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Post by anirbas on Apr 20, 2007 11:10:47 GMT -6
Time...
It's an entity...
It speaks in dialectual ticks and tocks...
Numerical languages of the cosmos...
Tick-tock...Tick-tock...Tick-tock...Tick-tock...
Time monologues in mili-seconds, seconds,
minutes, hours, days, weeks and years...
We hear it's voice on a daily basis...
Speaking through the children of Time...
Clocks...We hear it's voice, but
cannot comprehend, how
very precious, time,
each moment
of it is...
Tick...
Tock...
Tick...
Tock...
Tick...Tick...
Tick...Tick...Tock...
KABOOM!
Games over!
It's the end of the world!!!!!!!!!!
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Post by DavidMc on Apr 20, 2007 15:29:32 GMT -6
It's the end of the world!!!!!!!!!!
I knew you should have cut the yellow wire
instead of the green
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Post by anirbas on Apr 21, 2007 17:56:11 GMT -6
[LOL]
Instead of the green gown,
Whipporwill wore the black one
and faded into the night,
when she stepped outside
after the last expiation
of lightness left the day.
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Post by dawness on Apr 23, 2007 11:59:55 GMT -6
lightness left the day when fresh grasses
bacame the old mold and mites
that fed the night
weary, bald and paralyzed
tomorrow is my time
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Post by anirbas on Apr 23, 2007 12:28:14 GMT -6
tomorrow is my time...
or the next day, after that...
I will bask in the sunshine, then...
run beaches with my friends...
okay, walk...I'm not running
anymore unless someone's
life depends on it...but,
tomorrow is my day...
or the next one after that...
of that, I'm sure...I think...
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Post by Sam on Apr 27, 2007 9:06:05 GMT -6
I think I will
just enjoy today.
Not because
of anything special
but just for spite!
Sam hahahahaha
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Post by anirbas on Apr 28, 2007 1:31:10 GMT -6
Spite...Ooh, good one, SAm...Hard word to start a poem with...By george, I do believe
you've stumped-ed little ol' me...ggglgggl...if there's a poem here by me, when next you land, I figured out something to do with it...LOL...If not, I left it to clearer minds than my tired one to wrestle with...Goooooood one, Sam!!!!! Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...
~*~
Spite...
I cannot figure
out anything to write about spite
that will not sound cliched and trite...
I do not wish to seem mentally dull and drear...
So, I'm still stoically sitting here, trying to write a quick poem, dear!
But, I do believe I've hit a mental plateau...More like, bottomed out, mentally
without a doubt, doncha know? As all that trickled out of the empty
well of my head, tonight...Was this poem of befuddled muddlement
that hasn't the bite of spite, just sounds weakly trite...
ggglgggl...Sabs.
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Post by amycando on Apr 29, 2007 18:52:12 GMT -6
Weakly trite...
just another night
laundry needs folding
kid's book report to type up
no lover to be holding
no money over-flowing in my cup
but there is a new car in the garage
unless, of course, it is a mirage.
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Post by anirbas on Apr 30, 2007 19:49:51 GMT -6
*Good one, Amy...And congrats on the new car!!!!!*
~*~
A weak mirage is what this past I leave
shall someday be...A wan wrinkle of illusion
rippling, distorting the horizon behind,
not in front of me...
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Post by Sam on May 3, 2007 9:16:39 GMT -6
In front of me
stands a man
I used to know,
I don't know
him anymore...
Behind me
remains a life
I struggled
to overcome,
I don't live it
anymore....
I don't see
anyway to pass
through the man
I see before me,
so I must simply
turn and fly away....
Sam
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Post by anirbas on May 3, 2007 9:36:46 GMT -6
*reflective beauty of a gem, Sam!*
"I don't see
anyway to pass
through the man
I see before me,
so I must simply
turn and fly away...."
~fragmentationing of Sharonic verse.
imho, u should title this gem and put it out on the board on it's own to fly, too...
hint...hint...hint...the love board...love isn't all about our fantasies of it...
love is pain without gain even if we learn a lesson, too...LOL...just my opinion...
but, if i were u, i'd title this puppy and let it bark on it's own...gigglegiggle...nir.
or the general board, if you so desire, lady...
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Post by anirbas on May 3, 2007 9:42:31 GMT -6
fly away...
I like those two words...
fly away...flit away...flutter away...
walk away...run away...phrases of action...
that take off with my imagination
causing it to fly away...
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Post by Sam on May 4, 2007 7:52:05 GMT -6
Take off with my imagination
causing it to fly away..
Sail with me now
across the ocean deep.
Climb with me to the top
of the highest mountain
just to roll down the other side.
Camp with me under
the beautiful desert sky.
Dance with me...
when the moon is full of
twinkling stars invading the sky.
I'll be standing close
right by your side
whispering in your ear
a sweet, sweet lullabye....
Sam
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Post by amycando on May 4, 2007 19:10:40 GMT -6
Sweet lullabye....
words whispered from a lovers lips
mixed with kisses
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Post by anirbas on May 5, 2007 22:38:26 GMT -6
kisses...I crave kisses...
So, Hershey, Hershey
he's my man...nobody
had yet to understand
what this woman needs
when she's feeling blue...
like Hersheybaby can and do...
kiss...kiss...kisses...Hershey's chocolate kisses...
sweet edible lullabies wrapped in delicate silver foil...
soothes this savaged soul without any trouble...
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Post by Sam on May 7, 2007 13:24:20 GMT -6
Trouble has again arrived...
and who am I
but some unknowing soul
lost between the truth
and some naked lie...
Sam
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Post by anirbas on May 7, 2007 18:16:07 GMT -6
Naked lie the naked...
Pale and peaked with slothful, ambivalent avarice
til their skin does blister, pop and peel
beneathe the duplicitous sun they did not wisely shun...
Naked lie the naked...Someone ought to hand the naked some sunscreen...
More wickedly fun to watch them slowly roast themselves, even if that sounds mean...
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Post by amycando on May 8, 2007 19:35:34 GMT -6
More wickedly fun to watch them slowly roast themselves, even if that sounds mean...
and I know it does,
but I just can't help it
when I see people
use God and Love
as clubs to beat and condemn other people with.
On my good days I pray for them,
but some days I must confess
I like to imagine their humiliated surprise
on "Judgment Day" when God expresses
his displeasure in what they did with such
"righteous" "holier than thou" bravado.
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Post by anirbas on May 9, 2007 20:10:59 GMT -6
"Bravado!" spake the mind
to itself, at a dark hour.
" I beseech thee!
Where hath thou gone?
Hath thy departed, an hourly
depleted and enfeebled sun
hiding it's cowardly face
below the horizon?"
"Nay, nay," spake Bravado,
"I am here within you,
where I hath always been,
awaiting your need of me
to send our body's
gluteus maximus,
into action."
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Post by amycando on May 12, 2007 19:03:33 GMT -6
Gluteus maximus,
into action
and the rest of me as well
to propel me toward you
may my soul soar on high
while my body rides the rollercoaster of desire.
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Post by anirbas on May 12, 2007 22:38:05 GMT -6
of desire...
i have but one...
to get beyond this moment
and the next one following it,
as peaceably and safely as possible...
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Post by dawness on May 13, 2007 11:27:02 GMT -6
safely as possible enter into my dreams
and live there in all the many rooms
i wish to reside
for outside
we are not safe,
the wolves eat our very sacred dreams
instead
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Post by amycando on May 13, 2007 13:48:37 GMT -6
Our very sacred dreams,
instead of occupying our minds
or being translated into our lives
are lying on the shelf
where we left them after curiously eying them for brief moments
before determining them as not related
to avenues that arrive at fame fortune, or pleasure,
and dropping them to a place of dusty disuse.
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Post by Sam on May 16, 2007 14:35:55 GMT -6
A place of dusty disuse,
this place I now reside...
Neglected and dark
gloomy and cold...
I have survived
by sleeping my time away,
living from day to day
without excuses....
Sam
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Post by amycando on May 19, 2007 17:00:43 GMT -6
Living from day to day
without excuses....
that is life as it should be
no excuses
but then life as it should be would have
us all REALLY honest
and really for each other
in short a world where everyone practiced the golden rule
for real.
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Post by anirbas on May 19, 2007 18:35:50 GMT -6
for real...is it...for real?
or will i find the deal
is this and nothing less...
i've been sleepwalking
through my life
in a daydream...
and everything
i'm experiencing
at this moment...
this titillation...
scintillation...
this exultation...
is all a spiritual fantasy...
my soul imagining being free...
i'm really sitting in a rubber room
with a black leather straightjacket on,
writing poeming on the walls with a purple
crayola clenched between my toes...
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Post by amycando on May 19, 2007 19:40:56 GMT -6
you talented girl you,
writing with your toes in purple crayon!!
and hey, can i borrow the jacket
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Post by anirbas on May 19, 2007 22:31:59 GMT -6
ggglgggl...thank you...it needed an ending and that was what came to mind and what hit the wall like cooked spaghetti being tested for it's consistency of al dente'...and nope, you can't borrow my straightjacket...as it's also opts as my security blanket...*t-he*...fear not, madamoiselle, you may have instead, your very own straightjacket in your very own favorite color...[sound of creaky squeaks resonates about the box as a wardrobe rack is wheeled into the box, with a veritable undulating rainbow of gently swaying, hangered straightjackets in every hue and shade on an interior decorator's color wheel] pick your color, one size fits all...
the trick, is figuring out how to get into it, without any help...LOL...
~*~
clenched between my toes,
is a thorn covered rose...
you don't think I'm going
to clench it between
these tender lips
do you? might
as well stick
a purple
crayola
up
my
nose...
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Post by amycando on May 20, 2007 20:32:11 GMT -6
Up my nose. . .floats the aroma of a special spice
you.
I count to three before I open my eyes
eyes that almost tear up
so happy they are to behold you
I have to hold my mouth closed, now
because the only words in me
are I love you.
Suddenly I awake with a start,
then quickly hurry back to sleep,
the place where you can be mine.
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Post by anirbas on May 20, 2007 22:08:23 GMT -6
Mine...
This heart,
mind and spirit...
Mine...Just mine...
To fill with love,
memories, and dark
nights of the soul
punctuated with days
of gloriously
dancing lightness...
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