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  • Paige Brimer Rookie - 1st Stage (4/15/2014 10:30:00 AM) Post reply | Read 3 replies

    Oh where Oh where is the day?
    Why does it always go away?
    And leave me to the night so alone
    When we all believe
    We are in the zone
    When truly bumping into something
    Did you light up or turn to stone?
    My truth does sting
    You or a clone?
    So many out there
    Why I have so many cares
    Moon blood red
    How many nights?
    Seven I suppose
    Seems like it should be six
    Time to pick up Styx
    Too much time on my hands
    Doing all I can.
    Take a lesson from the caterpillar
    But I want to be a butterfly.

    by Paige Brimer

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  • Atheanga Tiomaint Rookie - 1st Stage (4/14/2014 12:56:00 PM) Post reply

    We are sorry that we have been away for a few days. My poor Herman had a bit of a stroke after our delicious Indian dinner. Of course you all know that I lost the big wager. Herman had predicted an early appearance of the Lamont Palmer(or snake as many have referred to him as) character. I mistakenly, of course, thought he would take a few days longer to make a complete @$$ of himself. Herman was right. He is a psychiatrist and knows his subjects very well.

    It seems that a little girl on here was upset that someone referred to her privies this after she acted like she can hang out with the tough ones. She wasn't so tough, it seems.

    We have have so much work to do on here. So many poor souls suffering needlessly from mental health issues. Herman and I are your friends.

    I am so excited. Soon we will be interpreting the poem written by Sherry's soon to be ex-husband(The Bunny Benny) in extensive detail concentrating on disturbing personality disorders that come through a poem, like the Chokolat fondue poem. I am so excited! Oh you didn't know? Yes, yes they are separating. According to Mr. Palmer the little baby, the Blue Bird or Chatty Dreck or Angie will also be separating. It must be spring!

  • Frank Ovid Rookie - 1st Stage (4/14/2014 9:03:00 AM) Post reply

    Where's that pornographic poem about some lady shaving herself?Let's see. My wife comes home with Easter plush toys for our kids (something soft in a bag) and this psycho thinks my poem is about her private parts! Then she writes a disgusting poem that comments on the situation further. What a sicko! Get some help lady!
    And while you have the razor out, do your upper lip. Ovid's have very little tolerance for stupidity. Maybe I should have mentioned that.

  • Dan Reynolds Rookie - 1st Stage (4/14/2014 7:36:00 AM) Post reply

    I watched the old man carefully each day
    And noticed how the nurses worked with speed
    As soon as left or right, he’d start to sway
    They’d prop him up an’ check, he wiznay deed.

    One day I asked him, “What’s your secret Bill?
    They watch you like a hawk, is it your heart?”
    He told me, “It’s a curse, I’m no that ill,
    But these wee lassies wullnay let me fart! ”

  • Jim Hogg Rookie - 1st Stage (4/14/2014 7:07:00 AM) Post reply | Read 2 replies

    Might be a good idea Angie to let us see a screen shot of what was sent to you... then we can see exactly what kind of guy he is... esp in the context of the self righteous and abusive response he posted below....

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    • Jim Hogg Rookie - 1st Stage (4/14/2014 12:43:00 PM) Post reply

      It's ok Frankie lad.. I've got yer number...

    • Frank Ovid Rookie - 1st Stage (4/14/2014 7:32:00 AM) Post reply

      Hogg, it's over on Rhythm and Rhyme workshop. Go look at it. I sent it to 4 other members for opinions 3 of whom are males. It's ABSTRACT! It has NOTHING to do with this psycho. Grow up man! She's lik ... more

  • delilah contrapunctal Rookie - 1st Stage (4/14/2014 2:24:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Perhaps it is best to let the nutcase with many names post its drivel, and attribute it to the various personas it maniacally occupies here...note its anger and hostility against nearly every sort of being that exists, here and elsewhere....the loony could be out killing people without this avenue upon which to vomit...
    ...........most unfortunate that it has taken over the forum but could be some lives are being saved by keeping it occupied here......though it probably shall move on to some other forum soon, where it can be creepy and annoy others as it carries on conversations with its selves.....this sort of nonsense is apparently a current cannot help but pity the silly thing....

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    • Frank Ovid Rookie - 1st Stage (4/14/2014 7:27:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

      When was the last time you posted a poem or an intelligent discussion about poetry?Well, I looked through your archives, and dare I say- never?You're a phony. You have more 'personas' than anybody. Lo ... more

  • Frank Ovid Rookie - 1st Stage (4/13/2014 10:33:00 PM) Post reply

    I'm 38 years old and you're twice my age. Why would I send an inappropriate poem to you?I apologized for nothing Relic! Why not buy yourself some manners?I mean, since Mommy and Daddy forgot to. You're too old to be doing this stuff. Why not just stop?

  • Ko The Skipper Rookie - 1st Stage (4/13/2014 10:30:00 AM) Post reply

    if you are your own worst enemy,
    that's good news, you are equal
    to yourself. you can neither win
    or lose. Besides- if the rest
    of the world doesn't like you
    you win; the world being less
    than your worst enemy against
    whom you neither win or lose

  • ... Dog God 8hate Rookie - 1st Stage (4/12/2014 1:55:00 PM) Post reply | Read 3 replies


    Life o' Meat ...
    and No Confection

    Shifting with juncture demands, i'm checking
    for a loose shoe lace, sometimes plodders trip
    walking those skimpy paths, and what's ...
    two-pence piety; and yet, i'm hardly convinced
    of the deficit due to an ignoble tie.
    A shoe can be old, old n' worn, true, but even
    a haggard sole can (still) effect walks ....

    So a perfectly formed decorum appears where?
    In this ... land o' stealth then steal???
    SiRs - justification's wing fly's a distance unknown,
    not even ... “goD” ... goes there!

    Like all, i'm subject to (those) shifts ...
    big-BULLY gods push with ease anemic souls
    of this more than, by now ...10,000-year-thrashing.
    Despised by both Heaven n' Hell, fate has eaten
    these rebuffed - their flesh n' minds like candy -
    there's naught but empty wrappers, now ....

    We need confections, after all that ... MEAT


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    • Frank Ovid Rookie - 1st Stage (4/14/2014 3:17:00 PM) Post reply

      Dog has come up with a fresh and unique way of telling his story. This is true poetry. Everyone else is 'copying' something they've seen before, but Dog comes up with something completely new. If Jame ... more

    • Atheanga Tiomaint Rookie - 1st Stage (4/14/2014 1:15:00 PM) Post reply

      This is a silly, immature poem written by an individual who has falsely convinced him/herself that they are writing at a high intellectual level. If I had the time and did not mind wasting it, I coul ... more

    • Stan Grossman Rookie - 1st Stage (4/12/2014 3:21:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

      It's thrilling to read this guy (girl?) . The shoestrings causing tripping on 'those skinny paths'. Then moving to bully gods and candy wrappers (?) . It feels like we're floating through a dream and ... more

  • Gulsher John Rookie - 1st Stage (4/12/2014 7:36:00 AM) Post reply

    will be glad to have editing/ addition / omission from great minds...
    in our time
    -of science-
    i saw the broken bonds
    -of rusting cultures,
    feelings and passion so subtle and delicate; once we had,
    but imperceptible now; in our time.
    like an eastern stoic
    i saw time has not stood still
    -and never be-
    and it washed
    the Art and creativity away,
    thus left
    philosophies to dogmas, and
    beauty to obscenity.
    In our time
    day starts at 7 p.m,
    -without sun-
    in darkness,
    And man like a careless child
    left by water alone,
    As the wises gone wild.

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