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Post by rrw on Oct 19, 2006 20:36:51 GMT -6
The Panda Bear Massacre
I suppose it's your little girlie giggle
which draws my wayward
thoughts toward you,
that and the simple fact
you are the only one who laughs
outright at my puny jokes.
Several thousand years ago
man had no words to express
or confess his love for another.
A simple moan, a lusty grunt
often was enough to get the woman
of his dreams. And if that didn't do the trick,
well, he could always find a nice big stick
to persuade her. But we're civilized now.
We use words to strike a blow for amour.
We convey our hearts desire
by "comparing thee to a summer's night,"
or by "doubting truth to be a liar."
We conspire on computers
to transcend the ocean floor below,
the darkest heavens above
with electronic pulses representing love.
Holding hands via a keyboard,
broad bands and plasma screens
seems a tad obscene. Allow electricity
to do our wooing for us?
Oh, I must protest! I'd rather sit
here at the Jewish Temple watching
the tears flow from your beautiful eyes
and you try to stifle a laugh
as I tell you the story of the panda bear
who goes into a bar...
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Post by Sam on Oct 20, 2006 10:17:49 GMT -6
Very nice!!!
Sam
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Post by johnyamrus on Oct 20, 2006 11:46:46 GMT -6
i've got to say...i saw the title of this (before i saw that you were the author)...uh, where was i? oh, yeah...i saw your name on the title and i was preparing myself to be assaulted by something sickeningly sweet and god-awful...but then (like i said) i saw your name and was not surprised at all to find a witty, intelligent and finely crafted poem. your poems are a wonderful discovery to me (i'm happy to say). you don't try to hit anybody over the head with any grand pronouncements: AN ODE TO THE LOVE OF MY LIFE...or: LIFE IS LIKE A RIVER...you know the stuff i'm talking about. people seem to have forgotten that less is more. subtlety is an art. and you, my friend, have got that figured out.
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Post by vixen on Oct 20, 2006 12:22:23 GMT -6
Its beautiful rrw. We have become very artificial in every aspect of our lives. Everything is clean cut, calculated smooth-lined like a modern stainless steel kitchen. And we call this progress. Vixen
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Post by rrw on Oct 20, 2006 15:07:05 GMT -6
i've got to say...i saw the title of this (before i saw that you were the author)...uh, where was i? oh, yeah...i saw your name on the title and i was preparing myself to be assaulted by something sickeningly sweet and god-awful...but then (like i said) i saw your name and was not surprised at all to find a witty, intelligent and finely crafted poem. your poems are a wonderful discovery to me (i'm happy to say). you don't try to hit anybody over the head with any grand pronouncements: AN ODE TO THE LOVE OF MY LIFE...or: LIFE IS LIKE A RIVER...you know the stuff i'm talking about. people seem to have forgotten that less is more. subtlety is an art. and you, my friend, have got that figured out. Hey, thanks, John. I think love poetry is extremely difficult to write because it is so hard to be original with it. A lot of great poets have hit it on the head way back when. It takes really looking at it personally to ever get a smidgen of originality. I do have some rather "mushy" poems that I'll probably post at sometime or another. The compliment on my writes coming from you is very rewarding. Thanks again. |
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Post by rrw on Oct 20, 2006 15:09:14 GMT -6
Its beautiful rrw. We have become very artificial in every aspect of our lives. Everything is clean cut, calculated smooth-lined like a modern stainless steel kitchen. And we call this progress. Vixen Well, technology is a blessing and a curse. I may be way old fashion but the idea of falling in love with somebody over the Internet without ever seeing them in the flesh is way beyond my understanding. Thanks for the read, Vix. |
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Post by soulfir3 on Oct 20, 2006 15:17:39 GMT -6
I am never disappointed or left wondering where the story is within your poems, in fact more often than not, I find my own thoughts turning over, as inspiratino flows through me.
Thank you for sharing this delightful and beautifully written piece. Kudos to you, my friend.
Respect, Soul
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Post by DavidMc on Oct 21, 2006 0:27:52 GMT -6
Excellent offering as per usual.
David
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Post by rrw on Oct 21, 2006 7:47:52 GMT -6
I am never disappointed or left wondering where the story is within your poems, in fact more often than not, I find my own thoughts turning over, as inspiratino flows through me. Thank you for sharing this delightful and beautifully written piece. Kudos to you, my friend. Respect, Soul Thank YOU Soul for reading. |
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Post by rrw on Oct 21, 2006 7:48:38 GMT -6
Excellent offering as per usual. David Doing my besr, David. Thanks for hosting a wonderful site. |
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Post by DavidMc on Oct 21, 2006 8:16:28 GMT -6
A panda bear walks into a bar, and tells the bartender that he wants to have lunch. The bartender gives him a menu and he orders.
The panda bear eats his lunch, and when he finishes, he gets up to leave. Suddenly, the panda bear pulls an AK-47 out of his fur, and shoots the bar to pieces. He then heads for the door.
The shocked bartender jumps out from behind the destroyed bar and yells, "Hey, what do you think you're doing? You ate lunch, shot up my bar, and now you're just going to leave?"
The panda bear answers calmlly, "I'm a panda bear." The bartender says, "Yeah, so?" The panda bear replies, "Look it up," and walks out the door.
The bartender jumps back behind the ruined bar and grabs his encyclopedia. He looks up "panda bear," and sure enough, there is a picture of the panda bear.
He reads the caption, which says, "Panda Bear--a cuddly, black and white creature. Eats shoots and leaves."
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Post by rrw on Oct 21, 2006 8:26:04 GMT -6
Heeheehee! That's exactly the story I was telling my friend in Temple and she started to laugh so hard she cried!
I guy walks into a bar and asks the bartender, "Do you know a crazy hunchback named Quasimodo?" The bartender thinks for a moment and says, " No, doesn't ring a bell."
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Post by DavidMc on Oct 21, 2006 8:31:37 GMT -6
There's also an 'X-Rated' version.. but I'll leave that one alone.
David
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Post by DavidMc on Oct 21, 2006 12:02:43 GMT -6
Heeheehee! That's exactly the story I was telling my friend in Temple and she started to laugh so hard she cried! I guy walks into a bar and asks the bartender, "Do you know a crazy hunchback named Quasimodo?" The bartender thinks for a moment and says, " No, doesn't ring a bell." But I might just have a hunch...? |
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Post by rrw on Oct 21, 2006 13:07:16 GMT -6
Heehee! Send the "dirty" one to me in PM!
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Post by anirbas on Oct 21, 2006 21:38:19 GMT -6
Absolutely mahveelous romance poeming, RRW! It's a *CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!* offering, if ever I saw one... I'm always amazed when our male poets actually dare to turn their hand to romance poeming...However, I notice you put it in the general population, instead of daring to post in the actual romance board...hehehehehehehehehe...Couldn't resist, daring to point that out...*t-he*... Elegant and elegantly funny romance poeming, RRW! Got more?  Nir.  |
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Post by rrw on Oct 21, 2006 22:24:03 GMT -6
Absolutely mahveelous romance poeming, RRW! It's a *CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!* offering, if ever I saw one... I'm always amazed when our male poets actually dare to turn their hand to romance poeming...However, I notice you put it in the general population, instead of daring to post in the actual romance board...hehehehehehehehehe...Couldn't resist, daring to point that out...*t-he*... Elegant and elegantly funny romance poeming, RRW! Got more? Nir. oh, I am an incurable romantic... and somewhat of a klutz when it comes to amour! Hope you noticed that in the poetry! |
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Post by anirbas on Oct 22, 2006 0:54:19 GMT -6
What I noticed, was the spark of realism to be found in the romance dancing through the piece...The mark of reality? It's endearing klutziness...Your word, klutz, mon frere, not mine...LOL...Nir
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Post by rrw on Oct 22, 2006 11:28:02 GMT -6
What I noticed, was the spark of realism to be found in the romance dancing through the piece...The mark of reality? It's endearing klutziness...Your word, klutz, mon frere, not mine...LOL...Nir Heehee! yeah, I'm trying to get more grounded with my writes. I think my poetry is often sad, but with a sense of humor about it. There's so much out there to write about. We just have to recognize it. |
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