mardigrasbob 0 #126 October 22, 2004 Old men worship w/ long noses, old soulful eyes. Young girls worship, exotic, indian, w/ robes who make us feel foolish for acting w/ our eyes. Lost in the vanity of the senses which got us where we are. Children worship but seldom act at it. Who needs temples & couches & T.V. We can do it on a sunny floor w/ friends & make any sound or movement that comes. Roll on our backs screaming w/ mirth glad in the guilt of our madness. Better to be cool in our worship & gain the respect of the ancient & wise wearing those robes. They know the secret of mind-change reality. --J. Morrison ------------------------ Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
mark 102 #127 October 22, 2004 From TS Eliot, "The Wasteland" O O O O that Shakespeherian Rag— It's so elegant So intelligent 'What shall I do now? What shall I do?' 'I shall rush out as I am, walk the street 'With my hair down, so. What shall we do to-morrow? 'What shall we ever do? Mark Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
12500ft 2 #128 October 23, 2004 In honor of my lousy month, here's my current favorite. Falling Apart One fragile puzzel piece Leaves the table, hits the ground. No one's there to see it, And it doesn't make a sound. The spider's web from centre grows, A brittle crack does crawl, It would only take a gentle tap, All shattered pieces then would fall. A window now created Where once the broken piece did lie Shows the crimson, bleeding skin Threatening to die. Tears welling never falling, Puzzle holding them in place. A myriad of mended tiles, Conceal fractured, splintered face. Invisible is safe they say, No one can see your pain. Hide behind the tattered mask, The tear marred skin you've stained. Gather up those pieces now, And bond them back once more. Wall back those tears that threaten hot To burn their mask upon the floor. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Zep 0 #129 October 23, 2004 Beans beans good for your heart The more you eat the more you fart The more you fart the better you feel So lets have beans for every meal Gone fishing Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
skydiver30960 0 #130 October 24, 2004 A few for you. Starting with a dose of teenage angst from my highschool years (pardon my skipping the accent marks): Ayer Te vi ayer, No me sonreiste. Solamente continuabas caminando, Brazo y brazo con el. Te recorde ayer, No me llamaste. Habian cosas mejores que hacer, Habian hombres mejores tambien. Gritaba tu nombre ayer, No me oiste. Solamente los arboles oyeron, Y ellos no recuerdan. Tome la mano ayer, Tantas veces, en el mente. Pero la mano no movio, Se quedo a mi lado. Lo hice todo ayer, No te diste cuenta. Que voy hacer Hoy? And a poem to go with "Dulce et decorum est..." and a response written by an author I know of only by name. How I found the response is pretty magical, but that's for another post... In Flanders Fields Lt. Col. John Alexander McCrae In Flanders Fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row That mark our place. And in the sky The larks still bravely singing fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow. Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders Fields Take up the quarrel with the foe! To you from failing hands we throw The torch, be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders Fields. A response by Maud Oliver Yes, ye may sleep, ye Canadian brave, For freedom's flag forever waves Where once the hun with iron tread Trampled the living and the dead. You heard the call from distant land And caught the torch from falling hand. You held it high, and carried on 'Till victory at last was won. True, you no more see sunset glow Nor feel the breeze of morn ablow Nor hear the skylark's lilting note Rise up to Heaven from golden throat. Yet in our home beyond our ken You still shall guide the hearts of men. Though crucified and torture wrung, Your deeds shall live on every tongue. Sleep softly then, in Flanders bed, 'Neath coverlet of poppy red. The wind shall softly o'er you sigh, The birds sing soothing lullaby. Elvisio "chokes me up every damn time" Rodriguez Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Snowbird 0 #131 October 25, 2004 A favourite from when I was little, by Robert Louis Stevenson. The first book I ever saved up for and bought was his A Child's Garden of Verses. Where Go The Boats? Dark brown is the river, Golden is the sand. It flows along for ever, With trees on either hand. Green leaves a-floating, Castles of the foam, Boats of mine a-boating - Where will all come home? On goes the river And out past the mill, Away down the valley, Away down the hill. Away down the river, A hundred miles or more, Other little children Shall bring my boats ashore. Women and cats will do as they please, and men and dogs should relax and get used to the idea. -Robert A. Heinlein Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
headoverheels 291 #132 October 25, 2004 One of many great ones from Shel Silverstein, who also wrote "Boy Named Sue," "Cover of the Rolling Stone" and the Unicorn song. The Smoke-off In the laid back California town of sunny San Rafael Lived a girl named Pearly Sweetcake, you prob’ly knew her well. She’d been stoned fifteen of her eighteen years and the story was widely told That she could smoke 'em faster than anyone could roll. Her legend finally reached New York, that Grove Street walk-up flat Where dwelt The Calistoga Kid, a beatnik from the past With long browned lightnin’ fingers he takes a cultured toke And says, “Hell, I can roll ‘em faster, Jim, than any chick can smoke!” So a note gets sent to San Rafael, “For the Championship of the World The Kid demands a smoke off!” "Well, bring him on!" says Pearl, "I'll grind his fingers off his hands, he'll roll until he drops!" Says Calistog, "I'll smoke that twist till she blows up and pops!” So they rent out Yankee Stadium and the word is quickly spread "Come one, come all, who walk or crawl, price – just two lids a head And from every town and hamlet, over land and sea they speed The world's greatest dopers, with the Worlds greatest weed Hashishers from Morocco, hemp smokers from Peru And the Shamnicks from Bagun who puff the deadly Pugaroo And those who call it Light of Life and those that call it boo. See the dealers and their ladies wearing turquoise, lace, and leather See the narcos and the closet smokers puffin’ all together From the teenies who smoke legal to the ones who've done some time To the old man who smoked “reefer” back before it was a crime And the grand old house that Ruth built is filled with the smoke and cries Of fifty thousand screaming heads all stoned out of their minds. And they play the national anthem and the crowd lets out a roar As the spotlight hits The Kid and Pearl, ready for their smokin' war At a table piled up high with grass, as high as a mountain peak Just tops and buds of the rarest flowers, not one stem, branch or seed. Maui Wowie, Panama Red and Acapulco Gold. Kif from East Afghanistan and rare Alaskan Cold. Sticks from Thailand, Ganja from the Islands, and Bangkok's Bloomin' Best. And some of that wet imported shit that capsized off Key West. Oaxacan tops and Kenya Bhang and Riviera Fleurs. And that rare Manhatten Silver that grows down in the New York sewers. And there's bubblin’ ice cold lemonade and sweet grapes by the bunches. And there's Hershey’s bars, and Oreos, ‘case anybody gets the munchies. And the Calistoga Kid, he sneers, and Pearly, she just grins. And the drums roll low and the crowd yells “GO!” and the world’s first Smoke Off begins. Kid flicks his magic fingers once and ZAP! that first joint’s rolled. Pearl takes one drag with her mighty lungs and WOOSH! that roach is cold. Then The Kid he rolls his Super Bomb that’d paralyze a moose. And Pearley takes one super hit and SLURP! that bomb’ defused. Then he rolls three in just ten seconds and she smokes 'em up in nine, And everybody sits back and says, "This just might take some time." See the blur of flyin’ fingers, see the red coal burnin’ bright As the night turns into mornin’ and the mornin’ fades to night And the autumn turns to summer and a whole damn year is gone But the two still sit on that roach-filled stage, smokin' and rollin' on With tremblin’ hands he rolls his jays with fingers blue and stiff She coughs and stares with bloodshot gaze, and puffs through blistered lips. And as she reaches out her hand for another stick of gold The Kid he gasps, "Goddamn it, bitch, there's nothin' left to roll!" "Nothin’ left to roll?", screams Pearl, "Is this some twisted joke?” “I didn't come here to fuck around, man, I come here to SMOKE!" And she reaches 'cross the table And grabs his bony sleeves And she crumbles his body between her hands like dried and brittle leaves Flickin' out his teeth and bones like useless stems and seeds And then she rolls him in a Zig Zag and lights him like a roach. And the fastest man with the fastest hands goes up in a puff of smoke. In the laid-back California town of sunny San Rafael Lives a girl named Pearly Sweetcake, you prob’ly know her well. She’s been stoned twenty-one of her twenty-four years, and the story’s widely told. How she still can smoke them faster than anyone can roll While off in New York City on a street that has no name. There's the hands of the Calistoga Kid in the Viper Hall of Fame And underneath his fingers there's a little golden scroll That says, Beware of Bein’ the Roller When There's Nothin’ Left to Roll. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
4dbill 0 #133 October 4, 2009 Hippo's Hope By Shel Silverstein There once was a hippo who wanted to fly -- Fly-hi-dee, try-hi-dee, my-hi-dee-ho. So he sewed him some wings that could flap through the sky -- Sky-hi-dee, fly-hi-dee, why-hi-dee-go. He climbed to the top of a mountain of snow -- Snow-hi-dee, slow-hi-dee, oh-hi-dee-hoo. With the clouds high above and the sea down below -- Where-hi-dee, there-hi-dee, scare-hi-dee-boo. (Happy ending) And he flipped and he flapped and he bellowed so loud -- Now-hi-dee, loud-hi-dee, proud-hi-dee-poop. And he sailed like an eagle, off into the clouds -- High-hi-dee, fly-hi-dee, bye-hi-dee-boop. (Unhappy ending) And he leaped like a frog and he fell like a stone -- Stone-hi-dee, lone-hi-dee, own-hi-dee-flop. And he crashed and he drowned and broke all his bones -- Bones-hi-dee, moans-hi-dee, groans-hi-dee-glop. (Chicken ending) He looked up at the sky and looked down at the sea -- Sea-hi-dee, free-hi-dee, whee-hi-dee-way. And he turned and went home and had cookies and tea -- That's hi-dee, all hi-dee, I have to say Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
DSE 3 #134 October 4, 2009 Sunset comes, not different from the one before Beyond the rain that fell walking through the door Silence now the only sound is heartbeats loud Pounding pain not felt long since, hidden no more Moving ‘cross the sky, soul bent to ride Hell rides with me, within, from inside Fly with me, your name upon the breeze soft winds arms open wide Tension deepened, lips parted begging you Please Please Find me here, speaking there spirit dark against the storm Burning wings I’m falling fast so desperate, love might last It never has before I’m back once Once more to a place I swore I’d never visit ever more Jaded, fated to fall and fail The ride is worth the pain, Insane? Doing the same thing twice Hopeful to renew Close my eyes and trust myself Trust in you and no one else Ground coming faster So little time An empty heart Partner in crime Agony in those left behind… I’ll never forget that long flight. It was a moment I’ll cherish forever. I wanted to share it with you. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Tuna-Salad 0 #135 October 4, 2009 When I am called to duty, God, Whenever flames my rage; Give me the strength to save a life Whatever be it's age Help me embrace a child Before it is too late Or save and older person From the horror of that fate Enable me to be alert And hear the weakest shout And quickly and efficiently Put the fire out I want to fill my calling And to give the best in me To guard my every neighbor And protect his property And if, according to my fate I am to lose my life, Bless with your protecting hand My children and my wife I used to keep this taped to the inside of the top of my helmet when I worked at the fire department.Millions of my potential children died on your daughters' face last night. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
quade 3 #136 October 4, 2009 Felis catus is your taxonomic nomenclature, An endothermic quadruped, carnivorous by nature; Your visual, olfactory, and auditory senses Contribute to your hunting skills and natural defenses. I find myself intrigued by your subvocal oscillations, A singular development of cat communications That obviates your basic hedonistic predilection For a rhythmic stroking of your fur to demonstrate affection. A tail is quite essential for your acrobatic talents; You would not be so agile if you lacked its counterbalance. And when not being utilized to aid in locomotion, It often serves to illustrate the state of your emotion. O Spot, the complex levels of behavior you display Connote a fairly well-developed cognitive array. And though you are not sentient, Spot, and do not comprehend, I nonetheless consider you a true and valued friend. -- "Data" (Actually, Brannon Braga wrote it if I'm not mistaken since he's the one actually credited with writing the episode.)quade - The World's Most Boring Skydiver Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
freethefly 6 #137 October 4, 2009 I had a black light poster on my wall way back in the early 70's of this poem. Made sense then and even more so today. By Fritz Pearls the founder of Gestalt Therapy I do my thing and you do your thing. I am not in this world to live up to your expectations and you are not in the world to live up to mine. You are you and I am I. If by chance we find each other it is beautiful! If not, it cannot be helped."...And once you're gone, you can't come back When you're out of the blue and into the black." Neil Young Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
BlueSBDeath 2 #138 October 4, 2009 I wrote this in High School (1976). What is time, But time within time itself, as time changes, from time to time. Yes, I was High!! Arvel BSBD Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KermieCorleone 0 #139 October 4, 2009 might be a wee bit narcissistic but I like because of who I wrote it for ... QuoteWhile the rest of the world went round and round, My desperation was rising in the air all around, I wanted to run, the eyes said it all loud and clear. In vain and in desperation I called out for my old dear, I searched the heavens and stars, for my little dear was good, Face full of tears, I couldn't understand how they could? In need of blessing, didn't even have time to tie up loose ends, Long to hear her voice say my name, long for a little time to make amends, Cant leave you, turn my back and walk away, I'm trying so hard to be brave. Wondering "Is there a heaven or hell on earth?", its hearing her voice I crave, As all the plans I made start to fade, because no matter how hard I try, My old dear didn't even wait for me to say I love you and Goodbye? - Neil Never make assumptions! That harmless rectangle could be two triangles having sex ... Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KermieCorleone 0 #140 October 4, 2009 Quote This is my favourite poem also (even if slightly modified) IF By Rudyard Kipling If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too: If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or being hated don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise; If you can dream and not make dreams your master; If you can think and not make thoughts your aim, If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same: If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools; If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings, And never breathe a word about your loss: If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!" If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with Kings---nor lose the common touch, If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with you, but none too much: If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son! that used to be in my dentists office back when I had braces so I used to ponder on it once a month for a year and half and I still love it- Neil Never make assumptions! That harmless rectangle could be two triangles having sex ... Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
xtravrtsoul 0 #141 October 4, 2009 I write poetry: Here is one I wrote that I love: Straddling it.... Riding on it.... Grasping on the grips.... Feeling the vibration between my legs.... Its warmth caresses my inner thighs.... I lean forward.... I crank my hand back.... My heart races full of adrenaline.... I hug the body.... I reach my ultimate climax.... Ohhhhhhh my god, I whisper....... I love my motorcycle ;)You create life, life does not create you. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
robskydiv 0 #142 October 4, 2009 Here's one I recently wrote, It's called "twenty three: "Twenty three and twenty three, It takes both sets to make me me. Twenty three from mum and twenty three from dad, I've got both sets and I'm so glad. I like guy stuff and some girl stuff too, But don't judge me, because without both sets, You would not be you. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
robskydiv 0 #143 October 4, 2009 Yo soy un hombre sincero de donde crece la palma Y antes de morirme Quiero echar los versos del alma. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KermieCorleone 0 #144 October 5, 2009 Quote Yo soy un hombre sincero de donde crece la palma Y antes de morirme Quiero echar los versos del alma. subtitles?- Neil Never make assumptions! That harmless rectangle could be two triangles having sex ... Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KermieCorleone 0 #145 October 5, 2009 Erlkönig Who rides here so late through night and wind? It is a father with his small child. He holds his son firm in his arms He clasps him safely, he keeps him warm. "My son, oh why do you look so afraid?" "See Father, don't you see the Erlking is there? The Erlking, Erlking with crown and cloak?" "My son, it's a wisp of mist." "My dearest child, come, go with me! all kinds of games I'll play with you; such lovely flowers bloom on the bank, and my mother has many golden clothes." "My father, my father, and do you not hear, What erlking promises sweetly to me?" "Stay peaceful, oh stay calm, dearest child; In leaves so dry there rustles the wind." "Will you dear boy, will you come with me My daughters soon they will wait on you; My daughters lead in the nightly dance And sway and dance and beckon to you." "My father, my father, and do you not see, The Erlkings daughters in that dark place?" "My son, my son, I see it so clear: Tis only the ancient willows so grey." "I love you, your fine figure attracts me so much; And if you're not willing, I'll take you by force." "My father, my father, he's grasping me now! Erlking has hurt me, has hurt me!" The father shudders, he quickens his pace, He holds in his arms the groaning child. He reaches home with haste and dread; In his arms, the child was dead.- Neil Never make assumptions! That harmless rectangle could be two triangles having sex ... Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KermieCorleone 0 #146 October 5, 2009 QuoteI write poetry: Here is one I wrote that I love: Straddling it.... Riding on it.... Grasping on the grips.... Feeling the vibration between my legs.... Its warmth caresses my inner thighs.... I lean forward.... I crank my hand back.... My heart races full of adrenaline.... I hug the body.... I reach my ultimate climax.... Ohhhhhhh my god, I whisper....... I love my motorcycle ;) here's another biker poem, I thought was pretty cool ... Sonnet CXII - A TWO WHEELED RITE OF PASSAGE He sallies forth, my little boy, now two-wheeled But this is not transition from his tricycle: Horsepower sixty five, his wheels have squealed; My too-soon grown lad, on my motorcycle. His learner's permit held in his back pocket; Four cylinders of Macho roaring past. Not yet sixteen, propelled as if by rocket; It's years, not miles that have gone by too fast. My little boy, who sucked his thumb, who teased his sister, Is reaching out to make the world his own. Does license make the world now call him mister? And shall he, two-wheeled, leave me soon alone? But privately, I smile at his brave feat; For part of me rides with him, down the street. by R.A. Hirschfeld, Fountain Hills AZ, 7/15/81, The week his son, Willy, got his driver's learner's permit.- Neil Never make assumptions! That harmless rectangle could be two triangles having sex ... Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KermieCorleone 0 #147 October 5, 2009 Over the hills in a weird little land. Live fairies and goblins with more than two hands. Some gremlins they say, can come with four eyes. The dragons can scorch with the simplest of sighs. The scariest things to people like us, cos nothing can touch them, they're allergic to fuss. Until their mother appeared, started roaming their valley. Hiding and pouncing from damp, dark alleys. No noise, No chewing, No signs of a fight. Devouring the children with a plate of French fries. The bitch as she's called in the company of elves. Brought this tormenting curse upon herself. She'd been on a bender and staggered home pissed. Found an eighth and some Rizlas and rolled out a spliff. Got the munchies and reached for the handiest snack. She hate her own kids and then spat them straight back. "Forgive me, my beauties, what a dreadful mistake!" The children can't hear her they've gone it's too late. "Debbie Gallagher - Shameless"- Neil Never make assumptions! That harmless rectangle could be two triangles having sex ... Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
KermieCorleone 0 #148 October 5, 2009 I forgot who wrote this but I can dig it ... If you was white, you be alright but if youse black, oh brother get back, and if youse brown, "get down!!! get down!!! get down!!!" I am now the new black, the new negro, the new jew, the new criminal. By my appearance, I have surrendered my integrity and my dignity. This is my burden, I'll get used to wearing it. One day, this war on terrorism will be over, or I'll have gotten used to it. Or, some day, the terrorists will look different and they'll carry something else. Then I may be given some relief. Until then, "If you's brown, get down, get down, get down."- Neil Never make assumptions! That harmless rectangle could be two triangles having sex ... Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
JohnMitchell 14 #149 October 5, 2009 I think I shall never see A poem as lovely as a tree. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
warpedskydiver 0 #150 October 5, 2009 There was a MILF from Nantucket, who said hold it still and I'll.... Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites