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Post by phantasm on Mar 3, 2013 17:06:38 GMT -6
A believer's less likely to flinch
when facing down a charging bull
or when fire falls from heaven
if they think this is what the world deserves.
When you think you know where you're going,
you're less likely to swerve
even if you find yourself going down a dead-end road
at the last minute.
A hedonist is less likely to flinch
when he sees acid rain dissolve the world before his eyes
He'll just call up Clive
and ask, "Hey, you want to party at my house? The world's
about to end, ya'know, bro." They'll dance and drink
til their flesh is pouring down the kitchen sink. At least they had fun before they died.
What do these two men have in common?
Intentionality. They both exist despite their nationality,
ethnicity, or even religion. They both have hearts of active fission.
So I tell you, learn from both of them:
Live, live, live!
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Post by aims on Mar 3, 2013 20:50:58 GMT -6
Live, live, live!
Thrive.
Dive into the depths of who you are,
and come out alive.
Do not connive
only strive,
thrive.
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Post by phantasm on Mar 9, 2013 21:37:40 GMT -6
Thrive where you are.
Don't pay overmuch attention
to that which is way too close or even afar.
You can build a world that nurtures your soul.
Surround yourself with beauty and knowledge
and all that sings to you, no matter what that might be.
Do it a bit at a time and you'll be fine.
Don't give in to the daily grind.
Give it a swift kick in the behind.
You can laugh at life.
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Post by phantasm on Mar 11, 2013 21:01:52 GMT -6
What, no one can think of anything to say with my last line?
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Post by anirbas on Mar 11, 2013 21:35:49 GMT -6
What? No one can think of anything
to say with my last line?
You can laugh at life....
I say, again,
you, can laugh at life.
Or, not. Life could care less.
For life will definitely be laughing
at you, them, us, me...
For life, shall always
have the last laugh,
even if we get the last line...
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Post by phantasm on Mar 16, 2013 15:53:02 GMT -6
For life, shall always have the last laugh,
even if we get the last line...
But we have attitude.
What we cultivate fills our mental space
and so we
laugh
and cry
curse
and ponder
Until we become somebody.
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Post by phantasm on Mar 19, 2013 16:14:51 GMT -6
OK, new last line--
the shamrock-colored beer tastes good!
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Post by aims on Mar 20, 2013 20:56:44 GMT -6
The shamrock-colored beer tastes good!
at least, so says the man under the creepy black hood,
with four leaf clover pinned to his robed breast
with sickle in hand
he causes distress
so I supposed now we don't have to guess
does the grim reaper take a happy hour
before more souls he'll devour
and the shamrock suggests
he's a fan of St Patty
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Post by phantasm on Mar 23, 2013 7:51:58 GMT -6
His job has driven him batty
when everyone heaps on the flattery
and nothing in the office ever gets done.
He files paperwork and muses
what the gossiper deduces
about his love life with his wife at home,
and the carpet that goes un-vacumned
and the daughter that ignores everything he says
and the coffee cups in the cupboard no one ever uses.
There are only so many abuses
a man can take, even if he's the head honcho.
People should pay more attention to their own lives
instead of the Kardashians'-- (who knows how many knives
have been driven into those people's backs)
and not pick on anyone in the office who's a little different
from everyone else. We create mutually re-enforcing hells
with runaway gossip. Everyone knows it packs a wallop.
Speak kindly and drive people sane.
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Post by aims on Mar 30, 2013 15:21:37 GMT -6
Speak kindly and drive people sane.
to the gossip and the cynic that is nothing short of profane
but what do they know? their existence inane
and oh, so terribly vain
of the good souls life
they are the bane!
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Post by anirbas on Mar 30, 2013 22:14:11 GMT -6
*Drat and double drat! You two are poeming down in here, in a smoking hot fashion! I just had me a blast catching up! Woot! Woot! Alas, I got's nuthin'...Besides, I don't want to be interrupting this insane flow! And the line change, had me cracking up with laughter! Good one, Phant! Okay, now, y'all carry on...hehe*
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Post by phantasm on Apr 4, 2013 18:23:27 GMT -6
They are the bane that continually drive in the fast lane they'll drive under a crane if it gets them to the next meeting 30 seconds early. They are the bane of everyone, surely they are insane for cutting off a minivan while driving a Corvette. They live with the gas pedal pressed to the metal. The only reason they slow down is if they have cancer in the brain stem. They constantly live in a contest between us and them. Merely hearing about their existence gives me a headache. For God's sake, slow down and eat a steak!  |
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Post by aims on Apr 6, 2013 18:01:29 GMT -6
For God's sake, slow down and eat a steak!
it's not often you get this kind of break
at a charming restaurant
by a picturesque lake
if you would relax we could even have cake. . .
then we can find the vampire
and peg his heart with a stake
ending his eternal thirst that he could not slake
and watch it dwindle to bones adrift on the water
what an end to an evening,
my kind of slaughter.
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Post by phantasm on Apr 6, 2013 21:36:17 GMT -6
You been watching vampire movies, aims?
my kind of slaughter
is when I get a running start
with the assault rifle of my choice
and blow away my friends on HALO
on the X-Box.
That game really rocks!
Alas, I would not make a good soldier in real life.
All I would to is get sand in my shoes and gripe.
No thank you, not for me. Rife
with conflict this planet is. I can't bring myself to participate.
I'd rather put an end to all the hate.
We all belong to the one, the human tribe.
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Post by aims on Apr 7, 2013 14:24:09 GMT -6
Nah, that little twist just popped into my head and made me laugh not the direction one would be expecting it to go in.
We all belong to the one, the human tribe.
fairness and kind treatment of each other shouldn't require a bribe
doing right by one another should perfectly jibe!
Still Humans continue to declare war on each other
instead of treating them like a sister or brother.
We should all try to live by the golden rule
yes, that corny old rule that makes you a fool,
in they eyes of the hardened cynic
but theirs is certainly not a good behavior to mimic!
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Post by anirbas on Apr 7, 2013 21:05:57 GMT -6
A good behavior to mimic...
Patience isn't a virtue...
It's a learned behavior ...
Be you're own parent...
Teach it to yourself...
And regain sanity...
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Post by phantasm on Apr 8, 2013 17:35:33 GMT -6
regain sanity
weather you watch Sean Hannity
or get your politics from your liberal granny.
Treat people different from you compassionately.
When people are on top humanity prevails.
But when ideas are on top ideology trumps all else.
What we care about shapes our priorities.
Ideas were made for man, not man for ideas.
It doesn't matter who believes in this, weather it's a majority
or a lonely, single person walking across the plain.
It's obvious to every Harvey, Dick and Jane--
That's who they want to be with.
They hustle forthwith
to get there when they see it happening.
It's the secret of life, the fount of eternal youth.
You can't phone it in from a telephone booth.
You have to make it work in person.
Sanity is found in others.
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Post by anirbas on Apr 8, 2013 18:44:32 GMT -6
Skimming back through the last few posts, I realized, I left the last line off of my offering...lol...
Faith in humanity...
~*~
A good behavior to mimic...
Patience isn't a virtue...
It's a learned behavior ...
Be you're own parent...
Teach it to yourself...
And regain sanity...
Faith in humanity...
~*~
Not changing it at this late stage in the game. Haha. Idiot behind the wheel that night is my plea or something...Where the heck was my designated driver? hehe
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Post by phantasm on Apr 8, 2013 21:22:26 GMT -6
What, you didn't like what I did with that last one?
What do the add-a-poem bylaws say about a situation like this? Whose do we use?
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Post by anirbas on Apr 9, 2013 20:51:17 GMT -6
Oh, no, no, no...Miscommunication...We go with your poem...I was rambling on poking fun at myself for forgetting the last line on my offering...And not realizing it, til I re-read the last few pieces which I often do, that we all contribute...
Then so I could see what it was supposed to look like, I re-did it in my post...Didn't mean to imply my gaff superceded your piece...
Funny, irregardless, what you wrote, still went perfectly with the thought I forgot...Like minds think alike...
So, there isn't any confusion, Phantasm's piece takes the lead...
Therefore, to begin, again...
~*~
regain sanity
weather you watch Sean Hannity
or get your politics from your liberal granny.
Treat people different from you compassionately.
When people are on top humanity prevails.
But when ideas are on top ideology trumps all else.
What we care about shapes our priorities.
Ideas were made for man, not man for ideas.
It doesn't matter who believes in this, weather it's a majority
or a lonely, single person walking across the plain.
It's obvious to every Harvey, Dick and Jane--
That's who they want to be with.
They hustle forthwith
to get there when they see it happening.
It's the secret of life, the fount of eternal youth.
You can't phone it in from a telephone booth.
You have to make it work in person.
Sanity is found in others.
~Phantasm.
(and yes, I liked what you wrote)
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Post by aims on Apr 10, 2013 19:43:25 GMT -6
Sanity is found in others
our sisters and our brothers
in this human race
same components but different face
and like a mirror they show us our best and our worst
none of this is new
none of this is a first
and yet,
then again,
it is!
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Post by phantasm on Apr 13, 2013 19:06:45 GMT -6
"It is time."
These words are the hardest.
They symbolize the harvest.
Fine
we say
or
oh, goodie!
The pregnant urgency
pressing down from overhead
or the concept we're being led--
it says you are out of time.
Like a TV show fading to black
there's nothing else to do but move on.
Newness awaits on the other side of the words
weather it's anticipated or not. Sometimes that's
the hardest thing to face.
Time marches on no matter what.
The ground constantly shifts beneath our feet
but we can choose to walk in whichever direction we choose.
What will the landscape look like once we get to where we're going?
next time, aims, give an easier last line!
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Post by aims on Apr 15, 2013 14:35:23 GMT -6
Sorry Phantasm I will try to give more consideration . . . be less oblivious!!!  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
What will the landscape look like once we get to where we're going?
I can tell you this much
sparse will be the growing,
a cactus, an aloe, a desert rose
splashes of color on earthen expanse
a blistering romance
with no man's lands
where spider and snake
and lizard bake
give me 40 days
and 40 nights
and I'll return bearing insights!
Ah, sweet desert delights!
whether it be day or night!
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Post by phantasm on Apr 19, 2013 21:28:05 GMT -6
Whether it be day or night
you can find the time to write
or paint or make pottery.
You can do it listening to Daughtry
or in between staff meetings.
You can steel a gaze out a window imagining
an alien waving it's tentacle in greetings. It's a beginning
to a much more protracted journey.
We do the things we care about.
The things that matter to our soul have the most clout.
Life is not lived in the cracks, but in vast swaths of time
weather in thrall to someone else or left to our own devices.
Don't submit to your vices.
Rise to become your best self.
That is real wealth.
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Post by anirbas on Apr 20, 2013 22:49:31 GMT -6
Exalt, Phant. This one has legs of it's own to stand on. You should devise a title for it and post it on it's own...And I know poetry would be considered an object by some and therefore its, not it's, but, not by me...Not, by me...haha
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Post by phantasm on Apr 22, 2013 19:04:12 GMT -6
Last line:
That is real wealth
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Post by anirbas on Apr 23, 2013 13:31:54 GMT -6
That...That is real wealth.
The ability to simply dissimilate
oneself from the sandblaster of life.
To smile through various piles
of dross and floss
with equal finesse...
That...That is real wealth.
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Post by aims on Apr 28, 2013 7:55:26 GMT -6
That is real wealth
When you have health
or at least if you are alive
and furthermore, if you can drive! *
then you will thrive!
then you are rife with life
not looking for an end in a knife!
Lived to see another day
wouldn't have it any other way.
*(that way if the health aint so hot!)
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Post by anirbas on Apr 28, 2013 22:04:41 GMT -6
~*~ If the health ain't so hot, so to speak One should accept the individual limitations and get on with the business of living... Because, if you're breathing, you're still alive... I wouldn't be caught dead trying to end my days with a knife, a shank, a sword, a foil, or a daggar. Nah, I'm content to swagger into a room like Igor dragging his gimpy leg, if it comes to it and that I must do... But, when it gets to the point, I can't wipe me own arse, if it comes to that...Well, folks, if it comes that, well, then, I am done. And you can't stop me... I brought myself into this world and I can take me out of it if I dratted want to. ~*~  |
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Post by aims on May 2, 2013 21:17:50 GMT -6
If I dratted want to. . .
I'll hold my breath til I turn blue!
I'll leave someone scratching their head with barely a clue!
I'll start rounding up members for a new crew
I'll leave in the middle of a conversation, exclaiming how time flew!
I'll take a new lover and tell no one who!
there are oh so many things I could do. . .
If I dratted want to!
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