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pshrynk · 02-24-2009, 10:14 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by ShortNCuddlyAm

Blast - some-one else give Marc karma for me please?

Okay, I made him 36444.

GeoffC · 02-24-2009, 10:25 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by ShortNCuddlyAm

Blast - some-one else give Marc karma for me please?

No way - I give him enough for myself as is...

Quote:

Originally Posted by pshrynk

Okay, I made him 36444.

pfffft

slayda · 02-24-2009, 01:15 PM

This probably won't be considered a poem by anyone who knows and is definitely not an Ode. (I don't pretend to be either a writer or a poet. Any writing I do is for my own enjoyment and most could never be published - in polite society- even if it were good writing.) It was written, tongue in cheek, for a local PBS writing contest where the exact phrase "all the signs were there" must be included. A friend told me about it and had said the phrase was "all of the signs were there". I had already written it with the second phrase and rather than rewording it, I added the last two lines. (Enjoy or throw rotten tomatoes)

Ode to Billy Bob

His job wasn’t important. He wasn’t either.
He was just the night watchman at the road construction site.
They even had a Doberman who got better treatment.

That was all right. He didn’t mind
He got paid and he could sleep while the dog stood guard.
Until one night in late August.

He awoke knowing something was wrong.
When he checked the compound, he found the gate wide open.
The dog was nowhere to be found.

All the tractors and trucks were gone.
The grader and caterpillar were gone too.
Even the power tools and hand tools were gone.

Everything was gone, including his job.
But wait. Wasn’t that something there,
All the way in the back of the compound?

Yes! It was the CAUTION sign and the STOP sign.
Here was the SLOW sign and there the MEN-AT-WORK sign.
In fact all of the signs were there.

Maybe he wouldn’t lose his job after all,
--- but all the signs were there.

Don Slaymaker
Summer 1997

GeoffC · 02-24-2009, 01:37 PM

I like it ...

ShortNCuddlyAm · 02-24-2009, 04:16 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by pshrynk

Okay, I made him 36444.

Thank you!

Lima_dat · 02-24-2009, 04:37 PM

Body Language

In the corner where four lots meet
There are two different fences
And two different trees
Beneath the Arizona Ash
Hangs a human being
Suspended in the air
In a white cotton chair
It’s woven xanax among the
Leaves that have vanished
In-between the cold grey trees
There’s a low metal fence
Which the wind blows through
But, parallel and perpendicular
Stands another one, taller
Built from wood to hide you
Then there in that old fig tree
A little song-bird twitches his wings
He’s switching to a higher branch
To see what I can’t see
That everything is peachy keen
From the twig above the fence
And so he sings and sings
Until my worrying begins
And I stop listening.

GeoffC · 02-25-2009, 11:37 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Lima_dat

Body Language

In the corner where four lots meet
There are two different fences
And two different trees
Beneath the Arizona Ash
Hangs a human being
Suspended in the air
In a white cotton chair
It’s woven xanax among the
Leaves that have vanished
In-between the cold grey trees
There’s a low metal fence
Which the wind blows through
But, parallel and perpendicular
Stands another one, taller
Built from wood to hide you
Then there in that old fig tree
A little song-bird twitches his wings
He’s switching to a higher branch
To see what I can’t see
That everything is peachy keen
From the twig above the fence
And so he sings and sings
Until my worrying begins
And I stop listening.

a Dali moment?

Jayne · 02-28-2009, 01:15 PM

High upon a red stone house
sits a mourning dove.
Basting in the noon day sun
while wondering of his love.

The people all are shuffling
through the busy streets below.
Yet his thoughts are of her
and how he wished she show.

He sounds a coo into the wind-
A call he knows to part
for it had always in the past
brought the keeper of his heart.

Still time flies, she does not show
on wings of feathered down.
So he quiets, this worried bird
and continues to watch the town.

The day had almost closed it doors
when in the distant light
he hears a call, a gentle coo.
His heart leaps in delight.

For we all know a mourning dove
will not mate again.
But surely die in loneliness
if a love is lost from them.

My desire for you is constantly
filled with strong emotion.
Come back to me, as did his love
and accept my full devotion.

[Promotional link deleted - MODERATOR]

Dr. Drib · 03-01-2009, 09:42 AM

Ode To Billy Beer
(A Fill-In-The-Blank Poem)

It wasn't really a very big hit,
because, perhaps, it tasted like _____.

If you're a person who likes to have fun,
Just remember:
This beer will give you the _____s.

By Dr. Drib

hogleg · 03-03-2009, 11:20 AM

The Chase

the waves are chasing the ebon clouds
the clouds are teasing the ocean
and eternally chasing the whispering wind
which perpetually sets them in motion
The wind is chasing the stars and the moon
And the moon is chasing the sun,
While sun is chasing the sea in the west
as it has since the world was young
The sea in the west is chasing the east
And the east is chasing the day,
The dusk is chasing the last of the light
As it flickers and shimmers away
The shadows are chasing the sunset
And the sunset, the far-away shores,
and, no less noble in ardent pursuit,
my heart must chase after yours.

hogleg 2007

GeoffC · 03-03-2009, 12:39 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by hogleg

The Chase

the waves are chasing the ebon clouds
the clouds are teasing the ocean
and eternally chasing the whispering wind
which perpetually sets them in motion
The wind is chasing the stars and the moon
And the moon is chasing the sun,
While sun is chasing the sea in the west
as it has since the world was young
The sea in the west is chasing the east
And the east is chasing the day,
The dusk is chasing the last of the light
As it flickers and shimmers away
The shadows are chasing the sunset
And the sunset, the far-away shores,
and, no less noble in ardent pursuit,
my heart must chase after yours.

hogleg 2007

I like it .....

Moejoe · 03-05-2009, 10:56 PM

Quote:

Ode To Billy Beer
(A Fill-In-The-Blank Poem)

It wasn't really a very big hit,
because, perhaps, it tasted like sparkling wine.

If you're a person who likes to have fun,
Just remember:
This beer will give you the most exquisite taste imaginable.

By Dr. Drib

Oh, it has to rhyme? I get it now

Dr. Drib · 03-07-2009, 09:30 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Moejoe

Oh, it has to rhyme? I get it now

hahahahah!!

Don

Dr. Drib · 03-07-2009, 09:33 AM

I first encountered this poem in 8th or 9th grade, and I've never forgotten it. It's by Stephen Crane (author of "Red Badge of Courage").

In Heaven
Stephen Crane

In Heaven,
Some little blades of grass
Stood before God.
“What did you do?”
Then all save one of the little blades
Began eagerly to relate
The merits of their lives.
This one stayed a small way behind
Ashamed.
Presently God said:
“And what did you do?”
The little blade answered: “Oh, my lord,
“Memory is bitter to me
“For if I did good deeds
“I know not of them.”
Then God in all His splendor
Arose from His throne.
“Oh, best little blade of grass,” He said.

____________________

Don

GeoffC · 03-08-2009, 01:52 PM

Balmy Days

zephyrs whisper ‘cross the field,
motes of pollen, anther peeled.
drunken bees, bumble on
pimping ‘til the day is done.

lacewings new,
bake their wings, from morning dew.
swallows flitting through the blue
spring’s now full, a thrilling hue.

blackbird’s thrilling chorus
ever free, wild thesaurus.
spawn hatchings fill the pond,
nature’s magic with her wand.

welcome life’s new season here,
balmy days we hold them dear.

*******************
Sun

blazing forth through frozen void,
by power of atoms all destroyed
golden orb which rules our life
cuts the night with sharpened knife.
blazing fires o’er miles and miles
our synapses, they waken
as retinal displays be shaken.
hues galore
from land to sky, sea to shore
our gaze
always amaze.

*******************
Frost

shorn of warmth; the earth
of frozen diamonds,
that scintillate
in full moon glow,
a myriad of prisms cold
and beauty hard,
beneath our feet
that crunch along the way,
‘cross silvery green
towards the rising glow
of another dawn.

02-24-2009, 01:15 PM	#18
slayda Retired & reading more! Posts: 2,764 Karma: 1884247 Join Date: Sep 2006 Location: North Alabama, USA Device: Kindle 1, iPad Air 2, iPhone 6S+, Kobo Aura One	For what it's worth (a chuckle if anything at all) This probably won't be considered a poem by anyone who knows and is definitely not an Ode. (I don't pretend to be either a writer or a poet. Any writing I do is for my own enjoyment and most could never be published - in polite society- even if it were good writing.) It was written, tongue in cheek, for a local PBS writing contest where the exact phrase "all the signs were there" must be included. A friend told me about it and had said the phrase was "all of the signs were there". I had already written it with the second phrase and rather than rewording it, I added the last two lines. (Enjoy or throw rotten tomatoes) Ode to Billy Bob His job wasn’t important. He wasn’t either. He was just the night watchman at the road construction site. They even had a Doberman who got better treatment. That was all right. He didn’t mind He got paid and he could sleep while the dog stood guard. Until one night in late August. He awoke knowing something was wrong. When he checked the compound, he found the gate wide open. The dog was nowhere to be found. All the tractors and trucks were gone. The grader and caterpillar were gone too. Even the power tools and hand tools were gone. Everything was gone, including his job. But wait. Wasn’t that something there, All the way in the back of the compound? Yes! It was the CAUTION sign and the STOP sign. Here was the SLOW sign and there the MEN-AT-WORK sign. In fact all of the signs were there. Maybe he wouldn’t lose his job after all, --- but all the signs were there. Don Slaymaker Summer 1997 Last edited by slayda; 01-21-2019 at 12:33 AM.

02-28-2009, 01:15 PM	#23
Jayne Member Posts: 12 Karma: 499590 Join Date: Feb 2009 Location: Charleston WV Device: Kindle	Deep Devotion High upon a red stone house sits a mourning dove. Basting in the noon day sun while wondering of his love. The people all are shuffling through the busy streets below. Yet his thoughts are of her and how he wished she show. He sounds a coo into the wind- A call he knows to part for it had always in the past brought the keeper of his heart. Still time flies, she does not show on wings of feathered down. So he quiets, this worried bird and continues to watch the town. The day had almost closed it doors when in the distant light he hears a call, a gentle coo. His heart leaps in delight. For we all know a mourning dove will not mate again. But surely die in loneliness if a love is lost from them. My desire for you is constantly filled with strong emotion. Come back to me, as did his love and accept my full devotion. [Promotional link deleted - MODERATOR] Last edited by Dr. Drib; 05-04-2014 at 12:25 PM.

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02-24-2009, 01:37 PM	#19
GeoffC Chocolate Grasshopper ... Posts: 27,599 Karma: 20821184 Join Date: Mar 2008 Location: Scotland Device: Muse HD , Cybook Gen3 , Pocketbook 302 (Black) , Nexus 10: wife has PW	I like it ...

02-24-2009, 04:37 PM	#21
Lima_dat English ppl ride potatoe? Posts: 40 Karma: 674 Join Date: Jan 2008 Location: Houston, TX Device: Kindle	Body Language In the corner where four lots meet There are two different fences And two different trees Beneath the Arizona Ash Hangs a human being Suspended in the air In a white cotton chair It’s woven xanax among the Leaves that have vanished In-between the cold grey trees There’s a low metal fence Which the wind blows through But, parallel and perpendicular Stands another one, taller Built from wood to hide you Then there in that old fig tree A little song-bird twitches his wings He’s switching to a higher branch To see what I can’t see That everything is peachy keen From the twig above the fence And so he sings and sings Until my worrying begins And I stop listening.

03-01-2009, 09:42 AM	#24
Dr. Drib Grand Sorcerer Posts: 45,613 Karma: 60184181 Join Date: Jan 2007 Location: Peru Device: KINDLE: Oasis 3, Scribe (1st), Matcha; KOBO: Libra 2, Libra Colour	Ode To Billy Beer (A Fill-In-The-Blank Poem) It wasn't really a very big hit, because, perhaps, it tasted like _____. If you're a person who likes to have fun, Just remember: This beer will give you the _____s. By Dr. Drib

03-03-2009, 11:20 AM	#25
hogleg Enthusiast Posts: 37 Karma: 452360 Join Date: Dec 2007 Device: Hanlin V3	The Chase the waves are chasing the ebon clouds the clouds are teasing the ocean and eternally chasing the whispering wind which perpetually sets them in motion The wind is chasing the stars and the moon And the moon is chasing the sun, While sun is chasing the sea in the west as it has since the world was young The sea in the west is chasing the east And the east is chasing the day, The dusk is chasing the last of the light As it flickers and shimmers away The shadows are chasing the sunset And the sunset, the far-away shores, and, no less noble in ardent pursuit, my heart must chase after yours. hogleg 2007

03-07-2009, 09:33 AM	#29
Dr. Drib Grand Sorcerer Posts: 45,613 Karma: 60184181 Join Date: Jan 2007 Location: Peru Device: KINDLE: Oasis 3, Scribe (1st), Matcha; KOBO: Libra 2, Libra Colour	I first encountered this poem in 8th or 9th grade, and I've never forgotten it. It's by Stephen Crane (author of "Red Badge of Courage"). In Heaven Stephen Crane In Heaven, Some little blades of grass Stood before God. “What did you do?” Then all save one of the little blades Began eagerly to relate The merits of their lives. This one stayed a small way behind Ashamed. Presently God said: “And what did you do?” The little blade answered: “Oh, my lord, “Memory is bitter to me “For if I did good deeds “I know not of them.” Then God in all His splendor Arose from His throne. “Oh, best little blade of grass,” He said. ____________________ Don

03-08-2009, 01:52 PM	#30
GeoffC Chocolate Grasshopper ... Posts: 27,599 Karma: 20821184 Join Date: Mar 2008 Location: Scotland Device: Muse HD , Cybook Gen3 , Pocketbook 302 (Black) , Nexus 10: wife has PW	Balmy Days zephyrs whisper ‘cross the field, motes of pollen, anther peeled. drunken bees, bumble on pimping ‘til the day is done. lacewings new, bake their wings, from morning dew. swallows flitting through the blue spring’s now full, a thrilling hue. blackbird’s thrilling chorus ever free, wild thesaurus. spawn hatchings fill the pond, nature’s magic with her wand. welcome life’s new season here, balmy days we hold them dear. ***************** Sun blazing forth through frozen void, by power of atoms all destroyed golden orb which rules our life cuts the night with sharpened knife. blazing fires o’er miles and miles our synapses, they waken as retinal displays be shaken. hues galore from land to sky, sea to shore our gaze always amaze. *************** Frost** shorn of warmth; the earth of frozen diamonds, that scintillate in full moon glow, a myriad of prisms cold and beauty hard, beneath our feet that crunch along the way, ‘cross silvery green towards the rising glow of another dawn.

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