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Wed Dec-08-04 11:24 PM
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An original from ZW:
Zona Winds
Winds sweep across the rim Up here high above saguaro Above sand and sagebrush Up through the canyon Grand or Oak Creek There are several Craggy, like the faces of Wise elders On the plateau
Snow will be melting soon Off the peaks of San Francisco To vainly quench the ever Thirsty denizens of the town Below, and above The valley of the sun Where the winds come from Where coyotes mark the night air Yelping at your window
This thin high air of home Windy in the early evening As the pines just don't whisper They have stories to tell The old mother road The winding desert highway A broken piece of asphalt Like a black ribbon of dust It is windy and windy today
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Wed Dec-08-04 11:26 PM
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Edited on Wed Dec-08-04 11:27 PM by arwalden
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Wed Dec-08-04 11:29 PM
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Perhaps I should write an Ode to Kona. ;-)
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Wed Dec-08-04 11:35 PM
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3. Cool Arizona poem. On another subject, here's one I wrote 13 years ago. |
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Edited on Wed Dec-08-04 11:37 PM by Fridays Child
Snuffling snorer soundly snips his spouse's strings of snooze. Snap! She's up, her slumber squelched, and sleeplessness ensues. Soon, snoring stops and silence settles in, as if to spite-- Stillness so stentorian, her somnolence is slight. :boring:
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Wed Dec-08-04 11:39 PM
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4. Love the alliteration! |
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Wed Dec-08-04 11:46 PM
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Thu Dec-09-04 07:33 PM
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7. World's Worst Love Poem |
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Oh dearest ,
Your eyes shine more powerfully than a Dodge 1500, YES! It DOES have a Hemi. Your body was obviously the inspiration of a Ralph Steadman painting and your voice, is that of 1,000 Angels all eating barbque'd chicken at the exact same time.
I'd like to take you home with me, .
I'd like to bathe you in a tub filled with my own mucus. Don't worry, for I have a head cold and funnel that works in reverse. With the ease and precision of a professional Peanutbutter and Jelly Sandwich maker making a Peanutbutter and Jelly Sandwich, I would spread my snot across the delicate...curves...of your body...
I would kiss the tip of your nose after you gave me that look on your face that can only mean, "I just threw up in my mouth." Oh,
After we were finished in the tub, I would not dry you off. No. I would lead you, dripping and naked, into my parlor den where we would make love under the gentle glow of a Suzie Orman VHS cassette because nothing excites my genitalia better than Sound Financial Planning.
And the love...ohhhh the love... With a squidge in one hand, and a Remington electric razor in the other, I would bring you to sexual heights not experienced since John Wayne Gacy took off his clown suit! Our audience would be various types of farm animals with differently keyed harmonicas strapped to their mouths. They would release a dissonant symphony of colliding notes every time you reached orgasmic bliss and shouted out, "Squidge me harder, Shave Daddy! Squidge me Harder!!" "Insert Name Here!! Insert Name HERE!!!"
Later...after the night was finished... We would play a game of Get the Hell out of my house and don't ever come back Bitch. It being clearly understood that Bitch can be used in both the masculine or feminine context. I await your answer, If it is yes, leave a Polaroid of an aborted fetus on my doorstep and wait for me to call. You will know me by the sound of screaming children who are having golf tees hammered underneath their fingernails for thus, is the sound of love . Thus is the sound of my love For you
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Thu Dec-09-04 07:35 PM
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Thu Dec-09-04 08:09 PM
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11. I call this one.. Fingers |
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Conduits of internet flames threads abound, oh so lame Star Wars Kid, name Gyhslain ate my baby, what a pain
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Thu Dec-09-04 08:12 PM
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12. Written a long time ago for a poetry workshop |
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My First Car Was A Truck
At 16, a gift (?) from my dad. A Ford. Model year: 1960. Body style: F-100. Originally from Tennessee. A bootlegger's wheels. Painted with green housepaint, applied with a roller. Ugly. Distinctive. Beautiful. Mine. No seat. No muffler. No brakes. No Problem. Missing two windows and one door. Weld some new steel. Add some bondo. Paint it black. New interior. New tires. New stereo. Tune it up. Cruise.
Weekends: pick up Anita (14, tall, blond, built for speed). Stop at Foremost for a fifth of Southern Comfort. Hanging out at the 7-11, necking on the tailgate. Way Cool. Still Young. Drunk with love.
Do you know Paul? No. Yeah, you know, the guy with the old truck? With the Blond? Yeah. Oh, yeah I know him.
That truck was something. I was somebody. I sold it to buy a guitar.
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Thu Dec-09-04 08:13 PM
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You should write one about TRAINS.
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Thu Dec-09-04 08:22 PM
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15. Hmmm, an idea, that... |
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Thu Dec-09-04 08:18 PM
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Pump Pump Pump Draw that reddish bump Through the clear plastic funnel. It is drawn and retracts Drawn and retracts, looking like the tip of A tongue In an air popper. A squirting tongue, a fire-hose tongue In vacuum bondage, Yielding my sweet love's lunch.
(Off the top of my head. Hmmm. Guess what I'm doing right now.)
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Thu Dec-09-04 08:51 PM
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Thu Dec-09-04 09:02 PM
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17. Here's one i wrote... |
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By the DUer known as Longgrain
ABOVE SLEEP
Punk Chicks Scare the hell out of me. Walking around Raggedy, Clamming on the wall, Staying there for months. Blackening, covered with mildew.
When I awake in the afternoon, My eyes are met with swirling flowers that adorn my bed sheets, And I feel I'm looking into a mirror; And I think that I could lie and tell them I was drunk.
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Fri Dec-10-04 11:27 AM
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Thu Dec-09-04 09:10 PM
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18. Excellent prose ZW.... |
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....I can visualize those cacti and imagine that cold wind a'howlin'...well done m'man! :hi:
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