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02-08-2003, 07:38 AM
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Join Date: Dec 2001
Location: Sydney, Australia
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Wrestlemania
Greasy bodies shine;
They swing like muscled puppets
in spandex, divine
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02-08-2003, 06:14 PM
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Location: Japan
Posts: 435
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The Gift Wrapper
It takes some of your time
to judge who among us,
aspiring beauty queens,
stand-out.
Then – you pick me as the winner,
choose the crown that suits me,
a sash of tiara’s hue,
and a plaque that bears your name.
Too soon, my reign’s over
those accolades are set aside,
not by my successor,
but by eager hands
enthusiastic to know what
surprise I bring forth.
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02-16-2003, 07:53 PM
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Join Date: Jan 2003
Location: NY, USA
Posts: 189
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Let's see, I haven't seen one for crabs yet sooooooo......
Crabs
Crabs will come and crabs will go
all I know is they itch me so
now I've got to shave it bare
before they spread up my derriere
[This message has been edited by cookala (edited February 17, 2003).]
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02-21-2003, 07:41 PM
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Join Date: Feb 2003
Location: new york, new york
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This is truly a great poem.
Quote:
Originally posted by diprinzio:
Print the book---I'll send the money.
Hugh, your poetry is funny!
The Difficult Art
There is a hobby I have found
to be difficult surviving,
called: taking my eyes off the road
to read a book while driving.
This evil game, (and so it is)
is quite a sport to master,
for when the story's tension builds
I can't help driving faster
And when the author traffics in
collisions of description,
line by line safe braking distance
quickly turns to fiction.
My car becomes a reading chair
on roads as tales unfold,
"Of mice and men" is layman's fare,
"Ulysses" for the bold.
Cervantes is a laughing gas:
such mirth and charm and wit;
I'm unaware of streets I pass
or who I might have hit.
And when I'm lost amid the Psalms
and David's godly fervor
I pray you never cross the streets
that my car runneth over.
I confess it's bad behavior
and bordering on crime,
but often it is time well-spent
instead of wasting time.
Greg
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03-06-2003, 06:24 PM
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Join Date: Dec 2001
Location: Sydney, Australia
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Well, since crabs are already taken....
BABY TALK
What syllables are these?
I watch the pudgy little shapes of words
emerge from my brother's mouth.
A sentence ago he spoke
of calculus, the diminishment of x and y
as they approached infinity.
Now the burblings of a madman
dribble from his lips. They infiltrate the room
like a smell. Soon others join in
and I am surrounded by nonsense,
sounds flowering like a cloud of talcum.
And she in her crib with soft blue swaddling.
I think of poetic sentiments
twisted into jewelry,
of phrases and heights sublime, of emotions
beaten featureless, honed into a thin sharp edge
and polished. Yet even they can't emulate
the delight in this child's eyes.
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