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  • grooveamatic
    grooveamatic Posts: 1,374
    Originally posted by PastaNazi
    nIce

    :)

    :)

    :)
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  • sandman
    sandman Posts: 80
    all of it was beautifully brilliant...
    all of it.
    shy away,run away,oh terrified child.
    move away into the fucken tornado.
  • SweetRelief
    SweetRelief Posts: 71
    How do you find the words? Or how do they find you?

    :)
  • grooveamatic
    grooveamatic Posts: 1,374
    Originally posted by sandman
    all of it was beautifully brilliant...
    all of it.

    I thank you, kind sir. :)
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  • grooveamatic
    grooveamatic Posts: 1,374
    Originally posted by SweetRelief
    How do you find the words? Or how do they find you?

    :)


    It's definitely the words that find me, not vice versa. I'm just a schlub from Pennsylvania who doesn't even deserve the words. They search me out.

    Thanks :)
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  • grooveamatic
    grooveamatic Posts: 1,374
    While you were at the store
    I wandered around this place
    Like a tourist, or a man trapped
    In a mausoleum. I passed gas
    In front of your refrigerator.
    It was an electric feeling.
    I took some of the vitamins
    From your medicine cabinet
    And let them dissolve in my mouth
    Like ripe peaches.
    I counted the pictures on the walls
    And there are seven.
    While you were at the store
    I slid down your banister
    And hurt myself minorly
    On the newel post;
    I made static electricity with my feet;
    I smelled the inside of your microwave oven;
    I put my hands indside your shoes;
    I let the air out of your bicycle tires and reinflated them;
    I changed the dog-eared page in the book on the coffee table
    And then I changed it back;
    I yelled at your cat. I'm sorry.
    I rang your doorbell to the tune of La Cucaracha.
    I giggled.
    I had myself a grand old time
    While you were at the store.
    If only my own house
    Made me as uncomfortable
    As everyone else's does.
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  • grooveamatic
    grooveamatic Posts: 1,374
    Why exactly was it we gathered
    On a crest without tears
    So close to the road
    We could feel wind made by cars?
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  • lithe1439
    lithe1439 Posts: 5
    Originally posted by grooveamatic
    The entire time that I sit here writing poetry
    On the porch, a bee of decidedly squashable size
    Insists repeatedly on tasting my coffee.
    He flies about halfway down into the mug,
    Alights on the spoon handle, and appears
    To daintily sip the steaming brew. I don't mind.
    I have more than enough to share with him,
    And I am not afraid of catching any diseases
    Or getting gunk in my guts from drinking
    Where his wild lips have been.
    But I am going to kill him anyway,
    Because it is my right.
    hey I like this! good one grooveamatic I don't know how many times this has happened to me, it's inevitable. [but i didn't kill it] but still very awesome job, very rel to me. GOOD ONE!!! lithe1439
    I waited all day, you waited all day, but you left before sunset. And I just wanted to tell you the moment was beautiful. Just wanted to dance to bad music drive bad cars... watch bad tv...should have stayed for the sunset if not for me. [Vitology cd]
  • grooveamatic
    grooveamatic Posts: 1,374
    The re-papering began simply enough.
    Ripping the old off wasn't tough.
    Getting the corners was a pain;
    They'd slightly warp when it would rain.
    But once we had it stripped down bare
    We gazed at what had been buried there:
    An out-of-place water stain,
    Mold spores shaped just like a brain,
    Some crayon and a few old stickers,
    Fist-holes left from lover's bickers,
    A smudge appearing to be chalk,
    A clipping of TV's Peter Falk,
    A smattering of Eggshell paint,
    I tell you the place did seem quite quaint;
    A ghost room left by former tenants
    Risen briefly to do penance.
    We put new wallpaper on real fast
    Before stinking up a stranger's past.
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  • ISN
    ISN Posts: 1,700
    you're bloody good (and bloody good you are)......
    ....they're asking me to prove why I should be allowed to stay with my baby in Australia, because I'm mentally ill......and they think I should leave......
  • grooveamatic
    grooveamatic Posts: 1,374
    Originally posted by ISN
    you're bloody good (and bloody good you are)......


    awww shucks...I'm just a lonely cook from the middle of nowhere. :)

    Thanks, ISN!
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  • grooveamatic
    grooveamatic Posts: 1,374
    Climate buffs are a curious bunch.
    They peer breakfast, dinner and lunch
    Out of windows just to see
    If what it be, be what it be.
    Their drosometers, barometers, ruthless gauges
    Indicate if the world be calm, or if it rages;
    While the brazen sound of thunder clapping
    Might catch the local meteorologist napping,
    Not so the alert hobbyist, who
    Knew before you from whence it flew.
    They'll describe precisely rain in the Azores
    While nestled comfortably indoors.
    And do they need the Church's blessing
    To perfect the art of second guessing
    Those who do not have misgivings
    Are here for looking, not for living.
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  • grooveamatic
    grooveamatic Posts: 1,374
    Here is the edited version of the poem. The only change is the addition of a question mark:

    Originally posted by grooveamatic
    Climate buffs are a curious bunch.
    They peer breakfast, dinner and lunch
    Out of windows just to see
    If what it be, be what it be.
    Their drosometers, barometers, ruthless gauges
    Indicate if the world be calm, or if it rages;
    While the brazen sound of thunder clapping
    Might catch the local meteorologist napping,
    Not so the alert hobbyist, who
    Knew before you from whence it flew.
    They'll describe precisely rain in the Azores
    While nestled comfortably indoors,
    And do they need the Church's blessing
    To perfect the art of second guessing?
    Those who do not have misgivings
    Are here for looking, not for living.
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  • DopeBeastie
    DopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    Originally posted by grooveamatic
    Climate buffs are a curious bunch.
    They peer breakfast, dinner and lunch
    Out of windows just to see
    If what it be, be what it be.
    Their drosometers, barometers, ruthless gauges
    Indicate if the world be calm, or if it rages;
    While the brazen sound of thunder clapping
    Might catch the local meteorologist napping,
    Not so the alert hobbyist, who
    Knew before you from whence it flew.
    They'll describe precisely rain in the Azores
    While nestled comfortably indoors,
    And do they need the Church's blessing
    To perfect the art of second guessing
    Those who do not have misgivings
    Are here for looking, not for living.

    this be a bit choppy, in terms of meter? and perhaps I am the same as I've a glass of wine within... but here, if I may...



    Climate buffs are a curious bunch.
    They peer breakfast, dinner, lunch
    Out of windows, just to see
    If what it be, be what it be. (love this)
    Their drosometers, barometers, gauges
    Indicate the world be calm, or raging;
    While the brazen sound of thunder clapping
    Catch a meteorologist, napping,
    Not so the alert hobbyist, who
    Knew before from whence it flew.
    Precisely, describe rain in Azores
    Nestled comfortably indoors,
    And do they need the Church's blessing
    To perfect this art, this second guessing
    Those who have nonesuch misgivings
    Are here for looking, not for living.


    hope you doesn't mind :)
  • DopeBeastie
    DopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    lest I forget zee question marquez, as well, hey?
  • grooveamatic
    grooveamatic Posts: 1,374
    I like some of the changes quite a bit, Pasta. A few change some of the words that I am fond of, but some are perfect. I do believe I'll go back and re-do the whole thing, keeping your suggestions in mind.

    I've known it sounded a bit off, but was so smitten with some parts of it I simply let it be. Thanks for kickin' my butt into gear!

    :)
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  • DopeBeastie
    DopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    it's a lovely theme, groove-a

    can't help but change "indoors" to "indoores" i know it wouldn't make sense, but would follow, with Voice, the perfectly delightful "if what it be be what it be"
  • grooveamatic
    grooveamatic Posts: 1,374
    Originally posted by PastaNazi
    it's a lovely theme, groove-a

    can't help but change "indoors" to "indoores" i know it wouldn't make sense, but would follow, with Voice, the perfectly delightful "if what it be be what it be"

    I get it! It is very funny!

    Great idea!

    :)
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  • grooveamatic
    grooveamatic Posts: 1,374
    PASTA....why is your thread closed? Was that last poem of yours too risque?

    I loved it, btw...I went to comment on it and the thread is closed! I must say, I didn't fully understand the poem, but the language is brilliant!
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  • grooveamatic
    grooveamatic Posts: 1,374
    Let's not place any blame today;
    I've many things I'd like to accomplish
    And places I'd most like to see
    As I'm sure you are interested in a myriad of things today as well.
    We could always go for a walk through the countryside
    To look at all the colors, all the blue in the sky.
    Or if you prefer you could go to town
    While I sleep late, or eat chocolate,
    Or any other of the many interesting things we are invariably interested in.
    Today would be a fine day for a swim,
    And I know you want to go shopping for clothes. You said so.
    So we have very much we could do today,
    Let's place all the blame somewhere tommorow.
    And who cares if, while we sleep,
    The moon glides down to point fingers in our dreams?
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