Topic 29 of 53: Poetic Caricatures
Tue, Aug 11, 1998 (19:15) |
Wolf (wolf)
Just what it says!
62 responses total.
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Response 1 of 62: Wolf (wolf) * Tue, Aug 11, 1998 (19:18) * 15 lines
Marie
She was a tall willowy woman
With stringy straw hair to match.
Alone she would come and go.
Her face carried a sadness deep
Within her bark colored eyes.
This pain was her shield against
Further attack but didn't expect
The way it made her appear--as
A weak, manipulating soul.
No pity or mercy was bestowed.
And this tall willowy woman
With stringy straw hair would
Come and go by herself. Alone.
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Response 2 of 62: Charlotte (Charlotte) * Tue, Aug 11, 1998 (19:51) * 29 lines
A Friend is Phil
A friend is one with whom I'd like to be
While listening to my favorite symphony,
Someone who takes my hand and silently
Walks with me through new worlds of melody,
Where notes collide in friendly harmony,
And strangeness is an unknown entity.
A friend is one who understands the thrill
Of unleashed timpani---a friend is Phil.
A friend is one I like to be beside
Upon a rock that overlooks the tide,
To stand and watch the seagulls take a ride
Upon the wind---how silently they glide!
Someone who takes my silent tears in stride,
And makes me feel all singing-warm inside.
A friend is one who understands the thrill
Of racing each new wave---a friend is Phil.
A friend is one who knows the gentle pain
Of hearing some too beautiful refrain,
Or watching waves rebel against the rain,
Or wondering why the snowflakes can't remain,
Or when I need too much, and can't explain,
A friend will know, and dry my tears again.
A friend is one with whom my heart is still,
And love is not required---a friend is Phil.
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Response 3 of 62: Wolf (wolf) * Tue, Aug 11, 1998 (21:21) * 1 lines
what a nice tribute, Charlotte....do come back again (and again)
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Response 4 of 62: Charlotte (Charlotte) * Tue, Aug 11, 1998 (21:34) * 13 lines
Whisper
Willow bent to rinse her leafy hair
Henna'd by the sunset's chic salon
In the mirror lake, she checked the shade, and
Sighed her disappointment in the hue.
"Perhaps a gentle silver's more your style",
Enticed the twilight moon. "Oh yes!", Willow
Replied. "But shhhhhhh....don't tell the sun."
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Response 5 of 62: Charlotte (Charlotte) * Tue, Aug 11, 1998 (21:57) * 20 lines
Special Friends
Some friends will take your garbage out,
Some friends will mind your mail.
Some friends will take your one phone call
And bail you out of jail.
Some friends will turn your sprinklers on,
And some will mow your grass.
Some friends will drink your Zinfandel
And neatly wash their glass.
Some friends will baby-sit your kids---
The angels and the brats---
But only very *special* friends
Will mind your seven cats!!
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Response 6 of 62: Wolf (wolf) * Tue, Aug 11, 1998 (22:04) * 1 lines
luv them! keep em coming!!
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Response 7 of 62: Charlotte (Charlotte) * Tue, Aug 11, 1998 (22:09) * 35 lines
Well...since you insist. :)
THE BALLAD OF MARTHA'S GOAL
The score was tied at seven,
The Dragons ached...a lot.
It was halfway through third period,
Will the Psychlones win it? NOT!
The Captain eyed her teammates;
Snowman skated toward the net;
A signal passed between them:
"This game ain't over yet!"
The Psychlones eyed their goalie;
"It's over now, relax."
And while they were relaxing
Martha sneaked behind their backs.
The Snowman's shot was dead on,
But it met their goalie's stick,
And bounced back, straight to Martha,
Who just slapped it in...so slick!
The tie was finally broken,
And the fans were on their feet;
Then Frithie sealed the victory
With his fifth goal. It was sweet!
So next time you see Martha,
Say you've heard of her team's fame,
And make her tell the story
Of the goal that won the game.
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Response 8 of 62: Wolf (wolf) * Tue, Aug 11, 1998 (22:13) * 1 lines
oh, i insist!
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Response 9 of 62: Charlotte (Charlotte) * Tue, Aug 11, 1998 (22:19) * 36 lines
Ok. One more, then I'll let someone else have the microphone. :)
The Waterboy
He slithered in so silently,
With neither scream nor squeal,
That there were some who didn't even
Think that he was real.
He wore his suave down-under charm
Like a cloak against the chill,
And none who met him could resist
The urge to do his will.
Though each of us would rather read,
Or play monopoly,
He dragged us out, from bar to bar,
Until we could not see.
He made us play this crazy game
Where sticks and pucks collide;
We never got a minute's peace
With this guy at our side.
But now that he's about to leave,
We find, to our surprise,
That life will be much emptier
When we've said our goodbyes.
His name is Rohan Fuhrman,
And he's an Aussie swank,
But he'll not soon forget the ones
Who let him be a Yank!
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Response 10 of 62: Wolf (wolf) * Tue, Aug 11, 1998 (22:23) * 2 lines
girl! you are talented.....the mike is always open so come back anytime (please
do, don't make this wolfie beg)
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Response 11 of 62: wer (KitchenManager) * Wed, Aug 12, 1998 (03:24) * 1 lines
*applause*
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Response 12 of 62: Charlotte (Charlotte) * Wed, Aug 12, 1998 (14:11) * 1 lines
*bow*
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Response 13 of 62: Stacey Vura (stacey) * Fri, Aug 21, 1998 (16:57) * 2 lines
loved 'em Charlotte!
MORE MORE MORE!
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Response 14 of 62: John Burnett (mrchips) * Wed, Sep 1, 1999 (17:52) * 86 lines
The Millenium Bug (original author unknown, rewritten/edited by John Burnett)
T'was the eve of Two Thousand,
And all through the nation
We awaited The Bug,
The Y2K sensation.
The chips were replaced
In computers with care,
In hopes that ol' Bugsy
just might not stop there.
While some people thought
They were snug in their beds
There were others with visions
Of dread in their heads.
My Ma with her PC,
And I with my Mac
Had just logged on the Net
and kicked back with a snack.
When over the server,
arose such a clatter
I called Mister Gates
To see what was the matter.
But he was away,
So I flew like a flash
To my bank's ATM
To withdraw all my cash.
When what with my wondering eyes
should I see?
My trusty old Mac
looking sickly to me.
The hack of all hackers
Was looking so smug,
I knew that he must be
The Y2K Bug!
His image downloaded
in less than a flash,
He whistled and shouted,
Let all systems crash!
Go Intel! Go Gateway! Now HP! Big Blue!
Celeron, K6 and Pentium, too!
All processors big,
and all processors small,
Crash away! Crash away! Crash away all!
Air traffic control
and all airplanes in flight
All microwaves, railroads, and all traffic lights.
As slowly I inhaled
and turned back around,
then out through the modem,
He came with a bound.
He was covered with fur,
and slung over his back
Was a sack full of viruses,
set for attack.
His eyes how they twinkled!
His dimples--how merry!
As midnight approached, though
things soon became scary.
He had a broad face
and a round little belly,
And his bag filled with viruses
quivered like jelly.
He was chubby and plump,
and perpetually grinning,
and he seemed overjoyed
as my hard drive stopped spinning.
With a wink of his eye,
and a twist of his head,
I started to know
the true meaning of dread.
He spoke not a word,
but went straight to his work,
He changed all the clocks,
and then turned with a jerk.
With a twitch of his nose,
and a quick little wink,
all things electronic
soon went on the blink.
He zoomed from my system,
to others online.
He caused such disruption,
could this be a sign?
Then I heard him exclaim,
with a loud, hearty scream,
"Happy Y2K all!"
As I woke from my dream.
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Response 15 of 62: Barry Kort (moulton) * Thu, Sep 9, 1999 (09:24) * 15 lines
Today is the day
That paranoids dread
The day when computers
Get sick in their head.
It's the Ninth of September
Of the Ninety Ninth Year.
Horror and panic, unspeakable fear
All programs will exit
Of this we are clear.
My code is not happy
My code is not neat
What else can I do
But Control-Alt-Delete?
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Response 16 of 62: Marcia (MarciaH) * Thu, Sep 9, 1999 (16:18) * 2 lines
Bravo, Barry, and *lol* Apparently things went swimmingly (at least
according to CNN - but they just tell what we "need" to hear, huh?!
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Response 17 of 62: Weird Walt (mrchips) * Thu, Sep 9, 1999 (17:11) * 0 lines
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Response 18 of 62: John Burnett (mrchips) * Fri, Sep 10, 1999 (00:13) * 0 lines
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Response 19 of 62: Marcia (MarciaH) * Fri, Sep 10, 1999 (00:41) * 0 lines
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Response 20 of 62: John Burnett (mrchips) * Fri, Sep 10, 1999 (00:45) * 1 lines
That's not your fault. Weird Walt was not romantically partial to the female of the species. But he sure wrote beautiful poetry, and little of it was specifically homoerotically worded. Nowadays, that would change.
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Response 21 of 62: Marcia (MarciaH) * Fri, Sep 10, 1999 (01:04) * 2 lines
....ah, but then it would not be Walt Whitman. He was a creature of his time,
I think!
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Response 22 of 62: John Burnett (mrchips) * Fri, Sep 10, 1999 (01:21) * 1 lines
No, He'd be Weird Walt, Weird Al's gay cousin!!!
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Response 23 of 62: John Burnett (mrchips) * Fri, Sep 10, 1999 (01:22) * 1 lines
Damn, I meant to bold, not italicize. Now I got to close this disgusting HTML tag. I may never get this right.
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Response 24 of 62: Marcia (MarciaH) * Fri, Sep 10, 1999 (01:25) * 1 lines
You only need bold for screwed's wild wallpaper and for shouting elsewhere. Bad form otherwise! You were right, after all!
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Response 25 of 62: John Burnett (mrchips) * Fri, Sep 10, 1999 (01:30) * 1 lines
Maybe, then, I need glasses.
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Response 26 of 62: Marcia (MarciaH) * Fri, Sep 10, 1999 (01:52) * 1 lines
At least for reading. Presbyopia begins almost alike clockwork around age 40.
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Response 27 of 62: John Burnett (mrchips) * Fri, Sep 10, 1999 (02:04) * 1 lines
What is that? Seeing Presbyterians??!!!!
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Response 28 of 62: Marcia (MarciaH) * Fri, Sep 10, 1999 (02:06) * 0 lines
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Response 29 of 62: John Burnett (mrchips) * Fri, Sep 10, 1999 (03:45) * 0 lines
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Response 30 of 62: Barry Kort (moulton) * Fri, Sep 10, 1999 (19:09) * 8 lines
The Star Trek Logo said it quite clear:
To Boldly Go whilst drinking a beer.
But I am not bold..
What can I say?
So I'll just revert
to plaintext today.
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Response 31 of 62: John Burnett (mrchips) * Sat, Sep 11, 1999 (17:46) * 1 lines
How clever, Barry.
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Response 32 of 62: Debra Tenney (dawnis) * Tue, Oct 12, 1999 (19:39) * 41 lines
In the Company of Boys
7/17/98
In the midst of the group smile
lies the razor teeth of
suppressed anger
lurking inside the Medusa
like hugs of greeting.
Cardboard coffins
presented lovingly in
endless nights of camaraderie,
High Life toxic waste
festering like
coral snakes wreathing...
lovely to the blind eye
while poison seeps
out of rancid hearts.
Immune to their own decay
spewing it out on gentle souls
as they fillet their rhetoric
and garnish it with laughter
to make it palatable
to their own ears.
Hopelessness, the main course
sauteed in bitter herbs
marinated in cheep beer,
and pinup mentality.
There is no truce
invited to this gluttony
of Narcissistic monologues
which replays endlessly
as
white doves flail their wings
in agony,Angles
By Debra Tenney
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Response 33 of 62: Marcia (MarciaH) * Wed, Oct 13, 1999 (14:50) * 45 lines
For John:
Deteriorata
Go placidly amid the noise and waste,
And remember what comfort there may be in owning a piece thereof.
Avoid quiet and passive persons, unless you are in need of sleep.
Rotate your tires.
Speak glowingly of those greater than yourself,
And heed well their advice, even though they be turkeys.
Know what to kiss, and when.
Consider that two wrongs never make a right, but that three do.
Wherever possible, put people on hold.
Be comforted that in the face of all aridity and disillusionment,
and despite the changing fortunes of time,
There is always a big future in computer maintenance.
Remember The Pueblo.
Strive at all times to bend, fold, spindle, and mutilate.
Know yourself. If you need help, call the FBI.
Exercise caution in your daily affairs,
Especially with those persons closest to you -
That lemon on your left, for instance.
Be assured that a walk through the ocean of most souls
Would scarcely get your feet wet.
Fall not in love therefore. It will stick to your face.
Gracefully surrender the things of youth: birds, clean air, tuna, Taiwan.
And let not the sands of time get in your lunch.
Hire people with hooks.
For a good time, call 606-4311. Ask for Ken.
Take heart in the deepening gloom
That your dog is finally getting enough cheese.
And reflect that whatever fortune may be your lot,
It could only be worse in Milwaukee.
You are a fluke of the universe.
You have no right to be here.
And whether you can hear it or not,
The universe is laughing behind your back.
Therefore, make peace with your god,
Whatever you perceive him to be - hairy thunderer, or cosmic muffin.
With all its hopes, dreams, promises, and urban renewal,
The world continues to deteriorate.
Give up!
copyright 1975, National Lampoon
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Response 34 of 62: John Burnett (mrchips) * Wed, Oct 13, 1999 (14:53) * 1 lines
Thank you. If you remember, I sent that to you a few months ago and I see you posted it in your own topic. I love it, although I hardly consider them words to live by.
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Response 35 of 62: John Burnett (mrchips) * Wed, Oct 13, 1999 (14:59) * 26 lines
I've redone the Frost parody (even the title). I may try to resubmit it to some journal that likes humor for publishing.
Stealing Words on a Frosty Evening
by John Burnett (with apologies to Robert Frost)
copyright 1999
Whose words these are I think I know
His poems are on my bookshelf though;
He will not see me typing here
To steal his poem of woods and snow.
The publisher must think me queer.
I plagiarize without a fear.
I purloin meter, pilfer rhyme,
Take what I want and type it here.
Don't care if I get caught this time
Though plagiarism is a crime
I'd write my own stuff if I could
Instead of being thieving slime.
This poem is awful, stiff as wood.
I'll put it back; I think I should.
And look to steal one twice as good.
And look to steal one twice as good.
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Response 36 of 62: Marcia (MarciaH) * Wed, Oct 13, 1999 (15:25) * 1 lines
The original one was great. This one is even better... Surely it will be appreciated by Frostians all over the internet!
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Response 37 of 62: MarkG (MarkG) * Thu, Oct 14, 1999 (07:27) * 3 lines
Nice edit, John! Good to see the original rhyme-scheme restored. I still prefer burgle to purloin though; I'll always take a certain scan over a neat alliteration.
Line 2 could say: "He's buried in the graveyard though" ?? Just an idea.
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Response 38 of 62: John Burnett (mrchips) * Thu, Oct 14, 1999 (14:01) * 1 lines
You're a good editor.
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Response 39 of 62: Marcia (MarciaH) * Mon, Oct 18, 1999 (01:04) * 0 lines
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Response 40 of 62: Marcia (MarciaH) * Mon, Oct 18, 1999 (01:06) * 1 lines
Now I am looking for it parody, The Ballad of Yukon Jake which my Dad used to recite to me in his more pixillated moments...
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Response 41 of 62: Marcia (MarciaH) * Mon, Oct 18, 1999 (02:56) * 140 lines
THE BALLAD OF YUKON JAKE
Begging Robert W. Service's Pardon
OH THE NoRTH COUNTREE is a hard countree
That mothers a bloody brood;
And its icy arms hold hidden charms
For the greedy, the sinful and lewd.
And strong men rust, from the gold and the lust
That sears the Northland soul,
But the wickedest horn, from the Pole to the Horn,
Is the Hermit of Shark-Tooth Shoal.
Now Jacob Kaime was the Hermit's name
In the days of his pious youth,
Ere he cast a smirch on the Baptist Church
By betraying a girl named Ruth.
But now men quake at "Yukon Jake,"
The Hermit of Shark-Tooth Shoal,
For that is the name that Jacob Kaime
Is known by from Nome to the Pole.
He was lust a boy and the parson's joy
(Ere he fell for the gold and the muck),
And had learned to pray, with the hogs and the hay
On a farm near Keokuk.
But a Service tale of illicit kale,
And whisky and women wild,
Drained the morals clean as a soup tureen
From this poor but honest child.
He longed for the bite of a Yukon night
And the Northern Light's weird flicker,
Or a game of stud in the frozen mud,
And the taste of raw red licker.
He wanted to mush along in the slush,
With a team of husky hounds,
And to fire his gat at a beaver hat
And knock it out of bounds.
So he left his home for the hell-town Nome,
On Alaska's ice-ribbed shores,
And he learned to curse and to drink, and worse,
Till the rum dripped from his pores,
When the boys on a spree were drinking it free
In a Malamute saloon
And Dan Megrew and his dangerous crew
Shot craps with the piebald coon;
When the Kid on his stool banged away like a fool
At a jag.time melody,
And the barkeep vowed, to the hard-boiled crowd,
That he'd cree-mate Sam McGee-
Then Jacob Kaime, who had taken the name
Of Yukon Jake, the Killer,
Would rake the dive with his forty-five
Till the atmosphere grew chiller.
With a sharp command he'd make 'em stand
And deliver their hard-earned dust,
Then drink the bar dry of rum and rye,
As a Klondike bully must.
Without coming to blows he would tweak the nose
Of Dangerous Dan Megrew,
And, becoming bolder, throw over his shoulder
The lady that's known as Lou.
Oh, tough as a steak was Yukon Jake-
Hard-boiled as a picnic egg.
He washed his shirt in the KIondike dirt,
And drank his rum by the keg.
In fear of their lives (or because of their wives)
He was shunned by the best of his pals,
An outcast he, from the comradery
Of all but wild animals.
So he bought him the whole of Shark-Tooth Shoal,
A reef in the Bering Sea,
And he lived by himself on a sea lion's shelf
In lonely iniquity.
But, miles away, in Keokuk, Ia.,
Did a ruined maiden fight
To remove the smirch from the Baptist Church
By bringing the heathen Light;
And the Elders declared that all would be spared
If she carried the holy words
From her Keokuk home to the hell-town Nome
To save those sinful birds.
So, two weeks later, she took a freighter,
For the gold-cursed land near the Pole,
But Heaven ain't made for a lass that's betrayed-
She was wrecked on Shark-Tooth Shoal!
All hands were tossed in the Sea, and lost-
All but the maiden Ruth,
Who swam to the edge of the sea lion's ledge
Where abode the love of her youth.
He was hunting a seal for his evening meal
(He handled a mean harpoon)
When he saw at his feet, not something to eat,
But a girl in a frozen swoon,
Whom he dragged to his lair by her dripping hair,
And he rubbed her knees with gin.
To his great surprise, she opened her eyes
And revealed-his Original Sin!
His eight-months beard grew stiff and weird,
And it felt like a chestnut burr,
And he swore by his gizzard, and the Arctic blizzard
That he'd do right by her.
But the cold sweat froze on the end of her nose
Till it gleamed like a Tecla pearl,
While her bright hair fell, like a flame from hell,
Down the back of the grateful girl.
But a hopeless rake was Yukon Jake,
The hermit of Shark-Tooth Shoal!
And the dizzy maid he rebetrayed
And wrecked her immortal soul! .
Then he rowed her ashore, with a broken oar,
And he sold her to Dan Megrew
For a husky dog and some hot eggnog,
As rascals are wont to do.
Now ruthless Ruth is a maid uncouth
With scarlet cheeks and lips,
And she sings rough songs to the drunken throngs
That come from the sealing ships.
For a rouge-stained kiss from this infamous miss
They will give a seal's sleek fur,
Or perhaps a sable, if they are able;
It's much the same to her.
Oh, the North Countree is a rough countree,
That mothers a bloody brood;
And its icy arms hold hidden charms
For the greedy, the sinful and lewd.
And strong men rust, from the gold and the lust
That sears the Northland soul,
But the wickedest born from the Pole to the Horn
Was the Hermit of Shark-Tooth Shoal!
EDWARD H. PARAMORE, JR.
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Response 42 of 62: Marcia (MarciaH) * Mon, Oct 18, 1999 (03:09) * 5 lines
Two mistypings from place I pasted it: First stanza,
line 7 should read "But the wickedest born, from the Pole to the Horn"
second stanza line 9 should read "He was just a boy and the parson's joy"
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Response 43 of 62: Marcia (MarciaH) * Mon, Oct 18, 1999 (03:13) * 2 lines
If there is a poem known to the Internet (and 4 search engines came up empty on Yukon Jake) try this URL http://www.zoomnet.net/~petecol/poemlist.html
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Response 44 of 62: John Burnett (mrchips) * Tue, Oct 19, 1999 (22:33) * 5 lines
Two see two of my lighter poems published in _Poetry_Now_ e-zine, click on URL
http://www.poetrynow.org/Volume%20II%20poetry.htm
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Response 45 of 62: Marcia (MarciaH) * Tue, Oct 19, 1999 (22:44) * 1 lines
You love pretzels almost as much as I do, apparently. Bravo! (I know a published poet!!! Yippee!!!)
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Response 46 of 62: Marcia (MarciaH) * Tue, Oct 19, 1999 (22:45) * 1 lines
...and anyone reading them will immediatley think you gay. Do you ever get feedback from that web site on what you publish?
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Response 47 of 62: John Burnett (mrchips) * Tue, Oct 19, 1999 (22:51) * 1 lines
So what. Nobody there (or here even, except you) knows me.
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Response 48 of 62: Marcia (MarciaH) * Tue, Oct 19, 1999 (23:01) * 1 lines
You brought it up the first time you let me read your poem...and I KNOW you are NOT gay!!! Gadzooks! That you can put in the bank and count on for your old age.
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Response 49 of 62: Marcia (MarciaH) * Tue, Oct 19, 1999 (23:30) * 1 lines
Does not your being published qualify as a media appearance of a Springeur? It needs to be posted on Porch Conference!
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Response 50 of 62: John Burnett (mrchips) * Wed, Oct 20, 1999 (00:09) * 1 lines
Suppose so.
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Response 51 of 62: John Burnett (mrchips) * Wed, Oct 20, 1999 (00:11) * 1 lines
I'm not worried about what anyone who doesn't know me thinks. What those who do know me think, however, is sometimes more important.
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Response 52 of 62: Marcia (MarciaH) * Wed, Oct 20, 1999 (00:28) * 2 lines
Shall I paste your post from above or shall you? Terry would like it on Media Appearances...and I am your Ichiban fan...I will be honored to do it for you...
(I am pretty sure I know you know what I think of you *benevolent smile*)
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Response 53 of 62: John Burnett (mrchips) * Wed, Oct 20, 1999 (00:42) * 1 lines
Of course, thank you.
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Response 54 of 62: Wolf (wolf) * Sat, Nov 6, 1999 (22:17) * 1 lines
oh, i got the hint so i'll go right way and create a service topic!
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Response 55 of 62: Marcia (MarciaH) * Sat, Nov 6, 1999 (22:31) * 1 lines
Did you like the Ballad of Yukon Jake? I could not believe it when I found it on the 'Net. Now I know there is a God in Heaven and all is well with the world! (You have been busy in this conference tonight! That is so good to see! *hugs*)
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Response 56 of 62: Wolf (wolf) * Sat, Nov 6, 1999 (22:33) * 1 lines
thanks *blush* actually, will go back to read, but while doing my hosting duties, i scan and pick up stuff and then go back *grin*
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Response 57 of 62: Marcia (MarciaH) * Sat, Nov 6, 1999 (22:36) * 1 lines
...and I must to volleyball...*sigh* (I'll miss y'all...!)
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Response 58 of 62: Wolf (wolf) * Sat, Nov 6, 1999 (22:40) * 1 lines
have fun, dear!
Topic 29 of 53 [poetry]: Poetic Caricatures
Response 59 of 62: Marcia (MarciaH) * Mon, Nov 8, 1999 (15:51) * 1 lines
Oh, I did. Did not much enjoy the game, but afterward John and I exchanged hugs, and you cannot believe what a great hugger he is. Not only that, he is solid muscle under that shirt. Very nice, indeed! *grin*
Topic 29 of 53 [poetry]: Poetic Caricatures
Response 60 of 62: Marcia (MarciaH) * Thu, Apr 6, 2000 (18:33) * 34 lines
*sob* it has been a long time since I was hugged by John - or posted here...
The lost Dr. Seuss Book: I Love My Job.
I love my job, I love the pay.
I love it more and more each day.
I love my boss; he is the best.
I love his boss and all the rest.
I love my office and its location.
I hate to have to go on vacation.
I love my furniture, drab and gray,
and the paper that piles up every day.
I love my chair in my padded cell.
There's nothing else I love so well.
I love to work among my peers.
I love their leers and jeers and sneers.
I love my computer and its software;
I hug it often though it don't care.
I love each program and every file,
I try to understand once in a while.
I'm happy to be here, I am, I am;
I'm the happiest slave of my Uncle Sam.
I love this work; I love these chores.
I love the meetings with deadly bores.
I love my job -- I'll say it again.
I even love these friendly men,
these men who've come to visit today
In lovely white coats to take me away.
Topic 29 of 53 [poetry]: Poetic Caricatures
Response 61 of 62: Marcia (MarciaH) * Mon, Jan 29, 2001 (19:00) * 41 lines
Hamlet's Cat's Soliloquy
by Shakespeare's Cat
To go outside, and there perchance to stay
Or to remain within: that is the question.
Whether 'tis better for a cat to suffer
The cuffs and buffets of inclement weather
That Nature rains on those who roam abroad,
Or take a nap upon a scrap of carpet
And so by dozing melt the solid hours
That clog the clock's bright gears with sullen time
And stall the dinner bell. To sit, to stare
Outdoors, and by a stare to seem to state
A wish to venture forth without delay,
Then when the portal's opened up, to stand
As if transfixed by doubt. To prowl; to sleep;
To choose not knowing when we may once more
Our remittance gain: aye, there's the hairball;
For if a paw were shaped to turn a knob,
Or work a lock or slip a window-catch,
And going out and coming in were made
As simple as the breaking of the bowl,
What cat would bear the household's petty plagues,
The cook's well-practiced kicks, the butler's broom,
The infant's careless pokes, the tickled ears,
The trampled tail, and all the daily shocks
That fur is heir to, when, of his own will,
He might his exodus or entrance make
With a mere mitten? Who would spaniels fear,
or strays trespassing from a neighbor's yard,
But that the dread of our unheeded cries
And scratches at a barricaded door
No claw can open up dispels our nerve
And makes us rather bear our humans=ED faults
Than run away to unguessed miseries?
Thus caution doth make house cats of us all;
And thus the bristling hair of resolution
Is softened up with the pale brush of thought,
And since our choices hinge on weighty things,
We pause upon the threshold of decision.
Topic 29 of 53 [poetry]: Poetic Caricatures
Response 62 of 62: Marcia (MarciaH) * Mon, Jan 29, 2001 (19:01) * 1 lines
*Been Hugged by John since last I despaired!*
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