infamous Posted July 27, 2005 Report Share Posted July 27, 2005 There once was a girl in this forumWho had not a smidge of decorumDrank four bottles of beerAnd then said "oh dear""I might be a bit tippsy, ho hum"Irish once drank a beer quite brown,after toasting she poured it right down.Nemo offered up a questioning frown,when Irish spake, I'm such a tippsy clown. Have one for me Irish........................ Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Turtle Posted July 31, 2005 Author Report Share Posted July 31, 2005 Standing barefoot on a milk-crate to paint works OK;I think if I had some wet sand to walk in when I step down,the footprints might induce me to pour something into them. I know how to not stand on the edge of the crate now.Maybe it's funny how my face must have looked when I learned that; if someone's misfortune is ever funny.I stand in the middle of the crate now and only let a few toes go over the edge. If I paint sitting down then my chi gets some choking; funny it doesn't so much if I'm drafting.Standing barefoot on a milk-crate to paint works OK, but I still sometimes forget to breathe. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Queso Posted July 31, 2005 Report Share Posted July 31, 2005 (oh man i can relate. i always forget to breathe. it's nice when you remember, though.) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Queso Posted August 2, 2005 Report Share Posted August 2, 2005 i dont have a name for it yet funk yogahe's already got onejive discothey've already got somefunk togai've already lost it san francisco half past midnight i was against the wallwith an empty book of matches the ashes hate to fallbut they do until they don'tand then we'll smoke some more you think you heard a noise?well she must have,why else would you say that a raccoon named jack nimbles his way through the haze of constant synthetic lightning and grass.the moonmonsters have awoken.. and the human stands still.. survival mode, you call itbut you know your mind is just a pair of noidsjack has disappeared seven ships a sinkingall because of rocksand in a state of drowningno one's seem to talks just the last bubbles of breathyou dig so deep for memoriesyou sink into your subconcious, your entire life's movie compressed into a heartbeatyou think yourself to deathyou forget about ocean water that is terminally entering your inflated body through two burst lungs. into the oceanto simply drown and transfer your energy the regrets are more painful than your body exploding from the thousands of pounds of pressure as you're dragged away by a giant squid that no living person has ever seen alive jack reappearsand stands stilljust as i just didare we both attentiveis this a connectionwhat is he doingwhat does he wantis it always about moneyim talking to a bandit....telepathicallyhe hasn't budgedwell neither have ioh the moon sure is electric tonight!he movedjust a gesture not definebut if i had to guesswe come in peacegive me your corn dog remnantswhere is your trash locatedmay i assist youyou're itany or all of the abovei take a step backso does jacki take a step forwardbut jack gallops awayi said wait a minute hey!but it was foggyand shortly jack'd be gone it's half past midnight, not that it's late,but i think i'll leave this town, it aint that great.the tamiami trail leads all to nowhere,and swamps. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Queso Posted August 2, 2005 Report Share Posted August 2, 2005 funk yogahe's already got onejive discothey've already got sometrunk cargo never gonna find mein san francisco. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
OpenMind5 Posted August 6, 2005 Report Share Posted August 6, 2005 I write alot of poetry. I do not like to share it on the web usually beacause i fear people taking it and making it there own. But I willmakean exception just this once. Daddy's Little BoyBy Jacob Hatfield (Thats my real name...)Daddy’s little boy,Got a fading pictureIn his dresser drawer,Its all he knows, And nothing more. Daddy’s little boy,Asks out loud,Do you think about me daddy?Do you wonder daddy?Do you wonder about me? Do you have a picture daddy, Of me in your dresser drawer?Is that all you know of me,And nothing more? Where are you?Are you alive daddy?Or are you growing old? Was I a mistake daddy?Then why are you gone! All I have, All I know…Is in that dresser drawer.That fading picture, daddy.That’s all I know,And nothing more. But its all I want, daddy.And nothing more… Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
OpenMind5 Posted August 6, 2005 Report Share Posted August 6, 2005 Not my best. But like I said....I hate posting poems because they are mine...and i don't want others claiming them. Op5 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Queso Posted August 6, 2005 Report Share Posted August 6, 2005 that poem is hella sad, man Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
OpenMind5 Posted August 6, 2005 Report Share Posted August 6, 2005 that poem is hella sad, man Sad...yah i guess so...LOLBut it comes from the heart. Op5 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Queso Posted August 6, 2005 Report Share Posted August 6, 2005 glad to know that :)so does blood. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
OpenMind5 Posted August 6, 2005 Report Share Posted August 6, 2005 Very True. But besides sad...i am ratehr curious as to what u thought. Any images come to mind? Op5 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Queso Posted August 6, 2005 Report Share Posted August 6, 2005 it just made me feel extreme sorrow. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
infamous Posted August 6, 2005 Report Share Posted August 6, 2005 Hitching a custom ride,on a cruise ship bound.Going to far off places,with shores seldom found. A dream of adventure,chasing the wind of chance.Ocean spray in my face,watching the dolphin dance. Meeting new and interesting people,everyday brings a new friend.Until the next off boarding,when the voyage finds it's end. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
OpenMind5 Posted August 7, 2005 Report Share Posted August 7, 2005 Hey! I like that idea...LOL! :)op5 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Little Bang Posted August 7, 2005 Report Share Posted August 7, 2005 Very good Info. Clapping The galaxies are recedingThier light becomes thinDark matter is stealing our precious warm friends Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
OpenMind5 Posted August 7, 2005 Report Share Posted August 7, 2005 Are we going for ryhm? Ya'll know poems don't HAVE to ryhm. Op5 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Queso Posted August 7, 2005 Report Share Posted August 7, 2005 Are we going for ryhm? Ya'll know poems don't HAVE to ryhm. Op5 mmhmmm... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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