Bits and pieces

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I am using this thread for posting my various poetic bits and pieces. Thanks in advance for taking a peek.

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Dear Snow,

You suck! Chilling me
while you break my back. Why don't
you just go get slushed!

With sincere disdain as I wear my
feelings on too many layers of sleeves,

Z

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We come to a place
where we realize that, while
double entendres
can cook, they are not fancy
kitchen implements from France.

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A bird takes the sand –
one grain at a time – from the
seas to the closest
sun, and returns: when the sand’s
gone, forever’s just begun.

15oct1999

originally entitled, "Eternity"

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(inspired by you)

At this point
the sun
on the horizon
could be going down
or coming. Both are
pleasant experiences.
In one, you lie
quietly, allowing the
whole, dark, to envelope
you, swallow you up;
rise up to meet it,
bringing you into a
state of dreamy
release. Sweet.

The other begins at
that blackest of
moments at night,
and ever so slowly
(yes, you must go slow),
the shapes begin to be
outlined, the black is
enlightened,
the colors begin to hue,
and brighten, and build,
and just as that wonderful
glorious orb breaks over
the plane, the explosion
of light and color washes
over you: you
basking in warmth,
the glow, the
beauty of a new dawn.

See? This seems to be
all I am able to picture
with thoughts of you
coursing through me.

And of course,
I do not mind at all.

-- 11 oct 1999

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Red ripe strawberry:
luscious, succulent, juicy.
Tart, but oh: sweet! I
bite, savouring, to etch the
flavor forever in my mind.

3 july 2004

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Now I understand:
The pieces missing from my heart --
Discarded by your hand.

You're so black and white
Until I'm black and blue.
Searing. (Colors my world.)

But I don't give a damn.
I'll take the crumbs of self-respect
You've left, and try to be a man.

Now I'm falling out of time.
No reason left, barely a rhyme.
Lost my soul. Losing my mind.

(10/15/2000)
~ 11-08-2003

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One solitary
salty tear follows my cheek,
making its way from
eye to mouth to tongue and back
again, all be cause of you.

Spring1999

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Forced meter and circumcised vocabulary;
Decrepit, effeminate watery rhymes.
Vicarious experiences of designed spontaneity;
Saccharin joy or throttled pain.
Victorian sensibilities; Worse,
Anticlimactic passion, complicated by
Stubble scraped skin in sensitive regions.
A sterile break
In a line;
Or lines uneven, unsteady, overloaded, redundant,
Bending over backwards to lick the boot of
The next verb -- Nauseatingly obsequious,
Sycophantic in fawning over those workhorse
Words: Toadyish. (Yes, they do all the moving,
But it's the nouns what bear the weight.)
And God help us when the muse begins
To bob and weave and spin, brainstorming
Lines...Agate, ancestry, argumentation, assembly,
Bank, blood, business, cable, crease and crinkle,
Furrow, credit, products, pedigree,
Demarcation, Maginot, melody, lineage,
Outlines, pipelines, freight lines; Strained.
(At which point, All you are doing
is straining.) Finally,
Perhaps, you notice
You've turned the last line early,
And you finish it, like a drunk
Only half-way to his stupor when
He spews it all, and all is
Lost -- doomed, condemned,
Undone.

~ 9:26 AM 11/8/03

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I just noticed I went from "rookie" to "tilted"

Woo hoo & thanks to which ever moderator knocked me up a notch...

Wait a minute.

That didn't come out quite right, did it?

Of course, if I am knocked up... I got a ton of money in my future. Gotta dial 411 to find out the number for one of thos really good rags, like "The Enquirer" for THAT...

But where did the 11 on my dial go...?

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A friend of mine and I like to do different verbal games. Once in a while we name a subject and see who can come up with the quickest tanku or haiku with it. Once we tried a game we called "the Limerick Challenge."

Here's how it worked. One of us would start a limerick, and the next person did the 2nd line, and thus back and forth until we had a limerick. Some how along the way we invented "Mabel" who had quite a few adventures. One of those adventures resulted in the following related limericks.

So here they are and here you go ~
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A washed out and exhausted old Mabel
Was simply too tired to set her table
She thus dialed for takeout,
wondering, Would the delivery man try to makeout?
So she undressed as far as she was able

Now when Mabel saw the delivery driver,
She decided she'd like him to drive her,
His muscles so fit
Made her swollen and wet
She was hoping he'd take this tip: muff diver!

Now the pizza guy couldn't believe his luck,
When he saw sexy Mabel wanted to fuck,
Said the driver to Mabel,
"Yo baby! You KNOW I'm able!"
And with joy Mabel squawked like a duck!
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Perhaps we can try doing a limerick challenge in "Tilted Literature" some time, maybe? Maybe.

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It was taken for
granted that Grant would review
the fine proposal
from the Granite State, and he
was expected to grant it.

8:18 AM Sunday, July 10, 2005
~ composed for a friend who works for a non-profit

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It sucks to be stuck
at your desk full o work when
the sun's so sunny
with a breeze so sweet, and your
kids laughter hangs in the air.

5:17 AM 7/11/2005

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This was not mine, but a friend sent it to me, and I thought it was cute. I do not know who wrote it. I wish I had.
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My face in the mirror
Isn't wrinkled or drawn.
My house isn't dirty.
The cobwebs are gone.
My garden looks lovely
And so does my lawn.
I think I might never
Put my glasses back on...

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At two a.m. the
neighbor's horse suffering from
insomnia makes
a sound that you'd swear someone
was being murdered -- eerie!

12:07 PM 7/13/2005

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Some people really don't know what they're talking about, but hey, that doesn't seem to stop `em, does it?
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I heard a woman
say with heat so oppressive
"Man, it's hotter than
Hades in here!" But I've
read The Book, and disagree.

4:40 PM 7/14/2005

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The following is attributed to a man named Wayne Dinsbeer. I don't know him, nor much about him. I just thought it was a bit funny, and appropriate for Valentine's Day week.

Just like in the Geico commercial with the cave men, if you're a redneck, I mean no disrespect.
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Collards is green
my dog's name is Blue
and I'm so lucky
to have a sweet thang like you.

Yore hair is like cornsilk
a-flapping in the breeze
Softer than Blue's
and without all them fleas.

You move like the bass,
which excite me in May.
You ain't got no scales
but I luv you anyway.

Yo're as satisfy'n as okry
jist a-fry'n in the pan.
Yo're as fragrant as "snuff"
right out of the can.

You have som'a yore teeth,
for which I am proud;
I hold my head high
when we're in a crowd.

On special occasions,
when you shave under yore arms,
well, I'm in hawg heaven,
and awed by yore charms.

Still them fellers at work,
they all want to know,
what I did to deserve
such a purdy, young doe.

Like a good roll of duct tape
yo're there fer yore man,
to patch up life's troubles
and fix what you can.

Yo're as cute as a junebug
a-buzzin' overhead.
You ain't mean like those far ants
I found in my bed.

Cut from the best cloth
like a plaid flannel shirt,
you spark up my life
more than a fresh load of dirt.

When you hold me real tight
like a padded gunrack,
my life is complete;
Ain't nuttin' I lack.

Yore complexion, it's perfection,
like the best vinyl sidin'.
despite all the years,
yore age, it keeps hidin'.

Me 'n' you's like a Moon Pie
with a RC cold drank,
we go together
like a skunk goes with stank.

Some men, they buy chocolate
for Valentine's Day;
They git it at Wal-Mart,
it's romantic that way.

Some men buy fine diamonds
from a flea market booth.
"Diamonds are forever,"
they explain, suave and couth.

But for this man, honey,
these won't do.
Cause yo're too special,
you sweet thang you.

I got you a gift,
without taste nor odor,
more useful than diamonds...
IT'S A NEW TROLLIN' MOTOR!!!

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I have been so busy I have not been able to do much writing.
Much of anything.
But this one just came to me, begging to be written.
So here it is.
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In the heat of the moment

Pure, raw emotion
can be obtained: lust, blind rage,
ecstasy. Aptly
put: just a moment, and gone.
Then? Usually regrets...

03-14-2006