody
arising inside the soul
ghost of good things past
purposefully good words [beautress] - 07:07am Jan 20, 2001 EST (#419 of 597)
this morning I talked
to my son who is the best
apple of my eye
Float like a butterfly... Sting like a bee [The mighty Red] - 07:25am Jan 20, 2001 EST (#420 of 597)
timbre of retching
pleases more than the fetching
of bad poetry
purposefully good words [beautress] - 07:35am Jan 20, 2001 EST (#421 of 597)
shortcomings have i
hopefully they can be used
to help someone else
won't you have a treat
over at the Rumpus Room
breakfast tarts today
:)
Best wishes, President & First Lady Bush!!! [beautress] - 10:32pm Jan 20, 2001 EST (#422 of 597)
A Meditation
We thank the Father for His gifts
The Pilgrims deigned to say
That guided ships o'er stormy seas
They sought a higher way
He blessed the nation that would be
Forthcoming from these souls
Establishing land for the free
Who sought the promised goals.
Today we ask that wisdom be
Our President's new song;
May ever forth the Lord make him
Wise as the age is long!
"I stand on trial, Before the gods on Judgement Day, The blink of an eye between the cradle and the
grave..." [hoeker] - 10:34pm Jan 20, 2001 EST (#423 of 597)
Forget it Trone...
He's dumb as a stone.
Best wishes, President & First Lady Bush!!! [beautress] - 10:36pm Jan 20, 2001 EST (#424 of 597)
Prayer works miracles, Hoeker.
Have a lovely evening. I hit the ground running at 3 am, and it's been a long day. Cheers. :)
"I stand on trial, Before the gods on Judgement Day, The blink of an eye between the cradle and the
grave..." [hoeker] - 10:39pm Jan 20, 2001 EST (#425 of 597)
Prayer is talking to the air...
There are no miracles. A lovely evening to you too.
Best wishes, President & First Lady Bush!!! [beautress] - 06:22pm Jan 21, 2001 EST (#426 of 597)
the power of prayer
asking the help of the Lord
lets healing begin
"I stand on trial, Before the gods on Judgement Day, The blink of an eye between the cradle and the
grave..." [hoeker] - 09:03pm Jan 21, 2001 EST (#427 of 597)
Uh-huh...
Well, if you saw it on the internet, it must be true.
LOL
Best wishes, President & First Lady Bush!!! [beautress] - 10:09pm Jan 21, 2001 EST (#428 of 597)
once there was a man
hammering himself on head
nailing his mind shut
Best wishes, President & First Lady Bush!!! [beautress] - 08:56pm Jan 22, 2001 EST (#429 of 597)
no better person
can grace your life in the world
than he who loves you
Best wishes, President & First Lady Bush!!! [beautress] - 09:28pm Jan 22, 2001 EST (#430 of 597)
peace on a sunbeam
like the first light of the dawn
pink serenity
"I stand on trial, Before the gods on Judgement Day, The blink of an eye between the cradle and the
grave..." [hoeker] - 09:36pm Jan 22, 2001 EST (#431 of 597)
White hot throbbing ice-cream headache,
An icepick through the membrane of my eye.
A pneumatic drill directly into my brain.
Now I'll have my apple pie.
Best wishes, President & First Lady Bush!!! [beautress] - 09:39pm Jan 22, 2001 EST (#432 of 597)
ghoulish fairy tales
of Boris Korloff's pale ilk
works up appetite
Float like a butterfly... Sting like a bee [The mighty Red] - 09:43pm Jan 22, 2001 EST (#433 of 597)
silently creep
for the ogre's asleep
shhhh.... not a peep
Hey! quiet you FReep!
ogre's awake.... EEP!
Best wishes, President & First Lady Bush!!! [beautress] - 09:43pm Jan 22, 2001 EST (#434 of 597)
tomorrow will be
better than this day has been
time to shut it down
Niters, Hoeks. Hope that headache goes away.
Best wishes, President & First Lady Bush!!! [beautress] - 08:14pm Jan 24, 2001 EST (#435 of 597)
cheerful miss doggie
wet nose, cool, sniffing my hand
checking everything
"Were we ever colder on that day - a million miles away, it seemed for all of eternity..." [hoeker] -
08:44pm Jan 24, 2001 EST (#436 of 597)
chief executive
IQ of a cucumber
Oh, woe be to us
Best wishes, President & First Lady Bush!!! [beautress] - 08:57pm Jan 24, 2001 EST (#437 of 597)
next year you will say
in the light of DNA
smarter cucumbers!
Best wishes, President & First Lady Bush!!! [beautress] - 09:05pm Jan 25, 2001 EST (#438 of 597)
the seven seas roll into shore
in roaring, foaming swells
that from the briney depths bring in
a panoply of shells
Best wishes, President & First Lady Bush!!! [beautress] - 06:50am Jan 27, 2001 EST (#439 of 597)
color galaxy
sunrise pinks and sunset reds
mixed with the rainbow
[R. Reagan Republican] - 04:51pm Jan 27, 2001 EST (#440 of 597)
You going to defend this beautress?
334
Best wishes, President & First Lady Bush!!! [beautress] - 08:44pm Jan 27, 2001 EST (#441 of 597)
R. Reagan Republican 1/27/01 4:51pm
No.
Best wishes, President & First Lady Bush!!! [beautress] - 08:48pm Jan 27, 2001 EST (#442 of 597)
Mossy gray ghosts spreading o'er winter sky
Shedding their pure tears from purgatory
Cleansing down upon the earth
That we not forget their experience that would bring us to be
Mossy gray ghosts spreading o'er winter sky
Synergy By Objectives [regal1] - 09:23pm Jan 27, 2001 EST (#443 of 597)
Oh midwinter winds you’re howling your banzai
Frosty Great Lakes water falling from the sky
I’m so cold my tears a falling on my thin pongee
So I trade my soul for a hot Jack Daniel whiskey
Midwinter winds stop howling your banzai, we cry
Best wishes, President & First Lady Bush!!! [beautress] - 07:07am Jan 30, 2001 EST (#444 of 597)
even-spaced snoring
couch potato puppy sleeps
loving soul of trust
[CedarRun] - 11:03am Jan 30, 2001 EST (#445 of 597)
Digit throbs with pain
Pulsing indigo sausage
Whacked by a hammer
[CedarRun] - 11:07am Jan 30, 2001 EST (#446 of 597)
I used to eat apples, raw carrots and such
I was happy, well fed and complete
Now its hot oatmeal, puree and disgusting mush
They've taken out all of my teeth...
[CedarRun] - 11:12am Jan 30, 2001 EST (#447 of 597)
Shingles
Herpes Zoster, chicken pox with more muscle
Has speckled my chest with angry red pustules
I would pay any price, bear any gift I could find
To make it retreat to the base of my spine.
Best wishes, President & First Lady Bush!!! [beautress] - 08:39pm Jan 30, 2001 EST (#448 of 597)
drunken arrogance
self-destructive and wanton
wine is a mocker
Will someone please let the dogs back in? [hoeker] - 08:54pm Jan 30, 2001 EST (#449 of 597)
delightful chablis
exquisite pink chardonnay
nectar of the gods
Best wishes, President & First Lady Bush!!! [beautress] - 09:04pm Jan 30, 2001 EST (#450 of 597)
little molecules
of alcohol kick sugar
out of brain food slot
Best wishes, President & First Lady Bush!!! [beautress] - 09:08pm Jan 30, 2001 EST (#451 of 597)
lysine will prevent
the herpes inflammations
if taken daily
Will someone please let the dogs back in? [hoeker] - 09:17pm Jan 30, 2001 EST (#452 of 597)
ROFL...
What an inarticulate prude.
Best wishes, President & First Lady Bush!!! [beautress] - 09:25pm Jan 30, 2001 EST (#453 of 597)
one who accuses
lady of indiscretions
truly is a lout
Will someone please let the dogs back in? [hoeker] - 09:37pm Jan 30, 2001 EST (#454 of 597)
Lady?
Hardly. You have to earn that title, Trone.
So far, you have not.
I'm so *united*, I'm beside myself. [babblingbrook] - 10:09pm Jan 30, 2001 EST (#455 of 597)
I wish that I would never see
A drone who rubbish only spouts-
Her brain's the size of brussel sprouts.
The wagon train she thinks she rode
Took a right fork on the road.
And ended up in Phoney Toad.
That's in Wyoming, folks!
Thanks for the joy you're giving me [ex-glencarr] - 10:35pm Jan 30, 2001 EST (#456 of 597)
What an awful fate
to be such a bitter freak
How did it happen?
To one once so chic?
Har dee har har!
I'm so *united*, I'm beside myself. [babblingbrook] - 10:39pm Jan 30, 2001 EST (#457 of 597)
The plane went down
Twas never found
They searched the Hudson near and far
Where was that fellow called glencarr?
Thanks for the joy you're giving me [ex-glencarr] - 10:40pm Jan 30, 2001 EST (#458 of 597)
On a day off, toots. BTW Turns out the plane never actually went down. Try to keep up with the rest of us.
Thanks for the joy you're giving me [ex-glencarr] - 10:41pm Jan 30, 2001 EST (#459 of 597)
Has she always been so shrill?
What made her this way?
Did no one love her?
My dollar says "No way"!
Thanks for the joy you're giving me [ex-glencarr] - 10:43pm Jan 30, 2001 EST (#460 of 597)
"numbscull"
Thanks for the joy you're giving me [ex-glencarr] - 10:44pm Jan 30, 2001 EST (#461 of 597)
Oh, she deleted the post that called me a name.
Will someone please let the dogs back in? [hoeker] - 10:44pm Jan 30, 2001 EST (#462 of 597)
Edit: Changed my mind.
I'm so *united*, I'm beside myself. [babblingbrook] - 10:46pm Jan 30, 2001 EST (#463 of 597)
Come on...you can do better than that.
Opps...I was addressing glencarless.
Thanks for the joy you're giving me [ex-glencarr] - 10:47pm Jan 30, 2001 EST (#464 of 597)
LOL I changed mine too, I guess!
Will someone please let the dogs back in? [hoeker] - 10:48pm Jan 30, 2001 EST (#465 of 597)
Didn't see the original...
I knee jerked. I edited. All gone now. All better.
Bye-bye.
Thanks for the joy you're giving me [ex-glencarr] - 10:49pm Jan 30, 2001 EST (#466 of 597)
Babs, I have done better. I still recall our battle over "numbscull". Ah, the memories...
Thanks for the joy you're giving me [ex-glencarr] - 10:50pm Jan 30, 2001 EST (#467 of 597)
Thanks hoeker, I appreciate that. I hate when people take one side in these petty flame wars.
I'm so *united*, I'm beside myself. [babblingbrook] - 10:51pm Jan 30, 2001 EST (#468 of 597)
Posterity's all around. Too bad you choose the answering post without showing the offender.
Ahhh....and to think I was trying to spare the feelings of an amoeba. (I really must do something about my
hypersensitivity.)
Will someone please let the dogs back in? [hoeker] - 10:53pm Jan 30, 2001 EST (#469 of 597)
But I love my bb...
I just shouldn't have trod there.
Thanks for the joy you're giving me [ex-glencarr] - 10:56pm Jan 30, 2001 EST (#470 of 597)
babs, I feel sorry for you but no, you never hurt my feelings. Sorry.
I'm so *united*, I'm beside myself. [babblingbrook] - 10:57pm Jan 30, 2001 EST (#471 of 597)
I love you too, hoeker...
but sometimes, a gal has gotta do what a gal has gotta do.
Mr. Cheapshot gets to have a comeuppance once in awhile.
No need to feel sorry for me, little one. I have a full and happy life.
Thanks for the joy you're giving me [ex-glencarr] - 10:59pm Jan 30, 2001 EST (#472 of 597)
a gal has gotta do what a gal has gotta do.
Please, don't start telling us about your sex life. Thank you.
Thanks for the joy you're giving me [ex-glencarr] - 11:00pm Jan 30, 2001 EST (#473 of 597)
Does a full life include picking on Natrona & Wardaddy? LOL
I'm so *united*, I'm beside myself. [babblingbrook] - 11:14pm Jan 30, 2001 EST (#474 of 597)
Ooooooooooooh....bad me! WD has a bug up his ass about something that never happened - and has been crying about
it for two days - and Nattybumper is a holier-than-thou twit. I'm not exactly losing sleep over it - but it seems to bug
the hell of of you...so, tell me...how full is your life?
Thanks for the joy you're giving me [ex-glencarr] - 11:18pm Jan 30, 2001 EST (#475 of 597)
Pretty empty at the moment. Why else would I waste time with you?
I'm so *united*, I'm beside myself. [babblingbrook] - 11:38pm Jan 30, 2001 EST (#476 of 597)
Why else would I waste time with you?
Because that's the epitome of your ability.
Synergy By Objectives [regal1] - 12:02am Jan 31, 2001 EST (#477 of 597)
LO LOL, He’s a wise person, but not because he really meant "waste" in the literal sense, but in some kinda poetic
mixed emotions of wishing there are more interestingly brilliant conservative women on this forum. Just exactly
like the fresh clear brook who's spirit liberally flows smoothly like a stream of babbling wisdom.
Where is the unaccountable press? [beautress] - 08:00am Jan 31, 2001 EST (#478 of 597)
wasted days and wasted nights
in the hallowed halls of frights
searching here and searching there
sniffing through used underwear
if a clean pair should be found
mar it with some coffee ground
'til it's then, appearing same,
given odiferous name
[CedarRun] - 09:32am Jan 31, 2001 EST (#479 of 597)
Re: #478..
That's the spirit, Natrona~!!
Hey!! How about doing a couple on skid marks in colonial times?!
Synergy By Objectives [regal1] - 12:26pm Jan 31, 2001 EST (#480 of 597)
Chained their lots in wonted indicts
Freedom to be hunted like bobwhites
Your way out of despair is by prayer
Gray Ghost descending from the stair
If too marred stay you hellbound
Faith-Based must be uncrowned
For there’s no one else to blame
GWB is the name, what a shame
Where is the unaccountable press? [beautress] - 09:12pm Jan 31, 2001 EST (#481 of 597)
music in a minor key
playing almost silently
in its low and haunting strain
melancholy in my brain
several clouds blow overhead
nights they're navy dusk they're red
em'rald depths frame seafoam's cream
ebbing flowing like a dream
like a fog upon the floor
seeping underneath the door
every form in solitude
apparition neutral mood
Will someone please let the dogs back in? [hoeker] - 09:46pm Jan 31, 2001 EST (#482 of 597)
Jeez...
I hate to say it, but I enjoyed that one Trone. It was...it was... ...poetic.
Thanks for the joy you're giving me [ex-glencarr] - 11:08pm Jan 31, 2001 EST (#483 of 597)
Yes, it was nice, Natrona. Good job.
[CedarRun] - 11:15pm Jan 31, 2001 EST (#484 of 597)
Oh, alright.. It was pretty good. Evocative of, umm.. I dunno. Just evocative. Pleasant..
See what you started Hoeker?
Synergy By Objectives [regal1] - 11:44pm Jan 31, 2001 EST (#485 of 597)
LO LOL LOL… Interesting Natrona! You actually have it in you; what it takes to become a liberal! J
[beautress] - 12:17am Feb 2, 2001 EST (#486 of 597)
the clock tweets out another hour
upon the den's back wall
the essence of its selling power
that people love birds' call
Synergy By Objectives [regal1] - 02:56am Feb 2, 2001 EST (#487 of 597)
you’ve been saying they need scouring
the oval desk and whitewalls
one day tweety saw someone searching
under the table a birdie calls
Dance like nobody's waltzing. [beautress] - 11:36pm Feb 2, 2001 EST (#488 of 597)
rainbow in my home
like Ezekiel's vision
radiance inside
Synergy By Objectives [regal1] - 12:26am Feb 3, 2001 EST (#489 of 597)
home of rainbows
sun god’s afterglow
life shines
Dance like nobody's waltzing. [beautress] - 08:20am Feb 3, 2001 EST (#490 of 597)
i gotta say it
o what a beautiful morn
sung from the shower
Synergy By Objectives [regal1] - 07:40pm Feb 3, 2001 EST (#491 of 597)
o how I wish
to see flowers blooming
and the birds singing
jumping to conclusions is not like jumping rope! [edrieanne] - 08:02am Feb 4, 2001 EST (#492 of 597)
yes, trony, you CAN be good if you put your mind to it!
that one earlier was nice!
read 'em out loud and you'll hear it.
good job!
Synergy By Objectives [regal1] - 02:31pm Feb 4, 2001 EST (#493 of 597)
LOL, you’re right EdrieAnne. She CAN, so Natrona, please always put your mind to it like that one erlier. J How about
a praise for GWB!
Okay EdrieAnne, I know you can come up with a fun rhyme, please come and play with us. J
The revival of government by grownups continues. [beautress] - 10:21pm Feb 4, 2001 EST (#494 of 597)
hoist the sails when the wind blows fair
when the sun is warm in the salty air
know you can hold your values fast
let your freedom swell o'er the towering mast
toss your net where the sea is full
sing a merry song that is never dull
share a toast with a shot of cheer
may the tide bring in love to you my dear
Synergy By Objectives [regal1] - 11:27pm Feb 4, 2001 EST (#495 of 597)
many times I feel this love is in the air
that’s the time I sail another love affair
the love this heart thought it would last
mermaid of the ocean a spell was cast
we meet again I will accept an earful
reminiscing songs but she’s an eyeful
a destiny of sailing to new frontiers
love we had will last a million years
farewell my dear, to the house of peers
jumping to conclusions is not like jumping rope! [edrieanne] - 03:49am Feb 6, 2001 EST (#496 of 597)
The Lone Sailor
through tumultuous wave
and overcast sky
with soul so weary
but yet I try
to steer my ship
through tempest strong
to right the life
that's gone so wrong
to find the clear
and peaceful sea
that brings back joy
to my ship and me.
copyright 2001, edrie blackwelder
jumping to conclusions is not like jumping rope! [edrieanne] - 03:53am Feb 6, 2001 EST (#497 of 597)
trony, that last one was really good, too! BRAVA!
Synergy By Objectives [regal1] - 11:39pm Feb 6, 2001 EST (#498 of 597)
Great stuff!… that is a smooth one Edrieanne. Yeah Natrona, and it’s interesting to know that your husband is a
fisherman. J
Together Again
sweet memories engraved
the apple of my eyes
deeply regretting
the day I said goodbye
ever since that day
your face is on my mind
forgive me for my faults
the turmoil and decline
from this day on
with you is where I belong
sailing all the joy
with love that’s twice as strong
public domain 2001, vincent clearwaterJ
jumping to conclusions is not like jumping rope! [edrieanne] - 04:15am Feb 7, 2001 EST (#499 of 597)
The morning after....
swaying gently
on calmer seas
a course long travelled
with gentle breeze
through trepid night
and torrent strong
my ship survived
to carry on
toward dawning day
and brilliant sky
with hope anew
as seabirds fly
through destiny's day
toward softer night
'neath stars all round
I, too, take flight.
copyright 2001, edrie blackwelder
Synergy By Objectives [regal1] - 06:18am Feb 7, 2001 EST (#500 of 597)
Rekindled Wings
beneath the stars
I see your eyes
spellbinding looks
glitters can't deny
please feel my heart
it won’t let go
the pain I see
scared long ago
today I promise you
a light will always shine
rekindling love inside
together we’re entwined
then I touch you face
we took it to the skies
stars and moon above
below love never dies
OK, how much are you asking each, for your originalsJ
The revival of government by grownups continues. [beautress] - 07:36am Feb 7, 2001 EST (#501 of 597)
there once worked, a lassie named slattery,
for minimum wage at a hattery
though her boss lavished her
with a ring and mink fur,
she did not e'er succumb to his flattery.
Synergy By Objectives [regal1] - 12:33pm Feb 7, 2001 EST (#502 of 597)
then one day she met a young aussie,
with backpack and hat he’s brawny
in her mind this mate is her ardor
genetics tougher than a gator,
billion worlds conquered turned into beauty.
NOTE to 85lb Chihuahua": My feet are NOT chewtoys! [edrieanne] - 09:36am Feb 8, 2001 EST (#503 of 597)
g*
regal,
they're ok for copying, just credit where credit's due!
thank you for the lovely poem! response to follow later.......
Synergy By Objectives [regal1] - 01:38pm Feb 8, 2001 EST (#504 of 597)
Greetings Edrieanne J They’re actually as good the ones that made it on prints. Why don’t you drop Hallmark a line,
there may just be a freelancing opportunity for someone with words as sweet and moving like you, you’re a woman
daydreams are made of. J
Talk about ‘Destiny’ and ‘Aussies’. Our gateway to the stars was launched yesterday, and Brawny ascended the Empire
State the fastest again.
Our destiny is to ‘make love not war’, we have the whole universe to populate… so relax, with your eyes closed, feel
the gentle sway of our calm seas.J
The revival of government by grownups continues. [beautress] - 11:04pm Feb 8, 2001 EST (#505 of 597)
all night the full moon
crossed on parabola track
moon up and moon down
NOTE to 85lb Chihuahua": My feet are NOT chewtoys! [edrieanne] - 11:31pm Feb 8, 2001 EST (#506 of 597)
evening, regal and beautress.
beautress, those two poems a few back were really beautiful! I guess the reason I got so annoyed with your work is
that you always were "right at the edge" of being good at it, and by taking a second longer, many of your poems
would be "there".
Keep up the good words, my fellow poet, you really DO have it in you!
NOTE to 85lb Chihuahua": My feet are NOT chewtoys! [edrieanne] - 11:35pm Feb 8, 2001 EST (#507 of 597)
The Poet's Prayer
softest night
caress my cheek
withhold the words
I yearn to speak
make me still
to hear the sound
of mystery sought
of answers found
help me stay
to wait the night
and see the dawn
in glorious light!
copyright,2001 edrie blackwelder
Synergy By Objectives [regal1] - 04:01am Feb 9, 2001 EST (#508 of 597)
Paradise Found
tender moments
our hearts declare
the beat we make
love is in the air
these are times
that meant to last
perpetual spring
for destiny’s vast
tonight we sail
towards paradise
with all the love
and everything nice
you got another nice one, edrieann blackwelder J
Will someone please let the dogs back in? [hoeker] - 09:11am Feb 9, 2001 EST (#509 of 597)
I dropped my toothbrush in the toilet,
Now it's funky, fraught with goo.
My buddy told me I should boil it.
What would Martha Stewart do?
[CedarRun] - 10:43am Feb 9, 2001 EST (#510 of 597)
Oh Hoeker!! That was wonderful..
For a second verse, may I suggest..
Scrub it hard with baking soda
This will neutralize most of the odor
Or scorch it with UV like a bowling shoe
These are the things I feel Martha would do..
[CedarRun] - 10:51am Feb 9, 2001 EST (#511 of 597)
Haiku to Love's Eternal Hopefulness
Lip fonk hanging down
Swinging too and fro
Would you still give me a smooch?
Thanks for the joy you're giving me [ex-glencarr] - 10:56am Feb 9, 2001 EST (#512 of 597)
I saw Martha Stewart on "Celebrity Jeopardy" the other night. Charles Barkley got pissed at her. She really is a jerk,
you know.
We're all hypocrites on this bus... [Rocket Man 57] - 10:59am Feb 9, 2001 EST (#513 of 597)
ding dong
sing song
rhyme wirds
dime tirds
[CedarRun] - 11:04am Feb 9, 2001 EST (#514 of 597)
>Charles Barkley got pissed at her. She really is a jerk, you know.>>
Charlkes has his own problems and doesn't have much room to talk.
It can't be pleasant living with a head that comes to a point like a badly sharpened #2 pencil..
The revival of government by grownups continues. [beautress] - 09:53pm Feb 9, 2001 EST (#515 of 597)
the feeder, slung from cottonwood,
is watched by unseen eyes
and when the hatted man comes out
away the rascals fly
he gently pours the wild bird seed
into the roof's round port
to sustain them whom winter kills
should e'er they lack this fort
Lights out tonight, trouble in the heartland... [jollyollie] - 07:14am Feb 10, 2001 EST (#516 of 597)
bump
The revival of government by grownups continues. [beautress] - 12:57am Feb 11, 2001 EST (#517 of 597)
Thanks jollyollie
For bumping us up
And so to thee
We lift this cup!
:)
NOTE to 85lb Chihuahua": My feet are NOT chewtoys! [edrieanne] - 06:36am Feb 11, 2001 EST (#518 of 597)
,
The revival of government by grownups continues. [beautress] - 01:39pm Feb 11, 2001 EST (#519 of 597)
swan song
beautiful swan song
sad and mysterious
song of its soul
Synergy By Objectives [regal1] - 06:17pm Feb 11, 2001 EST (#520 of 597)
a ding-dong
caused to pause
uninspired and anxious
yet a song’s a lifelong
The revival of government by grownups continues. [beautress] - 06:32pm Feb 12, 2001 EST (#521 of 597)
when beauty comes, she is within
the heart encaptured she doth win
the soul she maketh take to wing
enraptured as the voices sing
o beauty rest thy hand on me
thine elegance in heart set free
Synergy By Objectives [regal1] - 12:52pm Feb 13, 2001 EST (#522 of 597)
learning to love thyself’s a love-in
where the greatest love of all begins
no searching for a hero, no wrangling
voices of love is what you’re hearing
in your mind a mirror sees own beauty
thy sweetest angelic face what a cutie
The revival of government by grownups continues. [beautress] - 09:44pm Feb 13, 2001 EST (#523 of 597)
doing what is right
nation's principled leader
fills my heart with joy
Will someone please let the dogs back in? [hoeker] - 09:46pm Feb 13, 2001 EST (#524 of 597)
dumb ass frat boy punk
everything handed to him
thinks it's his birthright
[CedarRun] - 09:51pm Feb 13, 2001 EST (#525 of 597)
Haiku for Junior...
Simple vapid leer
Joy stick in his hand
God, please keep Cheney healthy
The revival of government by grownups continues. [beautress] - 09:54pm Feb 13, 2001 EST (#526 of 597)
charming lefty friends,
loving to be contentious,
living in the past
Will someone please let the dogs back in? [hoeker] - 10:09pm Feb 13, 2001 EST (#527 of 597)
what do you expect?
you shovel manure at us
we toss it all back
The revival of government by grownups continues. [beautress] - 10:20pm Feb 13, 2001 EST (#528 of 597)
I believe in good
overcoming the adverse
that's how I was raised
Will someone please let the dogs back in? [hoeker] - 10:24pm Feb 13, 2001 EST (#529 of 597)
obviously not
you gave us an idiot
we'll reap what you've sown
The revival of government by grownups continues. [beautress] - 10:33pm Feb 13, 2001 EST (#530 of 597)
sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff
sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, snuffle
sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff, sniff
:)
Will someone please let the dogs back in? [hoeker] - 10:52pm Feb 13, 2001 EST (#531 of 597)
Synergy By Objectives [regal1] - 11:15pm Feb 13, 2001 EST (#532 of 597)
LOL LO LOL LO LOL
NOTE to 85lb Chihuahua": My feet are NOT chewtoys! [edrieanne] - 06:44am Feb 14, 2001 EST (#533 of 597)
hmmmmm, hoeker, is that an example of "poetry in motion"?
The revival of government by grownups continues. [beautress] - 09:09am Feb 14, 2001 EST (#534 of 597)
leaders who have faith
seek to uplift the helpless
always bring justice
love to all
:)
The revival of government by grownups continues. [beautress] - 07:44am Feb 15, 2001 EST (#535 of 597)
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Will someone please let the dogs back in? [hoeker] - 07:51am Feb 15, 2001 EST (#536 of 597)
That's a pretty broad definition, Beck...
I find your shilling for Boy George to be objectionable. You gonna let up on that shit?
The revival of government by grownups continues. [beautress] - 07:54am Feb 15, 2001 EST (#537 of 597)
hoeker 2/15/01 7:51am
We'll see about that in very short order whether you may post profane symbols directed at me or my family.
Will someone please let the dogs back in? [hoeker] - 07:57am Feb 15, 2001 EST (#538 of 597)
OK...
But next time, add a "harrumph" or two when you're being all sanctimonioius. It's a great effect.
NOTE to 85lb Chihuahua": My feet are NOT chewtoys! [edrieanne] - 01:46am Feb 16, 2001 EST (#539 of 597)
beautress,
that expression of emotion (hoeker's animation) is used by the little old gents and ladies on the California highways
everywere as a universal greeting and salutation.
Why, even a CAT has been seen doing the same on these very boards! *g*
I, myself, have a photo of a Lowland Gorilla [San Diego Wild Animal Park], who, at 5pm exactly, threw the proverbial
birdie to the crowd, got up and walked inside. ALL of us gasped, with the clear understanding from the look on his
face, that he meant the gesture from the bottom of his furry little heart!
'sok, don't take it personnally!
btw, your poetry is getting MUCH better! You do have talent, it's a pleasure to read it!
Synergy By Objectives [regal1] - 07:07pm Feb 16, 2001 EST (#540 of 597)
Edrieanne, you’re a kind person. It must be the power of woman to woman connection that transcends political
affiliation.
I agree that when Natrona’s poetry gets ‘MUCH’ better… BTW, I’m not implying I’m even a poet, but when you said ‘MUCH
better’, was it THAT BAD before?J it’s a pleasure to read, as pleasing as how your words seems to take me to dreamlike
places.
Every time my birdie sails the primordial sea of love, thoughts of our voyage together, stimulates birdie’s wings into
the highest highs. J
Will someone please let the dogs back in? [hoeker] - 07:11pm Feb 16, 2001 EST (#541 of 597)
Hey, Becky...
"We'll see about that in very short order whether you may post profane symbols directed at me or my
family."
How long is a "short order"? More than 36 hours, I guess.
..It's GOOD to be King...[or so I'm told...] [edrieanne] - 07:12pm Feb 16, 2001 EST (#542 of 597)
regal, I wouldn't have been so annoyed with Natty if she had no talent. She does, but sometimes she would go for
quantity rather than quality - and the quality was there, just beneath the surface.
If she would read aloud what she has written, some of her past work, with a bit of editing, would be very good.
Natrona - my frustration with your writing is because you DO have talent - you have been proving it of late!
Keep up the writing - and stop to re-read for rhythm and flow. It is HEARING poetry that gives it life - some of yours
in the past just need a swat on their baby behinds to get the sound out.
edrie
Will someone please let the dogs back in? [hoeker] - 07:14pm Feb 16, 2001 EST (#543 of 597)
edrieanne...
I hope you're not referring to her "history-lesson-in-a-can" stuff. It drove me nuts.
Synergy By Objectives [regal1] - 08:13pm Feb 16, 2001 EST (#544 of 597)
LO LOL… what a talented woman Natrona is! LOL "history-teacher-in-a-can" sounds like a Free crash course for
certain conservatives of the Republic. J
Edrieanne, that’s sweet of you in trying to lend some encouragement to Natrona. But what stifles that quality
beneath, is probably the same variable which gives someone like Natrona, the faith that the cold winter winds are
ghost, and snow as tears from purgatory -- what makes anyone a conservative, stifles poetic freedom in this case.
There’s nothing that stifles you Edrieanne. J
..It's GOOD to be King...[or so I'm told...] [edrieanne] - 08:21pm Feb 16, 2001 EST (#545 of 597)
I don't agree with you about only "liberals" being able to write good poetry -
granted the history "project" was a bit ... well, .... long?, but so is the Illiad.
Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that they are in the same category, but it may be a start - one that needs
work and serious editing over time - it could be a fun way for kids to learn history - if they are done so that the
sound balances. Putting the words to a tune can help "fix" that problem.
Not my particular cup of tea, but not all poetry is written for ALL people.
My point with Natrona is that sometimes, when the work is done TOO quickly, it sounds forced. It happens with some
of my work, as well.
MOST of what I write is done in one sitting and I am not even aware of what I have written until I re-read it. Then I
STILL do editting - fine tune it.
Other pieces take weeks, even months, to get the correct flow. The real answer is "hearing" it out loud. The real
meaning comes through with a visual image brought about by sound - even the sound from a "silent" reading.
Just imagine that snowy wood of robert frost. Not the size of the words or the number of syllables - just the simple
imagery AND the balance of sound.
uh, oh....... I'm teaching again, sorrrrrryyyy! can't help it - once a teacher, always a teacher..........
not to mention, once a director, ALWAYS a director.........
Synergy By Objectives [regal1] - 08:38pm Feb 16, 2001 EST (#546 of 597)
You’re right, and I know what you mean about not "only liberals being able to write good poetry". Like music,
there’s certain universality to how humans express themselves, some better than others.
OK Director Edrieanne Blackwelder, you’ve paused long enough, now please mesmerized us again and post one of
your favorite work, and teach us how its should be. See ya later.J
I think birdie’s going to sail primordial sea again tonight… I’ll see us there…… J
The revival of government by grownups continues. [beautress] - 11:11pm Feb 17, 2001 EST (#547 of 597)
sewing is a poetry
on canvas batting spun
with words of textured fabrics
like rainbows in the sun
treadle forth ye needles
and threads of finest gold
quilt meanings into pattern
place love in ev'ry fold
no hand slow on the clock face
was ever known to be
whene'er a bonny blanket
was being made by me
improvement in word technique
would tax my sow's ear purse
of what I 'd rather do more,
to stitch a patchwork 'verse'
Will someone please let the dogs back in? [hoeker] - 11:29pm Feb 17, 2001 EST (#548 of 597)
Babette, Natrona, and I
Stuck in a broken elevator.
Get me the hell out of here
Before I become a regurgitator.
..I only boycott things I believe to be INcorrect [edrieanne] - 07:41am Feb 18, 2001 EST (#549 of 597)
FINALLY, the system's back up - almost looked like I was boycotting, there! *g*
Beautress - I really LIKE that one! So much so, I went into my files to find this one - wrote it about 10 years ago =
pulled off the highway late one night and scribbled it down in the dark. only minor changes - but it is pretty much
as was written then.......
SISTERS
this cloth of damask
spun so fine
was wrought by hands
both yours and mine
we spun in hope
with thread of time
and made this cloth
of yours and mine
we culled the seed
then washed with tears
to comb away
our childhood fears
we wove our cloth
of youthful dreams
chose our pattern
stitched our seams
we sought to fashion
simple lives
while weaving damask
in our eyes
and made forever
souls to bind
in cloth of damask
yours and mine
and now as aging
hands do hold
this precious cloth
of friendship told
in softened colors
faded hue
of time we shared
just me and you
and when in peace
we finally rest
this cloth of damask
held to breast
our love will last
throughout all time
like cloth of damask
yours and mine
copyright 1989, edrie blackwelder
The revival of government by grownups continues. [beautress] - 10:33pm Feb 18, 2001 EST (#550 of 597)
Nice verse, edrieanne.
The revival of government by grownups continues. [beautress] - 10:35pm Feb 18, 2001 EST (#551 of 597)
i'd rather not have habit
of spreading log quilt squares
upon blue rya carpet
to soon be sewn in pairs
the pairs are sewn in quartets
then swiftly into eights
then into sixteens, thirty-twos
before whole top were mates
the doggy knows it's naughty
to sit upon the work,
but why she cannot resist to
gives me uncivil irk
in fact, she used as towel
the then-unfinished part
so grimy was her handiwork,
i did the washer start
later, the underneath side
was knots and threads a-tangle
for hours and hours the afternoon
i undertook the rangle
good fortune--dyes did not bleed
repairs were very few
because the tiny stitches
held tightly and were true
miss doggy made herself scarce
though she is fond of quilts
whenever she is scolded,
her disposition wilts
so lovingly i kissed her
upon her pointy head
i'd rather have her happy
than filled with soulful dread
i kept the selfsame habit,
for those log cabin squares
lie on blue rya carpet
to soon be sewn in pairs
..I only boycott things I believe to be INcorrect [edrieanne] - 02:53am Feb 19, 2001 EST (#552 of 597)
love the imagery there, beautress!
love's work
smilin as our furry friends
play and scamper mid the pins
the fabric's all a'tatter
but puppy's all that matter
while needles break and shoes unlace
the love of friends we can't replace
so gather threads and patch alike
and hold that little puppy tight
for quilts that comfort all around
are just like pups in joy abound!
Synergy By Objectives [regal1] - 03:54am Feb 19, 2001 EST (#553 of 597)
Great stuff EdrieAnne! Alright Natrona, if you just ease up cheering for Bush to a point that Hoeker can again
confirm what EdrieAnne already said to you – you probably could be at least as flawless as her work. J
Sounds like the fabric the sisters have woven together, continues to give each other a source of peace, joy and
certain kind of love.
..I only boycott things I believe to be INcorrect [edrieanne] - 04:08am Feb 19, 2001 EST (#554 of 597)
I have an idea! Let's keep the poetry corner free of political stuff - we can always start a political thread!
I much enjoy reading the fun and good stuff without getting my liberal dander up - there are enough threads for
that on these boards!
Truce, folks?
..I only boycott things I believe to be INcorrect [edrieanne] - 04:09am Feb 19, 2001 EST (#555 of 597)
as for fabric, the words weave us together! ideas beget ideas - thanks, trony, for the last one. *S*
Synergy By Objectives [regal1] - 04:25am Feb 19, 2001 EST (#556 of 597)
Go ahead, weave and truce me into your world… too please. *G*
..I only boycott things I believe to be INcorrect [edrieanne] - 04:42am Feb 19, 2001 EST (#557 of 597)
WHEW! for a minute there, I thought you said truss.......
Synergy By Objectives [regal1] - 05:05am Feb 19, 2001 EST (#558 of 597)
LOL… not with that, but I think you’ll get very excited if on certain occasions, I truss your wings first, before eating?
No? J
Will someone please let the dogs back in? [hoeker] - 09:33am Feb 19, 2001 EST (#559 of 597)
It started out as being "politics free"...
Then Trone made a couple of inane paeans to Boy George, and the genie was out of the bottle. Besides, this is a politics
bulletin board; the subject is politics.
The revival of government by grownups continues. [beautress] - 09:33pm Feb 19, 2001 EST (#560 of 597)
lol
o hoeker, are you lonely?
for you keep coming here
to critique me, but I know you
are cryin' in your beer
i don't know when it happened
but for a year or more
you covered feelings fired with lust
by calling me a bore
i'm only mediocre
a dozen times a day
you said it with your hot, hot lips
now, kindly go away
the other posters 'round here
are catching onto you
develop other quaint hobby,
to keep from bein' blue
besides, you've never seen me
i could be much, much worse
than anything i've written
in mediocre verse
i could have body odor
or breath to sink a ship
you really shouldn't mess with me
or you might not be hip
i could have curly whiskers
and pack a forty-five
or I could be Medusa
with viper snakes alive
i do not mean to scare you
but i could bear a ton
of whale blubber upon my waist
o wouldn't that be fun!
..I only boycott things I believe to be INcorrect [edrieanne] - 09:35pm Feb 19, 2001 EST (#561 of 597)
whoa! Hoeker, she nailed there, fella!
you better come up with a GOOD poem, or you've been outed, my fellow poet!
Trony = 2 points!
LOL!
[CedarRun] - 10:09pm Feb 19, 2001 EST (#562 of 597)
I have but one gripe with Bush
Besides his painful imbecility
He and fast Dick should do what's right
To the best of their ability.
They should both abandon their charade
At least this is what I'd wish
And announce because of their policies
They do not deserve to fish.
For a man cannot say he loves to fish
And hold his fly rod higher
When they propose the things they do.
It makes them naught but liars.
For who would profess to love a thing
Which by their actions they seek to rend?
They should come clean and tell the truth.
And accept their shame without end.
Will someone please let the dogs back in? [hoeker] - 10:29pm Feb 19, 2001 EST (#563 of 597)
Trone...
I think
You stink.
The revival of government by grownups continues. [beautress] - 03:04pm Feb 20, 2001 EST (#564 of 597)
it took some time and planning
it had to swim or sink
but i have been rewarded
for making hoeker think
he never likes to do it
he'd rather hurl or kvetch
than try to think things over
when making truth to stretch
now he has left in fury
when his black knave was duced
by one who knows just how to make
his chicks come home to roost
Will someone please let the dogs back in? [hoeker] - 03:22pm Feb 20, 2001 EST (#565 of 597)
You are Old Mother Trony
"You are old, mother Trony," the young man said,
"And your hair has become very white;
And yet you incessantly stand on your head--
Do you think, at your age, it is right?"
"In my youth," mother Trony replied to her son,
"I feared it might injure the brain;
But now that I'm perfectly sure I have none,
Why, I do it again and again."
"You are old," said the youth, "as I mentioned before,
And have grown most uncommonly fat;
Yet you turned a back-somersault in at the door--
Pray what is the reason of that?"
"In my youth," said the sage, as she shook her grey locks,
"I kept all my limbs very supple
By the use of this ointment--one shilling the box--
Allow me to sell you a couple?"
Apologies to Lewis Carroll and Robert Southey
The revival of government by grownups continues. [beautress] - 04:03pm Feb 20, 2001 EST (#566 of 597)
lol, hoeker drearest:
although my hair is chestnut brown
with just a whisp or two of grey
i'm nothing like what you describe
in your judgmental, apish way.
but still ye must concede the fact
while you are feeling wont to wink
reluctantly you will return
because you've been coerced to think
The revival of government by grownups continues. [beautress] - 09:32am Feb 21, 2001 EST (#567 of 597)
looking o'er the landscape
with lovely azure skies
one might not know from window
what chill its charm belies
The revival of government by grownups continues. [beautress] - 09:35am Feb 22, 2001 EST (#568 of 597)
there is a joy in victory
o'er cruelty and hate
more soothing than a mint leaf
that brings a happy state
:)
The revival of government by grownups continues. [beautress] - 11:42pm Feb 22, 2001 EST (#569 of 597)
too tired to think
time to rest my head
in thoughts of dear ones
who for inner joy
make quilts that others
may have peace and warmth
and not fear of dark
rest us all bright dreams
[BillCostley] - 08:00am Feb 23, 2001 EST (#570 of 597)
Lynndon, la La Rouche
(for fellow Lynn Voice: Arnie Trachtman)
My Quaker parents forbade my smoking
so I pulled on my cheap briar outdoors
on the porch, pondering my future fame.
As a Socialist Worker, I wrote tracts
sobriquetted as Lynn's Lynn Marcus.
Fortunately, my parents never found out.
I always knew who had talent & didn't
& freely supported the genuinely talented,
like that young Jewish Brickyard painter,
a fellow Socialist Worker, whose name
I forget. Unforgettable talent. Salute him!
I'm Lynn's greatest autodidact, bar none!
I could do anything. I'm a quick study.
I got & lost many jobs with my glib talk.
I invented the LP record, not Peter Goldmark, Sr.!
I invented the Internet, not Albert Gore, Jr.!
I belong in history books. Not a footnote!
No! A whole chapter: The La Rouche Epoch!
Someday Lynn will erect my heroic statue
in front of the Lynn Public Library Main Branch
& crowds will mill around it, loudly marvelling:
"Lyndon La Rouche was born in Lynn!"
(17 FEB 01 10:43; 20 FEB 01 19:41)
get off this, get on with it. If you want to change the world, shut your mouth and start this minute
[RobNY34] - 08:45pm Feb 23, 2001 EST (#571 of 597)
.
The revival of government by grownups continues. [beautress] - 10:34pm Feb 23, 2001 EST (#572 of 597)
youth knows little pain
age is too well acquainted
human frailties
The revival of government by grownups continues. [beautress] - 12:57am Feb 26, 2001 EST (#573 of 597)
what voice sings sweetly
o'er the chords of the north wind
on warm, loving breeze
The revival of government by grownups continues. [beautress] - 09:37am Feb 26, 2001 EST (#574 of 597)
brown loam of the earth
in winter, seemingly still
yet safekeeping life
[dawnbreaking] - 07:33pm Feb 27, 2001 EST (#575 of 597)
"I thought that I would never see
Marc Rich become a pardonee.
Likewise to me it didn't occur
That Bill would be his pardoner.
I should have known, without a doubt,
Since both have sold their country out
And Bill for money has an itch
He could be bought by rich Marc Rich.
He could be bought, but this we know,
Not for a song; it took big dough.
Marc had the bucks, Bill had the pow'r
And so in his last waning hour
Bill did the deed and pardoned Rich,
Thus satisfied his money itch.
Bill put again his country last.
Thank God the Clinton era's past."
--Joy Skilmer (AKA Lyn Nofziger)
Eminem ain't nothin' but a bitch... [hoeker] - 07:42pm Feb 27, 2001 EST (#576 of 597)
There was an old woman named Blabby.
The back of her arms was quite flabby.
She veered to the right,
One frightening night,
And ever since has been just crabby.
The revival of government by grownups continues. [beautress] - 08:35am Feb 28, 2001 EST (#577 of 597)
what does do the loon designing
when someone their gold is refining?
carping undeserved,
when justice is served;
his quack is unscrupled divining
The revival of government by grownups continues. [beautress] - 11:24pm Feb 28, 2001 EST (#578 of 597)
seminole patchwork
intricate calico vest
wear it tomorrow
The revival of government by grownups continues. [beautress] - 04:33am Mar 4, 2001 EST (#579 of 597)
simple goodness, happy heart
music in my ears
honest work and cheerful part
take away my fears
The revival of government by grownups continues. [beautress] - 11:34am Mar 4, 2001 EST (#580 of 597)
understanding of
humanitarian math
discalculia
The revival of government by grownups continues. [beautress] - 10:18pm Mar 4, 2001 EST (#581 of 597)
sopranos singing
glory to God, peace on earth
in angel voices
altos harmonize
in major key, minor key
basses and tenors
music brings a rest
from the concerns of the day
lending its comfort
[beautress] - 10:24pm Mar 5, 2001 EST (#582 of 597)
imagination
sewn in some pieces of cloth
woman's signature
gentle and caring
making a masterwork quilt
softened by her love
moments of silence
broken by merriment's noise
in the running thread
patched up and whole now
capable to deliver
today's masterpiece
[CedarRun] - 08:06pm Mar 7, 2001 EST (#583 of 597)
And from our DIC (Dunderhead in Chief..) comes the following. Not bad in light of his known capacity.. It appears he
has grown.
The following is a poem composed entirely of actual quotes from our President, George W. Bush
The quotes have been arranged by Washington Post writer Richard Thompson.
MAKE THE PIE HIGHER by George W. Bush
I think we all agree
The past is over.
This is still a dangerous world.
It's a world of madmen
And uncertainty
And potential mental losses.
Rarely is the question asked
Is our children learning?
Will the highways of the Internet
Become more few?
How many hands
Have I shaked?
They misunderestimate me.
I am a pitbull on the pant leg
Of opportunity.
I know that the human being
And the fish
Can coexist.
Families is where our nation
Finds hope
Where our wings take dream.
Put food on your family!
Knock down the tollbooth!
Vulcanize Society!
Make the pie higher!
Make the pie higher!
Major League.
[natrona] - 08:56am Mar 8, 2001 EST (#584 of 597)
birds by the window
cheerfully echo the spring
for which the soul aches
[natrona] - 11:15pm Mar 8, 2001 EST (#585 of 597)
Gulliver's Travels
Lilliput and Brobdingnag
Yahoos, Houyhnhnms
[natrona] - 10:11pm Mar 13, 2001 EST (#586 of 597)
if there were justice
poking out eye for an eye
blindness would prevail
"Well, I told you once and I told you twice, but you never listen to my advice..." [hoeker] - 10:15pm
Mar 13, 2001 EST (#587 of 597)
if there were justice
there would be no eye poking
we'd live and let live
[natrona] - 10:19pm Mar 13, 2001 EST (#588 of 597)
O?
"Well, I told you once and I told you twice, but you never listen to my advice..." [hoeker] - 10:23pm
Mar 13, 2001 EST (#589 of 597)
[natrona] - 10:50pm Mar 13, 2001 EST (#590 of 597)
'nite. :)
[natrona] - 09:08pm Mar 14, 2001 EST (#591 of 597)
this workweek's passion
is a five-stripe country quilt
backed in shades of grape
sewing and quilting
seems to make time fly away
my deep purple dream
'nite again :)
[natrona] - 11:11pm Mar 17, 2001 EST (#592 of 597)
The green, green isle of Ireland
Though far across the sea
Will surely settle all disputes
So equal all may be.
[natrona] - 11:09pm Mar 19, 2001 EST (#593 of 597)
need be no fear in dark of night
in blessed heart researching right
a trust in God in everything
to which no force may evil bring
the fathers of this native land
shared what they had with outcast band
what return was the friendship lent
but worldwide peace through government
[Tammy Faye Crakker] - 11:26pm Mar 19, 2001 EST (#594 of 597)
"Satan is red"
Satan likes a little boy named Ted. Satan will have fun with Ted in bed, then after Ted has bled red, Satan will then
wed Ted at Club Med, Satan said. And that is where they met Fred and Ned, who were well fed on bread, by the waiter
Zed. The three saw a cute smile belonging to Ted and body language they read. Yes, then Zed and Ted had co-ed
phys-ed with Fred and Ned who gave better head in bed. Then out Club Med Ted sled, Zed said.
Satan befouled the next morning cried "Oh where is Ted whom bled red in my bed and I wish to wed, oh where was he
led? "Satan!", Fred said, "Zed said after getting great head from Ned, Ted fled". Then if Ted does not come back to Club
Med I wish him dead, Satan said. Then Satan shall have Fred and Ned in his bed at his homestead, instead.
[dynamax01] - 07:15pm Mar 21, 2001 EST (#595 of 597)
Well, I am sorry to hear that Father Time is closing the Doors. I have enjoyed following the posts, and sometimes
making a minor contribution.
There is a new board which has been put together by a number of Times regulars which appears to have real
potential. Its worth a try.
http://pub53.ezboard.com.bnottol
Good Luck
Dynamax.
[natrona] - 10:29pm Mar 24, 2001 EST (#596 of 597)
thank you, my friend, for taking time
to tell new home for all our rhymes!
:)
"There's a rat under my bed, and there's a little yellow man in my head..." [hoeker] - 11:32pm Mar 24,
2001 EST (#597 of 597)
It's spam, Trone...
He's left that turd all over the boards.
I do hope that Cedar Run shows up at the new poetry thread on the politics board at notTOL. I wrote him a pome of
encouragement filled with christian love. Did you see it? It rhymed real good.
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